NC-17: J2 AU: Why I'm Talking to You (3/3)

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Jared comes down the hallway and Danneel looks up with a smile. “Hi, Jared.”

He grins as he stops at her desk. “Hey, Dani. How’s it going?”

She rolls her eyes and groans. “Please.”

“It’ll be okay,” he assures her as he places the carrier of coffee down on the desk and sits beside it. “I brought reinforcements.”

Danneel sighs. “You are only enabling him.”

Jared argues back, “I can’t help it I’m nice.”

“You’re secretly evil. I can see it behind your pretty, little eyes.”

He leans closer and goes so far as to flutter his eyelashes. “You think I’m pretty.”

Danneel pushes at his arm. “Shut up and get away from me. Some of us are trying to work here.”

Jared sits back up with a laugh and pushes a piece of paper to the side to see what she’s looking at. “Oh, yeah? Jensen scoring a big Modern Bride contract?”

She smacks him again.

“Can I go in?”

“No.”

She’s not even looking at him; she’s unabashedly reading the bridal magazine. “Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“Dani,” Jared whines a little.

“I am immune to your crying.”

Jensen’s door swings open and they both look up. “Dani, I need the numbers on - ” Jared just smiles and watches him. Jensen’s face goes from stoic to a little confused and he steps closer. “Hey.”

Jared tips his head up for Jensen to dip down and peck him quickly. “Hey yourself.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves off. “But you sounded shitty on the phone, so I brought a present.”

Before he realizes it, Jensen’s holding a tall cup of coffee that smells distinctly like French vanilla and maybe a hint of coconut. Which tells him it’s from the place two blocks over that he and Jared frequent on the weekends. It’s usually a treat then and he goes for near-black during the week. But this? It’s nice. He just beams and Jared beams right back like he’s proud of himself for doing it.

Danneel speaks from her magazine, still not looking at them. “If you guys are gonna make out, please go inside the office.”

“Thank you, I love you,” Jensen murmurs as he leans closer and kisses Jared with a little more feeling.

Jared grabs his hand and squeezes. “Naturally.”

Jensen is still holding Jared’s hand as he stands over Danneel. “See, this is how it’s done. When I’m without coffee, it is brought to me.”

She still won’t look up. “Great. Jared can have my job.”

“I hate you.”

Danneel looks up to the ding at her computer and sees an instant message pop up on screen from an assistant down the hallway. She smiles and pops up from her seat with a funny whisper. But all he makes out is ‘coming.’ It’s when he sees the box on her screen that reads Warning: Miller’s on his way for Jensen. He’s MARCHING that he begins to worry.

“Shit,” he mutters before he can really move.

“Jen! Jared!” his boss calls out once he’s within view.

Jensen straightens, dropping Jared’s hand and smoothing out his tie with his free hand. Jared doesn’t move and just takes easy sips from his coffee. He’s amused by Jensen’s nerves right here. Pretty much always is. Jensen can see him chuckling behind the lip of his cup. “Hey, Randy. What can I do for you?”

He claps a hand at Jared’s back and smiles. “My backhand’s getting sharper. You watch out.”

Jared laughs. “Yeah, okay. We’ll see.”

He winks then turns to Jensen. “Where’s the Surecell web stuff at?”

“It’s with Tom right now. They’re doing some last minute runs with color before sending it out to Taylor.”

Miller eyes him. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“Bob called and said there were issues with copy?”

Jensen tugs at one of his ear lobes with worry. “Just a typo or two. We’re on it.”

“Jen?”

Jensen levels a hand between them. “On it. Don’t worry. It’s all wrapped up. The proof will be sent out tonight.”

He visibly sighs then looks at Jared. “You keeping him in line?”

Jared easily smiles at Jensen then up to his boss. “As best I can. But you know how he gets.”

Miller scratches the back of his head. “Yeah, I do. But he’s better than before. I guess that’s something.”

“It’s a process,” Jared nods sagely.

Miller chuckles and pats Jared’s back. “Alright. I’ll see guys on Saturday?” They both nod. “Martha’s trying to get me to go vegan. I told her I’d give it a go with a few victims next to me.”

Jensen groans. Last month, she tried a raw meal that consisted mostly of dehydrated nuts and beans. Jared’s trip to the ER clued them into the fact that he was allergic to almonds and everyone freaked out. Jensen cried a little, but he didn’t tell Jared.

“Tell me about it,” his boss moans.

Jensen frowns. “I don’t really like the idea of spending my weekend in the hospital again.”

Jared frowns as well. “How do you think I feel?”

“Boys, we have to soldier on. United front and all that. Maybe we can convince her to make pizza some night.”

“Shit, I’ll just order some in,” Jared offers and they all chuckle.

Miller pats Jared on the back once more. “Alright, guys. Seven? Don’t be late.”

Jared smirks at Jensen, who flushes a little. Two months ago, they showed up around 7:30 because they pulled off on the side of the road for Jensen to give Jared head and knock another blow job off his tab. Jensen straightens, “No problem, Randy. Seven o'clock.”

He points a finger at one then the other. “Not too early either. We’ve still got our own business to do.”

Jared laughs a little uncomfortably. “On the dot. We got it.” When Miller’s gone, Jared smirks. “What’d the page say?”

Jensen groans. The graphics people are always mistyping things that create trouble for him. But he usually shares the particularly funny ones and Jared’s always asking about more. “When you’re drained, just chafe it.” Jared’s eyes bug out. “It’s supposed to be charge.”

He leans close with a huge smile and the same big eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I wish I was. You have no idea.”

Danneel conspicuously shows back up. “I miss anything?”

“Thanks for that,” Jensen crabs at her.

“Hey, I warned you.”

“Right, all hushed and whatever.” He leans in closer to her, making shushing noises at her ear and she laughs.

“Cut it out, jerk.”

Jared leans back on her desk, not even noticing when his elbow knocks over her pen cup. Which she tries to straighten while she’s scowling at him. “Dani, who’s standing up in the wedding?”

“Not you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re freakish.”

“But not Jensen either?”

“Hell no! He’s crabish.”

Jared smirks at Jensen. “You got a hell no! I think she likes me better than you.”

“Everyone does. How in the world does my boss like you more than me? I’m his protégé!” Jensen frowns, but inside he’s really smiling. He loves that everyone likes Jared so much.

Jared’s face settles into an easy smile as he sits back up. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s a curse.”

Jensen fake-scowls and grabs onto the lapel of Jared’s winter jacket. “Come on.”

Jared argues a little as they’re heading to his office. “Man, I’ve gotta get to class.”

“You can leave in five minutes. Come here.”

“At least close the door this time!” Danneel calls out. But she winds up closing it for him.

Jensen tugs on the cord to the blinds to shield the window next to his door. He pushes Jared against the wooden door, all hands and lips. He shoves Jared’s coat off his shoulders. “Thank you for the coffee.”

Jared smiles against Jensen’s lips while tugging Jensen’s suit jacket away. “Thank you for the quick fuck this morning”

“Don’t mention it,” he murmurs while his hands deftly undo Jared’s belt and jeans. His hand is pulling Jared’s dick out and stroking before Jared even realizes it. He returns the favor.

They’re jerking each other off while pushing messy kisses at each other and their fists bump against the other. It’s not ideal, but they both get off on the excitement of messing around in Jensen’s office while the rest of the world continues just outside that door.

Jared’s kind enough to use his other hand to pull Jensen’s shirt up high, nearly to his shoulders because one time they didn’t even think and Jensen came on his favorite navy blue shirt. Jared wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed by not having something to change into at work or was pissed at the fact that he’d ruined his favorite shirt.

The hands are getting more frantic, as is their breathing and kisses. Jared’s thumb strokes along Jensen’s slit on each stroke down and Jensen spins his wrist just the right way, which makes Jared moan. Jared can feel it coming and he realizes that Jensen’s other hand is pressed into the space beside his head. He purposely pushes Jensen’s shirt higher to make a point. “Hey, you could do me some service here.”

“Quit being such a bitch and take it.”

“Like this?” he challenges and as he grinds himself into Jensen’s hand.

Jensen moans a little, turned on even more by the whole thing, the talking and the quickness and just touching each other. “See, there you go. You’re gonna be done before I even think about getting your shirt up.”

“I can hold this shit out,” he pants. “Just you see.”

Jensen purposely speeds up his hand, stroking hard and closing a fist tight.

“Aw, shit. Cheater.”

“I can stop if you want.” And Jensen’s hand goes still while he smirks at Jared’s lips.

“Oh, c’mon.”

Jensen switches hands, stroking slower but with a different angle and it makes Jared whine all over again. His other hand pushes Jared’s sweater up high to his neck and he begins to suck his way across his chest. Teeth all over his nipples, tugging and teasing.

“I fucking hate you,” are Jared’s famous last words before he jerks forward and spills across Jensen’s hand.

Jensen chuckles. It’s dark and deep in his throat. “I told you, you wouldn’t last.”

“Fuck,” he pants while slowing down his hand because he’s focusing on the ricochet of pricks running through him.

And then it suddenly speeds up, like he’s found his second wind and not even a full minute later, Jensen is biting down on Jared’s shoulder as he flinches and comes between them.

Jared smirks at his mouth. “Gotcha.”

“Mmm, yeah, hmm.”

They clean up with tissues off his desk and fix their clothes, straightening each other out. Jared kisses him after he’s fixed Jensen's tie. “I’ve got a group meeting tonight.”

“Yeah, okay,” Jensen manages. Some nights he hates that Jared’s still in school and working in the mornings. Because it means his classes are later in the day and sometimes he doesn’t get home until nine, if he’s lucky. Close to midnight when he’s not.

Jared kisses him once more because he knows it’s tough, but he also knows it’s worth it. He has just one more semester left then he can be a full-time member of the working class. And be home to have dinner with Jensen on a more regular basis - well, when Jensen’s not working erratic hours on deadlines. But even those aren’t so bad anymore.

When Jared’s into the hallway, Jensen can hear Danneel complain to him. “That was totally more than five minutes.”

Jared replies, “What can I say? I’m a giver,” and laughs at Danneel’s groan.

Jensen sits back at his desk and smiles as he drinks the coffee his boyfriend brought him. His gorgeous, sexy, funny, awesome boyfriend.

It’s been more than a year and half and Jensen’s now a Senior Client Manager for Surecell and still watching over SKYY Vodka, working them like a pro and making an even fatter six-figure salary than he had before. Danneel is still right alongside him and working harder than ever - well, except when she’s got her new bridal magazines to comb through. Miller has him and Jared over for monthly dinners that Martha tries to cook without any assistance. While some end in disaster, the evenings are always worth it and full of laughs. And he just jerked off his beautiful, hot, loving boyfriend in his corner office.

So things are going pretty great.

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Why I'm Talking to You Master Post + Timestamps

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