TFLN Comment Fic Meme
I think it's time for one of these again, don't you? They're always fun and I need some of that right now.
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The Morning After [4/5]
In the end, he finds Jared more by accident than anything else.
The afternoon sun is stretching long black shadows out behind the campus buildings, late spring day gone still and hot in the fading light.
Jared's sitting in a skinny, empty courtyard that runs behind the ag building and Robert McKinley Hall. He's found a place braced against a pillar on a knee-high concrete retaining wall, long legs stretched out in front of him and a tiny espresso cup cradled in his big hands.
"Hey," Jensen says quietly.
Jared looks up at the sky, eyes following a flock of sparrows as they take off from a power line. "You want to know exactly what happened?"
He's thrown off for a second, but then Jensen sees the phone lying next to him. Even if Misha managed to keep his gossipy little thoughts to himself, Gen certainly didn't. "Yes, please," he says meekly.
Jared chews his bottom lip, then turns and pins Jensen in place with a look, too open and too exposed. Jensen has to fight to hold his gaze.
"First of all, if you ever get that drunk again I'm banning alcohol from the house. I don't what the hell kind of stuff Matt and Rich found, but the three of you were just-uncontrollable. I've never seen you make such complete asses of yourselves."
"Sorry," Jensen mumbles.
"Do not interrupt me," Jared snaps. "When y'all decided you were going to start your own fight club and goaded the pledges into knocking each other unconscious, locked those two in the kitchen and carried you upstairs." Jared takes a slow, deliberate sip of his espresso. "Bridal style."
Jensen winces. No question that is all over Facebook.
"And then, when I tried to put you in bed, you grabbed my face, mumbled something about The Notebook and tried to suck my tonsils out." Jared's glare could peel paint. "It was like being mauled by sloppy-drunk golden retriever."
Everything that is manly pride in Jensen cringes. "Jay-"
"And after that- you- well, we didn't get very far," and Jared sounds almost disgruntled about that. Maybe there is a God. "You rammed two fingers up my ass and I sucker-punched you."
Or maybe there is no God, only Satan, and he hates Jensen. Also, stomach ache explained. "Jay, I'm so-"
"It just wasn't exactly how I pictured our first time would go, when you finally manned up and asked me!" Jared says hotly.
"Me neither," Jensen mutters. "Wait. What?"
"Of course, now I'm wondering if dating you will be worth the lame sex," Jared drawls, looking out towards the street.
Jensen sputters wordlessly.
"I guess I'll just have to see," Jared says with annoyed huff, and then he turns around and kisses him.
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The Morning After [5/5]
Jensen's never been kissed so aggressively, like his partner had something to prove and was taking it out on his mouth. He doesn't pussy around with the soft, playful licks and nips that Jensen's always considered part and parcel of the make-out experience; his lips are demanding, his tongue rough and invasive, and he makes Jensen fight for every bit of ground between their mouths. If this is a battle, Jensen's loosing.
He fights harder when Jared grabs his hips and pulls him in, the change in angle and the searing heat of that body against his making him feel surrounded, cornered. Then hands slide down his sides, fingers splayed wide and digging suddenly into his ass, and he just falls open, falls apart like it was a button he didn't know he had.
Does it make Jensen sound naïve, that it honestly never occurred to him Jared would be the dominant partner in their relationship? Because it is sure as hell occurring to him now. His head rolls back and in response Jared pulls him even closer, forcing his chin up with a thumb smoothed over his jugular and under his jaw.
Now that Jared has full command, the kiss turns wet and slow and lazy, Jared's tongue curling long and languid along his, stroking ticklishly over the roof of his mouth and curiously over his full, swollen bottom lip. He bites it, soothes the sting with a soft suck, and bites it again until Jensen makes a sharp sound and shudders against him.
"Hey," Jensen whispers dazedly when they finally part. He knows the grin spreading across his face is huge and goofy, but fuck him if he cares. "Hey, Jared. I love you."
"I know," Jared says, low and waspish, but a smug smirk is tugging at his mouth as well. "I love you too, asshole."
Jensen laughs, and kisses and kisses and kisses him until the sun goes down.
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