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For Working Hard for the Money:
Untitled Comment Fic #1:
Biology 101 is the easiest paying gig Jensen's ever had, including the semester he spent working the front desk at the library, which involved getting paid to do his physics problem sets. The professor's been giving the same lectures for the past thirty years and Jensen could review the material in his sleep, so he spends the class period declining Farmville requests and working on papers. His office hours mostly involve watching Lost on Netflix Instant and answering the occasional email about Punnett squares. It's a piece of cake, and Jensen figures that TAing a second section of the class spring semester will help cover rent on a bigger place next year.
Jensen stands up at the beginning of the class the first day and gives his usual speech about office hours, academic accommodations, and grading policies. It's going according to plan, at least until he's packing up his laptop after the class lets out and he notices someone looming over him.
"So the syllabus says your office hours are in Thomas 448, but you mentioned Prewitt," the kid says, and Jensen looks up to respond and promptly forgets what he was going to say.
Jay has been the biggest model on Corbin Fisher for the past four or five months, all wholesome Texas charm and a seriously stupid cowboy hat. Jensen's willing to own to having a few too many videos of the guy on his hard drive in a Vacation Pictures folder. He doesn't usually follow anyone in particular, but Jay's got a sincere smile and he makes an unbelievable noise when he comes. And he's currently standing in front of Jensen, holding a syllabus and looking unimpressed.
"It's Thomas on Tuesdays," Jensen finally manages, since Jay clearly expects a response. "Prewitt on Thursday evenings. The debate club is using 448, so I had to find somewhere else."
"Thanks," Jay says. "I'll see you, man."
That night, Jensen firmly ignores the link to new videos in his inbox and checks out YouPorn instead, which is obviously just as good. When he jerks off, he definitely isn't thinking about any of the freshman in his class.
By the time office hours roll around, Jensen figures he's safe until Wednesday morning; no one comes during the first week of classes, and either way, Jay - which definitely isn't his real name, but Jensen hasn't stooped to stalking the class roster yet - probably won't show up at all. Jensen's had plenty of students ask about office hours on the first day, but none of them ever show up. At worst, he'll be at a couple of review sessions, and Jensen's totally capable of handling him as part of a group.
Jensen's got it under control, at least until he's pulling up House on Hulu and there's a knock on the door. Jay sticks his head in, with that goddamn charming smile and glasses, and holds up his notebook.
"I started reading ahead, and I have a couple questions on pedigrees," he says. "Is it cool if I ask you?"
Jensen manages not to choke or turn red. "That's what I'm here for."
"Awesome," Jay says, with another smile, and sits down across from Jensen.
An hour later, Jensen knows that Jay's name is Jared Padalecki, that he's seriously overinvested in freshman biology, and that he's a Spurs fan. Jensen's kind of grateful for a flaw.
"So I'll see you on Thursday?" Jared says, on his way out the door, and Jensen realizes that he's seriously fucked.
On Mondays and Wednesday mornings, Jensen spends most of class trying to focus on facebook, not watching Jared take notes, and on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, he teaches him meaningful information about genetics, physiology, and evolution. On Fridays, Jensen usually manages to hold out until at least 10 PM before he caves and watches Jared fucking another guy or tag-teaming some co-ed. Jensen prides himself on compartmentalization, which is why he mostly manages not to notice the fact that Jared bites his lip in the same way when he's solving problem sets as when he's jerking off. It's probably a positive thing for his sanity.
The final exam is a Tuesday on the second week of May, so Jensen's a little surprised to hear a familiar knock at his Thursday office hours for Advanced Organismal.
"So," Jared says, leaning against the doorframe, "did you get the exams graded?"
"Four-oh," Jensen says, dryly. "Although you did miss the multiple choice question on the loop of henle."
"I hate kidneys," Jared says. "So, are you officially no longer my TA?"
"Free and clear," Jensen agrees. "Your grade's turned in and everything."
Jared steps inside, shutting the door behind him. "So," he says. "Did you realize you screw up my name about half the time?"
Jensen pauses. "What?"
"No one here calls me Jay," Jared says, dryly. "Stage name only."
"Shit," Jensen says, finally.
Jared laughs. "I mean, hey, I put it out there. It was just a matter of time. But you should probably cancel your subscription."
"Uh," Jensen says, because Jared probably feels uncomfortable or sexually harassed, and he feels like shit, "yeah, I - of course, I will -"
Jay sits on the edge of the table, pushing Jensen's laptop out of the way. "I'm just saying," he says, with that stupid grin. "It's a little pointless when you're going to be getting it for free."
"What?" Jensen manages.
"In case the whole fucking guys thing didn't make it abundantly clear, I'm kind of gay," Jared says, laughing. "Although it's probably a breach of contract to admit that. And I'm pretty into you. So I'm hoping I can draw on my porn star background to talk you into sex in a classroom, and then you'll let me buy you dinner after."
"Uh," Jensen says, and manages not to fall over in his chair when Jared sinks to his knees.
"Jensen?" Jared says, with a grin.
"Uh, yes, please," Jensen manages, and puts a hand on Jared's shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the back of his neck. He figures that most of the guys Jared sleeps with are scripted, so he probably has high standards to live up to, but he's going to figure it out later.
Jared eases his zipper down, shoving Jensen's jeans and boxers down over his hips, and leans in to press a kiss to his hip, nuzzling over his stomach. "Don't worry, I'm not expecting multiple takes worth of stamina," he teases, with a low grin, and Jensen's kind of relieved, because he almost comes right there.
Jared slides his mouth down over the head of Jensen's cock, sucking hard. It's messy and a little rough, with too much of Jared's teeth, nothing like it looks on camera, and Jensen's kind of stupidly happy about it. Jensen tangles a hand in Jared's hair, not pushing down, and Jared makes a happy noise, sinking down deeper and bringing a hand up to play with Jensen's balls.
"Yeah," Jensen manages, when Jared wraps a hand around the base of his dick, twisting as he sucks harder, and it's only another few minutes before he's coming with a soft whine.
"Jesus," Jared says, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, and Jensen pulls him in for a long, warm kiss, cupping his face.
"I'm on board, except for the part where you should let me buy dinner," Jensen says, finally, with a grin. "Since I think having a boyfriend is probably going to put a stop to the whole faking straight on camera porn career."
"I guess I can live with that," Jared says. "As long as there's more classroom sex."
"Have I mentioned I can deepthroat?" Jensen says, grinning, and pulls Jared down for another kiss when he starts to laugh.
For Girls Just Wanna Have Fun:
Untitled Comment Fic #2
Jensen usually doesn't notice nurses. It's not a thing, exactly - he's not one of those asshole residents - but the hospital has a consortial program with a local college, so there are a lot of nursing students, and Jensen never seems to work with the same one twice. Most of them are right out of high school on the two year path, so they all seem incredibly young, and Jensen's kind of busy trying not to kill any of his patients and learning the ropes.
Which is why it's incredibly inconvenient when he heads into an exam room and almost trips over a supply tray, because he's suddenly very busy paying attention to one, particular nurse.
She's tall and gorgeous, even in totally ridiculous scrubs with puppies all over them, and when she turns around in her chair, it's a little hard to miss the fact that she has a killer smile.
"This is Alex," she says. "He fell off his bike. Pretty spectacularly, I might add."
She hands the chart to Jensen. "I talked mom into getting a cup of coffee in the cafeteria, she'll be back soon, but all the consent paper work's in there."
The patient can't be more than five or six - six, from a quick glance at his DOB - and he looks terrified, but he brightens a little when the nurse ruffles his hair.
"Dr. Ackles is going to take a look at your arm and your chin," she says. "And if you're really nice to him, you might get to head with me on a special trip to take a picture of the inside of your wrist. Awesome, right?"
From the look of Alex's wrist, an x-ray is a foregone conclusion, but Jensen washes his hands, pulls on his gloves and takes a seat by the edge of the bed. "I'd say that sounds like a pretty good plan," he says. "Let's make a deal, you get to hang out with -" He glances at her ID badge, blinking a couple of times at the last name. "Uh, your new friend, as long as you promise to be a little more careful with your bike next time."
"Okay," Alex says, and he manages not to flinch while Jensen examines the cut on his chin and checks his pupils to make sure everything's normal. The wrist is really swollen, but Jensen sees him moving his fingers a little, which is probably a good sign.
"She'll be right back," he promises, and steps into the hallway, waiting for the nurse and trying to focus on anything but the fact that when she stands up, she's almost as tall as him.
"Padalecki," she says, when they're in the hall.
Jensen pauses. "What?"
"Padalecki," she says, laughing. "My last name is Padalecki. But everyone around here calls me Jay. For Jared. And yeah, I know - my dad filled out the birth certificate before my mom came to, he wanted a boy."
"Uh," Jensen says.
"Sorry, probably more than you needed to know," Jay says, with a grin. "Are you new?"
"I'm a resident," Jensen manages. "I started last month."
"Yeah, they stick you with a lot of night shifts right out of the gate," she says. "I'm usually in peds during the day, but they're really short over here right now, so I'm working nights for a couple weeks. We'll probably be seeing a lot of each other."
"Great," Jensen manages. "I want to talk with the parents before we send him anywhere, but he definitely needs a trip to radiology for the wrist. I'll come back and stitch up his chin while we're waiting on the films, have the head nurse page me when you get back."
She laughs again, and Jensen doesn't really get the joke until she pats his shoulder.
"I am the head of nursing," she says. "But I'll let you know."
Jensen is seriously screwed.
True to her prediction, Jensen manages to see Jared everywhere over his next few shifts. Mostly, he manages to act like an actual professional, but there's an embarrassing situation with a tray of instruments and Jared bending over, and an even better period of time where they get stuck in an elevator together twice in two days. Jensen doesn't really appreciate it when his life starts resembling Grey's Anatomy.
Then, Jensen gets the call from hell. He's on for forty-eight, which means he's running on almost no sleep, and he loses three patients in a row in the ER, a gunshot, an overdose, a heart attack, before he can even call the code to try to do anything about it. He's mostly running on adrenaline while he tries to decide what tests to run first with a possible appendicitis case, and he really doesn't need it when one of the nurses starts throwing up half way through his shift. He's got a fever over 100, so Jensen can't in good conscience continue to let him work, which means he's seriously short staffed. The lab's running forty minutes behind schedule, the waiting room is full, and he hasn't actually had a meal since the banana he wolfed down at breakfast. He's paging through a chart full of totally illegible notes when he feels someone put a hand on his shoulder and smells coffee.
"Sit," Jay says, firmly, guiding him to a chair behind the nurses' station. She passes over an egg salad sandwich, a cafeteria cookie, and an enormous cup of coffee. Jensen's never been so glad to see anyone in his life.
"It's your night off," he protests, which is kind of obvious, because she's wearing a dress and heels. Fortunately, he's too tired to really stare.
"You seriously needed back up," she says. "I called in another lab tech." She grins. "And look on the bright side, you saved me from the world's most awkward date."
Jensen eats his sandwich on autopilot, drinking half the coffee before he manages to respond to anything. "It's got to be pretty bad when you'd rather be at work," he says, dryly, trying not to get jealous.
"I'd pretty much always rather be hanging out with you," Jay says, with a wink, and before Jensen has time to process, she takes the chart.
"I'll get the bloodwork started on this one," she says. "You finish dinner."
A couple of hours later, Jensen's finishing up the last of his paperwork in the break room, and even if it's been a godawful evening, he's really glad Jared was around. He's contemplating getting her appreciatory flowers, or possibly some sort of coffee gift certificate, when she hops up on the table next to his files, wearing balloon animal scrubs and some hospital slippers.
"So I was thinking," she says, with a grin that Jensen doesn't really recognize, "you're probably too tired to drive home."
"I was going to crash in an on-call room for a couple hours," Jensen admits.
"Or you could come crash at my place," Jared suggests, with a slightly bigger grin. "The on-call room is great, but one of your options includes morning sex and pancakes. And just so we're clear, I make unbelievable pancakes."
"Uh," Jensen manages, because - his life. He's pretty sure it's unfair for things like this to happen when he's been awake for two days straight.
"Or I could have totally misread the signals, and you could forget that offer," Jared says, finally, after an extended pause on Jensen's part, and he should probably put his thoughts together, but leaning up and kissing her seems like a much better plan.
She tastes like chapstick and coffee, her mouth warm underneath his, and she finally fists a hand in the collar of his scrubs and pulls him in, it's everything he's been thinking about for the past month.
"I really like pancakes," Jensen manages, finally, when they've both pulled back to breathe, and Jared pulls back, laughing.
"Pancakes it is," she says, and heads toward the door, waiting for him to follow.
For Working Hard for the Money:
Untitled Comment Fic #1:
Biology 101 is the easiest paying gig Jensen's ever had, including the semester he spent working the front desk at the library, which involved getting paid to do his physics problem sets. The professor's been giving the same lectures for the past thirty years and Jensen could review the material in his sleep, so he spends the class period declining Farmville requests and working on papers. His office hours mostly involve watching Lost on Netflix Instant and answering the occasional email about Punnett squares. It's a piece of cake, and Jensen figures that TAing a second section of the class spring semester will help cover rent on a bigger place next year.
Jensen stands up at the beginning of the class the first day and gives his usual speech about office hours, academic accommodations, and grading policies. It's going according to plan, at least until he's packing up his laptop after the class lets out and he notices someone looming over him.
"So the syllabus says your office hours are in Thomas 448, but you mentioned Prewitt," the kid says, and Jensen looks up to respond and promptly forgets what he was going to say.
Jay has been the biggest model on Corbin Fisher for the past four or five months, all wholesome Texas charm and a seriously stupid cowboy hat. Jensen's willing to own to having a few too many videos of the guy on his hard drive in a Vacation Pictures folder. He doesn't usually follow anyone in particular, but Jay's got a sincere smile and he makes an unbelievable noise when he comes. And he's currently standing in front of Jensen, holding a syllabus and looking unimpressed.
"It's Thomas on Tuesdays," Jensen finally manages, since Jay clearly expects a response. "Prewitt on Thursday evenings. The debate club is using 448, so I had to find somewhere else."
"Thanks," Jay says. "I'll see you, man."
That night, Jensen firmly ignores the link to new videos in his inbox and checks out YouPorn instead, which is obviously just as good. When he jerks off, he definitely isn't thinking about any of the freshman in his class.
By the time office hours roll around, Jensen figures he's safe until Wednesday morning; no one comes during the first week of classes, and either way, Jay - which definitely isn't his real name, but Jensen hasn't stooped to stalking the class roster yet - probably won't show up at all. Jensen's had plenty of students ask about office hours on the first day, but none of them ever show up. At worst, he'll be at a couple of review sessions, and Jensen's totally capable of handling him as part of a group.
Jensen's got it under control, at least until he's pulling up House on Hulu and there's a knock on the door. Jay sticks his head in, with that goddamn charming smile and glasses, and holds up his notebook.
"I started reading ahead, and I have a couple questions on pedigrees," he says. "Is it cool if I ask you?"
Jensen manages not to choke or turn red. "That's what I'm here for."
"Awesome," Jay says, with another smile, and sits down across from Jensen.
An hour later, Jensen knows that Jay's name is Jared Padalecki, that he's seriously overinvested in freshman biology, and that he's a Spurs fan. Jensen's kind of grateful for a flaw.
"So I'll see you on Thursday?" Jared says, on his way out the door, and Jensen realizes that he's seriously fucked.
On Mondays and Wednesday mornings, Jensen spends most of class trying to focus on facebook, not watching Jared take notes, and on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, he teaches him meaningful information about genetics, physiology, and evolution. On Fridays, Jensen usually manages to hold out until at least 10 PM before he caves and watches Jared fucking another guy or tag-teaming some co-ed. Jensen prides himself on compartmentalization, which is why he mostly manages not to notice the fact that Jared bites his lip in the same way when he's solving problem sets as when he's jerking off. It's probably a positive thing for his sanity.
The final exam is a Tuesday on the second week of May, so Jensen's a little surprised to hear a familiar knock at his Thursday office hours for Advanced Organismal.
"So," Jared says, leaning against the doorframe, "did you get the exams graded?"
"Four-oh," Jensen says, dryly. "Although you did miss the multiple choice question on the loop of henle."
"I hate kidneys," Jared says. "So, are you officially no longer my TA?"
"Free and clear," Jensen agrees. "Your grade's turned in and everything."
Jared steps inside, shutting the door behind him. "So," he says. "Did you realize you screw up my name about half the time?"
Jensen pauses. "What?"
"No one here calls me Jay," Jared says, dryly. "Stage name only."
"Shit," Jensen says, finally.
Jared laughs. "I mean, hey, I put it out there. It was just a matter of time. But you should probably cancel your subscription."
"Uh," Jensen says, because Jared probably feels uncomfortable or sexually harassed, and he feels like shit, "yeah, I - of course, I will -"
Jay sits on the edge of the table, pushing Jensen's laptop out of the way. "I'm just saying," he says, with that stupid grin. "It's a little pointless when you're going to be getting it for free."
"What?" Jensen manages.
"In case the whole fucking guys thing didn't make it abundantly clear, I'm kind of gay," Jared says, laughing. "Although it's probably a breach of contract to admit that. And I'm pretty into you. So I'm hoping I can draw on my porn star background to talk you into sex in a classroom, and then you'll let me buy you dinner after."
"Uh," Jensen says, and manages not to fall over in his chair when Jared sinks to his knees.
"Jensen?" Jared says, with a grin.
"Uh, yes, please," Jensen manages, and puts a hand on Jared's shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the back of his neck. He figures that most of the guys Jared sleeps with are scripted, so he probably has high standards to live up to, but he's going to figure it out later.
Jared eases his zipper down, shoving Jensen's jeans and boxers down over his hips, and leans in to press a kiss to his hip, nuzzling over his stomach. "Don't worry, I'm not expecting multiple takes worth of stamina," he teases, with a low grin, and Jensen's kind of relieved, because he almost comes right there.
Jared slides his mouth down over the head of Jensen's cock, sucking hard. It's messy and a little rough, with too much of Jared's teeth, nothing like it looks on camera, and Jensen's kind of stupidly happy about it. Jensen tangles a hand in Jared's hair, not pushing down, and Jared makes a happy noise, sinking down deeper and bringing a hand up to play with Jensen's balls.
"Yeah," Jensen manages, when Jared wraps a hand around the base of his dick, twisting as he sucks harder, and it's only another few minutes before he's coming with a soft whine.
"Jesus," Jared says, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, and Jensen pulls him in for a long, warm kiss, cupping his face.
"I'm on board, except for the part where you should let me buy dinner," Jensen says, finally, with a grin. "Since I think having a boyfriend is probably going to put a stop to the whole faking straight on camera porn career."
"I guess I can live with that," Jared says. "As long as there's more classroom sex."
"Have I mentioned I can deepthroat?" Jensen says, grinning, and pulls Jared down for another kiss when he starts to laugh.
For Girls Just Wanna Have Fun:
Untitled Comment Fic #2
Jensen usually doesn't notice nurses. It's not a thing, exactly - he's not one of those asshole residents - but the hospital has a consortial program with a local college, so there are a lot of nursing students, and Jensen never seems to work with the same one twice. Most of them are right out of high school on the two year path, so they all seem incredibly young, and Jensen's kind of busy trying not to kill any of his patients and learning the ropes.
Which is why it's incredibly inconvenient when he heads into an exam room and almost trips over a supply tray, because he's suddenly very busy paying attention to one, particular nurse.
She's tall and gorgeous, even in totally ridiculous scrubs with puppies all over them, and when she turns around in her chair, it's a little hard to miss the fact that she has a killer smile.
"This is Alex," she says. "He fell off his bike. Pretty spectacularly, I might add."
She hands the chart to Jensen. "I talked mom into getting a cup of coffee in the cafeteria, she'll be back soon, but all the consent paper work's in there."
The patient can't be more than five or six - six, from a quick glance at his DOB - and he looks terrified, but he brightens a little when the nurse ruffles his hair.
"Dr. Ackles is going to take a look at your arm and your chin," she says. "And if you're really nice to him, you might get to head with me on a special trip to take a picture of the inside of your wrist. Awesome, right?"
From the look of Alex's wrist, an x-ray is a foregone conclusion, but Jensen washes his hands, pulls on his gloves and takes a seat by the edge of the bed. "I'd say that sounds like a pretty good plan," he says. "Let's make a deal, you get to hang out with -" He glances at her ID badge, blinking a couple of times at the last name. "Uh, your new friend, as long as you promise to be a little more careful with your bike next time."
"Okay," Alex says, and he manages not to flinch while Jensen examines the cut on his chin and checks his pupils to make sure everything's normal. The wrist is really swollen, but Jensen sees him moving his fingers a little, which is probably a good sign.
"She'll be right back," he promises, and steps into the hallway, waiting for the nurse and trying to focus on anything but the fact that when she stands up, she's almost as tall as him.
"Padalecki," she says, when they're in the hall.
Jensen pauses. "What?"
"Padalecki," she says, laughing. "My last name is Padalecki. But everyone around here calls me Jay. For Jared. And yeah, I know - my dad filled out the birth certificate before my mom came to, he wanted a boy."
"Uh," Jensen says.
"Sorry, probably more than you needed to know," Jay says, with a grin. "Are you new?"
"I'm a resident," Jensen manages. "I started last month."
"Yeah, they stick you with a lot of night shifts right out of the gate," she says. "I'm usually in peds during the day, but they're really short over here right now, so I'm working nights for a couple weeks. We'll probably be seeing a lot of each other."
"Great," Jensen manages. "I want to talk with the parents before we send him anywhere, but he definitely needs a trip to radiology for the wrist. I'll come back and stitch up his chin while we're waiting on the films, have the head nurse page me when you get back."
She laughs again, and Jensen doesn't really get the joke until she pats his shoulder.
"I am the head of nursing," she says. "But I'll let you know."
Jensen is seriously screwed.
True to her prediction, Jensen manages to see Jared everywhere over his next few shifts. Mostly, he manages to act like an actual professional, but there's an embarrassing situation with a tray of instruments and Jared bending over, and an even better period of time where they get stuck in an elevator together twice in two days. Jensen doesn't really appreciate it when his life starts resembling Grey's Anatomy.
Then, Jensen gets the call from hell. He's on for forty-eight, which means he's running on almost no sleep, and he loses three patients in a row in the ER, a gunshot, an overdose, a heart attack, before he can even call the code to try to do anything about it. He's mostly running on adrenaline while he tries to decide what tests to run first with a possible appendicitis case, and he really doesn't need it when one of the nurses starts throwing up half way through his shift. He's got a fever over 100, so Jensen can't in good conscience continue to let him work, which means he's seriously short staffed. The lab's running forty minutes behind schedule, the waiting room is full, and he hasn't actually had a meal since the banana he wolfed down at breakfast. He's paging through a chart full of totally illegible notes when he feels someone put a hand on his shoulder and smells coffee.
"Sit," Jay says, firmly, guiding him to a chair behind the nurses' station. She passes over an egg salad sandwich, a cafeteria cookie, and an enormous cup of coffee. Jensen's never been so glad to see anyone in his life.
"It's your night off," he protests, which is kind of obvious, because she's wearing a dress and heels. Fortunately, he's too tired to really stare.
"You seriously needed back up," she says. "I called in another lab tech." She grins. "And look on the bright side, you saved me from the world's most awkward date."
Jensen eats his sandwich on autopilot, drinking half the coffee before he manages to respond to anything. "It's got to be pretty bad when you'd rather be at work," he says, dryly, trying not to get jealous.
"I'd pretty much always rather be hanging out with you," Jay says, with a wink, and before Jensen has time to process, she takes the chart.
"I'll get the bloodwork started on this one," she says. "You finish dinner."
A couple of hours later, Jensen's finishing up the last of his paperwork in the break room, and even if it's been a godawful evening, he's really glad Jared was around. He's contemplating getting her appreciatory flowers, or possibly some sort of coffee gift certificate, when she hops up on the table next to his files, wearing balloon animal scrubs and some hospital slippers.
"So I was thinking," she says, with a grin that Jensen doesn't really recognize, "you're probably too tired to drive home."
"I was going to crash in an on-call room for a couple hours," Jensen admits.
"Or you could come crash at my place," Jared suggests, with a slightly bigger grin. "The on-call room is great, but one of your options includes morning sex and pancakes. And just so we're clear, I make unbelievable pancakes."
"Uh," Jensen manages, because - his life. He's pretty sure it's unfair for things like this to happen when he's been awake for two days straight.
"Or I could have totally misread the signals, and you could forget that offer," Jared says, finally, after an extended pause on Jensen's part, and he should probably put his thoughts together, but leaning up and kissing her seems like a much better plan.
She tastes like chapstick and coffee, her mouth warm underneath his, and she finally fists a hand in the collar of his scrubs and pulls him in, it's everything he's been thinking about for the past month.
"I really like pancakes," Jensen manages, finally, when they've both pulled back to breathe, and Jared pulls back, laughing.
"Pancakes it is," she says, and heads toward the door, waiting for him to follow.