CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // February 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PEOPLE PROMPTS. People from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives.
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Jensen licks his lips and nods, reaching into his wallet for one of his cards. He hands it to Jared, his fingers lingering, curling Jared’s long digits around the thick, sturdy paper. “Of course,” Jensen smiles. “Call me any time.”
Jared looks down at the card, at their joined fingers, his cheeks flushing pink. “Okay, I will.”
Jensen stands at his car and watches Jared walk away, not sure what the hell to think.
Jared calls him a week later. There’s a work party that he needs a date to and would Jensen please accompany him? Jensen barely bites back a snort of laughter and tells Jared that he’d be happy to. They don’t discuss payment, Jensen will discreetly slip Jared a piece of paper with the price for the evening on it when Jared picks him up and the money will be deposited into Jensen’s account the next day.
Jared smiles when Jensen opens the door for him, dressed in a tux just like Jensen, and Jensen’s mouth goes dry. He’d almost convinced himself that he exaggerated Jared in his mind, that there’s no way that he’s as beautiful as he is, but nope, he really is that freaking beautiful.
It’s a black tie event and there’s champagne and hors d’oeuvres and dancing. Jared introduces him as his friend and even though the crowd is mostly made of the upper crust of Dallas, no one bats an eye or even seems surprised that Jared brought another man to a function like this. Again, Jensen has more fun than he should considering that Jared is a client and he kind of thinks that if Jared wanted to go that way, he’d have sex with him for free.
But Jared merely drives him back home - or well, the limo drives him back home - and Jared walks him to the door, once again pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Jensen doesn’t get a call for two weeks.
He’s surprised that he’s disappointed. But Jared explains - without being asked - that he was out of town and just got back. He asks if Jensen is free that night and even though it’s Jensen’s day off, he agrees. He tells Jensen to dress casual, that they’ll be staying in, and Jensen thinks finally. He’d be lying if he said that he hasn’t been looking forward to this since the night he met Jared.
Jensen pulls up in front of a modest two-story home and he’s once again surprised by Jared. Someone with his money could afford something more than this. Jared meets him at the door in sweats and a t-shirt, his grin stretching his lips and digging his dimples in deep. Jensen’s shocked by the hug he gets, awkwardly raising his own arms and hugging Jared, patting him once on the back.
Jared grabs his hand and pulls him inside, his brow furrowed when he takes in Jensen’s dress pants and shirt. “This is casual?” he asks, fighting a smile.
“For me, yes,” Jensen mutters.
Jared chews on his bottom lip for a second, looking Jensen over from head to toe, then nods once. “Okay, no problem. We can totally fix this.” Still holding Jensen’s hand, Jared drags him up the stairs and into what Jensen can only assume is Jared’s bedroom. Jensen’s eyes widen, surprised. He really didn’t think Jared would be the type to jump right into things but he’s sure as hell not complaining.
Jared digs through a dresser and pulls out another pair of sweats and an old UT t-shirt, tossing them on the bed. “G’on and get changed, I’ll be downstairs,” Jared drawls with a smile and heads out the door.
Jensen blinks, looking between the door and the clothes on the bed.
What the actual fuck?
Jensen huffs and strips out of his clothes, pulling Jared’s on. Both are too big but they’re comfy. Instead of relaxing Jensen, this all just makes him tenser. He doesn’t like not knowing what’s going on. Honestly, he can’t stand it. He hates freaking surprises. And Jared is full of them.
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Once the game ends, Jared switches on a movie. He’s soft and sleepy-looking, his eyes half-lidded from the beer and Jensen kind of wants to pull him into his arms and never let go. Before he can lean in and kiss Jared though, Jared sighs softly and scoots closer, curling up against his side. Jensen tilts his head, frowning slightly, but puts his arm around Jared’s shoulders. Jared lets out a happy little sound and cuddles closer, his attention fully on the movie.
Jared falls asleep half-way through the movie, curled up against Jensen’s side. Jensen stays for hours, one hand absently carding through the silky-soft strands of Jared’s hair. Jensen eventually moves away, careful not to wake Jared, and pulls a quilt off the back of the couch to cover him with. Jared makes a soft, sleepy noise and turns over, snuggling into the cushions. Jensen goes back upstairs and gets his own clothes, leaving Jared’s folded on his bed then stops by the living room on his way out, pressing a kiss to the top of Jared’s head.
Jared calls a few days later. He doesn’t mention the last night they spent together so neither does Jensen. He’s convinced himself that Jared was just stressed and tired from his business trip and fell asleep before he could get to the part of the evening that he paid for. Maybe Jared thinks that he needs to seduce Jensen or feels bad about just diving right in? Jensen can’t figure that part out.
This time, Jared asks if Jensen can spend the night. Once again, Jensen thinks finally.
Jared tells him that they’ll be staying in again so Jensen wears jeans and a comfortable shirt. He packs a change of clothes, lube and condoms into an overnight bag and drives to Jared’s place. Jared meets him at the door with a smile and another hug, which is thankfully not as awkward as last time. Jared’s dressed similar, jeans and a shirt, the sleeves rolled up to show off his muscled forearms. He leads Jensen into the kitchen where he serves dinner - steak and potatoes and beer - and they spend the meal talking and catching up, like old friends.
After the dishes are put in the dishwasher, they end up in the living room again, once again watching movies and Jensen spends the whole time on edge. He’s totally off his game with Jared. Every time he thinks to make a move or even tries, Jared smiles at him and starts another conversation. Jared once again ends up snuggled against his side, his head on Jensen’s shoulder. Near midnight, Jared’s trying to hide a yawn and Jensen is more than ready to get on with things.
“Why don’t we head upstairs?” Jensen murmurs, nosing through Jared’s hair, pressing a kiss to his temple.
Jared nods, his cheeks tinted pink, one hand held out to Jensen. They walk up the stairs hand-in-hand and Jared shows him where the bathroom is before ducking in there himself. He comes out wearing a pair of sweats and nothing else and Jensen’s cock twitches at the sight of his bare chest and stomach. The man is built like a freaking Greek God and Jensen can’t wait to get his hands and tongue on all that tan skin and bulging muscle.
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Jensen doesn’t sleep.
For weeks, things keep going that way. Jared will sometimes hire him for parties or fundraisers, sometimes to have dinner together, but mostly to hang out at Jared’s house, watching games or movies, cuddling on the couch. On the nights that Jensen stays, Jared curls up in his arms and sleeps. Jensen can admit that he’s confused - Jared is a great guy who doesn’t seem to want anything from him other than someone to hang out with - but he finds himself relaxing once he knows that he doesn’t have to be ‘on’ all the time like he is with other clients. But it bothers him. Jensen doesn’t know why Jared thinks he needs to hire Jensen and he starts to feel guilty taking his money. He starts looking forward to his nights - or days - with Jared and finds himself rescheduling or even cancelling on other clients.
After two months, Jensen just can’t take it any longer.
They’re once again curled up on Jared’s couch, back to chest, Jared settled between Jensen’s legs, his head resting on Jensen’s chest. Jensen brings one hand up, fingers carding through Jared’s hair. Jared hums happily and snuggles in closer.
“Can I ask you something?” Jensen whispers. Jared hums in question, not opening his eyes. “I don’t… I don’t wanna… Why’re you doin’ this?”
“Doin’ what?” Jared asks softly.
“This, man. I mean, you’re a great guy, Jared. Why not just go out and find someone to be with? I’m sure you can have your choice of guys…”
Jared sits up, his head hanging forward, hair hiding his face. His shoulders are slumped and he looks miserable, nothing like the happy, upbeat guy that Jensen has been getting to know. “I’m sorry, Jay,” Jensen murmurs. “I didn’t mean…”
“No, ‘s okay,” Jared sighs, rubbing one hand over his face. When he looks at Jensen again, his eyes are dull and red-rimmed, dry but glittering, and his smile is heartbreakingly sad. “You have the right to ask. I’m sure this is… weird or different…”
“Jared…”
“I had a boyfriend,” Jared continues softly, ignoring Jensen’s interruption. “We were together for years, through college and after, I thought we’d be together forever, that we’d get married and adopt babies, the whole stupid apple pie dream,” Jared huffs out a humorless laugh. “I was stupid and naïve. My parents died right after I started college… This is their house,” well that explains that, “and Paul was all I had. So I clung to him. I was terrified to lose anyone else. He… He wasn’t always so nice to me…” Jensen grits his teeth, his fist clenching at the thought of anyone hurting Jared, “He never hit me or anything but he was cruel in so many other ways. He’d tell me that I was too clingy, even though he knew about my parents, and he made fun of me, belittled me, disagreed with everything I had to say.
“Eventually, he broke up with me, said he couldn’t be with someone like me. I just… I know it’s pathetic but the thought of putting myself out there again, trying to be with someone else, scares the hell outta me. What if he’s just like Paul?” Jared voice breaks, his eyes dropping to Jensen’s chest. “When I found out about you from Jeff, it seemed like the perfect solution. I’d have someone to be with and to listen to me and I could pretend… And I knew there was no chance that you’d be like Paul because I was paying you to be nice to me.” Jared closes his eyes, his voice trembling. “Pathetic right?”
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Jared licks his lips, bites down on the bottom one, a few tears breaking free to trickle down his cheeks when he blinks. Jensen wraps his arms around Jared and pulls him close, holding tight, Jared’s face buried in Jensen’s neck. “I can’t take your money anymore, Jared,” Jensen whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of Jared’s head.
Jared pulls back, trying to pull away completely. “I… I understand,” he mutters. “I don’t blame you. I mean, you obviously are a really busy guy and I get that you don’t have time to waste with someone like me…”
“No,” Jensen smiles, covering Jared’s lips with his hand. “That’s not what I mean. I… meant what I said, you’re awesome, Jay. And I think we’d be awesome together. What’d’ya say? Wanna give this a shot?”
“I don’t… What’re you sayin’?” Jared whispers behind his hand.
“I wanna be with you, for real, no money, no business arrangement.” Jensen takes a deep breath, and looking into Jared’s eyes he makes a decision that he realizes has been coming since he met Jared. “I’m quitting. I want it to be you and me, just us.”
“Jensen…”
Jensen removes his hand and slides his fingers into Jared’s hair. “Tell me you feel the same?” Jensen whispers.
“Of course I do,” Jared gives him a watery smile, just a hint of dimples, “how couldn’t I? You’re beautiful and amazing and way too good for me…”
“Baby, I’m not even close to bein’ too good for you.” Jensen licks his lips, scoots closer, his other arm sliding around Jared’s lean waist. “Give us a chance, Jay,” Jensen urges. “I promise, I’ll make you happy.”
“You already have, you do.” Jared inhales deeply, his smile growing and he nods, just once. “Okay,” he breathes. “I… Yeah, okay.”
Jensen tightens his hold on Jared’s hair and slams their lips together. Jared gasps and Jensen takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, their tongues tangling together, wet and messy. Jared moans softly, tilts his head so Jensen can get deeper, and wraps his arms around Jensen’s shoulders.
“Take me upstairs?” Jared whispers into the kiss, the words smeared against Jensen’s lips. Jensen growls and pushes impossibly deeper, already addicted to Jared’s kisses.
Finally.
They stumble up the stairs, kissing and groping at each other, pulling at clothes, bruising touches and biting kisses. Jared’s mostly naked when he hits the mattress - his jeans undone, his cock tenting the dark material of his boxer briefs through the open flaps of denim, his shirt somewhere on the steps. Jensen licks his lips and finishes stripping off his own clothes then crawls onto the mattress, between Jared’s long legs. He rests his weight on his elbows, both hands in Jared’s hair.
“What’d’ya want, baby?” Jensen murmurs.
“You,” Jared gasps, arching against Jensen’s chest. “Inside me. Wantchu to fuck me, Jen.” Jensen grinds down, his cock twitching against the coarse material of Jared’s jeans. Jared mewls, his blunt fingernails dragging down Jensen’s back. “Please, Jensen?” he breathes.
Jensen would be lying if he said he didn’t love hearing Jared beg so pretty for him but he’s on edge himself, two months of wanting Jared, being close but not being able to have him, has him leaking and aching already.
“Shh, sweetheart,” Jensen murmurs. “I got’cha.”
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“You got stuff?”
Jared’s cheek flush an even deeper pink and he nods, jerking his chin toward the bedside table. Jensen reaches over and opens the drawer, pulling out lube and a condom. Jared spreads his legs and tilts his hips up and Jensen’s hand actually trembles slightly as he slicks his fingers up and reaches down, tips brushing over Jared’s full, heavy balls, the thin skin behind. Jared’s lips part and Jensen swirls his fingers around the tight, furled muscle of Jared’s rim, slowly pushing one in as Jared starts to loosen beneath his touch.
Jensen takes his time, working Jared open, one, two, three fingers. Jared moans and writhes, his thighs trembling, his cock leaking against his perfect six-pack abs. “Jensen, please,” he gasps. “’m ready. Oh, God… Please…”
Jensen pulls his fingers away and rolls the condom down his stiff length, ignoring the way they’re both shaking slightly. He resettles between Jared’s legs, Jared’s thighs squeezing his hips, and lines himself up. Jared tenses, his eyes wide and unblinking where he’s staring up at Jensen, and Jensen dips down, kissing him as he pushes forward. Jared’s tight, hot, the muscles clenching and fluttering around him and it takes all of Jensen’s will power to not slam forward or come like a freaking virgin. It takes a few starts and stops, some whispered reassurance but eventually Jensen is buried to the hilt, Jared’s long legs wrapped around his waist, his arms around his shoulders, slender fingers playing idly with the short hair at the nape of Jensen’s neck.
“You okay?” Jensen asks breathlessly.
Jared swallows thickly, licks his lips. “’m okay,” he whispers back. “Feels so good, Jensen. Move? Please?”
Jensen slides his hands into Jared’s hair, his weight on his elbows and forearms and starts to thrust. Jared moans brokenly, digging his fingers into Jensen’s shoulders. He lifts his head and Jensen meets him halfway, kissing slow and deep. Jared’s hips jerk up to meet each of Jensen’s thrusts, his cock trapped between their stomachs. Jensen isn’t all that proud of it but he’s had a lot of sex in his life, both topping and bottoming, but nothing has ever felt like this.
To his surprise, Jared’s wild and uninhibited and so damn responsive. He moans and keens, arching and writhing beneath Jensen’s weight, his hands constantly moving. Jensen is already on edge, about to tumble over at any moment. Then Jared starts talking.
“Fuck, so good, Jen… Feel so Goddamn amazin’. So big inside me, love the way you fill me up… So deep…” He moans, head pressing back against the pillow, arching his neck. Jensen growls and dips down, licking and biting the long, beautiful line of Jared’s throat. “Shit,” Jared pants. “That’s it. Oh, fuck… More, babe. Please? Harder, deeper… More…”
Jensen pulls back enough to get Jared’s legs over his shoulders, damn-near bending his long frame in half - Jared is fucking flexible, they are so going to explore that more later - and picks up the pace, slamming into Jared, angled to hit his sweet spot on every near brutal thrust. Jared reaches back and grabs the headboard, fingers curling around the slats white-knuckle tight and arches his back, crying out sharply.
“So good, baby,” Jensen murmurs, hands gripping Jared’s thighs for leverage, his hips smacking against Jared’s ass almost hard enough to sting. “’m close. You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”
Jared cries out again and before Jensen can even reach for him, he watches in amazement as Jared’s untouched cock jerks and twitches as he comes, streaks of pearly-white shooting almost all the way up to his chin. He shivers and trembles, his hips jerking back, fucking himself on Jensen’s cock through his orgasm. He never looks away from Jensen once.
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Jensen settles on the side of the bed that has become his in the past few weeks, not at all surprised when Jared cuddles close against his side, his head on Jensen’s chest, right over his still-pounding heart. Jensen smiles, his eyes closed, and slides his fingers into Jared’s sweat-damp hair. Jared makes a happy noise and presses a kiss to his chest, his arm sliding over Jensen’s stomach.
They may have met in a less than normal way but Jensen can’t wait to see what the future holds for them.
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