Nothing Compares 2 U 2/4

[janekrahe]

Title: Nothing Compares 2U

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Language, Homophobia

Summary: (J2 AU Jared is 22, Jensen in 26) Jared Padalecki works for a company that fulfills the deepest fantasies of its clients, and he’s begun a contract with a new one - Jensen Ackles. His job is to keep his distance while fulfilling Jensen’s deepest desires. But dreams are dangerous things, and when fake emotions give way to real ones, the lines between fantasy and reality begin to blur.

A/N: The idea for the Dreams Come True Company is from an episode of CSI. It wormed its way into my brain, gave birth to a plot bunny, and dumped it on my doorstep to nurture. :)  Special thanks to icelily01  for the early look and encouragement, and leylamannion  for saving my ppor commas from abuse. :)  Also, thanks to everyone who commented!  I tried to reply, but there were too many.  I appreciate your support.



Chapter 2: Jensen

Jensen thunked his head down on his desk for the third time in a row. What the hell was he thinking? His one-night thing with Jared had been fun (and beautiful and amazing and sexy, and ugh, he needed to stop thinking about this), but ordering him twice a month for the next year?

The money certainly wasn’t an issue. He knew his investments back to front, knew how much he could afford to spend a year, and Jared’s fees weren’t even close to making a dent in his bank account. But… it was like hiring a prostitute, only without the sex.

Then again…

Jensen’s cheeks burned with shame as he remembered the night before. How lustful he’d been, how unabashedly sinful he’d been. And Jared… the boy was wanton, sweetness and sex wrapped up in golden skin. And after that door had shut behind him, Jensen had ran to the phone and booked all of the kid’s appointments for the rest of the year, still in the post-orgasm haze, which he thought an adequate excuse for his actions.

When Jensen had first seen the ad in the local paper, he hadn’t thought much of it. He’d always been a lonely guy, but he’d always assumed that was how God wanted it. It was because of the damn news. Jensen had been watching the news one night, and they did a story on another state legalizing gay marriage. A couple came on screen, two young men, grinning and crying, talking about how much they loved each other, and how happy they were to finally be married. And then they’d hugged and kissed, and something inside Jensen clenched and tore, and in that moment he was so lonely that he felt he might die. The next morning, when he saw the ad for Dreams Come True in his morning paper, he’d called right away.

He’d been so nervous meeting with Misha Collins, DCT’s owner. But he was quiet, and understanding, and when Jensen had relayed what he wanted, head down, cheeks red, voice mumbling, Misha had only nodded. “I’ll send a specialist over tomorrow to help fill in the details.”

Sure enough, the next day had seen the arrival of Joanna Harvelle, a brisk and business-like woman who asked him a variety of embarrassing questions. “Sexuality?” was her first one.

“Oh, um…” Jensen had coughed and tugged at his collar.

Her voice flat, Jo had said, “Your fantasy won’t be fulfilling unless you’re completely honest with me.”

Jensen had nodded. “Gay. Gay, I’m… I’m gay.”

That little forced admission almost had him running for the hills, but when the interview ended with Jo telling him, a twinkle in her eye, “I think I have just the man for you,” it was way too tempting to pass up. So he’d made all the necessary preparations: he sent for the boy’s measurements and had a handsome suit made for him, he’d arranged for a gourmet dinner, had the Royce gassed up and waxed, called his driver in (Wesley normally only worked one day a week), and basically spent the next three weeks psyching himself up.

When the night came had Jensen paced his house, changing his mind over and over. But then the car had pulled up, and Jared had been there, and he’d been so perfect.

Which led to his current predicament.

He had another date to set up.

Jensen stared at the papers in front of him, forms that needed to be filled out so a “script” could be written. He thought for a moment, tongue between his teeth. Finally, picking up his pen, he began to write.

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Jensen glanced at his watch. Another minute or so, and Jared would be arriving. He thought he’d devised a perfect way for them to spend time together without the temptation that something like a hot tub presents. Finally, finally, Jensen heard the car pull up. He half-ran to the front door, stopping just short of it, mad at himself for acting like a puppy bounding to greet its master. He sighed, ran a hand through his short hair, and waited. The bell rang, and Jensen wrenched the door open, unable to keep the smile off his face.

Jared was there, this time in the designer jeans and snug, soft grey t-shirt that Jensen had sent him. Jared grinned, crooked and blinding, and said, “Hey, Handsome.”

Jensen forgot to breathe for a moment. “Um, hey,” he replied. He stepped back, holding the door open. “Come in.”

Jared stepped forward, seeming smaller and younger now that he wasn’t dressed in a thousand dollar suit. Jensen shut the door behind him, saying, “Follow me; I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?” Jared asked as he followed Jensen up the stairs.

“Just a surprise,” Jensen teased.

“Well, if it’s anything like that surprise dessert, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”

Jensen’s mouth went dry as a bolt of lust coursed through him. Oh, he’d enjoyed that “dessert” as well. A little too much. Clearing his throat, he said, “It’s nothing like that. Come on, right in here.” He pulled aside a curtain to reveal a door.

“A hidden door?” Jared asked. “And what would a guy who lives all by himself in the middle of nowhere have to hide?”

Jensen smiled slightly. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

Jared opened the door. “Holy shit!”

Jensen laughed. “You like it?”

“It’s amazing!” Jared ran forward, inspecting the plump armchairs, the old-fashioned popcorn maker, and the massive projection screen. “You have your own theater!” Turning back to Jensen, a brilliant smile lighting up his features, he said, “What are we going to watch?”

Jensen picked up a remote and pressed a few buttons. The lights lowered, and the projector started up. “You’ll see,” he said. He sat down on one of the armchairs and Jared took the one next to him. For a moment, Jensen wished he’d thought to have a couch placed in the room, so he could sit with Jared, feel his hot flesh pressed up against him. His hips shifted as the images filled his mind. Perhaps it was good they couldn’t sit together. He forced himself to pay attention to the movie. It was “Enter the Dragon”, because nothing is better than Bruce Lee on the big screen.

He actually managed to get into the movie, to get comfortable, to laugh with Jared at the cheesiness of it, and at the amazing mastery of Bruce Lee. About half an hour in, he felt eyes on him. Jensen turned and froze. Jared was staring at him, eyes heavy-lidded, desire etched into every line of his face. Jensen felt himself flush as Jared’s eyes swept over his body, his bottom lips caught between his teeth. “Jared?” Jensen’s voice was little more than a whisper, and he stopped speaking when Jared’s gaze met his.

Very deliberately, Jared slid to his knees, half-crawling to kneel in front of Jensen. Jensen watched with a mix of terror and longing as Jared’s hands slid up his thighs, his fingers leaving scorching trails on his skin. Jensen tried to breathe past the lump in his throat, and he so did not want to tear up like last time. It was just - that had been his first orgasm in months, and his first ever with another person. And he’d felt something heavy and hard and bright in his chest, and it had hurt. He’d buried his face in Jared’s neck so he wouldn’t see how close he was to crying.

But now it was different, still painful and bright, but he didn’t feel like crying now. In fact, he wasn’t sure what he wanted. He wanted to put his hands on the back of Jared’s head, but he wasn’t sure whether to push him away or draw him closer. The choice was made for him, however, when Jared’s hands popped the button on his pants. “Jared, what - ?”

Jared looked up at him through a fringe of brown hair. “I wanna taste you,” he said, voice breathy. “Please, you’re so…” He looked back down at Jensen’s lap. He licked his lips. “Please.”

Jensen took a deep, shuddering breath. He knew in theory what Jared was asking, but he’d never had it done before. “Okay,” he said before his brain could even process it.

Jared smiled up at him, then turned his attention to his zipper. Jensen was ashamed to realize his erection was pressing up against his pants, tenting up so obviously. So much for his Baptist restraint. The zipper was slid open, overly loud despite the film in the background. When Jared’s finger curled over the bulge in his boxer-briefs, Jensen’s hands gripped the arms of his chair. Long fingers wormed into the slit in the briefs, and Jensen had to bite his lip to keep from coming when hot, callused fingertips brushed his bare cock.

Jared pulled him up out of his briefs, and he lowered his head. Hot breath on his dick made Jensen shiver violently. Jared looked up at him, and Jensen knew his face was desperate, frantic, because Jared gave him a small, reassuring smile before, dipping his head back down and swallowing Jensen in one quick move.

“Ahh!” Jensen’s head slammed back against the chair, his eyes squeezed shut. The sudden wet heat was almost too much for him, but it disappeared the very next moment.

“Jensen?” Jared voice was rough.

“M’fine,” Jensen mumbled. “Fine.”

Jared descended once more, this time swirling his tongue over the head, lapping at the precome drizzling out of the slit. Jensen keened, face burning with a heady mix of shame and desire. He tangled his hand in Jared’s hair, the other gripping the armrest his fingers ached.

Jared’s tongue was wicked, sliding up and down, poking at sensitive spots, flicking against the weeping slit, and then Jensen made the mistake of opening his eyes and looking down at him.

Jared was on his knees, eyes closed, mouth stretched wide around Jensen’s cock, one hand steadying himself on Jensen’s hip, the other stroking himself on top of his designer jeans. The image was dirty and wrong, and for some reason the knowledge of just how wrong it was had Jensen coming hard, just this side of pained, down Jared’s throat. He uttered a strangled cry, hit head hitting the back of the chair again. Jared pulled off but Jensen didn’t acknowledge him at first. He took a moment to breathe and wonder which level of Hell he’d just sank to.

Jensen finally managed to drag his head up, but as he did so, Jared climbed up the chair, landing on his knees straddling Jensen’s thighs. Jared’s jeans were open, and his cock swayed thick and red right in Jensen’s face. He sucked in a harsh breath at the sight, then looked up at Jared. Jared was gazing down at him, eyes half-closed, and he raised his hand to his erection and began to stroke it in slow, long strokes that had him biting his lip.

Jensen turned his attention back to Jared’s hand. He watched in fascination as it stroked, watched as precome beaded up on the shell-pink head, rolling down the vein underneath. Jensen wondered what it tasted like. He glanced up at Jared, who smiled knowingly. Jensen licked his lips. He could do this. Jared had done it for him. Jared had nearly killed him with it. He wanted to watch Jared come to pieces the way he had.

Jensen placed his hands on Jared hips. He swallowed thickly and then leaned forward. He looked up at Jared, who was watching him, smoky hazel eyes half-closed and cat-like. Jensen licked his lips, his eyes never leaving Jared’s and swiped his tongue across the head. Jared groaned, and his head tilted back. Jensen was surprised at the bolt of liquid desire that shot through him at the first taste. It was salty and musky and not altogether tasty, but there something about the taste and smell of Jared coupled with the texture, the silken flesh - it was heady and overwhelming. Jensen slid the tip into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue but before he could get any further, Jared pulled out. Jensen looked up at him, confused. Had he done it wrong?

Jared put a hand on the back of Jensen’s head then began stroking himself with the other. Jensen didn’t really understand, but after two or three strokes, Jared was coming and hot semen was painting Jensen’s face. He gasped and some of it dripped into his mouth. Jared let him go and he fell back against the chair feeling dirty and incredible and every bit the sinner his father said that he was.

Jared lowered himself until their foreheads were touching, breathing each other’s air. He was so close; his lips were an inch away, and it would be so easy to kiss him - but Jensen didn’t. He wasn’t sure why, but it was like kissing Jared would make it real. It was too personal.

And considering the fact that it would have been Jensen’s first kiss, he thought maybe he didn’t want to pay money for it.

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They had two more appointments, and each one had left Jensen giddy and confused and horny, and a number of other things he didn’t really want to examine. After the fourth appointment he stopped sending a script. He realized that he liked Jared enough to just spend time with him, and he wanted to know that the words coming from Jared were genuine.

On their sixth date they drove out to a field on Jensen’s property to stargaze, driving the ’67 Impala Jensen got from his grandfather.

They lay on the hood drinking beer and staring at the sky, not saying anything. And it was comfortable. It was safe. It was the first time Jensen had ever just hung out with someone without it being about God or his dad’s church. And even though they’d barely touched each other, it was probably his favorite date so far.

Jared spoke out of nowhere. “My parents are dead.”

Jensen turned to look at him. His arms were crossed behind his head, his beer between his thighs. He was staring up at the sky, expression unreadable. “I’m sorry,” Jensen said finally.

“No, that’s not - I just…” Jared put his beer on the ground then turned on his side, facing Jensen, his head propped up on his hand. “They died when I was in high school, like a week before graduation. It was a car accident; just some dumb problems with the brakes. And my dad had just lost his job about six months before, so we had no insurance. They had no life insurance. They’d saved for years to send me to college; I’d been accepted into Stanford, but when they died, I had to use most of my college fund to pay for their funerals and the bills they had left behind. When it was all said and done, I had barely enough for a deposit on a studio apartment.” He laughed harshly. “And because my life just sucks that way, I lost my job almost a year ago. That’s why I went to work for DCT. It was pretty much my only option.” He smiled at Jensen, who’d remained silent. “I’m not sure where I was going with that, except…” Jared bit his lip, looking suddenly young and vulnerable. “After my parents died all my friends went off to college, and it’s not like they’re bad people, but it’s hard to stay connected to the one guy who stayed home and worked for minimum wage. So, I haven’t really had any friends in… in like four years.” Sighing, he rolled his eyes. “God, I sound so pathetic.”

“I’ve never had a friend.” Jensen wasn’t sure where that had come from, only that he’d hated seeing Jared so defeated.

Jared looked at him, startled, then broke into a blinding smile. “We’re a fucking pair, aren’t we?” He settled back onto the hood, still smiling. Reaching over, he twined his fingers with Jensen’s. Jensen’s stomach gave a nervous flutter as Jared said quietly, “Well… I’ll be your friend.”

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Jensen flitted around in his kitchen and glanced at the microwave clock every few minutes. His credit card company had called to confirm the number of the DCT as they did not believe it to be a genuine business. During his call to DCT to confirm the business license number to give to his credit card company, the receptionist at DCT, Becky, had slyly informed Jensen that Jared’s birthday was this week. He knew it was probably inappropriate but he wanted to celebrate Jared’s birthday. Jared was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He hated feeling so damned attached. He reminded himself every day that Jared was paid to be with him, that he had no real interest in him, but Jensen couldn’t help how his heart sped up, how his stomach dropped, how Jared’s opinion mattered more than anyone’s.

Even God’s.

At the sound of the car pulling up, Jensen bounded down the hall and stopped just short of the door. He took a deep breath, smoothed a hand through his hair and tried to appear less like an excitable puppy. He opened the door just as Jared was coming up the steps. Jensen’s face broke into a wide smile. “Jared,” he breathed, stunned all over again at just how beautiful the boy was. “I missed you.” The words were not planned and Jensen instantly wished he could take them back.

But the small, wistful smile Jared gave him made him think maybe they’d been exactly the right thing to say. “Really?” Jared asked. He stepped through the door, taking the handle from Jensen and shutting it behind him. “Did you really miss me?”

Again his answer came automatically, the truth brought out by the force of Jared’s hopeful voice, his dimples, his sweet smile.  “I always miss you. From the moment you leave to the moment you come back.”

Jared stared at him for a moment. Then he stepped forward and wrapped Jensen in a crushing hug.

Jensen buried his face in Jared’s neck and clung to him as unwanted tears filling his eyes. It had been years since anyone had simply hugged him. Jared smelled clean, like Irish Spring and warm laundry, and the smell had become as familiar to Jensen as his own name. After a few moments Jensen started to feel raw and exposed and he pulled away. He surreptitiously swiped a hand over his eyes and said, trying to sound cheery, “Happy birthday!”

Jared shyly ducked his head. “Thanks.”

“I have something for you.” Jensen took Jared’s hand, large and callused and warm, and led him to the kitchen. A beautiful three-layer cake stood invitingly on the counter. It was devil’s food chocolate and covered in rich green fondant. Silver leaves of the same sugary dough left elegant touches at the corners.

“Wow.” Jared moved forward. “It’s gorgeous.” He turned back to Jensen. “Can we eat it?”

Jensen rolled his eyes. “Nope, it’s just for show.” Jared looked crestfallen for a moment. Jensen laughed. “I’m kidding! It’s yours; dig in.”

Jared grinned then ran off for plates. Jensen watched Jared rummaging around his kitchen, and something in his chest tightened. Jared was so familiar with his house. He knew where the plates were, knew where to find the silverware. He even knew that Jensen kept empty glasses in the freezer for milk, because milk can never be too cold. He realized then that he wanted this. He wanted Jared to be there all the time, doing dishes and watching bad movies and making fun of Jensen’s girly shampoo. Dear God, was he in love with Jared?

Jensen wasn’t sure. He’d never been in love.

Jared was suddenly in front of him, holding a small piece of cake in his fingers. “Want some?”

“Um… what?” Jensen blinked and glanced down. “Oh! Oh, yeah, sure.” He lifted a hand.

Jared shook his head and grinned. “Open up.” He lifted the cake to Jensen’s lips.

Jensen rolled his eyes but he did as he was told. Jared slipped the cake onto Jensen’s tongue, fingers caressing his lip. Their eyes met, and Jensen’s breath caught in his throat. Something simmered in Jared’s smoky gaze, something hot and complex, something more than lust. Before he realized what was happening, Jared leaned forward and slanted his mouth over Jensen’s.

Jensen swallowed, the cake suddenly dry in his throat. Jared was kissing him and everything he’d feeling, everything he’d been denying, came rushing forward. Jared’s tongue swiped across Jensen’s lips, demanding entry, and even though his brain screamed, This is too much!, the rest of him said, Fuck it.

Jensen opened his mouth and tentatively let his tongue join Jared’s. Jared made a needy little sound that shot through Jensen, warm and burning like strong liquor. Jensen pushed Jared back against the counter and tangled his hands in his floppy brown hair. Jared’s hands gripped Jensen’s hips and pulled them tight against his. Jensen used every trick he’d ever seen in a movie or TV show and hoped Jared wouldn’t realize he’d never kissed anyone before.

But Jared didn’t seem to notice. He was twisting his tongue around Jensen’s, his hips rolling, seeking friction. They twined together for so long that Jensen eventually had to pull back to breathe. When he did, Jared’s mouth sealed onto his neck, licking and biting , testing the spot behind his ear. Jensen clung to him as he tried to breathe, tried to think past the lust clouding his mind. But then Jared’s mouth moved down to his collarbone, and against Jensen’s skin he hissed, “Fuck me.”

Jensen’s eyes widened and he froze. Had he heard that right?

“Oh, God, Jen, fuck me.”

Yes, he’d heard right. Panic flooded Jensen at the thought. Fuck Jared? He was virgin, and had only a basic idea of what to do. His mind wildly cast about, and latched onto the first thing it could: it was the first time Jared had called him Jen, and even though he used to hate it when people called him that, it sounded so good coming from Jared. But that didn’t matter - Jensen decided it had gone far enough. Now he would pull back, he would tell Jared he was sorry, and he would send him home. He would cancel his account with DCT, he would send back that watch waiting for Jared upstairs, all wrapped with a big green bow, he would -

Jared made his way back to Jensen’s ear. He nipped at the lobe, causing gooseflesh to ripple across Jensen’s skin. Just as Jensen was getting up the resolve to put a stop to the proceedings, Jared whispered softly in his ear, his breath warm and moist.

“Jen,” he said. “Make love to me.”

Jensen whimpered and pressed his face against Jared’s neck. How was he supposed to walk away from that? Make love to me, he’d said. Make love to him.

So it was love.

“Will you?” Jared’s breath was on his ear again, soft and teasing.

“Yes,” Jensen hissed. “Yes, yes, I will.”

The stumbled their way up the stairs to Jensen’s bedroom, hands and tongues groping and searching. Once there, Jensen paused in the doorway.

They were really going to do this.

His panic was slowly building again, but Jared took his hand and said, “It’s okay Jen.”

Jensen nodded and allowed Jared to gently tug him toward the bed. He sat down on the edge and watched as Jared slowly removed his clothes. He’d never seen Jared completely nude before and the sight was almost shocking. Miles and miles of sun-kissed skin, a very light sheen of sweat, ripped and sculpted muscles. He was perfect.

Jared ducked his head slightly, as if made shy by Jensen’s scrutiny. “Well?” he asked. “Are you gonna join me?”

“What? Oh, oh, right.” Jensen stood and removed his clothes, fumbling with buttons and zippers, his hands shaking. Jared moved off to the bathroom, and Jensen took a few deep breaths. Just as Jared returned, Jensen’s last bits of clothing fell to the floor. He felt… inadequate next to Jared. Where Jared was all tan and flawless, Jensen was pale and freckled, fit, but not ripped.

It didn’t seem to matter to Jared. He sucked in a breath and said, “God, Jen, you’re beautiful.”

Jensen blushed, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. He saw then what Jared had been doing in the bathroom. He was holding a bottle of lotion. It was the special, unscented kind, because Jensen had sensitive skin.

Dropping the bottle on the bed, Jared claimed Jensen’s mouth again. They tipped backwards, cocks slotting together as if made for it. Jared gave a long thrust, and Jensen’s head tipped back, his orgasm uncomfortably close. “God, Jared!” He gripped Jared’s hips. “Don’t do that!”

Jared chuckled, his teeth nibbling Jensen’s neck. “Sorry.” He sounded anything but. Pulling back, Jared’s face sobered. “Are you ready?”

Jensen swallowed and nodded. He wasn’t, not really, he was actually terrified, but it was okay. Jared was there.

“Liar,” Jared said, his voice warm with affection. He smiled, placed a soft kiss on Jensen’s lips then sat up. Grabbing the bottle of lotion, he poured a glob onto his fingers. Locking eyes with Jensen, he slid his fingers back behind him.

Jensen gasped as Jared’s eyes slipped closed and he threw his head back. He knew what Jared was doing, even if he couldn’t see it, and the thought was thrilling and filthy, and the lust was beginning to outweigh the nervousness. After a minute, Jared began to rock his hips, needy little sounds escaping him. Jensen bit his lips, trying to maintain his composure. He wanted this to happen, wanted it to last.

Finally, Jared opened his eyes and looked and Jensen. “’M ready.”

Jensen nodded. Jared positioned his hips over Jensen’s swollen, twitching cock. He prepared to sink down. “Wait!” Jensen said.

Jared froze, looking scared. “What?”

“Don’t we - need protection?” Jensen asked, breathless. God, he was right there, just one thrust and -

Jared shook his head. “Aren’t you a virgin?”

“How did you - ?”

“Not hard to figure out,” Jared told him. “You’re a virgin, and I’m clean. Besides -” Jared’s expression darkened, “I want to feel you inside me.”

Jensen shivered. “O - okay. I’m ready.”

Jared leaned down and kissed him. Then, he sank halfway down Jensen’s cock.

Jensen cried out, his back arching. Jared waited for Jensen to catch his breath. He did, finally, then nodded. Jared sank the rest of the way down, and Jensen grabbed him by the hips. “I need a minute,” he managed.

Jared sat still, his hands roaming Jensen’s chest. Jensen did his best to pull back from the edge. He’d never been inside someone, and it was tight and hot and slick, and it was almost too much for him. He nodded again, not trusting his voice.

When Jared began to move in long, slow thrusts, Jensen tossed his head back and just gave in. Not just to the physical sensations, the pleasure coursing through him, but to the emotions as well.

Dear God, he was so in love. His whole insides clenched and burned with it, and no matter how much he’d been taught it wasn’t, this was right. A lump formed in his throat and he really didn’t want to cry his way through losing his virginity, so he opened his eyes. Jared was watching him, his hips rolling, stroking himself. Jensen reached up and replaced Jared’s hand with his own. He slid his fingers through the precome and spread it over the shaft. He matching his movements to Jared, and they were soon rocketing to the edge, Jensen’s hips canting up to meet Jared’s.

He was so close.

Jared, surprisingly, seemed closer. His thrust became erratic, and Jensen sped up his hand to match. Jared let out a choked moan and spurted over Jensen’s hand, his body convulsing. Tipping forward, he slid a hand through Jensen’s hair and hissed in his ear, “God, I love you Jen.”

Jensen’s orgasm hit him without warning, powerful and almost painful. He wrapped his arms across Jared’s back and pulled him close as he pumped into him, semen leaking down onto his thighs.

“I love you, too,” Jensen whispered as the aftershocks made him tremble.

And this time, he let the tears fall.

Because this time, he was happy.