FIC: Tequila and Texmex (CWRPS, Jared/Jensen, NC-17)
Title: Tequila and Texmex
Author: sparkysparky
Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: This is fiction. None of this happened this way, and I do not truly believe Jared and Jensen are boning.
Summary: Jensen and Danneel break up. Jared helps Jensen deal. Set sometime in the future, well after the Sandy/Jared split.
Notes: Thanks to acquiescence_ for initial cheerleading and titti for the beta. Written for the j2_spn_100days challenge!
"Jensen, this isn't working," Danneel says, sitting up suddenly.
Jensen, from his place on the other side of the bed, looks up from the script he'd been reading. His glasses glint in the lamplight, dimming the brilliance of those green eyes. "What?" he asks, rather stupidly she thinks. "What's not working?"
Danneel sighs in frustration, and gestures wildly between them, nearly knocking Jensen's glasses off with her hand. "This, Jensen. Us. It's Friday night, not even eleven o'clock, and we're in bed. And we're not fucking." She stands and looks down at Jensen with liquid eyes. "I don't…I don't think I can do this anymore."
She starts gathering her clothes, slowly, to give Jensen time to stop her. Time for him to do something. Ask her to stay, tell her that he loves her, that he can't live without her. Anything to let her know he wants her in his life, that he loves her above all others. When he doesn't, when he just lays there in bed, script in his lap and does nothing, she feels a small part of her heart break. She's always hoped that she would come first for him; come before the scripts and Jared fucking Padalecki. She knows now it was a false hope.
"I'll be by for my things in the morning. I think it would be best if you weren't here." She doesn't look at him again, can't. Just before she leaves the bedroom she says, voice cold and scathing, "I guess Riley was right about you. You really are a fag." Then she's gone, and doesn't think of him again.
***
1 Month Later
"Dude, it's really not a big deal," Jensen says into the phone. Jared looks up from the script he's reviewing, questions in his eyes. Jensen rolls his eyes at Jared and mouths, Steve.
Jared got it then; Chris or Steve have been calling almost every day since Danneel left, certain that Jensen's masking his pain behind an emotionless exterior. Jared thinks that's crap. He'd gotten Jensen rip-roaringly drunk the day after Danneel left, and they'd gone to a bar where they'd both fucked some random bar-girl, and that had been the end of it. Broken heart solved.
"I'm fucking serious, dude. I'm not broken up about her leaving." He pauses for a moment; Steve's obviously going on and on about how Jensen needs to own his emotions and move on, or some other self-help crap that Jared thinks probably does more harm than good.
"No, I don't need you and Chris to come up," Jensen says, his eyebrows narrowing in annoyance, or maybe embarrassment. Jared has never been real good at sensing emotions. "Stop being a fucking chick about this. We broke up, it wasn't a big deal, and I'm not nursing any sort of broken heart about it." He rolls his eyes again, and grimaces comically at Jared. "Look, I gotta go. Manning will kick my ass if I'm late on-set." He's silent for a minute. "Look, I promise I'll call if I feel like jumping off a building or something." He's smiling a little now, Jared notices, even though he's still got the brow thing going on. "Me too, talk to you later, dude."
Jared smirks as Jensen presses the button that disconnects the call. "Dude, for country rednecks they sure are in touch with their emotions," Jared teases.
"Shut up," Jensen says, punching Jared in the shoulder. "Just because you're an emotionally closed closed-off asshole, it doesn't mean everyone is."
"Oh baby, you say the sweetest things," Jared drawls, letting the Texas out. He stands and stretches, and doesn't miss the way Jensen's eyes stray to the patch of stomach the movement shows. His smirk deepens as he lets his arms fall back down to his side, but he doesn't say anything. Neither of them does. They've each perfected the art of pretending not to look, pretending not to notice as the other steals a glance, pretending not to care over the past four years.
Jared does have his own suspicions why Jensen isn't more torn up over Danneel's leaving him, and none of them has to do with a broken heart. He thinks that maybe it's time to stop pretending not to notice. He's got a little thinking to do, and now is not the time to make the decision whether to jump Jensen or not.
"Well, if you're done with your girl talk, we really do need to get back on set," he says, reaching out and hauling Jensen out of the chair.
"Yeah, yeah," Jensen mutters, a slight flush high on his cheeks. Jared fights the urge to lick the freckles not even stage-makeup could hide, and leads the way out of his trailer to make-up.
***
They go to Jared's after filming; something that's been routine since season one. Now, it's four years later, and they haven't broken the habit more than a handful of times. Mostly they're too tired to do anything but play Madden, get drunk and stuff themselves with homemade Texmex. They'd tried, in the beginning, to get Shiner shipped up from Texas, but it was confiscated at the border. Now they make do with Tequila and chili-cheese nachos, extra spicy. As far as combinations go, it's not bad.
Tonight is no different; Jared has the Jose and nachos ready by the time Jensen arrives, and the Playstation 3 is ready to go up on the giant plasma TV. The dogs are going nuts trying to get at the chili, and Jared laughs before pouring a little into each of their bowls. It will at least keep them from bowling Jensen over as they normally do. Besides Jared, Jensen is their favorite person.
"Dude, your dogs are gonna fuckin' get fat; you keep feedin' 'em like that," Jensen drawls from the doorway after Jared has let him in. He's not sure why Jensen still insists on knocking, but doesn't say anything about it. Jensen can be sensitive sometimes, and Jared doesn't do sensitive. Not with chicks, and definitely not with other guys.
"They inherited my metabolism," Jared says, patting his flat stomach with a grin.
Jensen snorts and punches Jared as he brushes past to kneel by the dogs for a hello pat. "That's disturbing, Jare. I don't need reminders about how obsessed you are with your dogs."
Jensen glances up at Jared in a way that shoots straight to Jared's cock and he nearly forgets about Playstation and beer; he's too distracted by the way Jensen looks on his knees.
"Shut the fuck up," he says. It's a better response than pulling his pants down and telling Jensen to suck his cock. "When you're done rolling around with my dogs, we've got nachos and Grand Theft with our names on it."
***
Hours later, the bottle of Jose is three-quarters empty and they've killed a thousand hookers. The nachos are nothing but a memory, and Jared is feeling very relaxed and happy and warm. Drunk is nice feeling, he thinks, snickering to himself. He finishes kicking in the hooker's head, crowing delight as she finally dies, and glances over at Jensen. Who, apparently, has fallen asleep; bottle of tequila held loosely between his knees. Jared reaches out and snags the bottle, tipping it back to his lips and taking a long drink. The tequila burns going down, and he wipes his lips with the back of his hand when he's done.
He leans forward, placing both the controller and the bottle on the table, then turns so he's on his knees beside Jensen. He shakes Jensen awake; leans in and kisses him before Jensen can speak. It's a sloppy kiss; wet and there's too much tongue and someone's nose gets in the way and Jensen's glasses are digging into Jared's cheek; but it's good.
Jared pulls back just enough to grab Jensen's glasses and toss them away. He ignores Jensen's squawk of protest, dives in for another kiss instead. This kiss is smoother; there's less saliva and they know which way to tilt their heads now. Jared wraps a hand around Jensen's neck, holds him still so he can finally get his lips on those freckles that have been driving him crazy for years. He bites Jensen's cheek, loves the way that makes Jensen growl.
Soon, they're naked. Jared doesn't remember how they got that way, is just thrilled that they finally are Somehow he's on his knees in front of the couch; Jensen splayed out on the cushions. He leans in, sniffs Jensen's crotch deeply; the scent goes straight to his cock and he thrusts helplessly against the couch. He teases Jensen for long moments, biting at his thighs, nosing under his balls, but never touching his cock. Finally Jensen's had enough; he fists his hands in Jared's hair and forces Jared's mouth to his cock.
"Pushy," Jared mumbles, before sucking Jensen down to the root. He doesn't tease now, simply hollowing his cheeks and sucks until Jensen is straining up to fuck his mouth. Jared lets him; he's long since learned the art of having his face fucked. He reaches up and slips a couple of fingers alongside Jensen's cock, gets them good and wet. He doesn't give Jensen any warning before he thrusts them both inside Jen's ass; searching and finding the hidden bundle of nerves he knew felt so good.
Jensen shouts in surprise; eyes flying open. Jared looks up through his lashes and grins around Jensen's cock. Jensen's eyes are wide with a combination of pain and pleasure. Jared wants to see more of it, wants to drive Jensen higher, until he loses all of that tightly wound control. He moves his fingers roughly, stabbing Jensen's prostate as he sucks him deeper. Jensen is making these half grunt, half whimper noises that are driving Jared crazy, and he thrusts his own cock harder against the couch.
"Jare, fuck, gonna come," Jensen says, fingers gripping Jared's hair tight, trying to pull him away. Jared adds a third finger, stretching Jensen wide, and swallows Jensen's sperm as he comes. Jared comes as well, fucking the couch until the friction and the taste of Jensen's spunk in his mouth is enough to get him off. He keeps sucking as Jensen softens in his mouth. Doesn't pull back until Jensen is tugging insistently at his hair.
They don't speak as they clean each other up and stumble to Jared's bed. They're not chicks; neither of them needs platitudes or reassurance. Jared has always liked cuddling though, and curls around Jensen as they fall into bed. They both know this has been long time coming; they both know it's not over and done with yet. But they don't need to talk about it.
Except, apparently, Jensen does feel the need to say one thing before drifting to sleep.
"Think I should tell Danneel that yes, Riley was right?" Jensen mumbles. "That yes, I am a fag?"
It makes Jared laugh into the back of Jensen's neck, and pull him closer. "Go to sleep, Jen. You can write her an email in the morning."
Author: sparkysparky
Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: This is fiction. None of this happened this way, and I do not truly believe Jared and Jensen are boning.
Summary: Jensen and Danneel break up. Jared helps Jensen deal. Set sometime in the future, well after the Sandy/Jared split.
Notes: Thanks to acquiescence_ for initial cheerleading and titti for the beta. Written for the j2_spn_100days challenge!
"Jensen, this isn't working," Danneel says, sitting up suddenly.
Jensen, from his place on the other side of the bed, looks up from the script he'd been reading. His glasses glint in the lamplight, dimming the brilliance of those green eyes. "What?" he asks, rather stupidly she thinks. "What's not working?"
Danneel sighs in frustration, and gestures wildly between them, nearly knocking Jensen's glasses off with her hand. "This, Jensen. Us. It's Friday night, not even eleven o'clock, and we're in bed. And we're not fucking." She stands and looks down at Jensen with liquid eyes. "I don't…I don't think I can do this anymore."
She starts gathering her clothes, slowly, to give Jensen time to stop her. Time for him to do something. Ask her to stay, tell her that he loves her, that he can't live without her. Anything to let her know he wants her in his life, that he loves her above all others. When he doesn't, when he just lays there in bed, script in his lap and does nothing, she feels a small part of her heart break. She's always hoped that she would come first for him; come before the scripts and Jared fucking Padalecki. She knows now it was a false hope.
"I'll be by for my things in the morning. I think it would be best if you weren't here." She doesn't look at him again, can't. Just before she leaves the bedroom she says, voice cold and scathing, "I guess Riley was right about you. You really are a fag." Then she's gone, and doesn't think of him again.
***
1 Month Later
"Dude, it's really not a big deal," Jensen says into the phone. Jared looks up from the script he's reviewing, questions in his eyes. Jensen rolls his eyes at Jared and mouths, Steve.
Jared got it then; Chris or Steve have been calling almost every day since Danneel left, certain that Jensen's masking his pain behind an emotionless exterior. Jared thinks that's crap. He'd gotten Jensen rip-roaringly drunk the day after Danneel left, and they'd gone to a bar where they'd both fucked some random bar-girl, and that had been the end of it. Broken heart solved.
"I'm fucking serious, dude. I'm not broken up about her leaving." He pauses for a moment; Steve's obviously going on and on about how Jensen needs to own his emotions and move on, or some other self-help crap that Jared thinks probably does more harm than good.
"No, I don't need you and Chris to come up," Jensen says, his eyebrows narrowing in annoyance, or maybe embarrassment. Jared has never been real good at sensing emotions. "Stop being a fucking chick about this. We broke up, it wasn't a big deal, and I'm not nursing any sort of broken heart about it." He rolls his eyes again, and grimaces comically at Jared. "Look, I gotta go. Manning will kick my ass if I'm late on-set." He's silent for a minute. "Look, I promise I'll call if I feel like jumping off a building or something." He's smiling a little now, Jared notices, even though he's still got the brow thing going on. "Me too, talk to you later, dude."
Jared smirks as Jensen presses the button that disconnects the call. "Dude, for country rednecks they sure are in touch with their emotions," Jared teases.
"Shut up," Jensen says, punching Jared in the shoulder. "Just because you're an emotionally closed closed-off asshole, it doesn't mean everyone is."
"Oh baby, you say the sweetest things," Jared drawls, letting the Texas out. He stands and stretches, and doesn't miss the way Jensen's eyes stray to the patch of stomach the movement shows. His smirk deepens as he lets his arms fall back down to his side, but he doesn't say anything. Neither of them does. They've each perfected the art of pretending not to look, pretending not to notice as the other steals a glance, pretending not to care over the past four years.
Jared does have his own suspicions why Jensen isn't more torn up over Danneel's leaving him, and none of them has to do with a broken heart. He thinks that maybe it's time to stop pretending not to notice. He's got a little thinking to do, and now is not the time to make the decision whether to jump Jensen or not.
"Well, if you're done with your girl talk, we really do need to get back on set," he says, reaching out and hauling Jensen out of the chair.
"Yeah, yeah," Jensen mutters, a slight flush high on his cheeks. Jared fights the urge to lick the freckles not even stage-makeup could hide, and leads the way out of his trailer to make-up.
***
They go to Jared's after filming; something that's been routine since season one. Now, it's four years later, and they haven't broken the habit more than a handful of times. Mostly they're too tired to do anything but play Madden, get drunk and stuff themselves with homemade Texmex. They'd tried, in the beginning, to get Shiner shipped up from Texas, but it was confiscated at the border. Now they make do with Tequila and chili-cheese nachos, extra spicy. As far as combinations go, it's not bad.
Tonight is no different; Jared has the Jose and nachos ready by the time Jensen arrives, and the Playstation 3 is ready to go up on the giant plasma TV. The dogs are going nuts trying to get at the chili, and Jared laughs before pouring a little into each of their bowls. It will at least keep them from bowling Jensen over as they normally do. Besides Jared, Jensen is their favorite person.
"Dude, your dogs are gonna fuckin' get fat; you keep feedin' 'em like that," Jensen drawls from the doorway after Jared has let him in. He's not sure why Jensen still insists on knocking, but doesn't say anything about it. Jensen can be sensitive sometimes, and Jared doesn't do sensitive. Not with chicks, and definitely not with other guys.
"They inherited my metabolism," Jared says, patting his flat stomach with a grin.
Jensen snorts and punches Jared as he brushes past to kneel by the dogs for a hello pat. "That's disturbing, Jare. I don't need reminders about how obsessed you are with your dogs."
Jensen glances up at Jared in a way that shoots straight to Jared's cock and he nearly forgets about Playstation and beer; he's too distracted by the way Jensen looks on his knees.
"Shut the fuck up," he says. It's a better response than pulling his pants down and telling Jensen to suck his cock. "When you're done rolling around with my dogs, we've got nachos and Grand Theft with our names on it."
***
Hours later, the bottle of Jose is three-quarters empty and they've killed a thousand hookers. The nachos are nothing but a memory, and Jared is feeling very relaxed and happy and warm. Drunk is nice feeling, he thinks, snickering to himself. He finishes kicking in the hooker's head, crowing delight as she finally dies, and glances over at Jensen. Who, apparently, has fallen asleep; bottle of tequila held loosely between his knees. Jared reaches out and snags the bottle, tipping it back to his lips and taking a long drink. The tequila burns going down, and he wipes his lips with the back of his hand when he's done.
He leans forward, placing both the controller and the bottle on the table, then turns so he's on his knees beside Jensen. He shakes Jensen awake; leans in and kisses him before Jensen can speak. It's a sloppy kiss; wet and there's too much tongue and someone's nose gets in the way and Jensen's glasses are digging into Jared's cheek; but it's good.
Jared pulls back just enough to grab Jensen's glasses and toss them away. He ignores Jensen's squawk of protest, dives in for another kiss instead. This kiss is smoother; there's less saliva and they know which way to tilt their heads now. Jared wraps a hand around Jensen's neck, holds him still so he can finally get his lips on those freckles that have been driving him crazy for years. He bites Jensen's cheek, loves the way that makes Jensen growl.
Soon, they're naked. Jared doesn't remember how they got that way, is just thrilled that they finally are Somehow he's on his knees in front of the couch; Jensen splayed out on the cushions. He leans in, sniffs Jensen's crotch deeply; the scent goes straight to his cock and he thrusts helplessly against the couch. He teases Jensen for long moments, biting at his thighs, nosing under his balls, but never touching his cock. Finally Jensen's had enough; he fists his hands in Jared's hair and forces Jared's mouth to his cock.
"Pushy," Jared mumbles, before sucking Jensen down to the root. He doesn't tease now, simply hollowing his cheeks and sucks until Jensen is straining up to fuck his mouth. Jared lets him; he's long since learned the art of having his face fucked. He reaches up and slips a couple of fingers alongside Jensen's cock, gets them good and wet. He doesn't give Jensen any warning before he thrusts them both inside Jen's ass; searching and finding the hidden bundle of nerves he knew felt so good.
Jensen shouts in surprise; eyes flying open. Jared looks up through his lashes and grins around Jensen's cock. Jensen's eyes are wide with a combination of pain and pleasure. Jared wants to see more of it, wants to drive Jensen higher, until he loses all of that tightly wound control. He moves his fingers roughly, stabbing Jensen's prostate as he sucks him deeper. Jensen is making these half grunt, half whimper noises that are driving Jared crazy, and he thrusts his own cock harder against the couch.
"Jare, fuck, gonna come," Jensen says, fingers gripping Jared's hair tight, trying to pull him away. Jared adds a third finger, stretching Jensen wide, and swallows Jensen's sperm as he comes. Jared comes as well, fucking the couch until the friction and the taste of Jensen's spunk in his mouth is enough to get him off. He keeps sucking as Jensen softens in his mouth. Doesn't pull back until Jensen is tugging insistently at his hair.
They don't speak as they clean each other up and stumble to Jared's bed. They're not chicks; neither of them needs platitudes or reassurance. Jared has always liked cuddling though, and curls around Jensen as they fall into bed. They both know this has been long time coming; they both know it's not over and done with yet. But they don't need to talk about it.
Except, apparently, Jensen does feel the need to say one thing before drifting to sleep.
"Think I should tell Danneel that yes, Riley was right?" Jensen mumbles. "That yes, I am a fag?"
It makes Jared laugh into the back of Jensen's neck, and pull him closer. "Go to sleep, Jen. You can write her an email in the morning."