Exposed - J2 fic
Title: Exposed
Author: ell_kay
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen are really, really, really not mine. Sad, isn’t it? To my knowledge, these events did not happen, and I regretfully do not know either of them in real life. This is a complete work of fiction from my lunatic mind.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,415-ish
Summary: Jared likes to hang out at home naked. Jensen likes to hang out at home naked. When they move in together, this becomes an issue.
Notes: First fic ever posted, so please let me know what you think! :) Also, the idea for this came from an interview with J2 in a Norweigan magazine ( here). I stumbled across this interview in the middle of the night quite a few months ago, and it CONSUMED my BRAIN. I wrote most of the fic, then abandoned it for real life issues, but finally finished it off yesterday. Sorry if this idea’s been done before - I searched for similar stories to make sure I wasn’t re-doing someone else’s idea, but haven’t found anything. If I’m wrong, let me know! And also - thanks to onelastgasp for cheerleading me through this whole thing and the quick beta last night! [this is cross-posted a bunch of places, sorry to ambush people with this fic multiple times!]
The first time it happened, it was a week after Jensen had moved in. Things had been going well so far; they woke up - Jensen only after Jared threw things at him to jolt him out of his deep slumber - ate breakfast together, ran lines together on the way to set, worked their asses off, and then returned to the house and crashed. The motions had been second nature to Jensen anyway, considering how much time he and Jared had always spent together. Now it was just a little easier, because cutting out the time for an extra stop on the way to set generally allowed him to grab some bonus uninterrupted sleep.
Thursday of Jensen’s second week marked the first time he and Jared finished filming at different times. Jared, the lucky bastard, had been sent home two hours previously as Jensen stayed on set and busted his ass. Granted, he was working with Misha, who always provided some serious “WTF” moments, but it still wasn’t enough to rid him of the bitterness he felt at Jared being home, most likely in sweats, chilling out. So what if he knew he sometimes got to go home before Jared? Today, he was the unlucky one, and anyone who told him to suck it up could fuck right off.
Needless to say, by the time he got home, he wasn’t in the best of moods. All he wanted was to go to his room, flop on his bed, and sleep until forever. Opening the door, he smelled something wonderful emanating from the kitchen, and his grumbling stomach changed his plans. Making his way into the kitchen, he leaned over to look through the oven door, mouth watering at the late night snack Jared had clearly started cooking.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Jensen spun around to greet his roommate, but froze when he saw Jared appear.
Jared was walking in from the living room, beer in hand, eyes closed as he belted out the words to a song Jensen could distantly hear playing from the stereo. That? That was normal.
Jared was also naked. That? Not so normal.
In fact, nowhere in the fucking realm of normal. Jensen could only stare at Jared with his jaw dropped in shock, unable to form a word, and Jared hadn’t even seen him yet. “What the fuck, dude?” he managed to stutter out.
If Jensen had been in less of a state of shock, he would have doubled over in laughter at the sight of Jared literally squeaking in fright, dropping his beer bottle, and jumping back into the living room and around the corner of the doorframe.
“What are you doing here?” came Jared’s voice, and Jensen found his ability to speak returning as he detected Jared’s pissed off tone.
“Um, I moved in last week. Pretty sure I’ve seen you since then, you ass. Speaking of, why the fuck did I just see your ass? And your everything else, for that matter?”
Jared’s head poked back around the corner of the doorframe, and Jensen was oddly pleased to notice he was beet red. “I meant I thought you’d be home a little later, smartass,” Jared growled, clearly stalling for time. “I just ... um ...”
“Forgot to put clothes on?” Jensen finally, finally found his sense of humour again.
Jared rolled his eyes, and stepped into view again. “Whatever, dude. So what if you know my dirty little secret? I like to walk around naked; it’s freeing.”
“That’s not a secret, Jared, you told everyone that during an interview. But the thing is, I kinda did that too, and you don’t see me walking around here naked.”
Jared shrugged with semi-forced casualness as he leaned his hip against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. “You know you were just playing along with what I was saying, not to mention we were both hungover as hell anyway. And I better not see you walking around naked in my house.” His eyes narrowed at Jensen, who was doing all he could to look anywhere but at Jared.
Refusing to rise to the challenge, Jensen sighed. “Just go put some pants on, Jared. That mess on the floor needs to be cleaned up before you fall like the dumbass you are and pierce every inch of your overgrown body with glass, because I am not taking you to the hospital and explaining why I was with you when you were walking around naked in our house.”
Jared grinned. “You know you’re really just worried that some of that glass could mar the perfection that is my bod.”
“I’m going to disinfect every inch of this house now, you know that, right?”
Jared shrugged as he turned around and walked back down the hallway. “That might become a little redundant. Did I forget to mention just how often I hang out naked at home?” he called.
Scrubbing his hands over his face at the ridiculous situation he’d walked in on, Jensen knelt down and began picking up the largest pieces of glass. If Jared didn’t think it was a big deal to be found hanging out alone naked, then he wouldn’t freak out over it, either. It wasn’t like he and Jared had never seen each other nearly naked before - too many wardrobe fittings together had made them immune to that - but this was different, this was in the place where he lived with Jared. Jared, who clearly thought Jensen had been joking when he’d admitted during that Norwegian interview that he enjoyed hanging out naked at home. Shrugging to himself as he mopped up the spilled beer, Jensen had to admit that the one good thing that came out of this was that he now gave himself free reign to hang out naked too.
*****
The incident wasn’t really ever mentioned by either of them again after that night, except that one time two weeks later when they’d been out drinking, and Jensen had made a snide comment about Jared being an exhibitionist. Jared had snapped that he hadn’t known anyone would be playing peeping tom, and kicked Jensen for good measure. While Tom and Mike had looked at them as if they were insane, Jared and Jensen had refused to elaborate, and played it off as a joke. Jensen had shot a grin at Jared, who had returned it, and everything had been right again in their world.
*****
Roughly a month after Jared had been caught in his birthday suit, Jensen was left alone in the house all weekend while Jared flew to Los Angeles for a meeting with his manager about potential summer roles. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jensen lounged around naked all day Sunday, watching the game for most of the afternoon. He’d folded a towel and placed it on the couch underneath him, not because he cared what he got on Jared’s couch, but more because he suspected that Jared had done the same thing, minus the towel. And Jared’s ass sweat combined with dog hair and whatever-the-fuck-else had been spilled on the rarely cleaned couch cushions was just a little too gross for Jensen to want to think about.
The football game had gotten pretty intense, and Jensen had been leaning forward, elbows on his knees and hands clasped nervously in front of him, yelling at the refs, too distracted to notice Jared’s shout of “Honey, I’m home!” or hear him walk into the living room.
He did hear, however, Jared’s disgusted voice say, “Dude, do not tell me your ass germs are now a part of my couch.”
Jensen jumped a little in surprise, leaping off the couch and spinning to face Jared, who stood frozen mid-stride, bag still slung over his shoulder and coat still on. Jensen didn’t make any noise close to a squeak of surprise, however, so he gave himself cool points over Jared’s own reaction for that one. “They’re not,” he shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I’m decent enough to put a towel down first.”
“Uh huh, like that makes this any better. What gives you the right to walk around naked in my house?”
“Do we have to go through this again? You invited me; I moved in. You have a mortgage; I pay rent to help you with that. If you can walk around naked here, then I have as much right to do it too.”
Jared’s shoulders slumped. “Are you doing this just to get back at me?”
“No,” Jensen rolled his eyes, sinking back down onto the couch and leaning forward to cover himself up a little. Truth be told, he’d only felt safe enough to hang out alone naked because he thought Jared wouldn’t be home for several hours, at least. “I wasn’t really lying in that interview. And it’s not like I wanted you to find me naked.”
“Evidence points to the contrary.”
“This isn’t a courtroom, douchebag.”
“Nah, I mean, evidence is literally pointing to the contrary,” Jared pointed at Jensen’s lower half.
Glancing down, Jensen immediately turned bright red as he realized that the adrenaline rush he’d gotten from being caught on display naked had apparently started making other parts of his body a little bit excited, too. “Hey, this is your fault for surprising me.”
Shaking his head, Jared could only laugh. “Pretty sure it’s all your fault for being naked in the first place.”
“I take pride in my manly form, thankyouverymuch.”
“Yeah? Well, I guess I just don’t appreciate it as much as you do.”
“I’m detecting that you’re not confident in your sexuality, Jay,” Jensen tried to look concerned.
“Oh, fuck you. What I’m not confident in is your ability to be hygienic.”
“Says the fool who got his own germs all over the house in places that other people touch, and cooked dinner naked.”
Jared shrugged. “Think what you want; I’m comfortable in my skin.”
“So’m I,” Jensen said, crossing his arms and glaring at Jared in defiance.
“Guess we’ll both just have to get used to it, then,” Jared quirked an eyebrow and threw a smirk at Jensen before turning and heading upstairs.
Letting out a breath once Jared was gone, Jensen flopped back onto the couch and stared at the TV, game completely forgotten. What the fuck had he just gotten himself into?
*****
The next time he caught Jared chilling out nude, Jensen’s suspicions that Jared had taken things as a challenge were confirmed. He wished he could say he was surprised, or disturbed even, at the strange turn of events in their house, but fucked up shit was pretty much par for the course in their friendship. Jared had always been physical with him, both in private and in public, and they both tended to over-share when it came to each other. Add that to their tendency to try to prank each other into next week and it all equalled a very justifiable conclusion for Jensen, despite things progressing as if they were trying to get each other caught on an episode of Punk’d.
What did make Jensen pause, though, wasn’t the challenge in itself - although he had no idea what the point of it was - but it was instead the fact that he was starting to notice, and - oh, God - appreciate Jared’s body.
Jensen had never looked at another man before. Through years of playing sports and changing in locker rooms during school gym classes, Jensen had never checked out another guy, had definitely never wanted to. But Jared? Jared quite literally left him no choice. He’d get home from the store - Jared would be naked, playing with the dogs. He’d get up in the morning - Jared would be naked, trotting from room to room as he went about his morning routine. He’d turn his back for a second to make a fucking cup of coffee - Jared would be naked at the table when he’d been wearing clothes just a moment before.
Despite never giving Jared the satisfaction of knowing he’d fazed him, Jensen could admit that Jared’s nudity was grating his fucking nerves.
Of course, Jensen had responded in kind. Or, had tried to, at least. When Jared had returned from a mid-morning run with Harley and Sadie one day, he’d been standing naked in the front hall, nail between his teeth as he focused on hammering another in the wall to hold up a shelf he’d just put together. Jared had been surprised, but had simply rubbed his sweaty arm all over Jensen’s back as he’d passed without a remark. Jensen was left standing there staring dumbly at the wall, hating that even that, the briefest of touches, had been enough to get his dick’s notice. Suddenly glad for the fact that his ass was the side on display, all he could do was bang his head against the wall and will the blood to rush back up instead.
Their relationship outside of their house, both personal and professional, remained as relaxed and friendly as always. But Jensen had to admit that, when they were home, he felt tense and anxious, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop with Jared. It never did, though; they just kept trying to one-up each other, and Jensen tried to convince himself that the burning low in his belly every time he saw Jared strutting around naked was nerves, and not something else.
*****
The day that Jensen had woken up late morning and found Jared in the garage, doing squats with a barbell over his shoulders - naked, of course - he’d been a little stunned at the gauntlet Jared had thrown down. When Jared had heard Jensen gasp and had glanced up in the mirror to find him frozen in the doorway, he’d smirked, rising to his feet.
“Ready to concede defeat, bitch?” he’d shouted.
Jolted out of his shock, Jensen had snarled back. “You’re a douche, Padalecki. You don’t even know what you’ve just asked for.” With that, he’d turned his back and, with his left hand trailing behind him displaying his middle finger, he’d walked away from his roommate’s cackling laughter.
As he made his way into the kitchen and rooted through the fridge for some eggs to make breakfast with, thoughts of Jared’s toned body entered his mind. Fuck, the boy was fit, and that point had only been made clearer as he’d watched the muscles ripple all the way down Jared’s back as he’d raised his weights.
And as if he was expected to ignore thoughts of Jared’s tight ass just flexing right in front of him, muscles working to pump his legs up and down. Nor could he overlook the sheen of sweat all over his body, his pecs hardening with the strain of the barbell, or the perfect view he’d had of Jared’s cock in the mirror, as if Jared had positioned himself just perfectly to allow Jensen the best vantage point upon walking into the gym.
Jensen groaned as he felt himself harden at the thought, and tried to will it to go away. Focusing instead on starting to boil water and searching through the freezer for sausages, he cursed the fuck out of Jared for directing his attention onto the wrong kind of meat.
*****
Jensen let things between himself and Jared lie over the next few days, as did Jared, because their shooting schedules didn’t allow for anything more than crashing into bed immediately after work. But Jensen used that time wisely, both to come to terms with the thoughts provoked by seeing Jared naked, and to devise a plan for his next challenge.
When Saturday dawned warm and sunny, Jensen saw the perfect opportunity to put his plan into action. Stumbling around the kitchen making coffee when Jared returned from his morning run with the dogs, Jensen asked if he was up for a barbecue that night.
“Yeah, man, want me to call the guys?”
Jensen quirked an eyebrow. “After the way this week kicked both of our asses? You really want to entertain people tonight?”
“Dude, it’s Tom and Mike, they could entertain the hell out of themselves if they were locked in an 8x10 padded room,” Jared rolled his eyes, then sighed. “But no, you’re right. Want to go out and grab some steaks?”
Laughing, Jensen nodded. “I’ll grab them when I’m running errands this afternoon.”
“While I relax around the house in all my glory,” Jared saluted him as he turned away to feed Harley and Sadie. “Who’s the bitch in this relationship?”
“Oh, it’s all you, baby. Make sure supper’s all ready for me by seven!” Jensen shouted, grinning at the thought of Jared’s reaction to what he had in store.
*****
True to his word, Jensen had bought the best steaks he could find at the grocery store nearest their house. Returning from a last-minute run to the store for more beer, he inhaled deeply as the succulent smell of grilled steak assaulted him.
“Jay? ‘m home!” he called, throwing the beer into the fridge.
“Steaks are almost done, salad’s on the table,” he heard Jared’s reply as he moved through the living room to the open patio door. Poking his head out, he was momentarily struck breathless by the sight of Jared poking at the steaks with a spatula in his left hand as he raised a beer to his lips with the other. Naked, of course.
Shaking his head at the thought that he could still be thrown offguard by Jared’s nudity after all this time, Jensen just said, “’kay, I’m gonna change into something more comfortable and be right down.”
“What is this, the foreplay before we sleep together?” Jared grinned at him.
“Don’t count your lovers before they strip,” Jensen teased, turning around and heading to his room.
When he returned to the patio a few minutes later, Jared had his back turned to the door as he placed the steaks onto the plates already on the table. Striding confidently around to the opposite side of the table, Jensen flopped down onto one of the chairs.
It took a few moments for Jared to notice his attire, or lack thereof, but the exact second was marked by Jared’s eyebrows trying their damnedest to reach his hairline.
“What - what’re you ... ?” he stammered.
“Thought we were eating dinner out here?” Jensen replied, eyebrows furrowed in false confusion.
“I meant, why are you naked?”
“Why are you naked?”
Jared let out a huff of laughter, sliding into his own seat opposite Jensen. “So, what? Figured, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em?”
Jensen shrugged. “Hell, no. I would’ve kicked your ass. I just thought I’d throw you off your game a little.”
Jared raised an eyebrow. “So you knew I was winning,” he said smugly.
“What the fuck are we even competing at?”
“If you don’t already know, then you don’t deserve to have me tell you.”
“You’re seriously an idiot, you know that, right?”
“Hazards of hanging out with Chad,” Jared raised a shoulder in a shrug.
“Point,” Jensen tipped his bottle in Jared’s direction.
They dug into their dinner eagerly, at first keeping conversation at a stilted minimum, but eventually easing into their normal banter. Rising from the table to grab dessert from the kitchen and bringing it back out to the patio, Jensen realized for the first time how thankful he was that their yard was completely sheltered in by trees, keeping them away from prying eyes. It was a testament to how excited he’d been to throw Jared off that he’d forgotten about the outside world potentially having a peek on their little game, and Jensen could only shake his head at his immaturity.
“Y’know, this really is pretty liberating when we’re just chilling and not trying to one-up each other,” Jared said casually as they started in on dessert.
Jensen laughed, “We’re kind of shameless.”
“Yeah, right. How many people you normally walk around naked in front of, Jen?”
“Only you, baby,” Jensen winked with a smirk.
Rolling his eyes, Jared leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. “For real this time. Can we stop trying to freak the hell out of each other?”
“It’s clearly not working anyway,” Jensen conceded, face betraying nothing.
“Good,” Jared let out a long breath, sinking back in his chair. “So now what?”
“Now ... now we just do whatever’s comfortable.”
There was a pause as they both looked at each other. “Want to play some Madden?” Jared grinned.
“Oh, hell yes!” Jensen exclaimed, and they both rose to grab their dishes before heading inside, each claiming that they would kick the other’s ass.
*****
After that, Jensen and Jared added something new to their daily routine. They’d return home from work, head to their bedrooms, strip out of their clothes, and spend the night hanging out together. Neither one of them thought about how fucked beyond belief that was, because it honestly seemed like a natural development in their relationship.
Until it wasn’t.
The next Saturday night found the boys lounging au naturel side by side on the couch with beer in hand, Jensen on his towel and Jared foregoing one, favouring disease, as usual. An important football game had their attention glued to the screen, yelling at refs for calls they didn’t agree with and bumping fists as Dallas played well. When the end of the game came down to a field goal tie-breaker , the boys sat side by side in dead silence, not even noticing that their thighs touched, legs bouncing up and down in nervousness. As the football soared through the air, seemingly in slow-motion, Jared’s hand clamped down on Jensen’s knee, Jensen’s settling over top of it as if to reassure them both that nothing as earth-shattering as Dallas losing could possibly happen.
Two pairs of wide, unblinking eyes followed the football’s trajectory as it finally made its way directly through the centre of the goalposts, and both boys leapt up in happiness, immediately turning and clinging to each other with laughter.
After a moment, the realization hit Jensen that he and Jared were not only naked and hugging each other, but jumping up and down and giggling like twelve-year-old girls after being asked on their first date. Worse than that, as far as Jensen was concerned, was that he was hard as a rock from the contact, and there was no denying that Jared was, too. Pulling away from his best friend as soon as the thought hit, Jensen turned his face away and sank back on the couch, hanging his head in his hands with his elbows on his knees, willing his erection to go away.
Despite not looking at Jared’s face, Jensen knew the moment Jared came to the same realization he just had; the atmosphere in their living room changed - it was tenser, colder, as if they both realized that there’d been a giant pink elephant following them around for weeks now.
He felt Jared fall onto the opposite end of the couch, and was suddenly disheartened at the distance between them. They had to fix this, had to talk about it, but Jensen was frozen in fear.
“This ... this was a joke. It was supposed to make you uncomfortable ...” he heard Jared say softly after a moment.
“I think we’re both way past comfortable with it,” he whispered back, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head against the competing desires to jump Jared right there or run away from the conversation.
Another moment passed and then he felt the couch shift, and Jared’s hand on his left shoulder. “It’s alright, Jen,” his best friend murmured, leaning his face in to nuzzle his neck. “You don’t have to be so stiff.”
It took a moment for what Jared had said to pierce through the fog of Jensen’s brain, but when it did, he let out a surprise laugh, and turned to see Jared grinning at him.
“Pun totally intended,” his best friend’s eyes gleamed.
“We really doing this?” Jensen whispered.
Jared’s hands rose to cup his face, and it took every ounce of willpower not to look away from his best friend’s serious gaze. “’Bout time, don’t you think?” Jared smiled softly.
Nodding, and not trusting himself to speak, Jensen leaned forward, crashing his lips to Jared’s. After the first tentative brush, Jensen felt Jared’s tongue dart out. Opening his mouth and responding enthusiastically, Jensen brought his hands up to tangle in Jared’s hair, almost forgetting to breathe as their tongues slid against each other in a heated kiss.
When oxygen became important, Jensen broke away roughly, and Jared immediately latched onto his neck, sucking and nipping gently. Jensen placed his hands on Jared’s shoulders and pushed him backward, just catching a look of confusion on Jared’s face before Jensen pushed his back down flat onto the couch and crawled on top of him.
They groaned in unison as Jensen settled on top of Jared, their hard cocks rubbing together as every inch of their bodies touched. Jensen dove back into their kiss, and felt Jared’s legs tangle with his own, his best friend’s hands mapping out the muscles of his back, squeezing his ass every now and then.
Unable to help himself, Jensen soon found himself rutting against Jared like a teenager dry humping a girlfriend on his parents’ couch. Embarrassed, he pulled away from the kiss and buried his face in Jared’s shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” Jared surprised him by gasping in his ear, and Jensen pulled back to see Jared looking totally strung out. “Need to feel you, Jen.”
Jensen felt a rush of courage at his words, and continued his grinding motions with renewed passion, feeling Jared thrusting up toward him while pulling his hips down in the same rhythm. Raising his head, Jared surged up to smash their mouths together, plunging his tongue in to meet Jensen’s.
When Jared broke away from their kiss and moaned, frantically moving their hips together faster, Jensen could sense how close he was to the edge. He reached down between their bodies, wrapping his hand firmly around Jared’s cock. He experimentally worked his hand up and down Jared’s shaft from the base, flicking his fingers over the head teasingly as he reached the tip. Despite never having as much as touched another man’s dick before, he seemed to be doing something right, as all Jared could do was moan, “Fuck, Jen, yes, faster.”
Jared’s mumblings became gibberish as his eyes slammed closed and he let out the loudest, sexiest moan Jensen had ever heard. Jared’s hips thrust upward one last time, and Jensen pulled away a little and looked down in time to see Jared’s come spurting out and covering both of their stomachs in sticky whiteness. Fascinated, Jensen moved his gaze back up to watch Jared’s face while still stroking him through it.
“Holy fucking shit, you are amazing,” Jared gasped out, gazing at Jensen in a daze. Jared threw his head back, eyes open with pupils blown wide. Over the years, Jensen had thought he’d seen every possible expression Jared had, but was he ever wrong. Seeing Jared like this, looking thoroughly fucked out, and knowing that he, himself, Jensen had been the one to do that to him - it was completely new, and something Jensen never wanted to forget.
Thinking about it drew his attention back to the hardness still resting against Jared’s thigh, and to the fire burning low in his belly. Reaching a hand down, intending to jerk himself off quickly, his wrist was caught in Jared’s strong grasp.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jensen watched as Jared’s eyebrow rose, and before he could get out a response, Jared manoeuvred out from underneath him, and knelt before him on the floor.
“It’s called reciprocity, bitch,” he said with a smirk.
Jensen could only slump back against the couch, unable to find his voice as Jared pushed his thighs apart and leaned his head in. “Jay, you don’t have to...” he managed to get out, some too-polite side of him wanting to make sure Jared didn’t feel obligated.
When Jared’s head rose, and their eyes met, Jensen was struck dumb by the sheer intensity of desire burning within them. “Jen, I’ve wanted to do this for weeks. Let me.”
And with that, he ducked his head back down, and Jensen’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as his cock was enveloped with Jared’s warm, wet and eager mouth. Jensen knew for a fact Jared had never done this before, but fuck if he didn’t suck cock just as eagerly as he attacked everything else in his life. Jared hollowed his cheeks out as his head bobbed up and down, not a hint of teeth, just the slick slide of lips against flesh. Almost gagging when he’d taken in as much of Jensen’s cock as he could, Jared didn’t let it faze him, and hummed as he swirled his tongue around the tip again, his hand wrapping around the base and jerking up and down.
“Jay - fuck,” he moaned.
He’d been close to coming before Jared had even begun this display, and when Jensen managed to open his eyes and saw his cock disappearing inch between Jared’s lips, combined with the sheer concentration on his best friend’s face as he let Jensen fuck his mouth, Jensen knew he couldn’t keep it together much longer. He mumbled and tugged at Jared’s hair, warning him that he couldn’t hold on. Jared’s eyes flew open and met Jensen’s, and his only response was to suck harder, hollow his cheeks out just that little bit more, and fucking moan.
That was all it took. Jensen was coming harder than he ever had, shooting load after load into Jared’s mouth, who sucked at it greedily until Jensen was dry. Jared raised his head after one last teasing lick of the crown, resulting in an audible, and almost comical, pop.
Slumped against the couch, with his thighs spread wide and his limp dick hanging, Jensen knew how he must look, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His mind was in a daze, and it was all he could do to raise his hands to his face to wipe the sweat away, before opening his eyes to look at Jared.
Jared was standing a few feet in front of him, looking ... nervous? “What? Fuck?” was all Jensen’s foggy brain would allow him to get out.
Jared’s low, rumbling laugh went straight to Jensen’s cock, but he was distracted as Jared finally spoke. “Was that ... was that okay? Are we okay?” he blurted out.
“Okay?” Jensen managed to ask, quirking an eyebrow. He held a hand out to Jared, who grabbed onto it, pulling Jensen up to stand next to him. “Jared, you give head like you were fucking born for it, so I’d say that was more than okay.” He paused, seriously looking into Jared’s eyes, seeing the worry there. “And we’re good, Jay. Really.”
He saw the relief wash over Jared’s face as he reached up and pulled Jensen toward him. Resting their foreheads together, Jared closed his eyes and stayed silent for a moment. Just as Jensen was starting to think that Jared wasn’t going to say anything, Jared’s eyes flew open, and a smirk took over his face as he whispered, “I win.”
“What?” Jensen asked, thoroughly confused.
“That first time you found me naked was a mistake. But the rest of the times? Not so innocent,” Jared continued smirking.
“Well yeah, you wanted to make me uncomfortable,” Jensen shrugged, tugging on Jared’s arm to haul them both back onto the couch, where he curled against Jared’s side.
“Nah, wanted to make you comfortable, Jen,” Jared whispered, dragging his hand gently up and down Jensen’s arm. “Been wanting you for a while.”
Jensen looked at him in surprise. “So you actually had a master plan?”
Jared nodded.
“Fucker, I should feel completely manipulated.”
“I promise to spend many, many hours making it up to you.”
“You fucking better. I’m not conceding defeat to you.” And with that, Jensen moved so that he was straddling Jared’s lap, diving right in to slam their mouths back together. When Jared broke away to breathe after a moment, Jensen grinned, a gleam in his eye, “I’m gonna win the next round.”
End Notes: Please comment and let me know what you think! And if you spot any spelling/grammar/formatting errors, I’d love to know about those too!
Author: ell_kay
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen are really, really, really not mine. Sad, isn’t it? To my knowledge, these events did not happen, and I regretfully do not know either of them in real life. This is a complete work of fiction from my lunatic mind.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,415-ish
Summary: Jared likes to hang out at home naked. Jensen likes to hang out at home naked. When they move in together, this becomes an issue.
Notes: First fic ever posted, so please let me know what you think! :) Also, the idea for this came from an interview with J2 in a Norweigan magazine ( here). I stumbled across this interview in the middle of the night quite a few months ago, and it CONSUMED my BRAIN. I wrote most of the fic, then abandoned it for real life issues, but finally finished it off yesterday. Sorry if this idea’s been done before - I searched for similar stories to make sure I wasn’t re-doing someone else’s idea, but haven’t found anything. If I’m wrong, let me know! And also - thanks to onelastgasp for cheerleading me through this whole thing and the quick beta last night! [this is cross-posted a bunch of places, sorry to ambush people with this fic multiple times!]
The first time it happened, it was a week after Jensen had moved in. Things had been going well so far; they woke up - Jensen only after Jared threw things at him to jolt him out of his deep slumber - ate breakfast together, ran lines together on the way to set, worked their asses off, and then returned to the house and crashed. The motions had been second nature to Jensen anyway, considering how much time he and Jared had always spent together. Now it was just a little easier, because cutting out the time for an extra stop on the way to set generally allowed him to grab some bonus uninterrupted sleep.
Thursday of Jensen’s second week marked the first time he and Jared finished filming at different times. Jared, the lucky bastard, had been sent home two hours previously as Jensen stayed on set and busted his ass. Granted, he was working with Misha, who always provided some serious “WTF” moments, but it still wasn’t enough to rid him of the bitterness he felt at Jared being home, most likely in sweats, chilling out. So what if he knew he sometimes got to go home before Jared? Today, he was the unlucky one, and anyone who told him to suck it up could fuck right off.
Needless to say, by the time he got home, he wasn’t in the best of moods. All he wanted was to go to his room, flop on his bed, and sleep until forever. Opening the door, he smelled something wonderful emanating from the kitchen, and his grumbling stomach changed his plans. Making his way into the kitchen, he leaned over to look through the oven door, mouth watering at the late night snack Jared had clearly started cooking.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Jensen spun around to greet his roommate, but froze when he saw Jared appear.
Jared was walking in from the living room, beer in hand, eyes closed as he belted out the words to a song Jensen could distantly hear playing from the stereo. That? That was normal.
Jared was also naked. That? Not so normal.
In fact, nowhere in the fucking realm of normal. Jensen could only stare at Jared with his jaw dropped in shock, unable to form a word, and Jared hadn’t even seen him yet. “What the fuck, dude?” he managed to stutter out.
If Jensen had been in less of a state of shock, he would have doubled over in laughter at the sight of Jared literally squeaking in fright, dropping his beer bottle, and jumping back into the living room and around the corner of the doorframe.
“What are you doing here?” came Jared’s voice, and Jensen found his ability to speak returning as he detected Jared’s pissed off tone.
“Um, I moved in last week. Pretty sure I’ve seen you since then, you ass. Speaking of, why the fuck did I just see your ass? And your everything else, for that matter?”
Jared’s head poked back around the corner of the doorframe, and Jensen was oddly pleased to notice he was beet red. “I meant I thought you’d be home a little later, smartass,” Jared growled, clearly stalling for time. “I just ... um ...”
“Forgot to put clothes on?” Jensen finally, finally found his sense of humour again.
Jared rolled his eyes, and stepped into view again. “Whatever, dude. So what if you know my dirty little secret? I like to walk around naked; it’s freeing.”
“That’s not a secret, Jared, you told everyone that during an interview. But the thing is, I kinda did that too, and you don’t see me walking around here naked.”
Jared shrugged with semi-forced casualness as he leaned his hip against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. “You know you were just playing along with what I was saying, not to mention we were both hungover as hell anyway. And I better not see you walking around naked in my house.” His eyes narrowed at Jensen, who was doing all he could to look anywhere but at Jared.
Refusing to rise to the challenge, Jensen sighed. “Just go put some pants on, Jared. That mess on the floor needs to be cleaned up before you fall like the dumbass you are and pierce every inch of your overgrown body with glass, because I am not taking you to the hospital and explaining why I was with you when you were walking around naked in our house.”
Jared grinned. “You know you’re really just worried that some of that glass could mar the perfection that is my bod.”
“I’m going to disinfect every inch of this house now, you know that, right?”
Jared shrugged as he turned around and walked back down the hallway. “That might become a little redundant. Did I forget to mention just how often I hang out naked at home?” he called.
Scrubbing his hands over his face at the ridiculous situation he’d walked in on, Jensen knelt down and began picking up the largest pieces of glass. If Jared didn’t think it was a big deal to be found hanging out alone naked, then he wouldn’t freak out over it, either. It wasn’t like he and Jared had never seen each other nearly naked before - too many wardrobe fittings together had made them immune to that - but this was different, this was in the place where he lived with Jared. Jared, who clearly thought Jensen had been joking when he’d admitted during that Norwegian interview that he enjoyed hanging out naked at home. Shrugging to himself as he mopped up the spilled beer, Jensen had to admit that the one good thing that came out of this was that he now gave himself free reign to hang out naked too.
*****
The incident wasn’t really ever mentioned by either of them again after that night, except that one time two weeks later when they’d been out drinking, and Jensen had made a snide comment about Jared being an exhibitionist. Jared had snapped that he hadn’t known anyone would be playing peeping tom, and kicked Jensen for good measure. While Tom and Mike had looked at them as if they were insane, Jared and Jensen had refused to elaborate, and played it off as a joke. Jensen had shot a grin at Jared, who had returned it, and everything had been right again in their world.
*****
Roughly a month after Jared had been caught in his birthday suit, Jensen was left alone in the house all weekend while Jared flew to Los Angeles for a meeting with his manager about potential summer roles. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jensen lounged around naked all day Sunday, watching the game for most of the afternoon. He’d folded a towel and placed it on the couch underneath him, not because he cared what he got on Jared’s couch, but more because he suspected that Jared had done the same thing, minus the towel. And Jared’s ass sweat combined with dog hair and whatever-the-fuck-else had been spilled on the rarely cleaned couch cushions was just a little too gross for Jensen to want to think about.
The football game had gotten pretty intense, and Jensen had been leaning forward, elbows on his knees and hands clasped nervously in front of him, yelling at the refs, too distracted to notice Jared’s shout of “Honey, I’m home!” or hear him walk into the living room.
He did hear, however, Jared’s disgusted voice say, “Dude, do not tell me your ass germs are now a part of my couch.”
Jensen jumped a little in surprise, leaping off the couch and spinning to face Jared, who stood frozen mid-stride, bag still slung over his shoulder and coat still on. Jensen didn’t make any noise close to a squeak of surprise, however, so he gave himself cool points over Jared’s own reaction for that one. “They’re not,” he shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I’m decent enough to put a towel down first.”
“Uh huh, like that makes this any better. What gives you the right to walk around naked in my house?”
“Do we have to go through this again? You invited me; I moved in. You have a mortgage; I pay rent to help you with that. If you can walk around naked here, then I have as much right to do it too.”
Jared’s shoulders slumped. “Are you doing this just to get back at me?”
“No,” Jensen rolled his eyes, sinking back down onto the couch and leaning forward to cover himself up a little. Truth be told, he’d only felt safe enough to hang out alone naked because he thought Jared wouldn’t be home for several hours, at least. “I wasn’t really lying in that interview. And it’s not like I wanted you to find me naked.”
“Evidence points to the contrary.”
“This isn’t a courtroom, douchebag.”
“Nah, I mean, evidence is literally pointing to the contrary,” Jared pointed at Jensen’s lower half.
Glancing down, Jensen immediately turned bright red as he realized that the adrenaline rush he’d gotten from being caught on display naked had apparently started making other parts of his body a little bit excited, too. “Hey, this is your fault for surprising me.”
Shaking his head, Jared could only laugh. “Pretty sure it’s all your fault for being naked in the first place.”
“I take pride in my manly form, thankyouverymuch.”
“Yeah? Well, I guess I just don’t appreciate it as much as you do.”
“I’m detecting that you’re not confident in your sexuality, Jay,” Jensen tried to look concerned.
“Oh, fuck you. What I’m not confident in is your ability to be hygienic.”
“Says the fool who got his own germs all over the house in places that other people touch, and cooked dinner naked.”
Jared shrugged. “Think what you want; I’m comfortable in my skin.”
“So’m I,” Jensen said, crossing his arms and glaring at Jared in defiance.
“Guess we’ll both just have to get used to it, then,” Jared quirked an eyebrow and threw a smirk at Jensen before turning and heading upstairs.
Letting out a breath once Jared was gone, Jensen flopped back onto the couch and stared at the TV, game completely forgotten. What the fuck had he just gotten himself into?
*****
The next time he caught Jared chilling out nude, Jensen’s suspicions that Jared had taken things as a challenge were confirmed. He wished he could say he was surprised, or disturbed even, at the strange turn of events in their house, but fucked up shit was pretty much par for the course in their friendship. Jared had always been physical with him, both in private and in public, and they both tended to over-share when it came to each other. Add that to their tendency to try to prank each other into next week and it all equalled a very justifiable conclusion for Jensen, despite things progressing as if they were trying to get each other caught on an episode of Punk’d.
What did make Jensen pause, though, wasn’t the challenge in itself - although he had no idea what the point of it was - but it was instead the fact that he was starting to notice, and - oh, God - appreciate Jared’s body.
Jensen had never looked at another man before. Through years of playing sports and changing in locker rooms during school gym classes, Jensen had never checked out another guy, had definitely never wanted to. But Jared? Jared quite literally left him no choice. He’d get home from the store - Jared would be naked, playing with the dogs. He’d get up in the morning - Jared would be naked, trotting from room to room as he went about his morning routine. He’d turn his back for a second to make a fucking cup of coffee - Jared would be naked at the table when he’d been wearing clothes just a moment before.
Despite never giving Jared the satisfaction of knowing he’d fazed him, Jensen could admit that Jared’s nudity was grating his fucking nerves.
Of course, Jensen had responded in kind. Or, had tried to, at least. When Jared had returned from a mid-morning run with Harley and Sadie one day, he’d been standing naked in the front hall, nail between his teeth as he focused on hammering another in the wall to hold up a shelf he’d just put together. Jared had been surprised, but had simply rubbed his sweaty arm all over Jensen’s back as he’d passed without a remark. Jensen was left standing there staring dumbly at the wall, hating that even that, the briefest of touches, had been enough to get his dick’s notice. Suddenly glad for the fact that his ass was the side on display, all he could do was bang his head against the wall and will the blood to rush back up instead.
Their relationship outside of their house, both personal and professional, remained as relaxed and friendly as always. But Jensen had to admit that, when they were home, he felt tense and anxious, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop with Jared. It never did, though; they just kept trying to one-up each other, and Jensen tried to convince himself that the burning low in his belly every time he saw Jared strutting around naked was nerves, and not something else.
*****
The day that Jensen had woken up late morning and found Jared in the garage, doing squats with a barbell over his shoulders - naked, of course - he’d been a little stunned at the gauntlet Jared had thrown down. When Jared had heard Jensen gasp and had glanced up in the mirror to find him frozen in the doorway, he’d smirked, rising to his feet.
“Ready to concede defeat, bitch?” he’d shouted.
Jolted out of his shock, Jensen had snarled back. “You’re a douche, Padalecki. You don’t even know what you’ve just asked for.” With that, he’d turned his back and, with his left hand trailing behind him displaying his middle finger, he’d walked away from his roommate’s cackling laughter.
As he made his way into the kitchen and rooted through the fridge for some eggs to make breakfast with, thoughts of Jared’s toned body entered his mind. Fuck, the boy was fit, and that point had only been made clearer as he’d watched the muscles ripple all the way down Jared’s back as he’d raised his weights.
And as if he was expected to ignore thoughts of Jared’s tight ass just flexing right in front of him, muscles working to pump his legs up and down. Nor could he overlook the sheen of sweat all over his body, his pecs hardening with the strain of the barbell, or the perfect view he’d had of Jared’s cock in the mirror, as if Jared had positioned himself just perfectly to allow Jensen the best vantage point upon walking into the gym.
Jensen groaned as he felt himself harden at the thought, and tried to will it to go away. Focusing instead on starting to boil water and searching through the freezer for sausages, he cursed the fuck out of Jared for directing his attention onto the wrong kind of meat.
*****
Jensen let things between himself and Jared lie over the next few days, as did Jared, because their shooting schedules didn’t allow for anything more than crashing into bed immediately after work. But Jensen used that time wisely, both to come to terms with the thoughts provoked by seeing Jared naked, and to devise a plan for his next challenge.
When Saturday dawned warm and sunny, Jensen saw the perfect opportunity to put his plan into action. Stumbling around the kitchen making coffee when Jared returned from his morning run with the dogs, Jensen asked if he was up for a barbecue that night.
“Yeah, man, want me to call the guys?”
Jensen quirked an eyebrow. “After the way this week kicked both of our asses? You really want to entertain people tonight?”
“Dude, it’s Tom and Mike, they could entertain the hell out of themselves if they were locked in an 8x10 padded room,” Jared rolled his eyes, then sighed. “But no, you’re right. Want to go out and grab some steaks?”
Laughing, Jensen nodded. “I’ll grab them when I’m running errands this afternoon.”
“While I relax around the house in all my glory,” Jared saluted him as he turned away to feed Harley and Sadie. “Who’s the bitch in this relationship?”
“Oh, it’s all you, baby. Make sure supper’s all ready for me by seven!” Jensen shouted, grinning at the thought of Jared’s reaction to what he had in store.
*****
True to his word, Jensen had bought the best steaks he could find at the grocery store nearest their house. Returning from a last-minute run to the store for more beer, he inhaled deeply as the succulent smell of grilled steak assaulted him.
“Jay? ‘m home!” he called, throwing the beer into the fridge.
“Steaks are almost done, salad’s on the table,” he heard Jared’s reply as he moved through the living room to the open patio door. Poking his head out, he was momentarily struck breathless by the sight of Jared poking at the steaks with a spatula in his left hand as he raised a beer to his lips with the other. Naked, of course.
Shaking his head at the thought that he could still be thrown offguard by Jared’s nudity after all this time, Jensen just said, “’kay, I’m gonna change into something more comfortable and be right down.”
“What is this, the foreplay before we sleep together?” Jared grinned at him.
“Don’t count your lovers before they strip,” Jensen teased, turning around and heading to his room.
When he returned to the patio a few minutes later, Jared had his back turned to the door as he placed the steaks onto the plates already on the table. Striding confidently around to the opposite side of the table, Jensen flopped down onto one of the chairs.
It took a few moments for Jared to notice his attire, or lack thereof, but the exact second was marked by Jared’s eyebrows trying their damnedest to reach his hairline.
“What - what’re you ... ?” he stammered.
“Thought we were eating dinner out here?” Jensen replied, eyebrows furrowed in false confusion.
“I meant, why are you naked?”
“Why are you naked?”
Jared let out a huff of laughter, sliding into his own seat opposite Jensen. “So, what? Figured, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em?”
Jensen shrugged. “Hell, no. I would’ve kicked your ass. I just thought I’d throw you off your game a little.”
Jared raised an eyebrow. “So you knew I was winning,” he said smugly.
“What the fuck are we even competing at?”
“If you don’t already know, then you don’t deserve to have me tell you.”
“You’re seriously an idiot, you know that, right?”
“Hazards of hanging out with Chad,” Jared raised a shoulder in a shrug.
“Point,” Jensen tipped his bottle in Jared’s direction.
They dug into their dinner eagerly, at first keeping conversation at a stilted minimum, but eventually easing into their normal banter. Rising from the table to grab dessert from the kitchen and bringing it back out to the patio, Jensen realized for the first time how thankful he was that their yard was completely sheltered in by trees, keeping them away from prying eyes. It was a testament to how excited he’d been to throw Jared off that he’d forgotten about the outside world potentially having a peek on their little game, and Jensen could only shake his head at his immaturity.
“Y’know, this really is pretty liberating when we’re just chilling and not trying to one-up each other,” Jared said casually as they started in on dessert.
Jensen laughed, “We’re kind of shameless.”
“Yeah, right. How many people you normally walk around naked in front of, Jen?”
“Only you, baby,” Jensen winked with a smirk.
Rolling his eyes, Jared leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. “For real this time. Can we stop trying to freak the hell out of each other?”
“It’s clearly not working anyway,” Jensen conceded, face betraying nothing.
“Good,” Jared let out a long breath, sinking back in his chair. “So now what?”
“Now ... now we just do whatever’s comfortable.”
There was a pause as they both looked at each other. “Want to play some Madden?” Jared grinned.
“Oh, hell yes!” Jensen exclaimed, and they both rose to grab their dishes before heading inside, each claiming that they would kick the other’s ass.
*****
After that, Jensen and Jared added something new to their daily routine. They’d return home from work, head to their bedrooms, strip out of their clothes, and spend the night hanging out together. Neither one of them thought about how fucked beyond belief that was, because it honestly seemed like a natural development in their relationship.
Until it wasn’t.
The next Saturday night found the boys lounging au naturel side by side on the couch with beer in hand, Jensen on his towel and Jared foregoing one, favouring disease, as usual. An important football game had their attention glued to the screen, yelling at refs for calls they didn’t agree with and bumping fists as Dallas played well. When the end of the game came down to a field goal tie-breaker , the boys sat side by side in dead silence, not even noticing that their thighs touched, legs bouncing up and down in nervousness. As the football soared through the air, seemingly in slow-motion, Jared’s hand clamped down on Jensen’s knee, Jensen’s settling over top of it as if to reassure them both that nothing as earth-shattering as Dallas losing could possibly happen.
Two pairs of wide, unblinking eyes followed the football’s trajectory as it finally made its way directly through the centre of the goalposts, and both boys leapt up in happiness, immediately turning and clinging to each other with laughter.
After a moment, the realization hit Jensen that he and Jared were not only naked and hugging each other, but jumping up and down and giggling like twelve-year-old girls after being asked on their first date. Worse than that, as far as Jensen was concerned, was that he was hard as a rock from the contact, and there was no denying that Jared was, too. Pulling away from his best friend as soon as the thought hit, Jensen turned his face away and sank back on the couch, hanging his head in his hands with his elbows on his knees, willing his erection to go away.
Despite not looking at Jared’s face, Jensen knew the moment Jared came to the same realization he just had; the atmosphere in their living room changed - it was tenser, colder, as if they both realized that there’d been a giant pink elephant following them around for weeks now.
He felt Jared fall onto the opposite end of the couch, and was suddenly disheartened at the distance between them. They had to fix this, had to talk about it, but Jensen was frozen in fear.
“This ... this was a joke. It was supposed to make you uncomfortable ...” he heard Jared say softly after a moment.
“I think we’re both way past comfortable with it,” he whispered back, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head against the competing desires to jump Jared right there or run away from the conversation.
Another moment passed and then he felt the couch shift, and Jared’s hand on his left shoulder. “It’s alright, Jen,” his best friend murmured, leaning his face in to nuzzle his neck. “You don’t have to be so stiff.”
It took a moment for what Jared had said to pierce through the fog of Jensen’s brain, but when it did, he let out a surprise laugh, and turned to see Jared grinning at him.
“Pun totally intended,” his best friend’s eyes gleamed.
“We really doing this?” Jensen whispered.
Jared’s hands rose to cup his face, and it took every ounce of willpower not to look away from his best friend’s serious gaze. “’Bout time, don’t you think?” Jared smiled softly.
Nodding, and not trusting himself to speak, Jensen leaned forward, crashing his lips to Jared’s. After the first tentative brush, Jensen felt Jared’s tongue dart out. Opening his mouth and responding enthusiastically, Jensen brought his hands up to tangle in Jared’s hair, almost forgetting to breathe as their tongues slid against each other in a heated kiss.
When oxygen became important, Jensen broke away roughly, and Jared immediately latched onto his neck, sucking and nipping gently. Jensen placed his hands on Jared’s shoulders and pushed him backward, just catching a look of confusion on Jared’s face before Jensen pushed his back down flat onto the couch and crawled on top of him.
They groaned in unison as Jensen settled on top of Jared, their hard cocks rubbing together as every inch of their bodies touched. Jensen dove back into their kiss, and felt Jared’s legs tangle with his own, his best friend’s hands mapping out the muscles of his back, squeezing his ass every now and then.
Unable to help himself, Jensen soon found himself rutting against Jared like a teenager dry humping a girlfriend on his parents’ couch. Embarrassed, he pulled away from the kiss and buried his face in Jared’s shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” Jared surprised him by gasping in his ear, and Jensen pulled back to see Jared looking totally strung out. “Need to feel you, Jen.”
Jensen felt a rush of courage at his words, and continued his grinding motions with renewed passion, feeling Jared thrusting up toward him while pulling his hips down in the same rhythm. Raising his head, Jared surged up to smash their mouths together, plunging his tongue in to meet Jensen’s.
When Jared broke away from their kiss and moaned, frantically moving their hips together faster, Jensen could sense how close he was to the edge. He reached down between their bodies, wrapping his hand firmly around Jared’s cock. He experimentally worked his hand up and down Jared’s shaft from the base, flicking his fingers over the head teasingly as he reached the tip. Despite never having as much as touched another man’s dick before, he seemed to be doing something right, as all Jared could do was moan, “Fuck, Jen, yes, faster.”
Jared’s mumblings became gibberish as his eyes slammed closed and he let out the loudest, sexiest moan Jensen had ever heard. Jared’s hips thrust upward one last time, and Jensen pulled away a little and looked down in time to see Jared’s come spurting out and covering both of their stomachs in sticky whiteness. Fascinated, Jensen moved his gaze back up to watch Jared’s face while still stroking him through it.
“Holy fucking shit, you are amazing,” Jared gasped out, gazing at Jensen in a daze. Jared threw his head back, eyes open with pupils blown wide. Over the years, Jensen had thought he’d seen every possible expression Jared had, but was he ever wrong. Seeing Jared like this, looking thoroughly fucked out, and knowing that he, himself, Jensen had been the one to do that to him - it was completely new, and something Jensen never wanted to forget.
Thinking about it drew his attention back to the hardness still resting against Jared’s thigh, and to the fire burning low in his belly. Reaching a hand down, intending to jerk himself off quickly, his wrist was caught in Jared’s strong grasp.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jensen watched as Jared’s eyebrow rose, and before he could get out a response, Jared manoeuvred out from underneath him, and knelt before him on the floor.
“It’s called reciprocity, bitch,” he said with a smirk.
Jensen could only slump back against the couch, unable to find his voice as Jared pushed his thighs apart and leaned his head in. “Jay, you don’t have to...” he managed to get out, some too-polite side of him wanting to make sure Jared didn’t feel obligated.
When Jared’s head rose, and their eyes met, Jensen was struck dumb by the sheer intensity of desire burning within them. “Jen, I’ve wanted to do this for weeks. Let me.”
And with that, he ducked his head back down, and Jensen’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as his cock was enveloped with Jared’s warm, wet and eager mouth. Jensen knew for a fact Jared had never done this before, but fuck if he didn’t suck cock just as eagerly as he attacked everything else in his life. Jared hollowed his cheeks out as his head bobbed up and down, not a hint of teeth, just the slick slide of lips against flesh. Almost gagging when he’d taken in as much of Jensen’s cock as he could, Jared didn’t let it faze him, and hummed as he swirled his tongue around the tip again, his hand wrapping around the base and jerking up and down.
“Jay - fuck,” he moaned.
He’d been close to coming before Jared had even begun this display, and when Jensen managed to open his eyes and saw his cock disappearing inch between Jared’s lips, combined with the sheer concentration on his best friend’s face as he let Jensen fuck his mouth, Jensen knew he couldn’t keep it together much longer. He mumbled and tugged at Jared’s hair, warning him that he couldn’t hold on. Jared’s eyes flew open and met Jensen’s, and his only response was to suck harder, hollow his cheeks out just that little bit more, and fucking moan.
That was all it took. Jensen was coming harder than he ever had, shooting load after load into Jared’s mouth, who sucked at it greedily until Jensen was dry. Jared raised his head after one last teasing lick of the crown, resulting in an audible, and almost comical, pop.
Slumped against the couch, with his thighs spread wide and his limp dick hanging, Jensen knew how he must look, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His mind was in a daze, and it was all he could do to raise his hands to his face to wipe the sweat away, before opening his eyes to look at Jared.
Jared was standing a few feet in front of him, looking ... nervous? “What? Fuck?” was all Jensen’s foggy brain would allow him to get out.
Jared’s low, rumbling laugh went straight to Jensen’s cock, but he was distracted as Jared finally spoke. “Was that ... was that okay? Are we okay?” he blurted out.
“Okay?” Jensen managed to ask, quirking an eyebrow. He held a hand out to Jared, who grabbed onto it, pulling Jensen up to stand next to him. “Jared, you give head like you were fucking born for it, so I’d say that was more than okay.” He paused, seriously looking into Jared’s eyes, seeing the worry there. “And we’re good, Jay. Really.”
He saw the relief wash over Jared’s face as he reached up and pulled Jensen toward him. Resting their foreheads together, Jared closed his eyes and stayed silent for a moment. Just as Jensen was starting to think that Jared wasn’t going to say anything, Jared’s eyes flew open, and a smirk took over his face as he whispered, “I win.”
“What?” Jensen asked, thoroughly confused.
“That first time you found me naked was a mistake. But the rest of the times? Not so innocent,” Jared continued smirking.
“Well yeah, you wanted to make me uncomfortable,” Jensen shrugged, tugging on Jared’s arm to haul them both back onto the couch, where he curled against Jared’s side.
“Nah, wanted to make you comfortable, Jen,” Jared whispered, dragging his hand gently up and down Jensen’s arm. “Been wanting you for a while.”
Jensen looked at him in surprise. “So you actually had a master plan?”
Jared nodded.
“Fucker, I should feel completely manipulated.”
“I promise to spend many, many hours making it up to you.”
“You fucking better. I’m not conceding defeat to you.” And with that, Jensen moved so that he was straddling Jared’s lap, diving right in to slam their mouths back together. When Jared broke away to breathe after a moment, Jensen grinned, a gleam in his eye, “I’m gonna win the next round.”
End Notes: Please comment and let me know what you think! And if you spot any spelling/grammar/formatting errors, I’d love to know about those too!