I only share the bed with women I sleep with (How romantic)- J2 R (Mild)
Title: I only share the bed with women I sleep with (How romantic)
Author: stare_at_walls
Pairings/Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki. One mention of Sandy McCoy
Rating: R (Mild)
Word Count: I have no idea.
Summary: Some girl's masturbating in front of Jared's apartment WINDOW! Jensen checks it out with him--schmoop occurs.
Notes/Warnings: SLASH. Sleepy schmoop! Talk of (but not explicit talk) masturbating women. Story plot taken shamelessly from (WARNING LINK NSFW!) here. Also! thanks to bittersplendor for the awesome beta. All other mistakes are mine. :D
Disclaimer: Fiction. Not mine. Thanks.
Jensen's contemplating ordering in some pasta for his lunch when his cellphone starts vibrating. He pauses a little, not expecting a call from anyone--it was hiatus, after all. He stifles a yawn as he scratches his stomach with his left hand while answering with his right.
"Hey, Jen?" It's Jared, his voice an inquisitive tone. Jensen's stomach does a somersault, which he tries to brush aside. "Yeah? What is it?" Jensen asks.
"Dude, are you doing anything tonight? Because--" "Uh, yeah sure--" Jensen doesn't think, just says, agreeing to whatever this is without even knowing what he was agreeing to. There's an awkward silence after that, and Jensen can hear the dogs barking in Jared's side of the phone.
"Sorry." Jensen's the first to speak, his breath coming out in shorter bursts. "What were you telling me?"
Jared takes a breath and continues, "Oh, I was going to ask you if you were doing anything tonight?" A beat, and then, "because I might need company?" he asks, the pleading so evident in his voice that Jensen can imagine him on his knees, Jared's hands clinging onto his legs and trying to convince him to say yes.
Which he will do anyway. But regardless, it's better if he knows why--the last time he agreed to going anywhere with Jared, it involved large quantities of tequila and accidentally taking home a couple of transgendered prostitutes, discovering that the pretty girls they brought back to Jared's apartment were one of them when the blonde one's skirt started to tent as Jared's hands trailed up her silicone breasts. Better safe than sorry.
"What for?" he asks, hoping it doesn't involve other people because right now? He's feeling really tired, what with that 3-D movie to shoot, and the season finale, and so much more--he doesn't think he can stand to schmooze with anyone else. "I think I've got a stalker Jen--" Jensen starts to laugh, but Jared interrupts him, panic grating the edge of his voice, "No, really man! It's this girl, she's--" Jensen can't help but laugh some more, because what could a fangirl do to 6 feet 5 inches of giant?
"Oh, is she hot?" Jensen can't stop laughing now, and it's only building up as he continues.
"No! it's not that, she--" but Jensen's laughing too hard, so Jared decides to shut up and wait for him to finish.
After a few minutes of insane laughter, Jensen finally calms down. A look of shocked realization crosses his face as he remembers that he was talking to one needy Jared Padalecki. "Hello?" There's no response at all. "Hello? Hello?" each hello getting louder, and Jensen starts to feel panic--he shouldn't have been rude. What if the fangirl was crazy? What if the fangirl was from some terrorist group and decided to switch allegiance from supporting her covert political aspirations to bagging Jared?
"Hey, you still there? Jared. Jared? Jay! Answer me!" Jensen starts working himself up into a panic attack, thoughts of how he's going to say sorry to Jared and make up for this flashing fast in his head.
There's a choking sound at the other end of the call, like someone's holding their breath, and suddenly it's Jared laughing, loud and clear and obviously startling one of the dogs because he hears a loud yelp there. "So--" Jared breathes heavy in between each word, "done laughing, Jenny?"
Jensen only gives a curt "Fuck you," and lets Jared catch his breath. "So," Jensen continues, "What for?"
"Huh?" Jared asks.
"Why're you asking me to come over, dumbass?" Jensen snaps.
"Aww Jenny, don't be such a sourpuss." Jared's still catching his breath then his tone turns serious. "Hey Jen, really. Come over at my place tonight. Freaky shit's been happening and I need someone to help me."
Jensen nods subconsciously, a few seconds of silence and then Jared's asking him if he's still there. "Yeah," Jensen says, "yeah, I'll be there. What time?"
"Ten-thirty tonight. Bring some booze or somethin', we'll order somethin' to eat." Jared says. "I'll explain later," he adds hastily.
"Yeah," Jensen says a little softer, "See you."
After he flips the phone shut, it's only then that he realizes that his stomach still hasn't stopped somersaulting.
******
The cashier is chewing on a bubblegum pretty loudly as she scans the items the old man brings to the counter. "That'll be $5.95," she drawls, her greasy bob with its dyed bangs covering her eyes. Jensen notices the chipped black nail polish on the girl's fingernails and ends up staring at it.
"Hey, you!" She snaps her fingers for emphasis. "Hurry up, don't got all day." Jensen wants to call her on being rude, give her his two cents worth and that'll probably shut her up. His phone starts to vibrate again so instead he hauls the two six-packs and a bottle of Cuervo he took.
The girl scans the items slowly this time, her eyes flicking to Jensen's face as her eyebrows knot in concentration, obviously trying to remember who he is.
By the time she's done scanning and bagging the stuff, Jensen's itching to get out of the store and answer the phone--it hasn't stopped vibrating yet and it was tickling his thigh. He hands her a fifty and she puts it in the cash box, and hands him his change. She chirps almost melodically now, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" She had finally recognized him.
Jensen manages an easy smile as he says, "No, thanks." and walks right out of the store, the chimes hung over the exit tinkling as he hurries his way out.
While Jensen walks back to his apartment, he flips his phone open--1 missed call, it says. He clicks the green button, and it says: "1 call from: Sasquatch"
He heaves a sigh and shuts his phone again.
******
It's eight-thirty p.m. when Jensen leaves his place. It's pretty humid and normally warm for an L.A. evening, the sweat starting to coat his back and nape. He scratches on his beard, a little itchy now, and thinks maybe he should've shaved. One, two taxis zoom by but they both have occupants. On the third taxi, Jensen waves his hand and yells, "Taxi!" but it passes him by. It's getting warmer out, and Jensen can't think of anything but the air-conditioning of the taxi and thinks hopefully that the driver doesn't smell of body odor. A taxi finally stops for him, and Jensen climbs in, the bottle clinking with the cans as he enters the car.
He gives the driver the address, and checks his phone. There's a message: "See you later, smeckles!"
Jensen's lips tug at the edges, and he lifts his hand to smooth that smile off as he looks out of the window instead.
******
He starts to worry that Jared might ask him to spy on someone, maybe a sort of sting operation where they ambush the girl and surprise her so that she won't go near Jared again. Or it really could be serious, one of those fans who send spells and stuff, creepy things that he doesn't read and leaves with Kripke instead. Jensen makes a mental note to tell Jared to call the police.
He gets to Jared's at quarter to ten, but he doesn't want to go inside yet because Jared said ten-thirty. He thinks that it would be awkward if he came earlier.
There's a diner on the building beside the apartment Jared's staying in, so he goes inside that instead. He passes by an alley in between the two buildings, and sees Jared's apartment with its lights open. There's a fire escape on the other building, right in front of Jared's window. The window behind the fire escape was on as well, and Jensen could see a shadow moving around in it. Jensen wonders if that's the fangirl Jared was talking about.
The diner's not too warm inside--just right. Not too cold or too warm. He orders a cup of coffee, smiling back at the waitress batting her eyes at him. "Anything else?" she asks, a stray hand adjusting her apron. "Nah," Jensen smiles, "I'm good." The waitress gives him a smile and says, "If you need anything, just ask." As she walks off, she sways her hips exaggeratedly, another waitress at the counter looking at her wide-eyed and looking like she was about to scream with glee.
At ten-twenty he pays his bill and checks his phone. The waitress comes back to claim his cup and slips him a table napkin with her number on it: "Chloe 922-77-46," it said.
Jensen gives a little smirk back at Chloe, now standing behind the counter and talking to another customer, but still looking at him.
******
He presses the buzzer to Jared's apartment. "Hey, who is it?" Jared asks through the intercom.
"It's me, loser, now let me in." Jensen says, while jiggling the plastic bag with the drinks so Jared can hear the bottle and cans. The door buzzes open and Jensen goes in.
He gives three raps on Jared's door before he lets him in. “So,” Jensen steps in without waiting for Jared to say anything, "what is this about fangirls?" he asks, an eyebrow cocked up in amusement as he sets the bag on the counter. Harley and Sadie run into the room, tails wagging hard and sniffing Jensen's hands and legs. Jared's face is drooping, like he hasn't been able to sleep for the past few nights.
He rubs his palm all over his face and gives Jensen a smile.
"Oh, I'm pretty convinced there's this girl next door who knows who I am and is stalking me." he says. "Really? How?" Jensen asks, popping open a can and putting the rest in Jared's fridge. "She masturbates in front of me." Jared says, a little sheepish and he's intently looking at Sadie who's looking back at him right now.
"What!?" Jensen nearly chokes on his drink, the beer splashing a little on his shirt.
"Masturbates?" Jensen mouths the word 'ridiculous' and proceeds to laugh after that. "Damn," he continues, "are you sure you're okay? Need a little action to get stuff out?" He gives Jared a playful wink. Jared frowns at him, arms folded across his chest. "Because, y'know, if you're seeing girls who masturbate in front of you, it's probably the porn you downloaded or you just need someone to get it on with." Jensen reasons, his hand moving along as he spoke.
"No man, I'm not talking about hallucinations or anything," Jared pauses and pushes his hair off his face, "I meant a real girl, standing in front of my window, masturbating." He takes Jensen's arm and pulls it, and all Jensen can suddenly think of is how good it feels, almost electric and warm in spite of the air-conditioner turned on. He lets Jared lead him to his room, and lets him position him in front of the window.
"See that?" Jared leans in, too close to him that he can feel Jared's warmth behind him, feel the firmness of his chest and abdomen and his hands heavy on his shoulder, almost a caress, Jensen thinks, and Jared continues speaking, oblivious to Jensen's short exhales. "That girl," Jared points, his mouth dangerously close to touching Jensen's ear, "who lives in that apartment," and Jensen can feel his warm breath tickling his earlobes, "goes out every midnight to masturbate. In front of my bedroom window."
"Okay." Jensen manages to breathe out. "I get it."
He takes a step forward, putting some distance between him and Jared, and asks, "So what am I here for?"
Jared just looks at him. "Jay. She could be just masturbating. Maybe she doesn't even know you live here. Or who you are."
"Yeah, I know that," Jared says, "Which is why I asked you to come here. I want you to look at her, so that I know if I do have some stalker or an exhibitionist neighbor."
"All right man, but she better be hot." Jensen says as he walks out to the kitchen. Jensen hears Jared's soft chuckle as he follows him out.
******
They order some chinese, and let Sadie and Harley sleep in the living room. Jared's room is now littered with empty cans, the opened bottle of Cuervo almost down to half--they take turns gulping it straight down from the bottle instead of taking it in shots. Jensen feels a pleasant buzz creep up on him by eleven, and he looks out the window for the fourteenth time.
"Are you sure she's gonna come out?" Jensen says, passing the bottle to Jared.
"Yeah, she usually does, at around midnight." he answers.
"Is she hot? How big are her tits?" Jensen checks inside a beer can for contents as he asks.
Jared laughs and answers him anyway. "She's okay, and her tits are definitely above average." he says as Jensen uncontrollably laughs some more.
"Oh man," Jensen says in between breaths, "you're definitely a pervert, I wonder how Sandy deals with you!" he continues.
Jared just gives a little laugh, and opens his laptop instead. "Huh." Jensen tells himself as he sits on Jared's bed. It's comfortable, with white cotton sheets all smooth and soft. He takes the bottle from Jared and settles down on the bed again, taking a swig from the bottle and angling himself slightly so he can see out the window.
No luck yet. They keep quiet for what feels like a year and a half. Later, Jensen lets his eyes gaze around the room again, the pillows, sheets, dresser, Jared using the laptop, Jared's shoulders, his face all sleepy-drunk. Jensen looks at the bed again.
The alarm clock beside the bed reads 11:45, in alarming red numbers which blur as Jensen lays on the bed with Jared's clicking on the laptop in the background.
******
Jensen sees, no, feels himself falling from a cliff as he wakes up. It's one of those dreams again, the one where it feels like your soul just dropped into you from a mountain or something. It's all dark, and he can faintly hear the alley cats mewling outside.
He looks at the alarm, and it says 3:00. Jensen's lying on top of the covers, with Jared beside him, shirtless and under the covers. Jared's lying on his side, torso and face in Jensen's direction. Jensen's mind wanders to thoughts of whether Jared sleeps in boxers or briefs. Or naked. His feels his throat's dryness, raspy and rough as he swallows his saliva but it stays dry. He's painfully aware of his heart, how it's beating faster, and he sort of wants to see Jared under the covers. For a second he actually contemplates doing that, thinking if Jared woke up he'd just say he was trying to get warm. He remembers the girl next door, and looks out the window. Nothing. The lights are all out, and only the streetlights are on.
He pads softly to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water, and sits on a dining chair while drinking.
"Jesus," he whispers. He puts his hand over his chest and tries to will his heart to calm down. It does, sort of, then flip-flops faster in that good way. "Fuck," he says this time, tries analyzing what Jared can do to him.
He's never thought about it before, but sometimes Jared does turn him on, and although he's going to die before he ever admits something like that, he thinks about it. That scene with Jared and just a towel? Gave him a hard-on like there was no tomorrow. Sometimes, even changing clothes with him gives Jensen a stiffy that he tries to change with his back towards Jared's usually, so Jared can't see Jensen's Mr. Happy saying hello to him.
"Fuck this," Jensen says a little louder, tone more conclusive.
Sadie's ears perk up as he passes by her to get to Jared's room. She gives a small whine as he passes by, and Jensen automatically pets her, then continues walking.
He walks back to the room, and stands beside Jared's bed. He takes his shirt off first, then unbuckles his belt and shucks off his pants. He's in his boxer-briefs and socks now, and Jensen pauses, looks at Jared like he doesn't know what he's doing anymore.
Jensen takes a deep, long breath, and his eyes dart to the window again.
Nothing.
It's three-fifteen according to the alarm clock. Jensen sits on the bed and pulls off his socks. He lifts the sheets and climbs under it--it's wonderfully warm, and he can feel Jared's body heat radiating beside him. Jensen shifts to make himself comfortable, then looks at Jared to see if he woke up--he doesn't, he's still facing Jensen and breathing rhythmically.
Jensen looks inside the covers, and pulls it down a little, exposing his torso and Jared's. 'Fuck,' the word replayed in Jensen's mind repeatedly. He let his eyes roam on Jared's chest, curved planes of muscle and skin, across his shoulders and arms, long fingers curled into a delicate fist--and Jensen's suddenly there, hears his blood pumping in his ears, breath getting shallower as he trails his hands down on his own chest, one hand sliding over his stomach and cupping himself, goosebumps exploding all over his skin as he touches his hard-on--his legs are tingling, his neck, nape, his arms, the expanse of his skin, every muscle of his so taut and electrified--and he had just lightly touched himself.
Jensen steals a look at Jared's face, watches his breathing. Jensen's hand rubs himself through the cotton fabric of his underwear, Jensen's eyes drifting shut from the mere pressure and suddenly Jared groans, blinks once, twice, suddenly Jensen's aware of what he's doing and his eyes snap open, his hands flying off him and into the covers. "Oh shit. Oh shit." Jensen thinks, hoping Jared doesn't wake up.
Jared groans again and shifts his position, turning to face the other side. He takes most of the blanket with him
Jensen breathes a little slower, and tries to pull to himself the rest of the blanket that Jared hadn't taken. He stares at the ceiling and thinks about what had just happened, what he was doing, until he falls asleep again.
******
Jared stands up, causing the bed to rock a little. "Huh?" Jensen asks, a little drool on the corner of his mouth. He could hear the bathroom door opening, then closing as he wiped it off.
Jared looks at him and raises an eyebrow, all tousled hair and sleepy eyes. "You snore. And move around too much," he says to Jensen as he climbs back under the sheets.
"Aww Jay, how romantic." Jensen quips, "This how you treat everyone you sleep with?"
Jared moves under the covers, trying to get a comfortable spot, "Whatever," he snorts, "you're as heavy as a log when you sleep. And you sleep like one too. Couldn't move you when you dozed off." Jensen gives a little smile, "Tsk tsk," he says, "you know it isn't right to take advantage of someone inebriated."
"Yeah, sure," Jared says as he rolls to face the other side, taking most of the sheets with him.
"What? You're not even going to give me a blanket?" Jensen jokingly asks.
"Sorry, I only share the bed with women I have sex with." he says. "Or woman." he corrects himself. "You belong on the sofa, man." Jared says groggily.
A few minutes later, Jared's breath is relaxing into a rhythm, and Jensen finds himself just watching him sleep.
"Hey, I'd sleep with you, y'know?" Jensen whispers softly. He doesn't want to know why he wants to say it, but says it anyway. "I would." he adds, softer than the first line.
"Yeah," Jared says, voice cracking, "I know you would," a trace of laughter lacing his tone.
He snuggles closer to Jensen and pushes some of the sheets towards Jensen. "Shhhhhh." he says, as he drifts off to sleep.
Author: stare_at_walls
Pairings/Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki. One mention of Sandy McCoy
Rating: R (Mild)
Word Count: I have no idea.
Summary: Some girl's masturbating in front of Jared's apartment WINDOW! Jensen checks it out with him--schmoop occurs.
Notes/Warnings: SLASH. Sleepy schmoop! Talk of (but not explicit talk) masturbating women. Story plot taken shamelessly from (WARNING LINK NSFW!) here. Also! thanks to bittersplendor for the awesome beta. All other mistakes are mine. :D
Disclaimer: Fiction. Not mine. Thanks.
Jensen's contemplating ordering in some pasta for his lunch when his cellphone starts vibrating. He pauses a little, not expecting a call from anyone--it was hiatus, after all. He stifles a yawn as he scratches his stomach with his left hand while answering with his right.
"Hey, Jen?" It's Jared, his voice an inquisitive tone. Jensen's stomach does a somersault, which he tries to brush aside. "Yeah? What is it?" Jensen asks.
"Dude, are you doing anything tonight? Because--" "Uh, yeah sure--" Jensen doesn't think, just says, agreeing to whatever this is without even knowing what he was agreeing to. There's an awkward silence after that, and Jensen can hear the dogs barking in Jared's side of the phone.
"Sorry." Jensen's the first to speak, his breath coming out in shorter bursts. "What were you telling me?"
Jared takes a breath and continues, "Oh, I was going to ask you if you were doing anything tonight?" A beat, and then, "because I might need company?" he asks, the pleading so evident in his voice that Jensen can imagine him on his knees, Jared's hands clinging onto his legs and trying to convince him to say yes.
Which he will do anyway. But regardless, it's better if he knows why--the last time he agreed to going anywhere with Jared, it involved large quantities of tequila and accidentally taking home a couple of transgendered prostitutes, discovering that the pretty girls they brought back to Jared's apartment were one of them when the blonde one's skirt started to tent as Jared's hands trailed up her silicone breasts. Better safe than sorry.
"What for?" he asks, hoping it doesn't involve other people because right now? He's feeling really tired, what with that 3-D movie to shoot, and the season finale, and so much more--he doesn't think he can stand to schmooze with anyone else. "I think I've got a stalker Jen--" Jensen starts to laugh, but Jared interrupts him, panic grating the edge of his voice, "No, really man! It's this girl, she's--" Jensen can't help but laugh some more, because what could a fangirl do to 6 feet 5 inches of giant?
"Oh, is she hot?" Jensen can't stop laughing now, and it's only building up as he continues.
"No! it's not that, she--" but Jensen's laughing too hard, so Jared decides to shut up and wait for him to finish.
After a few minutes of insane laughter, Jensen finally calms down. A look of shocked realization crosses his face as he remembers that he was talking to one needy Jared Padalecki. "Hello?" There's no response at all. "Hello? Hello?" each hello getting louder, and Jensen starts to feel panic--he shouldn't have been rude. What if the fangirl was crazy? What if the fangirl was from some terrorist group and decided to switch allegiance from supporting her covert political aspirations to bagging Jared?
"Hey, you still there? Jared. Jared? Jay! Answer me!" Jensen starts working himself up into a panic attack, thoughts of how he's going to say sorry to Jared and make up for this flashing fast in his head.
There's a choking sound at the other end of the call, like someone's holding their breath, and suddenly it's Jared laughing, loud and clear and obviously startling one of the dogs because he hears a loud yelp there. "So--" Jared breathes heavy in between each word, "done laughing, Jenny?"
Jensen only gives a curt "Fuck you," and lets Jared catch his breath. "So," Jensen continues, "What for?"
"Huh?" Jared asks.
"Why're you asking me to come over, dumbass?" Jensen snaps.
"Aww Jenny, don't be such a sourpuss." Jared's still catching his breath then his tone turns serious. "Hey Jen, really. Come over at my place tonight. Freaky shit's been happening and I need someone to help me."
Jensen nods subconsciously, a few seconds of silence and then Jared's asking him if he's still there. "Yeah," Jensen says, "yeah, I'll be there. What time?"
"Ten-thirty tonight. Bring some booze or somethin', we'll order somethin' to eat." Jared says. "I'll explain later," he adds hastily.
"Yeah," Jensen says a little softer, "See you."
After he flips the phone shut, it's only then that he realizes that his stomach still hasn't stopped somersaulting.
******
The cashier is chewing on a bubblegum pretty loudly as she scans the items the old man brings to the counter. "That'll be $5.95," she drawls, her greasy bob with its dyed bangs covering her eyes. Jensen notices the chipped black nail polish on the girl's fingernails and ends up staring at it.
"Hey, you!" She snaps her fingers for emphasis. "Hurry up, don't got all day." Jensen wants to call her on being rude, give her his two cents worth and that'll probably shut her up. His phone starts to vibrate again so instead he hauls the two six-packs and a bottle of Cuervo he took.
The girl scans the items slowly this time, her eyes flicking to Jensen's face as her eyebrows knot in concentration, obviously trying to remember who he is.
By the time she's done scanning and bagging the stuff, Jensen's itching to get out of the store and answer the phone--it hasn't stopped vibrating yet and it was tickling his thigh. He hands her a fifty and she puts it in the cash box, and hands him his change. She chirps almost melodically now, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" She had finally recognized him.
Jensen manages an easy smile as he says, "No, thanks." and walks right out of the store, the chimes hung over the exit tinkling as he hurries his way out.
While Jensen walks back to his apartment, he flips his phone open--1 missed call, it says. He clicks the green button, and it says: "1 call from: Sasquatch"
He heaves a sigh and shuts his phone again.
******
It's eight-thirty p.m. when Jensen leaves his place. It's pretty humid and normally warm for an L.A. evening, the sweat starting to coat his back and nape. He scratches on his beard, a little itchy now, and thinks maybe he should've shaved. One, two taxis zoom by but they both have occupants. On the third taxi, Jensen waves his hand and yells, "Taxi!" but it passes him by. It's getting warmer out, and Jensen can't think of anything but the air-conditioning of the taxi and thinks hopefully that the driver doesn't smell of body odor. A taxi finally stops for him, and Jensen climbs in, the bottle clinking with the cans as he enters the car.
He gives the driver the address, and checks his phone. There's a message: "See you later, smeckles!"
Jensen's lips tug at the edges, and he lifts his hand to smooth that smile off as he looks out of the window instead.
******
He starts to worry that Jared might ask him to spy on someone, maybe a sort of sting operation where they ambush the girl and surprise her so that she won't go near Jared again. Or it really could be serious, one of those fans who send spells and stuff, creepy things that he doesn't read and leaves with Kripke instead. Jensen makes a mental note to tell Jared to call the police.
He gets to Jared's at quarter to ten, but he doesn't want to go inside yet because Jared said ten-thirty. He thinks that it would be awkward if he came earlier.
There's a diner on the building beside the apartment Jared's staying in, so he goes inside that instead. He passes by an alley in between the two buildings, and sees Jared's apartment with its lights open. There's a fire escape on the other building, right in front of Jared's window. The window behind the fire escape was on as well, and Jensen could see a shadow moving around in it. Jensen wonders if that's the fangirl Jared was talking about.
The diner's not too warm inside--just right. Not too cold or too warm. He orders a cup of coffee, smiling back at the waitress batting her eyes at him. "Anything else?" she asks, a stray hand adjusting her apron. "Nah," Jensen smiles, "I'm good." The waitress gives him a smile and says, "If you need anything, just ask." As she walks off, she sways her hips exaggeratedly, another waitress at the counter looking at her wide-eyed and looking like she was about to scream with glee.
At ten-twenty he pays his bill and checks his phone. The waitress comes back to claim his cup and slips him a table napkin with her number on it: "Chloe 922-77-46," it said.
Jensen gives a little smirk back at Chloe, now standing behind the counter and talking to another customer, but still looking at him.
******
He presses the buzzer to Jared's apartment. "Hey, who is it?" Jared asks through the intercom.
"It's me, loser, now let me in." Jensen says, while jiggling the plastic bag with the drinks so Jared can hear the bottle and cans. The door buzzes open and Jensen goes in.
He gives three raps on Jared's door before he lets him in. “So,” Jensen steps in without waiting for Jared to say anything, "what is this about fangirls?" he asks, an eyebrow cocked up in amusement as he sets the bag on the counter. Harley and Sadie run into the room, tails wagging hard and sniffing Jensen's hands and legs. Jared's face is drooping, like he hasn't been able to sleep for the past few nights.
He rubs his palm all over his face and gives Jensen a smile.
"Oh, I'm pretty convinced there's this girl next door who knows who I am and is stalking me." he says. "Really? How?" Jensen asks, popping open a can and putting the rest in Jared's fridge. "She masturbates in front of me." Jared says, a little sheepish and he's intently looking at Sadie who's looking back at him right now.
"What!?" Jensen nearly chokes on his drink, the beer splashing a little on his shirt.
"Masturbates?" Jensen mouths the word 'ridiculous' and proceeds to laugh after that. "Damn," he continues, "are you sure you're okay? Need a little action to get stuff out?" He gives Jared a playful wink. Jared frowns at him, arms folded across his chest. "Because, y'know, if you're seeing girls who masturbate in front of you, it's probably the porn you downloaded or you just need someone to get it on with." Jensen reasons, his hand moving along as he spoke.
"No man, I'm not talking about hallucinations or anything," Jared pauses and pushes his hair off his face, "I meant a real girl, standing in front of my window, masturbating." He takes Jensen's arm and pulls it, and all Jensen can suddenly think of is how good it feels, almost electric and warm in spite of the air-conditioner turned on. He lets Jared lead him to his room, and lets him position him in front of the window.
"See that?" Jared leans in, too close to him that he can feel Jared's warmth behind him, feel the firmness of his chest and abdomen and his hands heavy on his shoulder, almost a caress, Jensen thinks, and Jared continues speaking, oblivious to Jensen's short exhales. "That girl," Jared points, his mouth dangerously close to touching Jensen's ear, "who lives in that apartment," and Jensen can feel his warm breath tickling his earlobes, "goes out every midnight to masturbate. In front of my bedroom window."
"Okay." Jensen manages to breathe out. "I get it."
He takes a step forward, putting some distance between him and Jared, and asks, "So what am I here for?"
Jared just looks at him. "Jay. She could be just masturbating. Maybe she doesn't even know you live here. Or who you are."
"Yeah, I know that," Jared says, "Which is why I asked you to come here. I want you to look at her, so that I know if I do have some stalker or an exhibitionist neighbor."
"All right man, but she better be hot." Jensen says as he walks out to the kitchen. Jensen hears Jared's soft chuckle as he follows him out.
******
They order some chinese, and let Sadie and Harley sleep in the living room. Jared's room is now littered with empty cans, the opened bottle of Cuervo almost down to half--they take turns gulping it straight down from the bottle instead of taking it in shots. Jensen feels a pleasant buzz creep up on him by eleven, and he looks out the window for the fourteenth time.
"Are you sure she's gonna come out?" Jensen says, passing the bottle to Jared.
"Yeah, she usually does, at around midnight." he answers.
"Is she hot? How big are her tits?" Jensen checks inside a beer can for contents as he asks.
Jared laughs and answers him anyway. "She's okay, and her tits are definitely above average." he says as Jensen uncontrollably laughs some more.
"Oh man," Jensen says in between breaths, "you're definitely a pervert, I wonder how Sandy deals with you!" he continues.
Jared just gives a little laugh, and opens his laptop instead. "Huh." Jensen tells himself as he sits on Jared's bed. It's comfortable, with white cotton sheets all smooth and soft. He takes the bottle from Jared and settles down on the bed again, taking a swig from the bottle and angling himself slightly so he can see out the window.
No luck yet. They keep quiet for what feels like a year and a half. Later, Jensen lets his eyes gaze around the room again, the pillows, sheets, dresser, Jared using the laptop, Jared's shoulders, his face all sleepy-drunk. Jensen looks at the bed again.
The alarm clock beside the bed reads 11:45, in alarming red numbers which blur as Jensen lays on the bed with Jared's clicking on the laptop in the background.
******
Jensen sees, no, feels himself falling from a cliff as he wakes up. It's one of those dreams again, the one where it feels like your soul just dropped into you from a mountain or something. It's all dark, and he can faintly hear the alley cats mewling outside.
He looks at the alarm, and it says 3:00. Jensen's lying on top of the covers, with Jared beside him, shirtless and under the covers. Jared's lying on his side, torso and face in Jensen's direction. Jensen's mind wanders to thoughts of whether Jared sleeps in boxers or briefs. Or naked. His feels his throat's dryness, raspy and rough as he swallows his saliva but it stays dry. He's painfully aware of his heart, how it's beating faster, and he sort of wants to see Jared under the covers. For a second he actually contemplates doing that, thinking if Jared woke up he'd just say he was trying to get warm. He remembers the girl next door, and looks out the window. Nothing. The lights are all out, and only the streetlights are on.
He pads softly to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water, and sits on a dining chair while drinking.
"Jesus," he whispers. He puts his hand over his chest and tries to will his heart to calm down. It does, sort of, then flip-flops faster in that good way. "Fuck," he says this time, tries analyzing what Jared can do to him.
He's never thought about it before, but sometimes Jared does turn him on, and although he's going to die before he ever admits something like that, he thinks about it. That scene with Jared and just a towel? Gave him a hard-on like there was no tomorrow. Sometimes, even changing clothes with him gives Jensen a stiffy that he tries to change with his back towards Jared's usually, so Jared can't see Jensen's Mr. Happy saying hello to him.
"Fuck this," Jensen says a little louder, tone more conclusive.
Sadie's ears perk up as he passes by her to get to Jared's room. She gives a small whine as he passes by, and Jensen automatically pets her, then continues walking.
He walks back to the room, and stands beside Jared's bed. He takes his shirt off first, then unbuckles his belt and shucks off his pants. He's in his boxer-briefs and socks now, and Jensen pauses, looks at Jared like he doesn't know what he's doing anymore.
Jensen takes a deep, long breath, and his eyes dart to the window again.
Nothing.
It's three-fifteen according to the alarm clock. Jensen sits on the bed and pulls off his socks. He lifts the sheets and climbs under it--it's wonderfully warm, and he can feel Jared's body heat radiating beside him. Jensen shifts to make himself comfortable, then looks at Jared to see if he woke up--he doesn't, he's still facing Jensen and breathing rhythmically.
Jensen looks inside the covers, and pulls it down a little, exposing his torso and Jared's. 'Fuck,' the word replayed in Jensen's mind repeatedly. He let his eyes roam on Jared's chest, curved planes of muscle and skin, across his shoulders and arms, long fingers curled into a delicate fist--and Jensen's suddenly there, hears his blood pumping in his ears, breath getting shallower as he trails his hands down on his own chest, one hand sliding over his stomach and cupping himself, goosebumps exploding all over his skin as he touches his hard-on--his legs are tingling, his neck, nape, his arms, the expanse of his skin, every muscle of his so taut and electrified--and he had just lightly touched himself.
Jensen steals a look at Jared's face, watches his breathing. Jensen's hand rubs himself through the cotton fabric of his underwear, Jensen's eyes drifting shut from the mere pressure and suddenly Jared groans, blinks once, twice, suddenly Jensen's aware of what he's doing and his eyes snap open, his hands flying off him and into the covers. "Oh shit. Oh shit." Jensen thinks, hoping Jared doesn't wake up.
Jared groans again and shifts his position, turning to face the other side. He takes most of the blanket with him
Jensen breathes a little slower, and tries to pull to himself the rest of the blanket that Jared hadn't taken. He stares at the ceiling and thinks about what had just happened, what he was doing, until he falls asleep again.
******
Jared stands up, causing the bed to rock a little. "Huh?" Jensen asks, a little drool on the corner of his mouth. He could hear the bathroom door opening, then closing as he wiped it off.
Jared looks at him and raises an eyebrow, all tousled hair and sleepy eyes. "You snore. And move around too much," he says to Jensen as he climbs back under the sheets.
"Aww Jay, how romantic." Jensen quips, "This how you treat everyone you sleep with?"
Jared moves under the covers, trying to get a comfortable spot, "Whatever," he snorts, "you're as heavy as a log when you sleep. And you sleep like one too. Couldn't move you when you dozed off." Jensen gives a little smile, "Tsk tsk," he says, "you know it isn't right to take advantage of someone inebriated."
"Yeah, sure," Jared says as he rolls to face the other side, taking most of the sheets with him.
"What? You're not even going to give me a blanket?" Jensen jokingly asks.
"Sorry, I only share the bed with women I have sex with." he says. "Or woman." he corrects himself. "You belong on the sofa, man." Jared says groggily.
A few minutes later, Jared's breath is relaxing into a rhythm, and Jensen finds himself just watching him sleep.
"Hey, I'd sleep with you, y'know?" Jensen whispers softly. He doesn't want to know why he wants to say it, but says it anyway. "I would." he adds, softer than the first line.
"Yeah," Jared says, voice cracking, "I know you would," a trace of laughter lacing his tone.
He snuggles closer to Jensen and pushes some of the sheets towards Jensen. "Shhhhhh." he says, as he drifts off to sleep.