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Jensen is always so tempted when he’s standing close to Jared. But he’s gotten pretty good at not reacting to all the absurd things Jared does. The times he wraps Jensen up in bear hugs … in public. When he leans in close for a kiss … in public. Not to mention when he slaps Jensen’s ass … in public. He usually just steels himself, looks around to all the watching eyes, and holds everything inside. When Jared repeatedly, purposely, positions his ass in Jensen’s face, sometimes he wants to angrily shove Jared away. Other times, he wants to squeeze it and tug it into his own lap, holding him down and keeping Jared there. But … as with everything else … he’s gotten pretty good at restraining himself.
Except when he’s liquored up. And the whole crew is with them. And they’re all tossing back shots like it’s Mardi Gras.
Whenever Jared rises from the table, or sits back down, he deliberately juts his ass into Jensen’s face then plops down to his seat. Jensen’s usually glaring at him or giving his dejected Why do I deal with you? face, and Jared just beams.
*
They’re well on their way to drunk, as is everyone else, and Jared decides to shove his ass in everyone else’s face. He’s standing, talking to Danny while intentionally pushing his ass against Steve’s shoulder.
Jensen just stares, not liking how his stomach warms then flips.
*
Jared offers to grab Jensen a refill when he goes for his own, and he smirks down on his friend while standing, shoving his ass into Jess’s face, and laughing when she smacks his leg as he goes.
Jensen stares, first at Jared, then to Jess, who’s not even fazed by the incident, and that kinda pisses him off, too.
*
Jared’s moving back to the table with a round of shots and as he turns to allow someone to pass, he rests his ass on Danny’s back, and even ruts up and down for effect, smirking the whole time. When he moves away, Danny elbows Jared’s hip, almost making him spill the shots, and Jared just chuckles.
Jensen can’t stop watching, jealousy spiking that the guy can touch Jared without question.
*
They’re standing at the bar for what is possibly their fifth shot and another beer, and they’re both grinning through ridiculous conversations about what would happen if they took on the shape of the weird things the Winchesters discover. Jared nods seriously, “Think I’d recruit Ronnie to help out. And then we’d go on the hunt for mandroids.” Then he breaks and smirks, laughing through, “Those fuckers are stealthy, ya know?”
Jensen giggles hysterically, leaning to the bar to grab his shot. He raises it and smirks. “There’s no such thing as a mandroid.”
“Shut up, dude! You’re gonna break Ronald’s heart.”
There’s more laughing and they raise their shots together. They count together, big grins, one, two, three and knock the liquor back. Jensen’s all smiles when they both slam the glasses onto the bar, but then he stalls when some girl - well, not just some, it’s one Jared had been randomly talking to whenever he grabbed drinks, but Jensen was trying to forget that part - has her hand at Jared’s back. Jared swings around with a smile and a bright hello as her hand is staring at Jensen then slipping down over Jared’s shirt, resting where he knows Jared’s pants start.
Jensen just stares, fighting so much in his stomach. He gulps down a good half of his beer then reaches the hand closest to the bar with two fingers dipping into Jared’s back pocket and tugging Jared back.
Jared looks over his shoulder, grins and nods then says a few mumbled words to the girls before turning back to Jensen. “What’s up?”
He knows how they’re standing, close and with his fingers still hanging at Jared’s pocket, but there’s so much alcohol in his system, and Jared’s not backing away so he’s not stopping. And he’s grateful the arm’s hidden most by the low lighting and the overhang of the bar because he wants to ignore the fact that they’re in public. “If you were one of the seven deadly sins, which one?”
He looks to the side for the girl he’d been talking to, but in an instant he’s back to Jensen, leaning against the bar and not even mentioning the hand that’s still in his back pocket. “Pride for sure, man.”
“For sure?” Jensen laughs.
“Yeah, that dude takes care of himself. I’d be all slicked up and hot and dressed to the nines. I’d be awesome.”
Jensen brings his beer to his mouth and chuckles. “Don’t know if I could handle that kind of change.”
Jared’s hand clamps over Jensen’s shoulder, shoving him hard. “Shut up, dick.” The hand loosens a bit but doesn’t move. “What about you?”
Without real thought, he spits out, “Lust.” And then his mind spins and he’s drunk. He has no apologies for this conversation because he’s sure Jared is, too.
An eyebrow goes high and Jensen can see how Jared swallows. “Really?” Jared asks with a high, interested voice.
Jensen nods back. “Think of all the sex I’d get. Fuck yeah.” When he realizes this part of the conversation, Jensen downs the rest of his beer.
Jared eyes him and settles in a little closer with a smile. “You okay, man?”
He turns to the bartender for a refill and the words tumble out. “You’re always sticking your ass in my face.”
With a hearty laugh, Jared nods. “Yeah. I am.”
“Why?”
Jared smirks around the edge of his beer. “Because it’s funny.” He pushes his ass back to Jensen’s hand. “Why you holdin’ my pants up?”
“’Cause it’s mine,” he spits out quickly.
The corner of Jared’s mouth tips up, but it’s different than the playful smirks he gives. He pulls his beer to his lips, watching Jensen. “Yeah.”
Jensen just smiles back, content and still pretty drunk, but mostly content.
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Jensen is always so tempted when he’s standing close to Jared. But he’s gotten pretty good at not reacting to all the absurd things Jared does. The times he wraps Jensen up in bear hugs … in public. When he leans in close for a kiss … in public. Not to mention when he slaps Jensen’s ass … in public. He usually just steels himself, looks around to all the watching eyes, and holds everything inside. When Jared repeatedly, purposely, positions his ass in Jensen’s face, sometimes he wants to angrily shove Jared away. Other times, he wants to squeeze it and tug it into his own lap, holding him down and keeping Jared there. But … as with everything else … he’s gotten pretty good at restraining himself.
Except when he’s liquored up. And the whole crew is with them. And they’re all tossing back shots like it’s Mardi Gras.
Whenever Jared rises from the table, or sits back down, he deliberately juts his ass into Jensen’s face then plops down to his seat. Jensen’s usually glaring at him or giving his dejected Why do I deal with you? face, and Jared just beams.
*
They’re well on their way to drunk, as is everyone else, and Jared decides to shove his ass in everyone else’s face. He’s standing, talking to Danny while intentionally pushing his ass against Steve’s shoulder.
Jensen just stares, not liking how his stomach warms then flips.
*
Jared offers to grab Jensen a refill when he goes for his own, and he smirks down on his friend while standing, shoving his ass into Jess’s face, and laughing when she smacks his leg as he goes.
Jensen stares, first at Jared, then to Jess, who’s not even fazed by the incident, and that kinda pisses him off, too.
*
Jared’s moving back to the table with a round of shots and as he turns to allow someone to pass, he rests his ass on Danny’s back, and even ruts up and down for effect, smirking the whole time. When he moves away, Danny elbows Jared’s hip, almost making him spill the shots, and Jared just chuckles.
Jensen can’t stop watching, jealousy spiking that the guy can touch Jared without question.
*
They’re standing at the bar for what is possibly their fifth shot and another beer, and they’re both grinning through ridiculous conversations about what would happen if they took on the shape of the weird things the Winchesters discover. Jared nods seriously, “Think I’d recruit Ronnie to help out. And then we’d go on the hunt for mandroids.” Then he breaks and smirks, laughing through, “Those fuckers are stealthy, ya know?”
Jensen giggles hysterically, leaning to the bar to grab his shot. He raises it and smirks. “There’s no such thing as a mandroid.”
“Shut up, dude! You’re gonna break Ronald’s heart.”
There’s more laughing and they raise their shots together. They count together, big grins, one, two, three and knock the liquor back. Jensen’s all smiles when they both slam the glasses onto the bar, but then he stalls when some girl - well, not just some, it’s one Jared had been randomly talking to whenever he grabbed drinks, but Jensen was trying to forget that part - has her hand at Jared’s back. Jared swings around with a smile and a bright hello as her hand is staring at Jensen then slipping down over Jared’s shirt, resting where he knows Jared’s pants start.
Jensen just stares, fighting so much in his stomach. He gulps down a good half of his beer then reaches the hand closest to the bar with two fingers dipping into Jared’s back pocket and tugging Jared back.
Jared looks over his shoulder, grins and nods then says a few mumbled words to the girls before turning back to Jensen. “What’s up?”
He knows how they’re standing, close and with his fingers still hanging at Jared’s pocket, but there’s so much alcohol in his system, and Jared’s not backing away so he’s not stopping. And he’s grateful the arm’s hidden most by the low lighting and the overhang of the bar because he wants to ignore the fact that they’re in public. “If you were one of the seven deadly sins, which one?”
He looks to the side for the girl he’d been talking to, but in an instant he’s back to Jensen, leaning against the bar and not even mentioning the hand that’s still in his back pocket. “Pride for sure, man.”
“For sure?” Jensen laughs.
“Yeah, that dude takes care of himself. I’d be all slicked up and hot and dressed to the nines. I’d be awesome.”
Jensen brings his beer to his mouth and chuckles. “Don’t know if I could handle that kind of change.”
Jared’s hand clamps over Jensen’s shoulder, shoving him hard. “Shut up, dick.” The hand loosens a bit but doesn’t move. “What about you?”
Without real thought, he spits out, “Lust.” And then his mind spins and he’s drunk. He has no apologies for this conversation because he’s sure Jared is, too.
An eyebrow goes high and Jensen can see how Jared swallows. “Really?” Jared asks with a high, interested voice.
Jensen nods back. “Think of all the sex I’d get. Fuck yeah.” When he realizes this part of the conversation, Jensen downs the rest of his beer.
Jared eyes him and settles in a little closer with a smile. “You okay, man?”
He turns to the bartender for a refill and the words tumble out. “You’re always sticking your ass in my face.”
With a hearty laugh, Jared nods. “Yeah. I am.”
“Why?”
Jared smirks around the edge of his beer. “Because it’s funny.” He pushes his ass back to Jensen’s hand. “Why you holdin’ my pants up?”
“’Cause it’s mine,” he spits out quickly.
The corner of Jared’s mouth tips up, but it’s different than the playful smirks he gives. He pulls his beer to his lips, watching Jensen. “Yeah.”
Jensen just smiles back, content and still pretty drunk, but mostly content.