Fic: Four Times Jensen Ackles Hates Jared Padalecki, And One Time He Doesn’t

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Title: "Four Times Jensen Ackles Hates Jared Padalecki, And One Time He Doesn't" OR "How Jensen Hates Jared, Except Not Really"
Word Count: 4,500
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The first time Jensen Ackles meets Jared Padalecki it's in the waiting room for a new CW pilot.
A/N: Cliche title, I know, but I came up with the title before the fic, so. Enjoy!

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The first time Jensen Ackles meets Jared Padalecki, it’s in the waiting room for a new CW pilot. Jensen’s up for the role of Sam Winchester, one half of a demon-fighting brother duo, and he’s pretty excited about the role.

Truthfully, Dean- the older brother- seemed really cool, but Jensen’s not complaining. It’s a good job, and Jensen’s really hoping for some not-so-serious competition, ‘cause he really wants this job. Like, it’s awesome playing Superman’s rival and all, but that storyline’s just fucked up.

So when a six foot zillion inches guy with adorably shaggy hair and a fuck-me-now grin (complete with dimples) walks into the room a few minutes after him, his shoulders slump.

Damn it.

He’s fucked. Bye, Sam Winchester. Hello, Jason effing Teague.

The guy sits down and looks over at him.

“Hey, man!”

Jensen raises his eyebrows and gives a small half-smile, trying to put out the I’m-not-getting-friendly-with-the-competition vibes.

“Hey,” Jensen answers. The guy seems totally oblivious to Jensen’s aloofness.

“I’m Jared Padalecki.”

Ah. The giant has a name. Jared Padalecki holds his hand out to shake Jensen’s. And, because Jensen’s mama raised him right, he reaches over to clasp said outstretched hand.

“Jensen Ackles.”

Jared Padalecki smiles again. Jensen’s a bit distracted by those frickin’ dimples.

“Pleasure. So, Jensen. What brings you to L.A.?”

Well. That’s… forward.

“Uh, just got back. Filming in Vancouver.”

“Canada. Nice, man. Cold, though, right? I’m not sure I’d be able to stand it. I’m from Texas, myself.”

And Jensen just has to give a small grin at that. He can’t not. Kindred spirits and all that.

“Where ‘bouts in Texas?”

“San Antone,” Jared Padalecki grins wider. Jensen’s kind of blinded a little. “Don’t tell me y’all are from good ol’ Lone Star, too.”

“Born ‘n bred. Richardson, near Dallas.”

Jared Padalecki claps him on the back and rests his hand there for a few seconds. It’s weird how Jensen isn’t creeped out by this.

“No shit! Imagine that. Meetin’ another Texas boy in the middle of L.A.!”

Jensen smiles back at him, again. And damn if he can’t help liking the guy.

Just then the execs come in and sweep Jared Padalecki out of the room. And of course when they come out they’re all “Oh Jared, so nice to meet you, we’ll definitely be in touch”, shaking his hand and smiling like they’ve just found their Sam Winchester.

And, actually? Jensen kind of hates Jared Padalecki.

*****

So the thing is, you can’t not warm up to Jared. Seriously, it’s impossible. He’s like a gigantic puppy-dog that you can’t help being enamored with. Everybody likes Jared. And Jensen’s included in that everybody.

It all starts when Jensen’s agent calls him back to tell him that they chose someone else for the role of Sam Winchester. Jensen smiles ruefully. He knew that Jared Padalecki was Sam Winchester the moment he had walked into the room. Somehow the guy just seemed… right.

It doesn’t stop Jensen’s chest from hurting slightly from the disappointment. It takes him a second to realize that his agent is still talking.

“But, Jensen, they want you to come in again.”

Jensen lets the hope flare up again, just a tiny bit.

“What? Why?”

“They want you for another part. They think you’d make a good Dean.”

Jensen can’t help the smile that jumps on his face. He isn’t getting Sam, but he is getting the part he had originally wanted, which is pretty fucking sweet.

“Really?”

“Yeah. In fact, I’m pretty sure the audition’s just for formalities. It sounds like it’s a sure thing, kid.”

So, despite the initial competition, he and Jared actually start out on the right foot. And they really get along. Like, really. As in, they’ve already gone out for beer and had two Madden marathons before the first week of filming is over.

They just fit. And by the time Dean’s dealing with his chick issues and Sam’s freaking out about premonitions, Jared’s already sent flowers to Jensen’s mama for her birthday, and Jensen’s developed a routine of cooking them both breakfast after crashing at Jared’s after a few too many beers.

“Dude. I’m totally kicking your ass.”

They’re in the middle of one of their Halo marathons, and Jensen is suffering from a pretty brutal ass-kicking. Not that he’s going to admit it.

“Shut up. I can still win.”

He focuses his attention on the television and maniacally punches buttons on his controller.

Jared wins. Stupid Jared. Jensen takes a swig of his beer.

“I hate you.”

Jared just laughs.

“Don’t hate because I’m awesome, Jen.”

And pulls him into a headlock. Jensen struggles against the hold, grabbing the front of Jared’s shirt and pulling at his arm with the other hand, his face pressed against Jared’s side. He smirks and digs his fingers in next to his face. Jensen is so not above tickling to get out of his current situation.

Jared squawks and lets go of Jensen, spluttering and flailing to get away.

And Jensen totally does not find it completely adorable.

Really.

Shit.

*****

“Cut!” the director yells after a particularly emotionally grueling scene, and Jared looks at Jensen and just breaks into one of his blinding smiles. Fucker. He always was able to shake Sam faster than Jensen could Dean.

“That was so awesome, Jen!” Jared grabs him in a bear hug, and Jensen doesn’t even try to fight it. He’s entirely too used to Jared pulling him into random hugs.

That’s doesn’t explain, however, why Jensen relaxes completely into the hug, suddenly shedding Dean with ease as he fists his hands in the back of Sam’s coat. The side of his face is smushed into Jared’s neck, and he inhales deep.

When he becomes aware of the fact that he is sniffing his best friend’s neck he stops and pulls away from Jared. Jared just grins again and bounces towards the food tent, rambling about the “amazing lemon chicken they have today, Jen”.

As Jensen thinks, yeah, he is maybe, potentially, so incredibly screwed.

*****

Jensen is a bit unsure about the whole maybe being gay thing. Well, not gay, per say. Just gay for Jared.

He decides to go online for… research. He’s ten minutes into scanning gay porn, head cocked and a slight grimace on his face, before he decides that maybe he made a mistake. ‘Cause this isn’t really doing much for him.

And then he clicks on the next picture, and one of the guys is tall, muscled, has shaggy brown hair that falls into his eyes, and, well, looks a lot like Jared. The guy’s eyes are screwed shut, and he’s biting his lips as he holds onto the hips of the other guy in the picture.

Jensen gets hard. And before he even thinks about it, he’s shoving his hand down his pants and giving his dick a few hard strokes, coming a few minutes later.

Wow.

Yeah, he’s gay for Jared.

And it’s at this point that Jensen has a bit of a freak out. Because, really. He just jacked off to a photo that reminded him of his best friend. His male best friend. As in, his male best friend, who has a penis. Fuck, Jared has a penis! And he likes Jared! He wants to have sex with Jared!

And then, Jensen stops freaking out. Because, yes. He likes a guy. But this guy is Jared. And, god, that basically explains everything. That makes it ok.

Except for the fact that Jared isn’t gay for Jensen.

Jensen sighs. Because that slight flaw in his situation is an entire world of suck.

Or not suck. And isn’t that his problem in a nutshell.

*****

Jared is driving Jensen abso-fucking-lutely crazy.

He keeps touching Jensen. Jensen’s always been aware that Jared was a pretty tactile guy, but, shit. After his big (small) gay freak out, he’s so fucking aware of it. And it is not helping the situation.

Jared is always hugging Jensen when he gets the chance. Like, just randomly. And Jared’s always standing so close, always resting an arm across Jensen’s shoulders, always guiding him with a hand on the small of Jensen’s back. And the way he falls asleep on Jensen’s shoulder on the ride home, his breath tickling Jensen’s neck, and making him shiver.

Seriously. Crazy.

So Jensen’s almost relieved when Jared suggests that they check out a local bar with Tom and Rosey on Friday night. He thinks this thing for Jared might be some sort of repressed sexual tension. Because Jensen hasn’t had sex with anyone other than his right hand for quite a while. Maybe he can just find some girl and, like, release, or some shit.

On Friday, they walk into the bar, and spot Tom and Rosey in one of those round booths near the back. They make their way over, and Jensen slides in next to Rosey, Jared making them all move round the booth and sliding in next to Jensen instead of just sitting by Tom.

Jared’s thigh is pressed up against Jensen’s and his arm is stretched out, resting behind Jensen’s shoulders.

Jensen reaches for the pitcher of beer, and pours himself a large cup.

They shoot the shit for a couple of hours, going through a few more pitchers of beer and a couple of rounds of shots. He’s laughing at a not-so-funny story Mike is regaling them with, when he realizes that, damn. He’s drunk. Really drunk. He didn’t mean to get drunk, but with all the closeness and the touching and the Jared. Yeah. Inevitable.

His side suddenly feels cold, and when he looks over, Jared’s getting out of the booth. Jensen looks back at Tom with a confused expression on his face.

“Where’s Jared goin’ to?”

Wow. Can we say Texas drawl? Yeah. Drunk.

Tom just laughs uproariously. He’s probably about as drunk as Jensen is.

“More beer, man!”

Jensen grunts, and looks back towards the bar. He’s distracted by Jared leaning over the counter, waving to the bar tender. Then a girl walks into his line of vision, and Jensen’s eyes decide to follow her instead. She has a nice ass, and really nice tits.

Jensen gets up, wobbling a little on his feet, and starts to make his way over to the girl, intent on following through with his getting-over-his-weird-Jared-thing plan. But when he’s made it halfway across to her table, he glances over towards the wall and stops dead.

Leaning against the wall is a tall, long-legged, lean-muscled man. With shaggy brown hair. He reminds Jensen of the guy in that porn picture. Or, you know, Jared.

Fire blazes in his belly, egged on by the copious amounts of alcohol he’s consumed. He would feel bad about thinking about Jared while looking at this guy, but he’s way too drunk to care.

He ambles over and leans against the wall next to the guy. He’s not too drunk, however, to notice the guy look him up and down. Jensen smiles lazily over at him. The alcohol makes him brave (reckless), and he grabs the guy’s sleeve, pulling him around the corner into the short hallway leading to the bathrooms, tripping a little over his own feet.

He stumbles back into the wall, pulling the guy on top of him, hands fisted in the guy’s shirt. The guy smiles and leans into Jensen, one hand on the wall next to Jensen’s head and the other resting on his hip.

“Hey, I’m Mark.”

But thing is, Jensen doesn’t give a flying fuck what this guy’s name is. He knows it’s shallow and cheap and slutty, but he just needs to get off with a stranger, forget about fucking names, forget about fucking familiarity, and forget about fucking Jared and about, well, fucking Jared. So Jensen closes his eyes and pulls the guy down by his shirt and seals their lips together.

The guy feels good up against him, all big and broad, and Jensen feels a little strange, because he’s never wanted big and broad before. But, fuck, it’s kind of hot that this guy would probably be able to pin him against the wall.

The guy’s hips push down against his and Jensen can feel the guy’s hard dick pushing against his own. He moans and pulls away, opening his eyes, and in his drunkenness, half-expects to see hazel eyes looking back at him. It’s a bit of a shock when the eyes are blue, instead. It kind makes Jensen’s stomach hurt a little, so he closes his eyes and tips his head back to lean against the wall.

The guy takes that as an invitation, and starts licking and sucking on Jensen’s neck. Jensen can’t help but tilt his head to give better access. He opens his eyes as he does it, and fuck.

Jared’s standing at the end of the short hallway, his head tilted, almost in imitation of Jensen’s own, with an unreadable look on his face.

Shit, shit, motherfucking shit.

And all Jensen can do is stand there and stare at Jared while some guy is sucking on his neck. And Jared is just standing there staring back. Jensen can’t move, or maybe he doesn’t care to move, but he finally manages to close his eyes again.

And then the lips on his neck are gone, and so is the warm body pressing his against the wall. Jensen makes a noise of protest as he opens his eyes to see what happened.

Jared has pulled the guy away roughly, by the sleeve of his coat. Jensen can hear the guy say “What the fuck, asshole?”, but Jared doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He lets go of the guy and reaches for Jensen. There’s a split second where Jensen thinks Jared’s going to pull him into his arms, and then laughs at his stupid romantic brain when Jared just gently pulls him away from the wall and starts guiding him towards the door.

“Come on, Jen. I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

Jensen doesn’t argue as they walk towards the door, because it’s true. Jensen knows he’s shitfaced. And he knows this never would have happen if he had been sober.

Jensen stumbles as they reach the door, and Jared’s hand moves from his arm to his back, steadying Jensen as they walk towards the car.

Why does Jared have to be so fucking nice? He should totally be yelling at Jensen right now. For being so drunk. For making Jared drive when it was Jensen’s turn. For being gay.

But, no. Of course not. Instead, Jared is settling him into the passenger side of the car and driving them home. And then he’s helping a wobbly Jensen up the front steps of his own house, an arm around Jensen’s waist. And then he’s guiding Jensen into his guest bedroom and stripping off Jensen’s jeans and shirt while Jensen lays almost comatose on the bed.

And it was too bad Jensen was drunk, or he really would have enjoyed that part.

Then Jared is fucking tucking him in. Like he’s a little kid! Except that it’s kind of nice, having someone taking care of him like this.

And, God. Jensen fucking hates Jared for making him feel like this. For making him feel warm and fuzzy and loved and so fucking guilty.

He has the weird sudden urge to cry (totally the alcohol’s fault), so he turns away from Jared, buries his head in his pillow, and passes out.

*****

The next few days are… surprisingly normal. That morning Jensen had woken up mortified, groaning and pulling the covers up over his head. But when he had shuffled into the kitchen, Jared had been as perky and happy as ever, making him coffee and breakfast like nothing had happened the night before. He hadn’t even given Jensen a chance to apologize before he headed out to walk the dogs, and Jensen had just figured if Jared was acting normal then there wasn’t any reason he had to bring up the night before.

But, the thing is, everything seems normal, but… something’s off. Jared doesn’t treat Jensen any differently when they’re together, but… they spend less time together. Jared stops napping on the couch of Jensen’s trailer and starts napping in his own. He starts drinking is own beer, at his own house, instead of Jensen’s. And he’s stopped, well, he’s stopped touching Jensen as much. It’s kind of freaking Jensen out. And he feels like he can’t say anything, because it’s not the kind of thing guy friends talk to each other about.

“Hey, man, why aren’t you all up in my space anymore? I miss it.”

No. That’s stupid.

Jared isn’t being Jared-y anymore, and it bothers Jensen more than he’d like to admit.

They’re playing Halo on the couch, and, as always, Jared is totally kicking ass. Jensen’s character dies for the third time in a row, and Jared crows, dropping his controller and throwing his fists up in the air.

Jensen is pissed.

And not for the reason’s you’d think. Jared beats him all the time at videos games. Hell, Jensen will admit that Jared is the video game master. No, he’s pissed because Jared’s usual reaction to winning a video game is to throw himself on top of Jensen. In Jared’s mind, apparently topping Jensen in a video game actually means he has to be on top of Jensen. Except, now Jared’s acting like a sane person. And it’s fucking weird. And Jensen’s fucking tired of it.

He drops his controller and crosses his arms, glowering at the television. Jared looks over at him and laughs.

“Oh, come on, Jen. Don’t be a sore loser!”

Jensen looks over at Jared and clenches his jaw. He can see when Jared gets it- when it registers that Jensen’s actually mad. He frowns.

“Jensen? Are you- what’s up?”

Jensen glares harder.

“What’s up? You know what, Jared? Fuck you. If you have a problem with me, why don’t you just come out and say it.”

Jared holds up his hands in a placating gesture.

“Well, Jensen, you’re the one freaking out. I don’t have a problem, here.”

Jensen huffs out a humorless laugh.

“Right. Like you haven’t been acting… different around me lately. I don’t care if you don’t wanna be around me anymore,” Jensen cringes internally at the blatant lie. “But man up and admit it. It freaked you out seeing me with that guy! That’s your best friend is… not straight.”

Jensen had started out yelling, but it had tapered off into little more than a murmur. It’s kind of hard to admit it, even with Jared, especially with Jared, because Jared matters the most. And Jared freaking out over his gayness? Well, it hurts like a fucking bitch. Jensen buries his head in his hands.

“Oh…” Jared’s voice is surprisingly soft. “Oh, Jen.”

Jensen feels Jared move closer to him on the couch, and then a hand settles gently on his back. Jensen can’t help but lift his head and lean over until his forehead rests on Jared’s shoulder. He opens up his mouth, and whispers softly into Jared’s bicep.

“I just… I miss you.”

Jared’s arms immediately curl around Jensen and he pulls Jensen closer. Jensen lifts a hand and fists it in the front of Jared’s shirt. He feels stupid and clingy and needy, but it feels so damn good that Jensen doesn’t care. He just relaxes, and lets Jared hold him.

*****

Jensen doesn’t know how long they lay there, but when he wakes up, he’s lying on top of Jared, his face buried in Jared’s neck and his fist still clutching the front of Jared’s shirt. Jared’s arms are still around him, one resting in between Jensen’s shoulder blades, and the other just above the waistband of Jensen’s jeans.

He feels kind of awkward. Guy friends don’t usually fall asleep like this together. But the other part of him (the gay-for-Jared part) admits that this is kind of nice. Really nice. In all honesty? Jensen could get used to waking up like this.

He feels Jared shifting a bit under him, starting to wake up, and Jensen decides not to move, decides to keep breathing the warm, damp air next to Jared neck. And then Jared stops moving, and tenses up.

Oh. Well, shit. Jensen had thought… He immediately lets go of Jared’s shirt and starts to move away, murmuring “Sorry, man” and “Just fell asleep”.

But Jared doesn’t let his arms budge, and relaxes again under him.

“‘S okay, Jen. Just surprised me is all,” Jared’s voice is rough with sleep. Jensen still pulls a bit against Jared’s hold.

“Man, you don’t have to-“

“Jensen,” Jared interrupts him. “I’ve spent weeks trying not to touch you. Now that I’m finally allowed… you better just get used to it.”

Jensen tilts his head to look up at Jared, eyebrows furrowed.

“Not allowed?”

Jared swallows.

“Well, before, I thought there was something- well, and then there was that guy and then I just thought- you know, that it was… yeah.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then it finally dawns on Jensen. Falling asleep on or near him. The near constant touching and hugging. Basically inserting himself into Jensen’s life and making sure Jensen does the same. The weirdness over Jensen making out with another guy.

Oh. Oh.

“I guess my big gay freak-out was over nothing.”

“You had a big gay freak-out?”

“Complete with gay porn surfing.”

Jared throws his head back on the head rest and laughs. Jensen props his head up on his chin to watch, and just smiles.

And then suddenly Jared grabs him by the face, hauls him up, and brushes his lips against Jensen’s, still in the midst of his chuckles.

It’s so Jared.

And something in Jensen’s chest breaks and he’s kissing Jared harder, making Jared stop laughing and gasp instead, and Jensen takes that opportunity to sweep his tongue into Jared’s mouth. And then Jared is kissing him back.

And kissing Jared is nothing like kissing a girl. It’s so much better. Like, a hundred times better, and Jensen’s stomach is swooping and his face is flushing and his body is tingling and-

Jared pulls away.

Jensen growls.

Jared just laughs again, and starts to push Jensen up off of him.

“Don’t worry, Jen…”

And the next thing Jensen knows they’re both naked, and he’s sprawled out on his bed, Jared propped over him, mouthing kisses down his chest and stomach.

It’s kind of overwhelming.

And totally freaking awesome.

And, oh shit, that’s Jared’s tongue on his-

Jensen groans as Jared licks once over his dick, and then groans again, this time with frustration, as Jared moves his mouth to scrape his teeth lightly over Jensen’s hipbone. No, don’t get him wrong, that feels really good. But what would feel better would be-

“Jared.” Jensen tries to sound as calm and unaffected as possible. “Please stop teasing and return your mouth to its previous position.”

Jensen’s kind of proud of that sentence, considering the situation.

Jared, the little (huge) fucker, acts like he doesn’t hear, and keeps licking and scraping, and even biting a little at the skin on Jensen’s inner thighs and lower belly, until Jensen is a squirming mass of want underneath him. He has one arm over his eyes, and the other fisted in Jared’s hair, and he’s gasping on every breath.

“Jay, stop-mmm…stop fucking teasing, jeez…. Hate you te- oooh…”

But that’s all Jensen can manage to pant out before Jared gives a particularly hard suck to the crease below his hipbone. Jensen moans again and moves his arm off of his face to look down.

Jared looks up and locks eyes with Jensen’s as he lifts his head, opens his mouth over Jensen’s dick, and fucking swallows it down.

Holy. Shit.

Jensen throws his head back and cries out. Jared laughs, and those vibrations just do it. Jensen comes. Hard.

And see, Jensen’s always been one to just pass out after sex. He can’t help it. Wham, bam, good night ma’am. Or sir, in this case.

But Jared has crawled back up Jensen’s body, and Jensen can feel him rubbing himself off on Jensen’s hip, and Jensen can’t just leave him like that. So, he musters up the last of his strength, and moves his hand to grab Jared’s cock.

When Jared comes he bites down on Jensen’s shoulder. It kind of hurts. But it’s also kind of ridiculously hot, too. Jensen’s glad he stayed awake for this.

Ten seconds later he’s out like a light.

*****

When Jensen wakes up he’s a little disoriented, because he’s on the wrong side of the bed from where he usually sleeps. But then he remembers the last few hours, and he can’t help smiling.

He turns his head to look at Jared, who’s sprawled out on his stomach. They aren’t curled up together, like the last time they woke up, but Jared’s arm is stretched out across the space between them, and his fingers are resting against Jensen’s side, as if to remind Jared that Jensen really is there, even in his sleep.

Jensen refuses to find that absurdly adorable.

His stomach growls, so he gets up off the bed, moving quietly to avoid waking Jared. He (pretend) can’t find the clothes he had stripped out of, so he pulls on Jared’s old worn jeans, and slips Jared’s hoodie over his head.

Ten minutes later he’s leaning over the stove, waiting for some pasta to cook when arms encircle his waist. Jensen jumps, and Jared just laughs.

“Sorry, Jen.”

Jensen smiles ruefully.

“No you’re not.”

Jared reaches up and pulls on the neck of the hoodie until Jensen’s shoulder is exposed, and then kisses the mouth-shaped bruise that’s forming there.

“No, I’m really not,” he murmurs into Jensen’s skin. Jensen turns around and catches Jared’s mouth with his own. It’s when he pulls away for air when it registers that Jared’s in nothing but boxers. Jensen really appreciates the view, but it’s winter time.

“Jeez, Jay. It’s the middle of January! You didn’t think to put some clothes on?”

Jared quirks his eyebrow and looks down Jensen’s body.

“Someone stole my clothes.”

Oh. Right.

“Well…” Jensen fumbles for an answer. “I couldn’t find mine.”

“Jensen? We’re in your house. Where you keep all of your clothes.”

Jensen blushes.

Jared reaches out and grabs the front of Jensen’s (Jared’s) hoodie, pulling him close so that their foreheads are touching.

“You’re such a girl,” Jared says in a soft voice. Jensen tries to frown, he really does, but it comes out as a huge grin instead.

“I hate you, Padalecki.”

Except for the fact that he doesn’t. He’s actually kind of totally and completely head-over-heels for the guy.

Jared smiles.

“Yeah. I love you, too, Jen.”

*THE END*