If I'm the Secret, Does That Make You the Agent? [2/2].
<< part one.
“Jared, where’s the keys?!” Jensen growled, stopping Jared and practically frisking him for his car keys.
Normally Jared would have thought this was hot, but Jensen was being a little bit too rough for his tastes.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where’s the fire?” He most definitely did not think ‘In my pants’.
Jensen didn’t look amused. Just harried and a little pissed off, “Keys. Now!”
“Okay, okay, here!” He reached into his jacket pocket and tossed them to him.
Jensen walked around the hood of the car in a few quick strides, opening the door and getting in the driver’s seat.
“I don’t think you should be driving- I mean, it’s a company car and technically only I’m allowed to-“
“Get in the car NOW Jared!” He sounded a little scary. Jeeze, when Jensen wanted sex you didn’t waste any time did you?
A black SUV swerved around the corner, tires squealing menacingly, heading straight for them. And. Not. Stopping.
“Jesus Christ!”
Jared opened the door quickly, barely planting his ass on the seat before Jensen was backing away from the curb, flooring the gas. Dumbfounded, Jared stuck his head out the window, checking to see if that scary black SUV was following.
He was in for a pleasant surprise when a bullet only just missed his head and cracked through the side view mirror.
“Holy fuck! Jensen- What? What the hell is going on?”
Jensen didn’t answer, just yanked his head back in the car.
Jared could smell burning rubber as Jensen maneuvered through traffic in reverse. The angry blare of horns blasting through the air as Jensen sped through a red light, narrowly missing a gleaming black Porsche.
“Oh my God I’m gonna die.” Jared said in a small, terrified voice. Manhood be damned.
He was hyperventilating. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All Jared knew was that he was going to die at the hands of the stunningly attractive man in the driver’s seat. Or maybe perhaps from the scary guy firing at them with the big fun sized gun in the SUV.
“What does this guy want? Jensen, come on I’m kind of freaking out here.”
Jensen swerved a hard left, coming this close to hitting a fire hydrant. Jared gripped the edges of the seat like his life depended on it. And it probably did. Heading the car towards a parking structure, Jensen zoomed past the tollbooth, the attendant shouting in their wake.
Jared poked his head out the window again, (“Sorry!” he shouted.) only to be yanked back in hard by the collar of his shirt.
“Do you have a death wish Padalecki? Keep your damn head in the fucking car!”
Jensen snapped, driving to the upper level and swerving to a stop that turned Jared’s stomach. “Listen to me Jared, “ Jensen unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his arm, “those men are dangerous, they’re from the NSA and they’re after you.”
Jared blinked.
“Are you listening to me?!” Urgency arose in Jensen’s tone, brows knitted together seriously. Fuck, even now the guy was gorgeous.
“They will kill you Jared!” Jensen shook his arm, “Do you understand?”
It was like everything was finally catching up to him after passively being caught up in a whirlwind, “That- That guy at the club? That passed out, you killed him didn’t you!?”
“I knocked him unconscious, but that’s not the point here!”
“And what- what do you mean they’re after me? Why? I’m- I work at a freakin’ BuyMore fixing broken iPods! And I don’t even know if I want that job and- Oh God, Oh God… Jensen...”
The Black SUV slowed to a stop on the other side of the parking lot, it’s headlights shining a bright light through the rear window. Jensen turned his gaze to the rearview and cursed under his breath. A brief moment of panic shone through those green, green eyes of his before they flashed dark and determined.
“Grab on to something,” was the only warning Jared got before the car was racing backwards, straight into the front grill of the SUV.
The force of the impact almost jolted them through the windshield. Thank God for airbags huh?
The car smoked, overheated and crushed in like a tin can from the back, but somehow Jensen managed to pull them out of the heap quickly. Like back at the club he yanked Jared across the parking lot, pulling at his awkward limbs and cursing whenever Jared tripped over his sneakers.
Jensen pulled out his cell phone as he kicked open the metal door that lead to the roof of the parkade, “Request emergency air-evac. We’re on foot. Track Location.”
He hung up and shoved his phone into the pocket of those sinful jeans, lifting the back of his shirt and pulling out a gun of his own.
“Did- did you have that on you all night?” Jared swallowed nervously. Very, very afraid of where the course of events had turned and where they were going to go.
“Come on Jared!”
Tripping over the last stair, Jared stumbled out of the stairwell, out into the cool night air on the roof of the building.
Great, now he was trapped on a roof with a dangerously sexy man, the gun in his pants that’s really not a euphemism for anything fun, and some psychos from the government who could wake up any minute and join the party.
Greaaaaat.
“How do you know Tom Welling!”
“What? Tom- how- what does he have to do with this?” Jared fumbled.
“Answer the question!”
“We, we were college room-mates,” he offered, “How do you know Tom Welling?”
“We work together at the CIA.” Jensen said simply, eyes scanning the roof.
“You’re, he’s, you guys-“
“Yes,” Jensen said pointedly, a little bit exhausted with the conversation and the explaining, Jared guessed.
“You and Tom, you’re- You guys are spies?!”
“I am. Tom’s gone rogue. Jared, listen. This is important,” he came closer, expression hardened, “Did Tom try to contact you at all?”
“No, I haven’t heard from him in years, not since-“ then he remembered, “The email! He, he sent me an email the other day!”
Jensen looked at him. His eyebrows arched expectantly, waiting for an answer, “Well, did you open it?!”
“Yeah, yeah it was this line from an old video game we used to play, and then, then there were these, “ he paused not really knowing how to describe what he had seen, ”these pictures I think? Thousands of them. Maybe millions. I don’t know.”
“You saw them?!”
Jensen ran a hand through his hair, staying calm for Jared. Who was, well, freaking out was an understatement.
“Should I not have seen them? Jensen? Tell me something man, I wanna know before I get hauled off somewhere and shot in the back of the head you know? Some people wouldn’t want to know that, but me, I think I’d much rather die with some dignity and-”
A hand covered his mouth, “Jared. Shut up. Listen to me, I’m going to have to point my gun at you and you need to not freak out okay?”
Despite everything, there was something trusting behind those eyes. And whatever, maybe he was crazy but this was the most exciting thing to ever happen in his crappy little life, so Jared nodded.
“Ackles,” a gruff voice came from over Jared’s shoulder.
Jensen backed away from Jared, turning towards the scary bearded guy in a suit with a scowl.
“Let’s cut the crap shall we?” said whom Jared’s inner monologue was referring to as ‘The Bad Guy’.
“It’s been a really long day,” Bad Guy continued, cricking his neck, “and some asshole just rear-ended me. All and all, I’m not in the sunshiniest of moods, so if you wouldn’t mind,”
Bad Guy pulled out his gun aiming it at Jensen’s head, “I’m taking stretch over there,” the guy motioned towards him with the barrel of his gun, “He belongs to the NSA.”
“CIA gets him first!” Jensen barked, turning his gun on Jared.
Oh God, he was freaking out. He really, really was.
“Jensen… I’m freaking out...” He said behind gritted teeth, holding his hands up in the air lamely.
Jensen ignored him, angry eyes still on The Bad Guy, “Come any closer and I’ll shoot!”
“Now I’m really freaking out!”
“Jared, shut up!”
“Shutting up now. Pleasedon’tshootme.”
All Jared could do now was watch the scene in front of him, defenseless and terrified. Praying to God and Allah, and freakin’ whatever crazy god Tom Cruise prayed to, not to die tonight.
Bad Guy laughed, “You shoot him, I shoot you, whatever. Saves me the trouble of hauling his ass in. That and the paper work would be significantly less. Ain’t that funny?”
“I mean it Morgan, I will shoot him right now, and you will know nothing!”
“Oh, so you managed to get him to talk did you? Damn, see I just can’t pull off that seductively gay thing you do. “
“It’s the beard, “ Jensen smirked smugly, “That and that extra tire around the middle you’re carrying around. And maybe it’s the ‘old’ thing.”
Bad Guy - Morgan - laughed bitterly, pulling back the hammer on his gun, “Spare the monologue rookie. It ain’t gonna work.”
Jared’s heart beat wildly in his chest, the idea that this Morgan guy was this close to shooting Jensen was not something he was okay with.
“Wait! Wait, wait, wait,” he shouted, holding his arms out wide. Jensen and Morgan’s head’s turned to look at him expectantly. Isn’t it funny how verbal diarrhea doesn’t happen when you need it to?
He looked out over the edge of the building, out into the skyline of the city, at the tall skyscrapers surrounding them. Freezing suddenly, his eyes went wide, a rapid flash of pictures flipping across his eyelids: News Reports, schematics of the Regency Hyatt hotel, passport of a flagged Serbian terrorist, Director Singer, a bomb going off, apple pie.
Jared blinked, the world coming back into focus. He so would never get used to that.
“They’re gonna kill him,” he said breathlessly.
“Jared, who’re they going to kill?” asked Jensen patiently.
Morgan just pointed his gun at him.
“The Director guy, Singer! Director Singer, of uh, uh, the Security Council! He’s giving an address in the conference room at the Regency about something…” he trailed off trying to remember.
“How the hell do you know this boy? Speak or you lose a kneecap.”
Jared somehow did not think Morgan was bluffing.
“I don’t know! I just, I’m remembering things that I shouldn’t even know. I don’t know why but I do and it’s really starting to freak me out.”
Suddenly Jensen was in front of him, gun tucked away, and staring at him earnestly, “Tell me what you mean Jared.”
“Like, like, you guys,” he looked over at Morgan, “You guys intercepted a file full of blueprints of the hotel, and and, the CIA? Well, they found drawings of a bomb from a Serbian terrorist group. A bomb that’s in that hotel. How do I know this Jensen? What’s wrong with me?”
“Jared, Jared, look at me.”
Jensen grabbed Jared’s chin, turning his head to face him, “Those pictures in that email, they were encoded with NSA and CIA secrets. Secrets you now know.”
“Great,” Morgan grumbled in the background, “a certifiable idiot knows all the government’s secrets. That’s just great.”
“Jared, all our secrets are in your brain. You’re - you’re the computer.”
“Computer? What- what does that mean?”
“It means you’re gonna tell us if we’ve got time to stop that bomb or not. And I’m not askin’ nicely.”
Jared swallowed.
“I don’t, I can’t help you. I’m sorry. Call Tom, he’s the agent, I’m just- just the manager of a Nerd Herd! Okay? That’s all.”
“Tom’s dead!” shouted Jensen, anger in his eyes, “He died sending our secrets to you!”
A rush of sadness came over him. Sure, he hadn’t seen Tom in years, sure he’d only ever had irrational hate for him ever since he dropped off the map. His supposed best friend, gone without any reason at all. But Jared figured it made sense now, since Tom was a secret agent and all.
Key word being was.
But he could have sent him a Christmas card every once in a while, you know? Jared was pretty sure the CIA were allowed to send Christmas cards. And if they weren’t?
Well that was just pure evil.
“He’s dead?” Jared said softly, almost disbelieving.
“Alright, I’ve had enough,” Morgan fired his gun in the air, the crack of it making Jared jump.
“We can all cry and hug it out after we deal with this,” Morgan said smiling sadistically, “Now come on you girls, we’ve got a bomb to stop.”
---
Next thing Jared knew the three of them were running across the Regency Hyatt lobby, and maybe Jared almost tripped over an old lady and her luggage, but that wasn’t really important.
Scrambling to the conference room doors, Jared swung them open, Morgan and Jensen bursting ahead, guns raised. The weird thing was, no one really seemed to notice. Everyone was seated at their tables, drinking their expensive Merlots, and listening intently to what Director Singer was talking about at his official looking podium.
Could have been what happened on Lost last night for all Jared cared.
“Where is it?” hissed Jensen coming back to his side and tugging on his arm.
“I don’t know, I-“ Jared hesitated, looking around the banquet hall. He didn’t know what he was looking for, because he doubted anything would jump out and dance around singing ‘I’m a bomb, I’m a bomb, lookit meeeee!’
A lone silver, serving dish sat covered at the front of the hall, oddly out of place with the rest of the food. Honestly Jared had no idea if it was the bomb or not, but it seemed like a good place to start.
“There!” he pointed, “It’s there.”
Jensen pulled on one arm, Morgan the other, both of them manhandling him to the front of the crowded hall.
Without hesitation Jensen lifted the lid off the tray, and yup, there, sticks of C4, tell tale blinking red countdown clock included, was the bomb.
Well, what were the chances of that?
“Oh God.”
Morgan pushed him aside and crept in front of the bomb, “No time to evacuate, any ideas?”
“Disconnect the laptop.” Jensen offered.
“If we do that, there’s no telling whether it’ll set these babies off or not.”
“Fuck,” Jensen stood back up, looking at Jared expectantly, “Jared. Do you remember anything about how to stop it?”
Like, he hadn’t tried that already, seriously. “Uh, yeah not getting anything here, can’t exactly turn it on and off you know?”
“Jared, we are all going to die here. Do you understand?”
“Uh, yeah, I think I kind of get the mechanics of a bomb. You know, explosion, fiery painful death, dismembered limbs. Believe me, not really in my top ten ways to die.”
“Jared!”
“Right, uh, let me see,” pushing Morgan out of the way, he knelt down in front of the bomb. Glancing at the heavy duty laptop wired to the explosives, Jared noticed that it was the same Prism Express model the store carried.
The virus! Of course!
God, he was never more grateful for his shitty job at the BuyMore than he was at this very moment in time. Actually it was probably the only time he was grateful for his shitty job at the BuyMore.
Panic started to erupt throughout the conference room, word of the situation having reached the banquet goers.
“That ain’t no X-Box kid, “ Morgan commented from his left.
“I know that, just, really give me some space!”
“Back off JD, “ Jensen warned, he looked down at Jared and nodded, “He knows what he’s doing.”
Knowing that he had Jensen’s trust, he took a deep breath. Ignoring the tick of their death clock, Jared reached out and touched the lap top keypad, “Oh God, Oh God. Okay, here we go.”
Typing in the DOS override, Jared accessed the Internet through the hotel’s wireless system. His fingers deftly sweeping over the keyboard, he typed his search terms in to Google.
“Porn? You’re looking for porn?!” Morgan exclaimed.
Smiling a little nervously, he looked over at him, “Gay porn to be more exact.”
Pressing the enter button over the link that popped up, Larry Hardwood’s grunts reverberated through the room. Jared cringed and closed his eyes as the timer reached the end of its countdown.
3… 2… 1…
The laptop sparked, screen going blank.
Everything stopped. Room suddenly quiet.
Was he dead?
Peeking an eye open, he spotted Jensen smiling at him proudly. Not dead then.
“Christ kid, any closer and we woulda been smeared all over the walls.” Agent Morgan grumbled standing up and straightening his suit jacket. Jared figured it was as close to a thank-you as he was ever going to get out of that man.
“You did good Jared,” Jensen said, smiling that same smile, eye crinkles that made Jared’s stomach flop and flip.
Or that could have been a bout of nausea, he really wasn’t sure.
---
Jensen and Morgan dropped Jared off back at his place sometime near dawn, after that whole mess at the Regency was taken care of. Jared didn’t really remember it all. At some point he passed out. But really, he just saved himself and Jensen, and a whole buttload of people from being incinerated.
Passing out was completely justified.
Closing and locking the door safely behind him, he sagged back against it, running his hands through his hair and tugging.
Did that night just happen? Was that for real?
“Dude!”
“Ahhh!” Jared jumped. But really, could you blame him with the sort of night he just had? Swiveling around he came face to face with his intruder, or you know, in lamens terms, Chad. “Don’t do that man!”
“Dude, all night!” chirped Chad again ignoring him, punching him on the shoulder, “You sly, sly dog!”
Jared rolled his eyes. Now was not the time for Chad. Rarely was it ever the time for Chad. Unbuttoning his over shirt and kicking off his shoes, he made his way towards the kitchen desperately in need of a drink.
Chad followed on his heels like an eager puppy.
“Come on, details man! Was he good in the sack or what?”
Reaching into the fridge he pulled out the jug of SunnyD and drank straight from the bottle in long gulps. Jared wiped his mouth.
“You know, I’m really creeped out by how much you want to hear about all the gay sex I have.”
“So you did have gay sex last night!” Chad said, knowing look on his face, “My man!”
“Chad, I didn’t have any sort of sex last night, honestly I-“ Jared didn’t really even know how to explain last night.
“Right, you don’t buttfuck and tell. You are one classy dude.” Chad said with a grin, reaching into a cupboard and pulling out the box of pop-tarts.
“Chad?”
“Yeah Jay-bird?”
“Go home.”
“Okay,” he stole a pop-tart, and with a wink and a two-fingered salute, Chad was gone.
Shaking his head, he padded down the hallway just wanting to sleep this ridiculous night away. Forget it ever happened. Forget he ever met Jensen.
Fully prepared to face plant into his nice soft bed, boy was he in for a surprise.
“Jared,”
“Jesus Christ! Jensen, how did you get in here? You know what? Never mind. Stupid question.”
Jared took off his dress shirt, moving to the closet to hang it up with the others, squeezing it in between his collection of short-sleeved dork shirts and ties. The whole time he could feel Jensen’s eyes on his back.
“Jared, we need to talk.” Jensen said from behind him.
“I thought the point of driving me home, was to leave me alone.”
“You know I can’t do that,” Jensen said, closer this time.
Jared turned around and faced him. He was still so breathtaking, the early light streaming through the blinds and making his skin glow.
“Because you actually genuinely like me or the other thing?”
“Maybe both.” Jensen said quietly.
“I’d really like it if you would stop saying things like that, when clearly you don’t mean them. Can I sleep now? Or is the CIA against that?”
“Jared…”
“Jensen.” He offered, staring at him.
Jensen sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “We need you Jared, me and Morgan. You’ve got our secrets in that head of yours, but besides that, you really proved yourself today. Your country needs you.”
Jared snorted, “Did you really just say that?”
And yeah, he was a little proud of himself when that got a smile out of Jensen.
“Yeah, that was really lame.”
“Beyond lame.”
Rolling his eyes Jensen sat back down on the edge of Jared’s bed. Funny how Jensen in his bed didn’t happen the way Jared thought it would.
“You know,” Jared moved to sit down beside him, their knees touching, “Car chases, and gun fights, and bomb threats, and crazy government computers inside my head aside, this was probably the best date I’ve had in- in a really long time.”
Jensen turned his head and smiled the shy little smile, the one Jared thinks might just be real, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Jared agreed, “Too bad it wasn’t really a real date huh? You were just trying to get close to me. All that stuff about skeletons in my closet, you just wanted to know what I knew.”
“I’m kind of an idiot, “ Jared added.
“At first maybe it was like that, but I meant it you know, I do like you Jared. A lot.”
“But not enough to compromise your mission. I’ve seen enough spy movies to know that dating never really ends well with your kind,” he rubbed his sweaty palms on the knees of his jeans, “You know with death being an occupational hazard and all.”
“Jared, it’s not like that-“
“You don’t need to explain Jensen. My delicate feelings aren’t hurt or anything. If anything I got to go on a date with a fun, intense, really, really ridiculously hot guy. Not complaining over here at all.”
Jared looked over just in time to watch Jensen duck his head. For a spy, he sure blushed a lot. He looked up and their eyes locked, that feeling bloomed in his chest again, warm and awesome through out his body.
“Jared,“ Jensen started, mouth open like he wanted to say something, but stopping like he couldn’t get the words out.
Before he knew what was happening Jensen was pulling him in by the collar of his T-shirt, fisting the fabric and kissing him.
Jensen. Was. Kissing. Him!
His brain finally caught up with the program and Jared tugged him closer, wrapping an arm around Jensen’s back. Tentatively he licked into Jensen’s mouth, lush lips opening and tongue curling around Jared’s. It was messy and sloppy and far from perfect, but still the best kiss Jared had ever had, or probably ever would have for that matter.
Looks like he might just be getting laid after all!
Jensen swung his leg over Jared’s lap, straddling his thighs, and rubbing his ass deliciously against Jared’s suddenly aching cock. Calloused hands cupped his cheeks and Jensen took the kiss deeper, slower, licking at his palette.
Jesus this was just like his dream. Only you know, about infinity times better.
He helped Jensen shrug his jacket and shirt off, pulling back to press lingering kisses to those sinfully full lips of his. He didn’t want to stop kissing, but God did he ever want to play with the gorgeous skin all bared for him.
To touch and kiss, and lick, and taste. Everything.
But apparently Jensen was calling the shots here. He bit softly into Jared’s lip, tugging it lightly between his teeth. Practically ripping the cheap cotton shirt off Jared’s back, he pushed him back on the bed.
“Been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you,” Jensen growled, running his hands down Jared’s chest, “You’re the hottest geek I’ve ever seen, that’s for damn sure.”
He rolled his hips down perfectly against Jared’s, the press of Jensen’s hard-on only making Jared’s cock throb harder in his jeans.
“More- more of a nerd really,” Jared choked out.
Talented fingers trailed down Jared’s abs, making his muscles jump under the touch. It was kind of ticklish, but if he laughed right now, he would look like an idiot so Jared just bit his lip instead.
Jensen’s fingers traced the lines of his hips, skirted along the push of Jared’s zipper. His thumb circled the button. Fuck, Jensen needed to touch him right the fuck five minutes ago, Jared’s pretty sure he more than earned it already.
“Jensen… Jensen, please,” he pleaded, staring up at him, eyes dark. He reached out and cupped Jensen’s hips, brushing across the bone with soft circles of his thumb. He liked the way Jensen shuddered above him. Really, really liked it.
Possibly more than he liked watching old Star Trek re-runs.
Jensen sat back up, fumbling to undo his own pants. Jared was surprised how fast he managed to get them off, but more surprised that he’d been apparently going commando all night. Jensen’s dick curled up towards his stomach, long and thick, the fat head pearling with pre-come that Jared wanted to lick away.
Jensen fisted his cock, tugging on it lazily and looking at Jared in the eye, “Take off your pants.”
Can Jared say that he also really liked how Jensen was taking charge like this?
Because he did, very much a lot.
Scrambling to undo his belt buckle and zipper, Jared lifted his ass and shimmied awkwardly out of his pants. It was probably not sexy in the slightest, but mostly affective, not including the few brief seconds his boxers got caught around his ankles.
“God, your cock…” Jensen moaned, crawling back over to sit on his lap again. He sealed their mouths together, tongue fucking into his mouth. Jared’s whole body jerked up when Jensen’s hand curled around the base of his erection, jacking his fist slowly up and twisting back down fast.
“Want it in me Jared, gonna fuck myself on it good and hard,” Jensen breathed, licking around the shell of Jared’s ear and making Jared’s toes curl in the comforter.
“Lube.” Jensen rasped, voice like a command. Like before amongst all that chaos.
Fumbling in the bedside table Jared grabbed the bottle of KY and a foil packet of condoms. The expiry date was probably catching up to those bad boys, that’s how long he’d gone without getting any.
“Get your fingers wet, slick em’ up real good.”
Jared did what he was told, slicking up three of his fingers to the knuckle.
Jensen grabbed hold of his wrist, pushing Jared’s hand between his thighs, “Gimme two,” he breathed, rocking his cock against the flat of Jared’s stomach.
He circled his fingers teasingly around Jensen’s hole before pushing in all at once, tight little ring of muscle giving way against his fingers. Jensen hummed appreciatively, pushing his ass down against Jared’s hand. He scissored his fingers, stretching him open good.
“Another.”
Jared obliged, pushing a third digit inside, fucking him hard with his fingers. Jensen teared into one of the condoms, rolling it over Jared’s cock.
Jared had to give himself props for not shooting his load before any actual fucking even started. It had been a really long time.
Before Jared really knew what was happening, Jensen was knocking his hand away, sinking down nice and slow, replacing Jared’s fingers with his cock. It always seemed like Jensen was a step ahead. Jared liked it that way, liked that he was kept guessing.
Jensen felt amazing around him, tight and hot and made for him. Jared slid his hands down, down to cup the round globes of his ass and hold on, fingers finding where they were joined and making him moan. Soon Jensen was fucking him hard, riding him at a brutal pace with wild bucks of his hips.
Jared just stared, watching the pleasure written all over Jensen’s face, the flush on his cheeks, and the sweat dampening his hair. Jensen’s eyes were closed, bottom lip turning white from where his teeth bit into it. He was the most erotic thing Jared had ever seen.
Including gay porn induced computer viruses.
“Jared, oh, oh God-“ Jensen moaned, reaching down to furiously jack his cock.
Jared thrust up, using the give of the bed to bounce up in time with Jensen’s pace, to press up against that spot that made Jensen’s spine arch beautifully as he came, hot splashes of come coating Jared’s stomach.
The tight flutter of Jensen around him milked Jared’s own orgasm out of him, coming hard into the rubber with a long drawn out moan.
Jensen rested his hands flat against Jared’s chest, heaving to catch his breath as he came down.
“Wow,” Jared smiled dopily, a few minutes after his brain regained function beyond, Jensen, hot, fuck, now.
“Yeah,” Jensen answered, rolling off Jared and sitting up. He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit Jared was quickly becoming acquainted with as Jensen’s nervous habit.
“I should go, this wasn’t, I mean, I don’t normally -”
“Jensen.” Jared said being the demanding one for once, cutting off Jensen’s self-destructive case of the worries, “Stay. “
Reaching down on the floor, he picked up his t-shirt and wiped the mess off his stomach. He tied off the condom and tossed it into the garbage can.
“Just, sleep. I think we both kind of need it.”
Jared could tell the exact moment Jensen gave in, the tense line of his shoulders relaxed and he smiled, eyelids drooping sleepily.
“Yeah, yeah okay.”
Smiling to himself, Jared pulled back the covers, sliding between the sheets. With Jensen’s warm body beside him and the early morning light peeking through the blinds, Jared was asleep as soon as his head hit the orthopedic pillow.
That? Was the most incredible night of his life. Even better than the time he and Chad thought they saw George Lucas at a Kinko’s.
---
Later, Jared couldn’t say he was all that surprised to wake up alone. The comforter was tucked in neatly on the other side of the bed, untouched, no evidence Jensen had ever been there.
Jared supposed that’s what secret agents did. Loved em’ and leaved em’, humped em’ and dumped em’, that sort of thing. It’s not like spies could have a real relationship right? Mr. and Mrs. Smith was just a shitty movie after all, and in real life, Brangelina probably wouldn’t have gotten the quasi-happy ending.
Quietly swallowing down the disappointment, he swung his legs out of bed and padded down the hallway towards the bathroom. He didn’t yawn, didn’t scratch his stomach, just continued on autopilot, turning on the hot water and stepping under the spray.
Did any of that happen?
Logically, the chances of a reality involving Jared, CIA agents with porn star good looks, car chases, gunfights, defusing bombs, and fantastic sex at the end of it all, was far less likely than Jared dreaming it all up.
He got dressed. Clean white short-sleeved shirt, black khakis, grey tie, name tag.
Skipping the coffee and the pop-tart, Jared grabbed his keys off the hook by the front door and jogged out to the street.
“Hey Jared,” rasped that voice that twisted him up in knots.
Jensen leaned back against Jared’s car parked against the curb, his ankles crossed, Starbucks cup dangling from his fingers. He looked amazing, rumpled and soft around the edges. He was wearing yesterday’s clothes, butt of his gun peeking over the waistband of his jeans.
Smiling brightly, Jared was decidedly very much happy the whole thing wasn’t a dream.
“So you’re not just a figment of my imagination then, are you? Because I’m still not quite convinced last night actually happened,” he said walking towards Jensen and leaning beside him against the car door.
Jensen handed him a cup of coffee, “Yeah sure explosives and crazy government plots I can believe, but me having sex with you? Not sure that’s in the realm of possibilities. At all.”
He took a sip of the coffee, somehow Jensen managed to get it perfect. Maybe the CIA had a file on how he liked his coffee? Anything was fair game now.
“Not a figment of your imagination,” Jensen said around a small smile.
“Good because that would make it really hard to do this.”
And then he leaned over, kissing the bitter taste of coffee from Jensen’s lips.
He pulled back with a smile, still finding it funny that someone as badass as Jensen could blush the way he did.
“You’re a geek.”
“Nerd,” Jared corrected, pointing to his nametag, “actually I’m the manager of the Nerd Herd, so that makes me like King Nerd and-“
Jensen leaned over this time, shutting him up with a kiss.
“That’s not something to be proud of.”
“Oh, but it is.”
Jensen pulled away rolling his eyes. He reached into his jeans and tossed Jared the keys to his car, saying as he opened the door and got in the passenger side, “I had your car fixed. Figured the BuyMore wouldn’t want the King of the Nerds driving around in a heap of metal.”
“How kind of you.” Jared teased, moving around to get in the drivers side.
---
Like any other day he walked through the automatic doors of the BuyMore. (When you buy more. You get more.) Only this time, he walked in with a smile on his face, a bounce in his step, and Jensen by his side.
“Dude,” Chad practically latched onto him as soon as his foot hit the linoleum floor. “The date hasn’t ended yet? Niiiiiiiice.”
His fist was held out, Jared knew he wouldn’t give up until it was bumped. So he threw his friend a bone.
“Chad. Go sell things.”
“Alright Jay-man,” he winked, leaning over to whisper to him, “You’re totally gonna get some work nookie aren’t you?”
Jared covered his face with his hand and pushed him away.
“You’re my hero man!” he heard Chad shout in the distance as he led Jensen towards the Nerd Herd.
“So, where’s Agent Morgan?” he asked, wondering what happened to that psychopath. Maybe he had taken a shining to that scary mofo. Not that he’d say it out loud or anything.
He disappeared behind the desk, Jensen leaning on the opposite side, leaning over.
“He’s around.”
“Just around? That’s ominous. He’s not going to jump out and point a gun at my head when I’m at the urinal or anything is he?”
“You want me to point a gun at your head in the crapper? S’not my style, but for you I think I can make an exception.” Said a gruff, not amused in the slightest, voice from behind him.
Jared didn’t jump. Or scream. Or anything.
Jensen wasn’t laughing at him.
“What’s- what’s he doing here?” he squeaked.
“Didn’t ya hear? That help wanted sign just got taken out of the window, unfortunately for you,” he added under his breath, “and me.”
Jared swallowed and looked at Jensen expectantly. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be in a constant state of fear at work.
“You’re still our asset Jared,” Jensen said quietly so no one else but the three of them could hear. “As long as you’ve got our secrets in your head, we’ll be around. I’ll be around.”
Jensen locked his eyes with Jared’s, something in them maybe saying something more. Like he’d be around even if it wasn’t his job to do so. He’d still be around.
Jared smiled warmly.
“God, I can’t watch this,” Morgan complained, shuffling away to stand menacingly near the computer sales center. Somehow, Jared didn’t think he’d be making many sales.
“So, how exactly do you fix a computer?” Jensen asked flirtatiously.
“Well that depends,” Jared started with a smile just for Jensen, about to go off on a spiel on operating systems and external hard drives, until he looked up catching sight of a new customer walking through the automatic doors.
His vision blanked out, surge of information lighting up behind his eyelids.
Here we go again.
Just another day at the BuyMore.
[end.]
... or is it?
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[01.]Don't Stop Believin' - Journey.
[02.]Goodnight and Go - Imogen Heap.
[03.]Public Service Announcement - The Bravery.
[04.]Gone Daddy Gone - Gnarls Barkley.
[05.]Treadstone Assassins - John Powell.
[06.]Tick, Tick, Boom - The Hives.
[07.]Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' - Journey.
[08.]Heartbeat - Annie.
[09.]Peter Gunn - The Art of Noise.
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“Jared, where’s the keys?!” Jensen growled, stopping Jared and practically frisking him for his car keys.
Normally Jared would have thought this was hot, but Jensen was being a little bit too rough for his tastes.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where’s the fire?” He most definitely did not think ‘In my pants’.
Jensen didn’t look amused. Just harried and a little pissed off, “Keys. Now!”
“Okay, okay, here!” He reached into his jacket pocket and tossed them to him.
Jensen walked around the hood of the car in a few quick strides, opening the door and getting in the driver’s seat.
“I don’t think you should be driving- I mean, it’s a company car and technically only I’m allowed to-“
“Get in the car NOW Jared!” He sounded a little scary. Jeeze, when Jensen wanted sex you didn’t waste any time did you?
A black SUV swerved around the corner, tires squealing menacingly, heading straight for them. And. Not. Stopping.
“Jesus Christ!”
Jared opened the door quickly, barely planting his ass on the seat before Jensen was backing away from the curb, flooring the gas. Dumbfounded, Jared stuck his head out the window, checking to see if that scary black SUV was following.
He was in for a pleasant surprise when a bullet only just missed his head and cracked through the side view mirror.
“Holy fuck! Jensen- What? What the hell is going on?”
Jensen didn’t answer, just yanked his head back in the car.
Jared could smell burning rubber as Jensen maneuvered through traffic in reverse. The angry blare of horns blasting through the air as Jensen sped through a red light, narrowly missing a gleaming black Porsche.
“Oh my God I’m gonna die.” Jared said in a small, terrified voice. Manhood be damned.
He was hyperventilating. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All Jared knew was that he was going to die at the hands of the stunningly attractive man in the driver’s seat. Or maybe perhaps from the scary guy firing at them with the big fun sized gun in the SUV.
“What does this guy want? Jensen, come on I’m kind of freaking out here.”
Jensen swerved a hard left, coming this close to hitting a fire hydrant. Jared gripped the edges of the seat like his life depended on it. And it probably did. Heading the car towards a parking structure, Jensen zoomed past the tollbooth, the attendant shouting in their wake.
Jared poked his head out the window again, (“Sorry!” he shouted.) only to be yanked back in hard by the collar of his shirt.
“Do you have a death wish Padalecki? Keep your damn head in the fucking car!”
Jensen snapped, driving to the upper level and swerving to a stop that turned Jared’s stomach. “Listen to me Jared, “ Jensen unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his arm, “those men are dangerous, they’re from the NSA and they’re after you.”
Jared blinked.
“Are you listening to me?!” Urgency arose in Jensen’s tone, brows knitted together seriously. Fuck, even now the guy was gorgeous.
“They will kill you Jared!” Jensen shook his arm, “Do you understand?”
It was like everything was finally catching up to him after passively being caught up in a whirlwind, “That- That guy at the club? That passed out, you killed him didn’t you!?”
“I knocked him unconscious, but that’s not the point here!”
“And what- what do you mean they’re after me? Why? I’m- I work at a freakin’ BuyMore fixing broken iPods! And I don’t even know if I want that job and- Oh God, Oh God… Jensen...”
The Black SUV slowed to a stop on the other side of the parking lot, it’s headlights shining a bright light through the rear window. Jensen turned his gaze to the rearview and cursed under his breath. A brief moment of panic shone through those green, green eyes of his before they flashed dark and determined.
“Grab on to something,” was the only warning Jared got before the car was racing backwards, straight into the front grill of the SUV.
The force of the impact almost jolted them through the windshield. Thank God for airbags huh?
The car smoked, overheated and crushed in like a tin can from the back, but somehow Jensen managed to pull them out of the heap quickly. Like back at the club he yanked Jared across the parking lot, pulling at his awkward limbs and cursing whenever Jared tripped over his sneakers.
Jensen pulled out his cell phone as he kicked open the metal door that lead to the roof of the parkade, “Request emergency air-evac. We’re on foot. Track Location.”
He hung up and shoved his phone into the pocket of those sinful jeans, lifting the back of his shirt and pulling out a gun of his own.
“Did- did you have that on you all night?” Jared swallowed nervously. Very, very afraid of where the course of events had turned and where they were going to go.
“Come on Jared!”
Tripping over the last stair, Jared stumbled out of the stairwell, out into the cool night air on the roof of the building.
Great, now he was trapped on a roof with a dangerously sexy man, the gun in his pants that’s really not a euphemism for anything fun, and some psychos from the government who could wake up any minute and join the party.
Greaaaaat.
“How do you know Tom Welling!”
“What? Tom- how- what does he have to do with this?” Jared fumbled.
“Answer the question!”
“We, we were college room-mates,” he offered, “How do you know Tom Welling?”
“We work together at the CIA.” Jensen said simply, eyes scanning the roof.
“You’re, he’s, you guys-“
“Yes,” Jensen said pointedly, a little bit exhausted with the conversation and the explaining, Jared guessed.
“You and Tom, you’re- You guys are spies?!”
“I am. Tom’s gone rogue. Jared, listen. This is important,” he came closer, expression hardened, “Did Tom try to contact you at all?”
“No, I haven’t heard from him in years, not since-“ then he remembered, “The email! He, he sent me an email the other day!”
Jensen looked at him. His eyebrows arched expectantly, waiting for an answer, “Well, did you open it?!”
“Yeah, yeah it was this line from an old video game we used to play, and then, then there were these, “ he paused not really knowing how to describe what he had seen, ”these pictures I think? Thousands of them. Maybe millions. I don’t know.”
“You saw them?!”
Jensen ran a hand through his hair, staying calm for Jared. Who was, well, freaking out was an understatement.
“Should I not have seen them? Jensen? Tell me something man, I wanna know before I get hauled off somewhere and shot in the back of the head you know? Some people wouldn’t want to know that, but me, I think I’d much rather die with some dignity and-”
A hand covered his mouth, “Jared. Shut up. Listen to me, I’m going to have to point my gun at you and you need to not freak out okay?”
Despite everything, there was something trusting behind those eyes. And whatever, maybe he was crazy but this was the most exciting thing to ever happen in his crappy little life, so Jared nodded.
“Ackles,” a gruff voice came from over Jared’s shoulder.
Jensen backed away from Jared, turning towards the scary bearded guy in a suit with a scowl.
“Let’s cut the crap shall we?” said whom Jared’s inner monologue was referring to as ‘The Bad Guy’.
“It’s been a really long day,” Bad Guy continued, cricking his neck, “and some asshole just rear-ended me. All and all, I’m not in the sunshiniest of moods, so if you wouldn’t mind,”
Bad Guy pulled out his gun aiming it at Jensen’s head, “I’m taking stretch over there,” the guy motioned towards him with the barrel of his gun, “He belongs to the NSA.”
“CIA gets him first!” Jensen barked, turning his gun on Jared.
Oh God, he was freaking out. He really, really was.
“Jensen… I’m freaking out...” He said behind gritted teeth, holding his hands up in the air lamely.
Jensen ignored him, angry eyes still on The Bad Guy, “Come any closer and I’ll shoot!”
“Now I’m really freaking out!”
“Jared, shut up!”
“Shutting up now. Pleasedon’tshootme.”
All Jared could do now was watch the scene in front of him, defenseless and terrified. Praying to God and Allah, and freakin’ whatever crazy god Tom Cruise prayed to, not to die tonight.
Bad Guy laughed, “You shoot him, I shoot you, whatever. Saves me the trouble of hauling his ass in. That and the paper work would be significantly less. Ain’t that funny?”
“I mean it Morgan, I will shoot him right now, and you will know nothing!”
“Oh, so you managed to get him to talk did you? Damn, see I just can’t pull off that seductively gay thing you do. “
“It’s the beard, “ Jensen smirked smugly, “That and that extra tire around the middle you’re carrying around. And maybe it’s the ‘old’ thing.”
Bad Guy - Morgan - laughed bitterly, pulling back the hammer on his gun, “Spare the monologue rookie. It ain’t gonna work.”
Jared’s heart beat wildly in his chest, the idea that this Morgan guy was this close to shooting Jensen was not something he was okay with.
“Wait! Wait, wait, wait,” he shouted, holding his arms out wide. Jensen and Morgan’s head’s turned to look at him expectantly. Isn’t it funny how verbal diarrhea doesn’t happen when you need it to?
He looked out over the edge of the building, out into the skyline of the city, at the tall skyscrapers surrounding them. Freezing suddenly, his eyes went wide, a rapid flash of pictures flipping across his eyelids: News Reports, schematics of the Regency Hyatt hotel, passport of a flagged Serbian terrorist, Director Singer, a bomb going off, apple pie.
Jared blinked, the world coming back into focus. He so would never get used to that.
“They’re gonna kill him,” he said breathlessly.
“Jared, who’re they going to kill?” asked Jensen patiently.
Morgan just pointed his gun at him.
“The Director guy, Singer! Director Singer, of uh, uh, the Security Council! He’s giving an address in the conference room at the Regency about something…” he trailed off trying to remember.
“How the hell do you know this boy? Speak or you lose a kneecap.”
Jared somehow did not think Morgan was bluffing.
“I don’t know! I just, I’m remembering things that I shouldn’t even know. I don’t know why but I do and it’s really starting to freak me out.”
Suddenly Jensen was in front of him, gun tucked away, and staring at him earnestly, “Tell me what you mean Jared.”
“Like, like, you guys,” he looked over at Morgan, “You guys intercepted a file full of blueprints of the hotel, and and, the CIA? Well, they found drawings of a bomb from a Serbian terrorist group. A bomb that’s in that hotel. How do I know this Jensen? What’s wrong with me?”
“Jared, Jared, look at me.”
Jensen grabbed Jared’s chin, turning his head to face him, “Those pictures in that email, they were encoded with NSA and CIA secrets. Secrets you now know.”
“Great,” Morgan grumbled in the background, “a certifiable idiot knows all the government’s secrets. That’s just great.”
“Jared, all our secrets are in your brain. You’re - you’re the computer.”
“Computer? What- what does that mean?”
“It means you’re gonna tell us if we’ve got time to stop that bomb or not. And I’m not askin’ nicely.”
Jared swallowed.
“I don’t, I can’t help you. I’m sorry. Call Tom, he’s the agent, I’m just- just the manager of a Nerd Herd! Okay? That’s all.”
“Tom’s dead!” shouted Jensen, anger in his eyes, “He died sending our secrets to you!”
A rush of sadness came over him. Sure, he hadn’t seen Tom in years, sure he’d only ever had irrational hate for him ever since he dropped off the map. His supposed best friend, gone without any reason at all. But Jared figured it made sense now, since Tom was a secret agent and all.
Key word being was.
But he could have sent him a Christmas card every once in a while, you know? Jared was pretty sure the CIA were allowed to send Christmas cards. And if they weren’t?
Well that was just pure evil.
“He’s dead?” Jared said softly, almost disbelieving.
“Alright, I’ve had enough,” Morgan fired his gun in the air, the crack of it making Jared jump.
“We can all cry and hug it out after we deal with this,” Morgan said smiling sadistically, “Now come on you girls, we’ve got a bomb to stop.”
---
Next thing Jared knew the three of them were running across the Regency Hyatt lobby, and maybe Jared almost tripped over an old lady and her luggage, but that wasn’t really important.
Scrambling to the conference room doors, Jared swung them open, Morgan and Jensen bursting ahead, guns raised. The weird thing was, no one really seemed to notice. Everyone was seated at their tables, drinking their expensive Merlots, and listening intently to what Director Singer was talking about at his official looking podium.
Could have been what happened on Lost last night for all Jared cared.
“Where is it?” hissed Jensen coming back to his side and tugging on his arm.
“I don’t know, I-“ Jared hesitated, looking around the banquet hall. He didn’t know what he was looking for, because he doubted anything would jump out and dance around singing ‘I’m a bomb, I’m a bomb, lookit meeeee!’
A lone silver, serving dish sat covered at the front of the hall, oddly out of place with the rest of the food. Honestly Jared had no idea if it was the bomb or not, but it seemed like a good place to start.
“There!” he pointed, “It’s there.”
Jensen pulled on one arm, Morgan the other, both of them manhandling him to the front of the crowded hall.
Without hesitation Jensen lifted the lid off the tray, and yup, there, sticks of C4, tell tale blinking red countdown clock included, was the bomb.
Well, what were the chances of that?
“Oh God.”
Morgan pushed him aside and crept in front of the bomb, “No time to evacuate, any ideas?”
“Disconnect the laptop.” Jensen offered.
“If we do that, there’s no telling whether it’ll set these babies off or not.”
“Fuck,” Jensen stood back up, looking at Jared expectantly, “Jared. Do you remember anything about how to stop it?”
Like, he hadn’t tried that already, seriously. “Uh, yeah not getting anything here, can’t exactly turn it on and off you know?”
“Jared, we are all going to die here. Do you understand?”
“Uh, yeah, I think I kind of get the mechanics of a bomb. You know, explosion, fiery painful death, dismembered limbs. Believe me, not really in my top ten ways to die.”
“Jared!”
“Right, uh, let me see,” pushing Morgan out of the way, he knelt down in front of the bomb. Glancing at the heavy duty laptop wired to the explosives, Jared noticed that it was the same Prism Express model the store carried.
The virus! Of course!
God, he was never more grateful for his shitty job at the BuyMore than he was at this very moment in time. Actually it was probably the only time he was grateful for his shitty job at the BuyMore.
Panic started to erupt throughout the conference room, word of the situation having reached the banquet goers.
“That ain’t no X-Box kid, “ Morgan commented from his left.
“I know that, just, really give me some space!”
“Back off JD, “ Jensen warned, he looked down at Jared and nodded, “He knows what he’s doing.”
Knowing that he had Jensen’s trust, he took a deep breath. Ignoring the tick of their death clock, Jared reached out and touched the lap top keypad, “Oh God, Oh God. Okay, here we go.”
Typing in the DOS override, Jared accessed the Internet through the hotel’s wireless system. His fingers deftly sweeping over the keyboard, he typed his search terms in to Google.
“Porn? You’re looking for porn?!” Morgan exclaimed.
Smiling a little nervously, he looked over at him, “Gay porn to be more exact.”
Pressing the enter button over the link that popped up, Larry Hardwood’s grunts reverberated through the room. Jared cringed and closed his eyes as the timer reached the end of its countdown.
3… 2… 1…
The laptop sparked, screen going blank.
Everything stopped. Room suddenly quiet.
Was he dead?
Peeking an eye open, he spotted Jensen smiling at him proudly. Not dead then.
“Christ kid, any closer and we woulda been smeared all over the walls.” Agent Morgan grumbled standing up and straightening his suit jacket. Jared figured it was as close to a thank-you as he was ever going to get out of that man.
“You did good Jared,” Jensen said, smiling that same smile, eye crinkles that made Jared’s stomach flop and flip.
Or that could have been a bout of nausea, he really wasn’t sure.
---
Jensen and Morgan dropped Jared off back at his place sometime near dawn, after that whole mess at the Regency was taken care of. Jared didn’t really remember it all. At some point he passed out. But really, he just saved himself and Jensen, and a whole buttload of people from being incinerated.
Passing out was completely justified.
Closing and locking the door safely behind him, he sagged back against it, running his hands through his hair and tugging.
Did that night just happen? Was that for real?
“Dude!”
“Ahhh!” Jared jumped. But really, could you blame him with the sort of night he just had? Swiveling around he came face to face with his intruder, or you know, in lamens terms, Chad. “Don’t do that man!”
“Dude, all night!” chirped Chad again ignoring him, punching him on the shoulder, “You sly, sly dog!”
Jared rolled his eyes. Now was not the time for Chad. Rarely was it ever the time for Chad. Unbuttoning his over shirt and kicking off his shoes, he made his way towards the kitchen desperately in need of a drink.
Chad followed on his heels like an eager puppy.
“Come on, details man! Was he good in the sack or what?”
Reaching into the fridge he pulled out the jug of SunnyD and drank straight from the bottle in long gulps. Jared wiped his mouth.
“You know, I’m really creeped out by how much you want to hear about all the gay sex I have.”
“So you did have gay sex last night!” Chad said, knowing look on his face, “My man!”
“Chad, I didn’t have any sort of sex last night, honestly I-“ Jared didn’t really even know how to explain last night.
“Right, you don’t buttfuck and tell. You are one classy dude.” Chad said with a grin, reaching into a cupboard and pulling out the box of pop-tarts.
“Chad?”
“Yeah Jay-bird?”
“Go home.”
“Okay,” he stole a pop-tart, and with a wink and a two-fingered salute, Chad was gone.
Shaking his head, he padded down the hallway just wanting to sleep this ridiculous night away. Forget it ever happened. Forget he ever met Jensen.
Fully prepared to face plant into his nice soft bed, boy was he in for a surprise.
“Jared,”
“Jesus Christ! Jensen, how did you get in here? You know what? Never mind. Stupid question.”
Jared took off his dress shirt, moving to the closet to hang it up with the others, squeezing it in between his collection of short-sleeved dork shirts and ties. The whole time he could feel Jensen’s eyes on his back.
“Jared, we need to talk.” Jensen said from behind him.
“I thought the point of driving me home, was to leave me alone.”
“You know I can’t do that,” Jensen said, closer this time.
Jared turned around and faced him. He was still so breathtaking, the early light streaming through the blinds and making his skin glow.
“Because you actually genuinely like me or the other thing?”
“Maybe both.” Jensen said quietly.
“I’d really like it if you would stop saying things like that, when clearly you don’t mean them. Can I sleep now? Or is the CIA against that?”
“Jared…”
“Jensen.” He offered, staring at him.
Jensen sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “We need you Jared, me and Morgan. You’ve got our secrets in that head of yours, but besides that, you really proved yourself today. Your country needs you.”
Jared snorted, “Did you really just say that?”
And yeah, he was a little proud of himself when that got a smile out of Jensen.
“Yeah, that was really lame.”
“Beyond lame.”
Rolling his eyes Jensen sat back down on the edge of Jared’s bed. Funny how Jensen in his bed didn’t happen the way Jared thought it would.
“You know,” Jared moved to sit down beside him, their knees touching, “Car chases, and gun fights, and bomb threats, and crazy government computers inside my head aside, this was probably the best date I’ve had in- in a really long time.”
Jensen turned his head and smiled the shy little smile, the one Jared thinks might just be real, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Jared agreed, “Too bad it wasn’t really a real date huh? You were just trying to get close to me. All that stuff about skeletons in my closet, you just wanted to know what I knew.”
“I’m kind of an idiot, “ Jared added.
“At first maybe it was like that, but I meant it you know, I do like you Jared. A lot.”
“But not enough to compromise your mission. I’ve seen enough spy movies to know that dating never really ends well with your kind,” he rubbed his sweaty palms on the knees of his jeans, “You know with death being an occupational hazard and all.”
“Jared, it’s not like that-“
“You don’t need to explain Jensen. My delicate feelings aren’t hurt or anything. If anything I got to go on a date with a fun, intense, really, really ridiculously hot guy. Not complaining over here at all.”
Jared looked over just in time to watch Jensen duck his head. For a spy, he sure blushed a lot. He looked up and their eyes locked, that feeling bloomed in his chest again, warm and awesome through out his body.
“Jared,“ Jensen started, mouth open like he wanted to say something, but stopping like he couldn’t get the words out.
Before he knew what was happening Jensen was pulling him in by the collar of his T-shirt, fisting the fabric and kissing him.
Jensen. Was. Kissing. Him!
His brain finally caught up with the program and Jared tugged him closer, wrapping an arm around Jensen’s back. Tentatively he licked into Jensen’s mouth, lush lips opening and tongue curling around Jared’s. It was messy and sloppy and far from perfect, but still the best kiss Jared had ever had, or probably ever would have for that matter.
Looks like he might just be getting laid after all!
Jensen swung his leg over Jared’s lap, straddling his thighs, and rubbing his ass deliciously against Jared’s suddenly aching cock. Calloused hands cupped his cheeks and Jensen took the kiss deeper, slower, licking at his palette.
Jesus this was just like his dream. Only you know, about infinity times better.
He helped Jensen shrug his jacket and shirt off, pulling back to press lingering kisses to those sinfully full lips of his. He didn’t want to stop kissing, but God did he ever want to play with the gorgeous skin all bared for him.
To touch and kiss, and lick, and taste. Everything.
But apparently Jensen was calling the shots here. He bit softly into Jared’s lip, tugging it lightly between his teeth. Practically ripping the cheap cotton shirt off Jared’s back, he pushed him back on the bed.
“Been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you,” Jensen growled, running his hands down Jared’s chest, “You’re the hottest geek I’ve ever seen, that’s for damn sure.”
He rolled his hips down perfectly against Jared’s, the press of Jensen’s hard-on only making Jared’s cock throb harder in his jeans.
“More- more of a nerd really,” Jared choked out.
Talented fingers trailed down Jared’s abs, making his muscles jump under the touch. It was kind of ticklish, but if he laughed right now, he would look like an idiot so Jared just bit his lip instead.
Jensen’s fingers traced the lines of his hips, skirted along the push of Jared’s zipper. His thumb circled the button. Fuck, Jensen needed to touch him right the fuck five minutes ago, Jared’s pretty sure he more than earned it already.
“Jensen… Jensen, please,” he pleaded, staring up at him, eyes dark. He reached out and cupped Jensen’s hips, brushing across the bone with soft circles of his thumb. He liked the way Jensen shuddered above him. Really, really liked it.
Possibly more than he liked watching old Star Trek re-runs.
Jensen sat back up, fumbling to undo his own pants. Jared was surprised how fast he managed to get them off, but more surprised that he’d been apparently going commando all night. Jensen’s dick curled up towards his stomach, long and thick, the fat head pearling with pre-come that Jared wanted to lick away.
Jensen fisted his cock, tugging on it lazily and looking at Jared in the eye, “Take off your pants.”
Can Jared say that he also really liked how Jensen was taking charge like this?
Because he did, very much a lot.
Scrambling to undo his belt buckle and zipper, Jared lifted his ass and shimmied awkwardly out of his pants. It was probably not sexy in the slightest, but mostly affective, not including the few brief seconds his boxers got caught around his ankles.
“God, your cock…” Jensen moaned, crawling back over to sit on his lap again. He sealed their mouths together, tongue fucking into his mouth. Jared’s whole body jerked up when Jensen’s hand curled around the base of his erection, jacking his fist slowly up and twisting back down fast.
“Want it in me Jared, gonna fuck myself on it good and hard,” Jensen breathed, licking around the shell of Jared’s ear and making Jared’s toes curl in the comforter.
“Lube.” Jensen rasped, voice like a command. Like before amongst all that chaos.
Fumbling in the bedside table Jared grabbed the bottle of KY and a foil packet of condoms. The expiry date was probably catching up to those bad boys, that’s how long he’d gone without getting any.
“Get your fingers wet, slick em’ up real good.”
Jared did what he was told, slicking up three of his fingers to the knuckle.
Jensen grabbed hold of his wrist, pushing Jared’s hand between his thighs, “Gimme two,” he breathed, rocking his cock against the flat of Jared’s stomach.
He circled his fingers teasingly around Jensen’s hole before pushing in all at once, tight little ring of muscle giving way against his fingers. Jensen hummed appreciatively, pushing his ass down against Jared’s hand. He scissored his fingers, stretching him open good.
“Another.”
Jared obliged, pushing a third digit inside, fucking him hard with his fingers. Jensen teared into one of the condoms, rolling it over Jared’s cock.
Jared had to give himself props for not shooting his load before any actual fucking even started. It had been a really long time.
Before Jared really knew what was happening, Jensen was knocking his hand away, sinking down nice and slow, replacing Jared’s fingers with his cock. It always seemed like Jensen was a step ahead. Jared liked it that way, liked that he was kept guessing.
Jensen felt amazing around him, tight and hot and made for him. Jared slid his hands down, down to cup the round globes of his ass and hold on, fingers finding where they were joined and making him moan. Soon Jensen was fucking him hard, riding him at a brutal pace with wild bucks of his hips.
Jared just stared, watching the pleasure written all over Jensen’s face, the flush on his cheeks, and the sweat dampening his hair. Jensen’s eyes were closed, bottom lip turning white from where his teeth bit into it. He was the most erotic thing Jared had ever seen.
Including gay porn induced computer viruses.
“Jared, oh, oh God-“ Jensen moaned, reaching down to furiously jack his cock.
Jared thrust up, using the give of the bed to bounce up in time with Jensen’s pace, to press up against that spot that made Jensen’s spine arch beautifully as he came, hot splashes of come coating Jared’s stomach.
The tight flutter of Jensen around him milked Jared’s own orgasm out of him, coming hard into the rubber with a long drawn out moan.
Jensen rested his hands flat against Jared’s chest, heaving to catch his breath as he came down.
“Wow,” Jared smiled dopily, a few minutes after his brain regained function beyond, Jensen, hot, fuck, now.
“Yeah,” Jensen answered, rolling off Jared and sitting up. He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit Jared was quickly becoming acquainted with as Jensen’s nervous habit.
“I should go, this wasn’t, I mean, I don’t normally -”
“Jensen.” Jared said being the demanding one for once, cutting off Jensen’s self-destructive case of the worries, “Stay. “
Reaching down on the floor, he picked up his t-shirt and wiped the mess off his stomach. He tied off the condom and tossed it into the garbage can.
“Just, sleep. I think we both kind of need it.”
Jared could tell the exact moment Jensen gave in, the tense line of his shoulders relaxed and he smiled, eyelids drooping sleepily.
“Yeah, yeah okay.”
Smiling to himself, Jared pulled back the covers, sliding between the sheets. With Jensen’s warm body beside him and the early morning light peeking through the blinds, Jared was asleep as soon as his head hit the orthopedic pillow.
That? Was the most incredible night of his life. Even better than the time he and Chad thought they saw George Lucas at a Kinko’s.
---
Later, Jared couldn’t say he was all that surprised to wake up alone. The comforter was tucked in neatly on the other side of the bed, untouched, no evidence Jensen had ever been there.
Jared supposed that’s what secret agents did. Loved em’ and leaved em’, humped em’ and dumped em’, that sort of thing. It’s not like spies could have a real relationship right? Mr. and Mrs. Smith was just a shitty movie after all, and in real life, Brangelina probably wouldn’t have gotten the quasi-happy ending.
Quietly swallowing down the disappointment, he swung his legs out of bed and padded down the hallway towards the bathroom. He didn’t yawn, didn’t scratch his stomach, just continued on autopilot, turning on the hot water and stepping under the spray.
Did any of that happen?
Logically, the chances of a reality involving Jared, CIA agents with porn star good looks, car chases, gunfights, defusing bombs, and fantastic sex at the end of it all, was far less likely than Jared dreaming it all up.
He got dressed. Clean white short-sleeved shirt, black khakis, grey tie, name tag.
Skipping the coffee and the pop-tart, Jared grabbed his keys off the hook by the front door and jogged out to the street.
“Hey Jared,” rasped that voice that twisted him up in knots.
Jensen leaned back against Jared’s car parked against the curb, his ankles crossed, Starbucks cup dangling from his fingers. He looked amazing, rumpled and soft around the edges. He was wearing yesterday’s clothes, butt of his gun peeking over the waistband of his jeans.
Smiling brightly, Jared was decidedly very much happy the whole thing wasn’t a dream.
“So you’re not just a figment of my imagination then, are you? Because I’m still not quite convinced last night actually happened,” he said walking towards Jensen and leaning beside him against the car door.
Jensen handed him a cup of coffee, “Yeah sure explosives and crazy government plots I can believe, but me having sex with you? Not sure that’s in the realm of possibilities. At all.”
He took a sip of the coffee, somehow Jensen managed to get it perfect. Maybe the CIA had a file on how he liked his coffee? Anything was fair game now.
“Not a figment of your imagination,” Jensen said around a small smile.
“Good because that would make it really hard to do this.”
And then he leaned over, kissing the bitter taste of coffee from Jensen’s lips.
He pulled back with a smile, still finding it funny that someone as badass as Jensen could blush the way he did.
“You’re a geek.”
“Nerd,” Jared corrected, pointing to his nametag, “actually I’m the manager of the Nerd Herd, so that makes me like King Nerd and-“
Jensen leaned over this time, shutting him up with a kiss.
“That’s not something to be proud of.”
“Oh, but it is.”
Jensen pulled away rolling his eyes. He reached into his jeans and tossed Jared the keys to his car, saying as he opened the door and got in the passenger side, “I had your car fixed. Figured the BuyMore wouldn’t want the King of the Nerds driving around in a heap of metal.”
“How kind of you.” Jared teased, moving around to get in the drivers side.
---
Like any other day he walked through the automatic doors of the BuyMore. (When you buy more. You get more.) Only this time, he walked in with a smile on his face, a bounce in his step, and Jensen by his side.
“Dude,” Chad practically latched onto him as soon as his foot hit the linoleum floor. “The date hasn’t ended yet? Niiiiiiiice.”
His fist was held out, Jared knew he wouldn’t give up until it was bumped. So he threw his friend a bone.
“Chad. Go sell things.”
“Alright Jay-man,” he winked, leaning over to whisper to him, “You’re totally gonna get some work nookie aren’t you?”
Jared covered his face with his hand and pushed him away.
“You’re my hero man!” he heard Chad shout in the distance as he led Jensen towards the Nerd Herd.
“So, where’s Agent Morgan?” he asked, wondering what happened to that psychopath. Maybe he had taken a shining to that scary mofo. Not that he’d say it out loud or anything.
He disappeared behind the desk, Jensen leaning on the opposite side, leaning over.
“He’s around.”
“Just around? That’s ominous. He’s not going to jump out and point a gun at my head when I’m at the urinal or anything is he?”
“You want me to point a gun at your head in the crapper? S’not my style, but for you I think I can make an exception.” Said a gruff, not amused in the slightest, voice from behind him.
Jared didn’t jump. Or scream. Or anything.
Jensen wasn’t laughing at him.
“What’s- what’s he doing here?” he squeaked.
“Didn’t ya hear? That help wanted sign just got taken out of the window, unfortunately for you,” he added under his breath, “and me.”
Jared swallowed and looked at Jensen expectantly. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be in a constant state of fear at work.
“You’re still our asset Jared,” Jensen said quietly so no one else but the three of them could hear. “As long as you’ve got our secrets in your head, we’ll be around. I’ll be around.”
Jensen locked his eyes with Jared’s, something in them maybe saying something more. Like he’d be around even if it wasn’t his job to do so. He’d still be around.
Jared smiled warmly.
“God, I can’t watch this,” Morgan complained, shuffling away to stand menacingly near the computer sales center. Somehow, Jared didn’t think he’d be making many sales.
“So, how exactly do you fix a computer?” Jensen asked flirtatiously.
“Well that depends,” Jared started with a smile just for Jensen, about to go off on a spiel on operating systems and external hard drives, until he looked up catching sight of a new customer walking through the automatic doors.
His vision blanked out, surge of information lighting up behind his eyelids.
Here we go again.
Just another day at the BuyMore.
[end.]
... or is it?
music that inspired this fic→
[01.]Don't Stop Believin' - Journey.
[02.]Goodnight and Go - Imogen Heap.
[03.]Public Service Announcement - The Bravery.
[04.]Gone Daddy Gone - Gnarls Barkley.
[05.]Treadstone Assassins - John Powell.
[06.]Tick, Tick, Boom - The Hives.
[07.]Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' - Journey.
[08.]Heartbeat - Annie.
[09.]Peter Gunn - The Art of Noise.
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