SPN RPS: You're up against never being right // Jared/Jensen // NC-17
IF YOU'RE A CANADIAN PLEASE VOTE TODAY. I kind of surprise myself at how staunchly supportive I am of our democratic process. If you don't vote you have no right to complain about the state of our country and/or government if/when they do something you don't like. Remember that, eh? AND. If you didn't get a registered voter card in the mail it's stupidly easy to still vote. Take your license with you to the voter station. OR if you don't have a license, two pieces of mail (bills, etc). OR, barring that even, get someone who will go under oath to vouch for you.
Easy peasy.
Oh, hai there giant copy of True Blood for this week. Nice of you to join us, almost 36 hours later.
The weather right now apparently wants to rock me like a hurricane. I am not receptive to its advances. I'd prefer to make it to work in one piece today. :|
So back 3 weeks ago I got a comment from lovelyhera that she'd created a vid for me from oxoniensis's Fandom Free-For-All. I was a bad person and forgot about it until tonight when I was trying to find a title for this fic. The result is here on Youtube. It's set to Death Cab for Cutie's "Cath" and the song is so wonderful for Donna.
Title: You're up against never being right
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3334, beta'd by missyjack
Disclaimer: *does not know, means no harm, plz to not be suing*
Summary:There are some things you really don't learn about someone until you live with them and share their space. Not that Jared was a shy guy, by any means, but now that Jensen lived with Jared, it was hard not to be privy to his inner most thoughts.
Take the night of Jared's birthday party
A/N: Aside from by big bang that I posted in June I haven't written RPS in almost a YEAR. That is SO SAD. What's even more sad is that I think I write J2 stuff every single week but it never gets finished so it just languishes in my notebooks or in my google docs. I have another fic to post after this one, as well, and I'm determined to finish the Sam/Bobby one like whoa. It's RIGHT THERE but it's being difficult. Story of the past 10 months, really.
There are some things you really don't learn about someone until you live with them and share their space. Not that Jared was a shy guy, by any means, but now that Jensen lived with Jared, it was hard not to be privy to his inner most thoughts.
Take the night of Jared's birthday party. His birthday always fell at the beginning of the filming season so everyone was fired up and ready to go, whereas when Jensen's birthday came up everyone was exhausted. They went out, sure, but it was a "drink to make it through" type of party, not a wild party like Jared's. Given who Jared was it only seemed apt, really.
On those nights everyone let go, especially Jared. They made sure to do it out of the prying eyes of the media, which Jared and Jensen both learned the hard way after showing up for Upfront events looking a little weary from the night before. Yeah, there'd been a playoff game. And a couple cases of beer and maybe a joint or two.
But that was neither here nor there. The fact was that when Jared got drunk he got chatty, and touchy and even more goofy then he was on a regular basis. And now, thanks to Jared's brilliant idea for them both to save money by sharing Jared's house, Jensen got to deal with Jared pre, during and post-drunk.
"Know what I miss most about Sandy?" Jared asked in the wee hours of the morning when they finally stumbled home from Jared's birthday party.
Jensen wasn't sure he really wanted to go down this particular route, especially not while they were both in the conditions they were, but he could hope for small miracles and that Jared wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.
"What's that?"
"Her tits."
Jensen frowned. "Out of all the things you went through with that girl that's the thing you miss most?" He asked, proud of himself for not slurring his words. Too much.
"Have you seen the rack on her?" Jared asked, grinning. Jensen grinned back, despite himself, and shook his head.
"Not that I looked very often but yeah, I guess they were okay."
"Yeah, you're the ass man, right? Did you ever look at her ass?" Jared continued. Jensen shifted uncomfortably on the couch where they were slumped and felt himself turn red.
"I'm not that kind of ass man, either."
"Spoil sport," Jared grumbled. He was quiet for a few minutes and so still that Jensen was starting to think that he fell asleep on the couch.
"I really... I miss sliding my cock between her tits," Jared announced, fumbling his words a bit.
"Jay, I don't think you want to do this right now," Jensen tried to say but Jared kept talking.
"I haven't fucked since we broke up, you know that?"
"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me all about it," Jensen replied dryly. "And if you are I need to get another beer."
"I think there's some in the fridge." Jared pointed in the direction that he thought was the kitchen and ended up pointing toward the ceiling instead. Jensen rolled his eyes and walked, somewhat steadily, in the real direction of the kitchen. Jared followed.
"Want one?" Jensen asked as he opened the fridge door. Jared nodded, leaning against the door frame, and he watched Jensen bend over to reached into the fridge.
"I'm beginning to think I should hit you up for some action."
Jensen jerked, shocked, and tried to straighten up inside the fridge. He hit his head, swore, and backed out quickly. "Excuse me?"
Jared shrugged. "Just a thought. Not like neither of us has ever thought about it."
"Thought about, Jared. Thought. There's a difference between thinking and doing."
"Yeah, I know. But whatever. We live together now."
"Just one more reason not to do that."
"It is my birthday, you know. And besides, you'd love it."
Jensen felt his cheeks burn and he turned back toward the fridge to grab the beer. He passed one to Jared without letting their fingers touch on the bottle, opened his own and took a few big gulps.
"As much as I don't doubt your sexual prowess, again, this isn't the time to talk about this Jared."
Jared nodded, but then grinned and winked at Jensen as he opened his own beer bottle. "Okay."
Jensen stayed in the kitchen until he heard Jared stumble up the stairs to his own room, close the door and made sure he waited another ten minutes after that for Jared to pass out in bed.
"'Sure, it's no problem staying with Jared. The only thing I have to worry about is the dogs chewing my underwear,'" Jensen mimicked himself under his breath, repeating what he told Kim earlier in the week when they started filming. "Fuck."
~~~
See, thing is, Jared and Jensen have always played around with their mutual flirtation. Jared never cared that Jensen was gay and Jensen knew that Jared had his moments in the past with guys, although since he'd been with Sandy for so long Jensen figured he was going to settle down with her, adopt a bunch of dogs, pop out a couple kids and live happily ever after.
But as with most things in life it didn't work out that way. Jared suggested to Jensen that he move in at the start of the season because there was no point in him having the huge house all to himself and Jensen was getting sick of staying in hotels all the time, even though he did enjoy someone making his bed every day, if he wished.
At the time everything seemed like a great idea. Two buddies, working and living together. A couple Texas boys kicking back and relaxing, working hard and ... playing hard. But now all Jensen could think about was how hard that play could get.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up."
Jensen sat straight up in bed the next morning, muttering to himself. He had a difficult time getting to sleep, what with sporting a huge boner that he didn't want to do anything about in case Jared just happened to stumble into his room while he was in the middle of it. His dreams were all tinged with the idea of being with Jared or of Jared doing things to him or of Jared in general.
He tried to be as quiet as possible while going down the stairs in case he wanted to make a run for the door instead of to the kitchen where he could hear-and smell-Jared making breakfast.
As soon as he got downstairs he could see through to the kitchen where Jared was walking around in a pair of shorts and a tank top, cooking for them. The sun was streaming through the windows, the dogs were pacing at his feet with their tongues hanging out and tails wagging. It was like any other morning, or so it appeared.
Before Jensen could decide one hundred percent what he wanted to do Jared turned around and caught sight of Jensen wavering on the bottom stair. Jared grinned at him and jerked his head toward the table that was set with a couple plates. With that movement Jared winced and raised a hand to his head.
Jensen walked into the kitchen and hovered by the door. "Feeling last night."
"More than you know," Jared said quietly. "It'll be a while before we tie one on like that, I tell ya."
"A couple weeks, at least," Jensen agreed with a laugh. "You were ... funny last night."
"Was I? I hope I didn't make an ass of myself."
Jensen swallowed his first response and shook his head. "You were just being Jared."
"Lovable and charming, then?" Jared joked.
"You have no idea."
Jensen grabbed the bowl of hash browns and took them to the table before Jared could ask anything else while Jared buttered the toast. The rest of their day was quiet and, for Jensen's sake, thankfully devoid of any further mention about the night before.
~~~
Sure enough, a couple weeks later Jared and Jensen were coerced into joining some of the other cast and crew for a night out at the bar. They headed for their usual joint, the same one where they spent Jared's birthday, and by midnight Jensen wasn't feeling any pain. He lost track of Jared at some point in the night but knew he was still around because if he listened hard enough he was sure he could hear Jared's loud laugh.
Jensen got up to go to the bathroom for a leak when he finally caught sight of Jared again. He was standing by the bar, uncomfortably close to some guy Jensen didn't know or recognize. Jared was leaning into the guy, slapping him on the arm and the guy was laughing along with Jared, obviously into him.
Jensen went to the bathroom and held the image of Jared with that guy in his head the whole time. When he came out they were still there only now Jared was sitting on a stool with his entire body angled toward the mystery guy.
Jensen had every intention of going back to his table where Jim and Kim were sitting, he didn't want to intrude on Jared's moment, especially not after his revelation a couple weeks before, but somehow Jensen's feet took him in the direction of the bar.
"Jared," Jensen greeted him with a clap on the back. "How's it going?"
"Jenny!" Jared announced. "This is Mark!"
"Mark." Jensen nodded and shook the guy's hand. He was okay looking, Jensen supposed. Dark and shorter than both he and Jared. He had a killer smile, if Jensen was forced to admit something nice about him.
"Jared was just telling me about the pranks you guys play where you work."
"Oh, yeah? I figured it had to be something funny, from the way you guys were going on over here." Jensen leaned toward Jared, almost involuntarily.
"What are you doin', Jenny?" Jared asked, slinging one of his arms around Jensen's shoulders.
"Was thinkin' about going home?" Jensen replied.
"Now? Night's still young!" Jared announced, directly in Jensen's ear.
"I'm not feeling it anymore. Want to get out of here?"
Jared looked over at Mark quickly and then back at Jensen who was waiting on his answer. "I might just stick around here for now. Meet you back home?"
Jensen stepped away from Jared so his arm dropped down to his side and nodded. "Sure. See you later."
Jensen said a hasty goodnight to Kim and Jim, and a few other people on the way out and avoided all further contact with Jared and his new friend. He got into the first taxi waiting outside and was back at Jared's place in less than ten minutes.
He managed to get inside and was rummaging through the fridge for a bottle of beer when the front door opened and Jared walked in. Jensen straightened up as he pulled a beer out and glanced at Jared.
"Thought you were staying longer?"
"What the hell was that about back there?" Jared replied, ignoring Jensen question. Jensen could tell he was pissed from the way his jaw was set and the way he tapped his fingers on his leg.
"What are you talking about?"
"You were fine all damn night until you saw me hanging out with someone else. You didn't give two shits about where I was all night, if I was even there, until you saw me talking with someone."
"You didn't even know him!" Jensen yelled back, realizing how lame his statement was only after he said it.
"Which is why I was getting to know him! What is it, Jen? Don't want me bringing people home or something? Got a problem with that?"
"No!" Jensen yelled back. "I don't care who you fuck."
Jared stepped up to Jensen and got in his face. "Liar."
"Whatever, Jared. You're drunk, okay? I'm going to bed. You go back to the bar, back to your new friend, go to bed, I don't care." Jensen tried to step around Jared but Jared moved with him and blocked his way out of the kitchen.
"You're just a chicken shit."
Jensen laughed. "Oh yeah? Of what?"
"Fucking me."
Jensen blinked and took a step back. Jared didn't follow him but Jensen didn't try to escape the kitchen either.
"I remember our conversation here the night of my birthday. You remember that, Jen?"
"Yes," Jensen replied. His throat was dry so he twisted the cap off the beer bottle and took a drink, but his eyes never left Jared's.
"Well?"
"Well what, Jared? You were drunk that night."
"I'm drunk now."
"Exactly, man. Both of us are in no condition to be talking about this."
"Chicken shit," Jared repeated and stepped back into Jensen's space. "You want me. You've wanted me for ages. And I'm telling you now that I haven't fucked anyone since Sandy because I want you."
"Jesus, Jared," Jensen breathed. Obviously, it was more than little overwhelming to hear those words coming out of Jared's mouth, drunk or not.
"The only reason why I'm saying them now is because I don't have the guts to to say it when I'm sober. But I'm in a clear frame of mind. Fuck me, Jensen."
Jensen backed up to the counter and stared at Jared, just stared. Finally Jared shrugged, threw up his hands and walked out of the kitchen. Jensen listened as Jared walked up the stairs and closed his bedroom door soundly.
~~~
Jensen drank two beer at the kitchen table before he shut off the kitchen light and climbed the stairs to his own room. He studiously avoided looking down the hall toward Jared's room to see if his light was still on or not. The dogs were silent and quiet in their beds downstairs, the TVs were off everywhere, the air conditioning wasn't even on because it wasn't quite warm enough for it. The house was totally silent and it unnerved Jensen.
He slipped into his room and leaned against the closed door, contemplating what to do next. He got ready for bed, stripping his shirt and pants off and crawling into bed in his boxers. The bed squeaked a bit as he settled down, then he laid there and stared at the ceiling while his eyes adjusted to the dark.
He wasn't sure how long he lay there but he knew he didn't sleep a wink at all, his eyes didn't even close. He sat up in bed.
"Fuck this."
He was out of bed and back into the hall in seconds, then made a beeline to Jared's room. He didn't knock or wait to see if Jared was awake or not.
He closed the door behind him when he entered and made Jared's form out easily in the bed. Jared was laying on his back and his eyes were open, as if he hadn't slept at all either.
"I want you, too," Jensen said quietly.
Jared didn't say anything. He got out of bed and walked to the end of his bed, waiting for Jensen to meet him halfway. Jensen took a couple slow steps toward Jared, then reached his hand out and grabbed Jared's arm to pull him closer.
"Thought you'd come to your senses a bit quicker," Jared mumbled, leaning down to lean his forehead against Jensen's.
"Yeah, well..." he didn't finish his thought because he leaned into Jared as well and brushed his lips against Jared's.
Jared's mouth caught his in a fierce kiss and be brought his hands up to Jensen's head to hold it firmly. Jensen wrapped his hands around Jared's waist and pushed him backwards, toward the bed. Jared went easily and allowed himself to be directed down onto the bed with Jensen following him, climbing on top of him so they could continue kissing.
When Jensen pulled away to take a breath Jared took that moment to roll them over so he was on top. Jensen was constantly aware of the height difference between them, took Jared's ribbing about it good naturedly, but he didn't understand the full scope of Jared's strength until he was stretched out on top of him, all muscles and lean limbs pressing him into the mattress.
Jensen and Jared both felt Jensen's cock rise and Jared grinned down at him, running a hand between them to stroke Jensen's hip under the edge of his boxers.
"You know I was never going to bring that guy at the bar home, right?" Jared asked as he maneuvered his body away from Jensen's long enough to reach down and start to work Jensen's boxers over his hips.
"Could've fooled me," Jensen grunted, arching his body to help the effort along.
Jared grinned again. "Exactly."
"Remind me why are we friends again?" Jensen asked while he reciprocated the effort to get Jared's boxers off.
"Because I'm hot and you need me around to protect you from fan girls."
"Oh," Jensen mumbled as he pressed his lips against Jared's chest. "Right."
Jared pulled Jensen's boxers off and pushed his own off quickly, frustrated by the pace. He reached across Jensen's body to his bed stand and pulled a bottle of lotion out of the drawer. Jensen watched as Jared slicked his palm and reached down Jensen's body to stroke his cock. Jensen gasped as Jared's hand encircled him, partly from the coolness of the lotion and partly from the realization that it was Jared's fingers around him.
Jensen jerked his hips toward Jared, mumbling an apology that Jared swallowed with a kiss. He kept his body angled to the side of Jensen's body and became more assured with his strokes. As Jensen responded more and more to the feeling, moaning into Jared's mouth and then against his throat when he had to gasp for air, Jared started moving against Jensen's hip. Jensen tried to reach down to return the favour but Jared brushed his hand away and kept rubbing himself against Jensen's hip, in time with how fast he was stroking Jensen.
Jensen could feel some wetness on his hip and got harder himself with the understanding that Jared was getting himself off just by touching Jensen. Jared was answering Jensen's raspy breaths with his own grunts. Those sounds along with the slick feeling of Jared's hand moving over his cock forced Jensen over the edge.
He tensed up and grabbed at Jared's shoulders, pulling him down on top of him. He jerked against Jared's chest and felt Jared pulsing on his upper thigh. Jared kept moving his hand over Jensen's cock and jerked his cock awkwardly with his other hand.
As Jensen came down he became acutely aware of the silence in the house, the same silence he noticed like a sledge hammer before he came into Jared's room. He felt Jared's breath against his neck as the sound of their gasps calmed to normal breathing within minutes. Jared stayed pressed against Jensen, unwilling or unable to move, and Jensen didn't care to push him off, even though he weighed ton.
Jensen didn't say anything and Jared didn't move for so long that Jensen was beginning to think that he'd fallen asleep. Jensen prodded at Jared a bit and was relieved when Jared rolled over onto his back, but kept his hand on Jensen's thigh.
"So," Jensen said softly. He rolled over slowly to face Jared who looked up at him with a wary expression, as if he was waiting for Jensen to give him some bullshit excuse about how it was a terrible mistake.
"Does this mean I don't have to pay rent anymore?"
Jared reached behind his head, grabbed a pillow and smacked Jensen in the head with it. Jensen took that as a yes.
Easy peasy.
Oh, hai there giant copy of True Blood for this week. Nice of you to join us, almost 36 hours later.
The weather right now apparently wants to rock me like a hurricane. I am not receptive to its advances. I'd prefer to make it to work in one piece today. :|
So back 3 weeks ago I got a comment from lovelyhera that she'd created a vid for me from oxoniensis's Fandom Free-For-All. I was a bad person and forgot about it until tonight when I was trying to find a title for this fic. The result is here on Youtube. It's set to Death Cab for Cutie's "Cath" and the song is so wonderful for Donna.
Title: You're up against never being right
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3334, beta'd by missyjack
Disclaimer: *does not know, means no harm, plz to not be suing*
Summary:There are some things you really don't learn about someone until you live with them and share their space. Not that Jared was a shy guy, by any means, but now that Jensen lived with Jared, it was hard not to be privy to his inner most thoughts.
Take the night of Jared's birthday party
A/N: Aside from by big bang that I posted in June I haven't written RPS in almost a YEAR. That is SO SAD. What's even more sad is that I think I write J2 stuff every single week but it never gets finished so it just languishes in my notebooks or in my google docs. I have another fic to post after this one, as well, and I'm determined to finish the Sam/Bobby one like whoa. It's RIGHT THERE but it's being difficult. Story of the past 10 months, really.
There are some things you really don't learn about someone until you live with them and share their space. Not that Jared was a shy guy, by any means, but now that Jensen lived with Jared, it was hard not to be privy to his inner most thoughts.
Take the night of Jared's birthday party. His birthday always fell at the beginning of the filming season so everyone was fired up and ready to go, whereas when Jensen's birthday came up everyone was exhausted. They went out, sure, but it was a "drink to make it through" type of party, not a wild party like Jared's. Given who Jared was it only seemed apt, really.
On those nights everyone let go, especially Jared. They made sure to do it out of the prying eyes of the media, which Jared and Jensen both learned the hard way after showing up for Upfront events looking a little weary from the night before. Yeah, there'd been a playoff game. And a couple cases of beer and maybe a joint or two.
But that was neither here nor there. The fact was that when Jared got drunk he got chatty, and touchy and even more goofy then he was on a regular basis. And now, thanks to Jared's brilliant idea for them both to save money by sharing Jared's house, Jensen got to deal with Jared pre, during and post-drunk.
"Know what I miss most about Sandy?" Jared asked in the wee hours of the morning when they finally stumbled home from Jared's birthday party.
Jensen wasn't sure he really wanted to go down this particular route, especially not while they were both in the conditions they were, but he could hope for small miracles and that Jared wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.
"What's that?"
"Her tits."
Jensen frowned. "Out of all the things you went through with that girl that's the thing you miss most?" He asked, proud of himself for not slurring his words. Too much.
"Have you seen the rack on her?" Jared asked, grinning. Jensen grinned back, despite himself, and shook his head.
"Not that I looked very often but yeah, I guess they were okay."
"Yeah, you're the ass man, right? Did you ever look at her ass?" Jared continued. Jensen shifted uncomfortably on the couch where they were slumped and felt himself turn red.
"I'm not that kind of ass man, either."
"Spoil sport," Jared grumbled. He was quiet for a few minutes and so still that Jensen was starting to think that he fell asleep on the couch.
"I really... I miss sliding my cock between her tits," Jared announced, fumbling his words a bit.
"Jay, I don't think you want to do this right now," Jensen tried to say but Jared kept talking.
"I haven't fucked since we broke up, you know that?"
"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me all about it," Jensen replied dryly. "And if you are I need to get another beer."
"I think there's some in the fridge." Jared pointed in the direction that he thought was the kitchen and ended up pointing toward the ceiling instead. Jensen rolled his eyes and walked, somewhat steadily, in the real direction of the kitchen. Jared followed.
"Want one?" Jensen asked as he opened the fridge door. Jared nodded, leaning against the door frame, and he watched Jensen bend over to reached into the fridge.
"I'm beginning to think I should hit you up for some action."
Jensen jerked, shocked, and tried to straighten up inside the fridge. He hit his head, swore, and backed out quickly. "Excuse me?"
Jared shrugged. "Just a thought. Not like neither of us has ever thought about it."
"Thought about, Jared. Thought. There's a difference between thinking and doing."
"Yeah, I know. But whatever. We live together now."
"Just one more reason not to do that."
"It is my birthday, you know. And besides, you'd love it."
Jensen felt his cheeks burn and he turned back toward the fridge to grab the beer. He passed one to Jared without letting their fingers touch on the bottle, opened his own and took a few big gulps.
"As much as I don't doubt your sexual prowess, again, this isn't the time to talk about this Jared."
Jared nodded, but then grinned and winked at Jensen as he opened his own beer bottle. "Okay."
Jensen stayed in the kitchen until he heard Jared stumble up the stairs to his own room, close the door and made sure he waited another ten minutes after that for Jared to pass out in bed.
"'Sure, it's no problem staying with Jared. The only thing I have to worry about is the dogs chewing my underwear,'" Jensen mimicked himself under his breath, repeating what he told Kim earlier in the week when they started filming. "Fuck."
~~~
See, thing is, Jared and Jensen have always played around with their mutual flirtation. Jared never cared that Jensen was gay and Jensen knew that Jared had his moments in the past with guys, although since he'd been with Sandy for so long Jensen figured he was going to settle down with her, adopt a bunch of dogs, pop out a couple kids and live happily ever after.
But as with most things in life it didn't work out that way. Jared suggested to Jensen that he move in at the start of the season because there was no point in him having the huge house all to himself and Jensen was getting sick of staying in hotels all the time, even though he did enjoy someone making his bed every day, if he wished.
At the time everything seemed like a great idea. Two buddies, working and living together. A couple Texas boys kicking back and relaxing, working hard and ... playing hard. But now all Jensen could think about was how hard that play could get.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up."
Jensen sat straight up in bed the next morning, muttering to himself. He had a difficult time getting to sleep, what with sporting a huge boner that he didn't want to do anything about in case Jared just happened to stumble into his room while he was in the middle of it. His dreams were all tinged with the idea of being with Jared or of Jared doing things to him or of Jared in general.
He tried to be as quiet as possible while going down the stairs in case he wanted to make a run for the door instead of to the kitchen where he could hear-and smell-Jared making breakfast.
As soon as he got downstairs he could see through to the kitchen where Jared was walking around in a pair of shorts and a tank top, cooking for them. The sun was streaming through the windows, the dogs were pacing at his feet with their tongues hanging out and tails wagging. It was like any other morning, or so it appeared.
Before Jensen could decide one hundred percent what he wanted to do Jared turned around and caught sight of Jensen wavering on the bottom stair. Jared grinned at him and jerked his head toward the table that was set with a couple plates. With that movement Jared winced and raised a hand to his head.
Jensen walked into the kitchen and hovered by the door. "Feeling last night."
"More than you know," Jared said quietly. "It'll be a while before we tie one on like that, I tell ya."
"A couple weeks, at least," Jensen agreed with a laugh. "You were ... funny last night."
"Was I? I hope I didn't make an ass of myself."
Jensen swallowed his first response and shook his head. "You were just being Jared."
"Lovable and charming, then?" Jared joked.
"You have no idea."
Jensen grabbed the bowl of hash browns and took them to the table before Jared could ask anything else while Jared buttered the toast. The rest of their day was quiet and, for Jensen's sake, thankfully devoid of any further mention about the night before.
~~~
Sure enough, a couple weeks later Jared and Jensen were coerced into joining some of the other cast and crew for a night out at the bar. They headed for their usual joint, the same one where they spent Jared's birthday, and by midnight Jensen wasn't feeling any pain. He lost track of Jared at some point in the night but knew he was still around because if he listened hard enough he was sure he could hear Jared's loud laugh.
Jensen got up to go to the bathroom for a leak when he finally caught sight of Jared again. He was standing by the bar, uncomfortably close to some guy Jensen didn't know or recognize. Jared was leaning into the guy, slapping him on the arm and the guy was laughing along with Jared, obviously into him.
Jensen went to the bathroom and held the image of Jared with that guy in his head the whole time. When he came out they were still there only now Jared was sitting on a stool with his entire body angled toward the mystery guy.
Jensen had every intention of going back to his table where Jim and Kim were sitting, he didn't want to intrude on Jared's moment, especially not after his revelation a couple weeks before, but somehow Jensen's feet took him in the direction of the bar.
"Jared," Jensen greeted him with a clap on the back. "How's it going?"
"Jenny!" Jared announced. "This is Mark!"
"Mark." Jensen nodded and shook the guy's hand. He was okay looking, Jensen supposed. Dark and shorter than both he and Jared. He had a killer smile, if Jensen was forced to admit something nice about him.
"Jared was just telling me about the pranks you guys play where you work."
"Oh, yeah? I figured it had to be something funny, from the way you guys were going on over here." Jensen leaned toward Jared, almost involuntarily.
"What are you doin', Jenny?" Jared asked, slinging one of his arms around Jensen's shoulders.
"Was thinkin' about going home?" Jensen replied.
"Now? Night's still young!" Jared announced, directly in Jensen's ear.
"I'm not feeling it anymore. Want to get out of here?"
Jared looked over at Mark quickly and then back at Jensen who was waiting on his answer. "I might just stick around here for now. Meet you back home?"
Jensen stepped away from Jared so his arm dropped down to his side and nodded. "Sure. See you later."
Jensen said a hasty goodnight to Kim and Jim, and a few other people on the way out and avoided all further contact with Jared and his new friend. He got into the first taxi waiting outside and was back at Jared's place in less than ten minutes.
He managed to get inside and was rummaging through the fridge for a bottle of beer when the front door opened and Jared walked in. Jensen straightened up as he pulled a beer out and glanced at Jared.
"Thought you were staying longer?"
"What the hell was that about back there?" Jared replied, ignoring Jensen question. Jensen could tell he was pissed from the way his jaw was set and the way he tapped his fingers on his leg.
"What are you talking about?"
"You were fine all damn night until you saw me hanging out with someone else. You didn't give two shits about where I was all night, if I was even there, until you saw me talking with someone."
"You didn't even know him!" Jensen yelled back, realizing how lame his statement was only after he said it.
"Which is why I was getting to know him! What is it, Jen? Don't want me bringing people home or something? Got a problem with that?"
"No!" Jensen yelled back. "I don't care who you fuck."
Jared stepped up to Jensen and got in his face. "Liar."
"Whatever, Jared. You're drunk, okay? I'm going to bed. You go back to the bar, back to your new friend, go to bed, I don't care." Jensen tried to step around Jared but Jared moved with him and blocked his way out of the kitchen.
"You're just a chicken shit."
Jensen laughed. "Oh yeah? Of what?"
"Fucking me."
Jensen blinked and took a step back. Jared didn't follow him but Jensen didn't try to escape the kitchen either.
"I remember our conversation here the night of my birthday. You remember that, Jen?"
"Yes," Jensen replied. His throat was dry so he twisted the cap off the beer bottle and took a drink, but his eyes never left Jared's.
"Well?"
"Well what, Jared? You were drunk that night."
"I'm drunk now."
"Exactly, man. Both of us are in no condition to be talking about this."
"Chicken shit," Jared repeated and stepped back into Jensen's space. "You want me. You've wanted me for ages. And I'm telling you now that I haven't fucked anyone since Sandy because I want you."
"Jesus, Jared," Jensen breathed. Obviously, it was more than little overwhelming to hear those words coming out of Jared's mouth, drunk or not.
"The only reason why I'm saying them now is because I don't have the guts to to say it when I'm sober. But I'm in a clear frame of mind. Fuck me, Jensen."
Jensen backed up to the counter and stared at Jared, just stared. Finally Jared shrugged, threw up his hands and walked out of the kitchen. Jensen listened as Jared walked up the stairs and closed his bedroom door soundly.
~~~
Jensen drank two beer at the kitchen table before he shut off the kitchen light and climbed the stairs to his own room. He studiously avoided looking down the hall toward Jared's room to see if his light was still on or not. The dogs were silent and quiet in their beds downstairs, the TVs were off everywhere, the air conditioning wasn't even on because it wasn't quite warm enough for it. The house was totally silent and it unnerved Jensen.
He slipped into his room and leaned against the closed door, contemplating what to do next. He got ready for bed, stripping his shirt and pants off and crawling into bed in his boxers. The bed squeaked a bit as he settled down, then he laid there and stared at the ceiling while his eyes adjusted to the dark.
He wasn't sure how long he lay there but he knew he didn't sleep a wink at all, his eyes didn't even close. He sat up in bed.
"Fuck this."
He was out of bed and back into the hall in seconds, then made a beeline to Jared's room. He didn't knock or wait to see if Jared was awake or not.
He closed the door behind him when he entered and made Jared's form out easily in the bed. Jared was laying on his back and his eyes were open, as if he hadn't slept at all either.
"I want you, too," Jensen said quietly.
Jared didn't say anything. He got out of bed and walked to the end of his bed, waiting for Jensen to meet him halfway. Jensen took a couple slow steps toward Jared, then reached his hand out and grabbed Jared's arm to pull him closer.
"Thought you'd come to your senses a bit quicker," Jared mumbled, leaning down to lean his forehead against Jensen's.
"Yeah, well..." he didn't finish his thought because he leaned into Jared as well and brushed his lips against Jared's.
Jared's mouth caught his in a fierce kiss and be brought his hands up to Jensen's head to hold it firmly. Jensen wrapped his hands around Jared's waist and pushed him backwards, toward the bed. Jared went easily and allowed himself to be directed down onto the bed with Jensen following him, climbing on top of him so they could continue kissing.
When Jensen pulled away to take a breath Jared took that moment to roll them over so he was on top. Jensen was constantly aware of the height difference between them, took Jared's ribbing about it good naturedly, but he didn't understand the full scope of Jared's strength until he was stretched out on top of him, all muscles and lean limbs pressing him into the mattress.
Jensen and Jared both felt Jensen's cock rise and Jared grinned down at him, running a hand between them to stroke Jensen's hip under the edge of his boxers.
"You know I was never going to bring that guy at the bar home, right?" Jared asked as he maneuvered his body away from Jensen's long enough to reach down and start to work Jensen's boxers over his hips.
"Could've fooled me," Jensen grunted, arching his body to help the effort along.
Jared grinned again. "Exactly."
"Remind me why are we friends again?" Jensen asked while he reciprocated the effort to get Jared's boxers off.
"Because I'm hot and you need me around to protect you from fan girls."
"Oh," Jensen mumbled as he pressed his lips against Jared's chest. "Right."
Jared pulled Jensen's boxers off and pushed his own off quickly, frustrated by the pace. He reached across Jensen's body to his bed stand and pulled a bottle of lotion out of the drawer. Jensen watched as Jared slicked his palm and reached down Jensen's body to stroke his cock. Jensen gasped as Jared's hand encircled him, partly from the coolness of the lotion and partly from the realization that it was Jared's fingers around him.
Jensen jerked his hips toward Jared, mumbling an apology that Jared swallowed with a kiss. He kept his body angled to the side of Jensen's body and became more assured with his strokes. As Jensen responded more and more to the feeling, moaning into Jared's mouth and then against his throat when he had to gasp for air, Jared started moving against Jensen's hip. Jensen tried to reach down to return the favour but Jared brushed his hand away and kept rubbing himself against Jensen's hip, in time with how fast he was stroking Jensen.
Jensen could feel some wetness on his hip and got harder himself with the understanding that Jared was getting himself off just by touching Jensen. Jared was answering Jensen's raspy breaths with his own grunts. Those sounds along with the slick feeling of Jared's hand moving over his cock forced Jensen over the edge.
He tensed up and grabbed at Jared's shoulders, pulling him down on top of him. He jerked against Jared's chest and felt Jared pulsing on his upper thigh. Jared kept moving his hand over Jensen's cock and jerked his cock awkwardly with his other hand.
As Jensen came down he became acutely aware of the silence in the house, the same silence he noticed like a sledge hammer before he came into Jared's room. He felt Jared's breath against his neck as the sound of their gasps calmed to normal breathing within minutes. Jared stayed pressed against Jensen, unwilling or unable to move, and Jensen didn't care to push him off, even though he weighed ton.
Jensen didn't say anything and Jared didn't move for so long that Jensen was beginning to think that he'd fallen asleep. Jensen prodded at Jared a bit and was relieved when Jared rolled over onto his back, but kept his hand on Jensen's thigh.
"So," Jensen said softly. He rolled over slowly to face Jared who looked up at him with a wary expression, as if he was waiting for Jensen to give him some bullshit excuse about how it was a terrible mistake.
"Does this mean I don't have to pay rent anymore?"
Jared reached behind his head, grabbed a pillow and smacked Jensen in the head with it. Jensen took that as a yes.