Fic: close as you can (not one inch less) Supernatural RPF, Jared/Jensen 2/2
He does, just in time. Their mother has learnt through hard experience not to come in without knocking, but it’s still a case of a minute’s grace. Jared peels himself off Jensen, who is still deeply and soundly asleep, and grabs a towel. Donna is lurking outside the door as though in wait, and he smiles at her, ambles on down to the bathroom, breath hitching at the lucky escape. He’s fresh and clean out of the shower when he happens to glance in the mirror, and bites his tongue on the fuck that wants to escape. His neck is bruised from Jensen’s mouth, little red marks, nothing as bad as one obvious hickey but enough to make it clear that someone’s had their mouth on him. In this kind of weather he’s not wearing a scarf, so he decides to brazen it out.
Downstairs at the kitchen table he pours himself some juice. It’s a Sunday so both Donna and Gerard are there still. Both of them look at him, both of them stare at his neck and then say nothing at all. He’s almost high on the thrill of it, wonders what they’d say if they knew Jensen was the cause. Wonders if they’d accept that Jensen had done it on a dare, some stupid brotherly bet, wonders how much they’d swallow never to have to doubt in the family fiction they maintain every day. Jensen on the other hand, clean and fresh from his own shower, isn’t bruised at all, and Jared resolves in his heart of hearts that that’s not going to stand. Two can play at the marking game.
“What are you going to do today?” Jared’s dad asks, face buried in the Sunday paper, and Jared hesitates. He knows what he wants to do, but every step of this is new and terrifying. Being with Jensen isn’t like dating at school, icecream and cinema.
“I’m going to catch up with Jared before I have to share him with Danni this evening,” Jensen says, not a moment of hesitation. Jared imagines it, Danni and Jensen at once, and almost chokes to death on his juice. Imagines Jensen sharing him, pushing him over to Danni for her to try out, and almost concusses himself at the idea. Looking up, he catches Jensen’s eye and Jensen looks like he knows exactly what Jared’s thinking.
Donna gives a warm little smile at them both. “That’s nice,” she says. She doesn’t ask if they haven’t caught up already, if there’s no-one else Jensen would rather see. That’s what being brothers gets them, Jared supposes.
Jensen works during term time from preference if not outright need, and he has an internship for the last month before he goes back which Jared doesn’t even want to think about, smouldering anger at their time being cut short. It means that his days before it starts are empty, though, practically his last chance, and he can’t help loving that Jensen’s chosen to spend them with him.
“Yeah,” he says, and kicks out a long leg, catches Jensen on the ankle. “I can show him round all the new and fascinating sights that’ve sprung up in his absence.”
Gerard grins behind his paper. “Don’t forget the new bakery,” he says.
Jared waves his hands like tour guide Barbie. “To your right the new bakery, to your left the old coke can that nobody has moved in months. I think it counts as a county monument by now.”
“Don’t overwhelm me with excitement, my heart can’t take it. I’m old now,” Jensen says.
Donna swats him over the head as she passes. “Less of the old talk when we’re around. Jared, you take him out. You can do me a favor while you’re out as well and pick up some groceries, so that me and your father can have a quiet night in, while you two tear up the town.”
“It’s Danni’s house,” Jensen says. “No tearing up. Probably not even any music. We’ll sit in sedate silence.”
“And play snap and drink lemonade,” Donna supplies. “I believe you, thousands wouldn’t.” She hands over the list to Jared and forks over some cash. “Take him out for a lemonade,” she says with a touch of sarcasm, “he’ll need it to get ready for later.”
Jared grins, “Sure thing,” he says, folds the money away, and drains back the last of the juice.
They have a car, technically Jensen’s, morally Jared’s, or at least so Jared views it. If Jensen wants to go to college and leave his shit behind, then by rights, it becomes Jared’s. Jensen doesn’t see to eye to eye on that at all, and it’s half a genuine squabble, half a chance for Jensen to wrestle Jared against the car and get his hands in his pockets to get the keys. Gerard wanders past to laugh at them both and refuse to adjudicate, as Jensen gets his hands in Jared’s pocket and grinds against his thigh, takes advantage of the breathless freeze Jared affects at the sight of his dad to fish them out.
“Mine,” he says with an infuriating grin, because blowjobs or no blowjobs, he’s still an irritating fuck when he puts his mind to it, no blood between them, every inch Jared’s brother in all the ways that matter, which, sickly, just gets him hotter. Not that he’ll ever admit to that bit of it.
They don’t get back for hours, spending the morning in a way that Jared thinks is almost actually brotherly, hands to themselves, inches between them (most of the time) and his skin feels hot and taut with the need to have Jensen’s hands on it, when he’s gone so long without. The evening is going to be a wash as well, a house full of Jensen’s friends, Jensen’s not going to have time for him, not going to risk blowing their cover. So he’s in a shitty mood as he strips off in their bedroom, preparing for one more quick shower before he gets ready, before Jensen pokes his head round the door, takes him in in one glance.
“Wear loose jeans,” he says quietly, and Jared’s all set to ask why but Jensen’s disappeared.
Jared debates listening to him, natural perversity saying no, inclination saying yes. Inclination wins out and he pulls on a baggy pair and a nice t-shirt.
Their parents retain a ‘see no evil, no evil exists’ attitude towards parties and have since Jared was sixteen, which he’s never abused so which still remains his. He’s not really planning on drinking anyway, though he tells his dad he’ll ring home and let them know if they end up crashing there. They’re both silent as Jared drives them over, knee jiggling a little bit in anticipation of what, he doesn’t even know. Danni greets them at the door, looking hot in a dress that shows more than it covers, a smacking kiss on the cheek for Jensen, a hug for Jared, and leads them in. It’s not a massive party, not yet anyway. Jensen hands over a bottle of vodka and ignores Jared’s accusing stare as to where and when he’d obtained it, and Danni takes them through to the main room, and supplies them both with red cups of vodka and coke. “Everyone brought vodka,” she said with a grin. “It’s going to be a battle royale for the beer. Perk of college.”
Jared drains his fast and a second one soon after, at which point Jensen disappears and returns with a glass of water and a beer which he produces after the water has been drained. “Pace yourself,” he says, and doesn’t disappear back into the crowd but slumps down on the sofa next to Jared, their thighs not exactly touching, but near enough to make no difference, and Jared wants to run his fingers over Jensen’s leg but that’s a bad idea.
Pace yourself, he echoes inside his head and chugs back half the bottle. It sloshes a little uneasily with the vodka and the water, the pull of it just beginning to take effect. He knows most people in the room by sight at least, they know him as Jensen’s little brother but he can live with that. He strikes up a conversation with a cute girl when Jensen finally wanders off with Danni, and she tells him to dance with her, flirty dark eyes peeking up at him, even though he’s nowhere near drunk enough to dance. Turns out she isn’t either, just wanted to scare him.
She’s fun to talk to, maybe a year older than him, and at any other time he’d be thinking score because she’s exactly his type. Only, half the time he’s talking to her, he can feel his eyes wandering over the crowd that’s beginning to thicken, and more than that, he catches himself thinking about where Jensen is, who is he with. He’s kind of horrified at himself, to be honest. He’d never have thought he was the jealous type - easy come, easy go has been the story of his life up until now. Maybe you’ve never had something worth being jealous of, he thinks, and offers to get Gen another drink. She accepts, and Jared uses the opportunity to scan through the party, see if he can spot Jensen.
He’s in the kitchen as it happens, with Danni and the drinks. She’s perched up on the counter, legs crossed at the ankle as she toasts something Jensen says, and something hot and ugly sits in Jared’s gut. He likes Danni. She’s never treated him like a tagalong, always made a point of inviting him along, not just as Jensen’s little brother but for himself. Right this second none of that means a thing. He stands irresolutely in the doorway and it’s Danni who spots him.
“Jared,” she hollers, as she hops off the counter and scoots past Jensen, hugs him hard enough that he can feel vodka heave in his stomach, and smiles at him, big and wide. Behind her, Jensen’s looking straight at Jared. Jared doesn’t feel jealous anymore, not with Jensen looking at him like he wants to eat him up in front of everyone.
“Heya Danni,” he says automatically. “Looking hot.”
She wrinkles her nose at him. “Are you hitting on me? You’re way too young for that - Jensen would skin me alive.”
“And wear you as a coat,” Jensen adds. “Look at him, he’s much too innocent.”
“Fuck you am I big enough for a coat. A bolero jacket at most.”
“A pair of gloves,” Jared adds, and Danni taps his arm in emphasis.
“Exactly,” she says, “pair of gloves. Though that’s still so fucking gross, Jensen.” Snapping her fingers, she holds out a hand expectantly and Jensen gives her the bottle. “I’m gonna look after my guests,” she says. “You two hang in here with your weird Psycho fantasies.”
Jensen walks closer and Jared holds his breath. “Checking up on me?” he says, and there’s a smile in his eyes.
“Nope,” Jared replies. “Getting a drink, you egotistical fuck.”
“You sweet-talk so good,” Jensen says.
Jared chokes back a laugh. “How much have you had to drink exactly?”
“Not much,” Jensen says, and he is suspiciously close now. “Just about enough to think this is a good idea.”
For one brutal second, Jared thinks Jensen means this, and it almost winds him. Then Jensen’s kissing him in the middle of Danni’s house, and yeah, this is the worst idea Jensen’s ever had. There’s an unlocked door between them and the rest of the house, the chances of them getting caught are astronomically high. Jared is blindingly hard, thinks the blood must have rushed down to his dick too fast because he’s not saying a single thing to stop this. He pulls Jensen in closer, sweet grind against him making his legs shake.
They break apart just as someone pushes into the room. It’s Chris, giving them both a weird look. “Thought you’d be downstairs,” he said. “That’s where people are smoking.”
Jensen grabs a cup of booze for himself. “Not smoking tonight, Chris,” he says easily.
“You, Jared?” Chris asks, and his eyes linger just a second too long as though he’s curious.
Jared hopes he doesn’t look as kissed as he feels, ducks his head and downs another cup from the ones gathered on the counter. “Not me,” he says, hopes the flush in his face is attributable to being a lightweight.
“Definitely not him,” Jensen says, and Jared bristles up instinctively because being told what to do in an older brother tone irritates him as much as it gets him hot, and there’s no universe where those two things should go together.
“It’s not like I haven’t smoked pot before,” he says, just to see Jensen’s face.
“Don’t want to hear it, don’t want to know it,” Jensen says, and heads into the main room, where clearly news of the party has spread because there’s more people Jared doesn’t recognise. There’s even a few people jerking desperately slightly out of time to the music, faces flushed and hot with vodka, and Jensen takes one look at them, and heads down to join the smokers anyway, Jared sticking with him. The basement used to be the house playroom, now it’s the den. Danni’s parents are way easier going than Jared’s father or Jensen’s mother are, and they don’t use the room anyway, while outside is too close to the neighbours. So anyone smoking weed does it downstairs, generally watching the worst films in Danni’s collection.
Tonight’s no exception - the lights are off, and The Room is on the small TV, air thick and heavy with the green smell of pot. They’ve clearly come in at the end of a joint, which Jared is fine with. He has a feeling that that’s not what Jensen’s brought him down here for. Everyone else is sitting on the floor, Jensen takes the sofa and Jared sits down, until Jensen pulls him down, so Jared’s partly sprawled on him, braced enough that he can see the film as well. Nobody is looking at them, he half thinks that people are mostly asleep - there’s two usual suspects who begin at the start of an evening and generally fall asleep before midnight.
Jared freezes when he feels Jensen’s hand settle itself on the dip of his back, fingers lightly stroking the skin. When he catches Jensen’s eye, there’s a tease there and also a silent reassurance that Jared can pull away if he wants to, call all this off. Conversely that makes Jared want it all more. He consciously relaxes back into the tickle of Jensen's hand, and Jensen given an inch takes a mile, slides his hand between the loose jeans and Jared's boxers, until his hand is cupping the curve of Jared's ass, and Jared can hardly force a breath into his lungs, dizzy with fear and excitement, shallowness of his air making his heart beat painfully fast. Jensen's hardly touching him, just the warmth of his hand soaking through Jared's boxers. If they weren't in a room with three other people, Jared would be naked already at the promise of that touch.
Jensen pulls back a little and insinuates his fingers under Jared's boxers, and all the way back down, hand burning against his skin. Jared watches the screen with blank eyes, but he can't think of anything other than the smooth slide of Jensen's fingers between the cheeks of his ass, the curious press of his fingers, and when Jensen's fingers, seemingly more through accident than design, tuck right up against his hole, he almost hisses, catches himself, glazes over again at the way he wants to spread for the push of Jensen's fingers, dry and insistent against him. The thump of his heart seems too loud for the room, and he can feel the tiny flex of his thighs, how much he wants it, feels like the whole of him is straining back for what Jensen can give him.
Jensen is being a tease, though, more than a tease, he's driving Jared to the edge with nothing more than the casual pad of his fingers at the meat of Jared's ass and the teasing hint of sensation at his hole. Jared can feel the fine layer of sweat on his brow already, has been chewing his lip in an attempt to not open his mouth and ask for more. He’s uncomfortably hard, thick swell of his dick pressing against the soft denim of the too big jeans that he’s so fucking glad Jensen told him to wear. He can feel every minute shift, the cant of his hips backward, the ache of needing more than he’s been given, and that is precisely nothing. He can feel the heavy presence of everyone around them; Daniel’s making stupid jokes now, but Jared can’t hear a word of them, exposed and stripped so much of all possible defense.
It’s all anticipation, and he can’t take much more of being this on edge, riding the fear that someone might see what they’re doing, and the way Jensen’s driving this reaction out of him with no more than the promise of a touch. Then Jensen’s hand is gone, and he’s sucking on his fingers with the concentration of someone who has one job and intends to do it, and even if Jared didn’t know where those fingers would be going, it’d look obscene, Jensen’s wet mouth closing around them, clinging to the slick lengths, cheeks hollowed. Jared’s pushed his dick into that mouth, he knows what it feels like, the warmth around Jensen’s fingers, and he looks away before he groans. It’s almost a shock to feel the wet slide, purposeful now, like Jensen’s mapped his territory - no more hesitation, just the not quite slick enough push of the first of Jensen's fingers into Jared's ass.
Jared thinks he might have forgotten how to breathe - at least the first breath he takes sounds practiced, an unsubtle hitch. Jensen's hand is mostly gripping the curve of his ass now, one finger pushing a little bit further, and it's not the feel of it that makes Jared want to crawl out of his skin with the need. He's done this before, when he first realized what Jensen made him feel. Had experimented, and not just with Jensen on the phone. It's the casual possession Jensen's taking of him that makes him feel like this, the utter abandon of what they're doing. There's no way to explain it. They could explain almost anything else, but they could never explain this - not the way Jensen's spreading Jared wide with his fingers. Jared can feel the sharp spark of fear sitting in his stomach, adding weight to every touch, getting him hotter and harder at the thought that if someone turns around right now, they’ll both be more fucked than Jared’s ass.
There's the fading spark of a drink or two in his veins, but it's not nearly as molten hot as this feels, the way that Jensen tucks a second finger up to the reluctant yield of Jared's body and presses, lets Jared feel the almost painful jolt that goes through his body. He wants more, needs more, can't get off like this, the steady pulse of Jensen’s fingers twitching inside him, not fucking him even a little bit, resting there like he’s perfectly content to do this for as long as he wants. It’s the sort of patience that Jared’s never seen from his brother, and it blows his mind that here and now is where Jensen’ll show it.
He can feel the steady hardness of his dick, uncomfortable now, and he knows himself, knows he’s going to be so wet that it’s a very real possibility it’s going to show, and it perversely only makes him harder, hot liquid shiver spilling through his body, face flushed with blood, the heat visible, it must be, if anyone looks. He breathes carefully, slow inhales and exhales as dialogue is whined out onscreen, and Jensen tugs him apart, knuckles deep inside him, no longer even a little slick. He wonders if Jensen is even half as hard, suspects he might be even worse off, if the way he’s trembling ever so slightly is an indicator.
It’s the shred of common sense living in his hind brain that tells him they can’t do this, not to the inevitable conclusion - Jared coming all over himself, Jensen’s fingers working it out of him. It’s a small enough room that people will know. It wouldn’t matter how many times he pointed out that they weren’t technically brothers, there’s nothing on earth that would make it okay, and even though the thought panics him enough to scare the air from his lungs, it makes him almost sick with want at the same time. He can’t communicate that to Jensen, though, just clenches down hard at the thought, then moves away for the first time from the encroachment of Jensen’s hand. “Need a drink,” he says, and his voice actually wobbles.
“Get me one?” Steve says, eyes still glued to the TV.
“Sure,” Jared says, and drags himself up, can feel Jensen slip out. Jensen doesn’t even bother pretending he has an excuse when he follows Jared out. They’ve been in Danni’s house enough times to skip the bathroom downstairs and head to her parents’ master bathroom at the back of the house, and to lock the bedroom door and the bathroom door as well before they stumble in. Jared’s struggling out of his jeans and Jensen’s fumbling at his own before giving it up as a bad job, getting a knee in between Jared’s legs and spinning him around so his elbows are braced on the counter where presumably Danni’s mother applies her makeup each day, and Jared’s going to get even with him for this, going to get Jensen screaming and squirming, just as soon as he gets the chance. He’s got a good thing going right now, though, Jensen’s hand trailing up between his thighs, casual and proprietary, and Jared catches sight of himself in the mirror - would blush if his face could get any redder.
He looks desperate, hectic colour in his face, hair a fucking mess, and he can’t see Jensen behind him, can just feel his hands tugging at his ass, and that should have warned him, because Jensen sure as hell doesn’t. The only warning he gets is a hot breath on his ass, and then Jensen pressing his tongue to where his fingers had been, padding at where Jared already feels swollen and sore from the dry thrust of Jensen’s fingers, even more sensitive than usual, and he bites down hard on his own arm. Jensen is holding him apart and in contrast with the firm grip of his hands, his tongue is tentative, the touch so feather light that Jared spreads his knees wider, leans all his weight on his arms, until Jensen yanks at his leg, drags it up to rest on the toilet lid, and licks in a way that makes Jared’s blood run cold with the nastiness of the thrill that he gets from it. He bows his head and stares at the marble of the countertop as Jensen pushes his tongue against the tightness of Jared’s body, feels himself open around the tip of it, and he can’t hold off a single second longer. Risks his balance to get his hand around his dick and jerk himself off, squirms back against the pressure of Jensen’s mouth. His hips are jerking forward into his hand as he masturbates, but Jensen moves with him, iron grip on the flesh of his ass.
At some point Jensen tries to work a finger in beside his tongue, and the unfamiliar sensation combined with Jared’s own hand is enough to make Jared come, wet all over his hands, an orgasm that leaves him so shaken he thinks he might pass out if Jensen weren’t still touching him, pressing his fingers into his thighs so hard Jared will probably bruise. He tucks his head into his elbow, face and eyes down, needs to shut it out for a moment, the intenseness of how hard he just came, the lassitude spreading through his body like now he’s come, the vodka is taking revenge.
“Fuck me,” Jared says, and his voice comes out blurred and strange, a rasp in his throat. He’s ready for it, from Jensen’s tongue, Jensen’s fingers, feels wide open and stretched, like Jensen could slide inside and use him without any more prep needed. He wants it, heavy ache inside him asking for it still, and deeper, below the want, there’s the fear that if Jensen doesn’t fuck him, he’ll lose all of this. It’s not rational or fair, but it’s there, the creeping thought that he needs it all, like some security against the future, of Jensen waking up from a months long fugue and thinking the better of it all.
Jensen takes a sharp breath, and Jared can feel his hands jerk against his skin. “Fuck,” he says, still so close that Jared can almost feel the words more than hear them, and he’s still touching Jared, still pressing his fingers in, two fingers deep again, as though he can’t stop.
For a moment, Jared thinks he might actually go ahead, spits out, “do it.”
Then Jensen’s pulling his fingers out, pressing embarrassingly soft kisses to Jared’s skin. “What would mom say if she knew I’d fucked you in a bathroom for your first time?”
Jared almost physically jerks at the sound of that, like he’s been punched in the stomach and there’s a hot flutter in his stomach at the thought of his family ever knowing about this, that is even more fucked up than everything else they’ve done. It shouldn’t get him hot, have him perk up for round two, but it ties into every nasty thought he’s ever had, the worst porn he’s ever watched. “Not my first time, asshole,” is what he takes refuge in. Jensen knows that.
“First time with me,” Jensen says, matter of fact like that’s all that counts.
Jared untangles himself from his own limbs and sits down on the lid of the toilet, can feel how wet he is still. Jensen gets up from the floor, and now that Jared’s need has worn off, he can see that Jensen looks almost painfully hard - jeans undone but not off, and it should look stupid, but there’s a kick in his gut that makes him want to be hard again, properly hard not the interested half-hardness his dick is struggling back to.
“Come on,” Jensen says, and he’s tugging his jeans back up. “We’re going to be missed.”
The thought penetrates Jared’s orgasm-fuzzed brain. Jensen looks like he’s been ridden hard - his mouth has the kind of puffiness that Jared associates in his limited experience with hour-long makeouts and blowjobs, but he still hasn’t come, and now he’s acting like he isn’t going to. Jared’s not letting that stand. He means to be a little bit sexy, drag Jensen closer by his belt or something, but it’s more desperate than anything, fingers hooking into Jensen’s boxers, until he’s so close Jared can practically smell him, the arousal coming off him. He did that, Jared thinks, kind of awed. Jensen’s this turned on just from touching him.
With clumsy hands he tugs Jensen’s jeans down even further, boxers with them, and takes a moment just to look. Jensen’s so hard, he must be hurting, and he’d soaked all the way through his boxers, wet blurt of precome staining them. Even now, he’s got his fists clenched by his sides, not touching Jared at all, like he thinks Jared might say no, which makes no sense, because all Jared’s ever said since they’ve begun is yes. He tucks it away for consideration, gets back to business, draws on his extensive experience of giving one whole blowjob - and that was mostly just getting his mouth fucked. Licks the slickness from the crown of Jensen’s dick, carefully, methodically, trying to tease Jensen into grabbing his hair like Jared thinks he might want it grabbed. Jensen doesn’t, he just braces himself on the towel rail and waits, rocks himself ever so slightly, just enough to push at Jared’s lips as though he’s asking permission.
Jared opens his mouth, lets Jensen slip in, moves forward to take him in fast, and promptly chokes, throat seizing up around Jensen’s dick, which at last surprises a moan out of Jensen. Jared’s face flushes up again, he can feel the slow crawl of it down his chest. It looked so much easier on film, Jensen made it look downright fun even, and he can’t even get half of it in. He wants to do it like they did last night, Jensen fucking his mouth like he owned it, like he knew how much Jared could take, but even more of him wants this - Jensen letting Jared do what he wants. Second time he goes slow, sucks at the head of Jensen’s dick, lets his mouth stretch around it, relying on the visuals, and sure enough Jensen lets out a small, stifled sound, fist pushing at his mouth as he stares down at Jared, and finally touches him, runs his hand over his cheek, pushes at the bulge of his own dick in Jared’s mouth, and Jared sucks harder.
He’s got both hands hanging onto Jensen now, face pressed as far against him as he can manage, only Jensen in his vision, all of his senses taken up, still nowhere near getting him all in, but not caring - Jensen’s finally moving, slow thrusts in time with the eager hollowing of Jared’s mouth. Jared’s mouth is sore, as swollen as Jensen’s now, he can feel the heat and puffiness of his mouth, but he can’t stop himself or make them take it easy. He grabs Jensen’s ass when Jensen pulls out, accidentally digs his nails in too deep as he feels himself lose balance, and Jensen comes just like that, eyes wide open and astonished as he looks down at Jared, comes all over his face, thick white spatter on his mouth and cheeks, Jared as shocked as Jensen looks.
It’s not nearly as shocked as Jared thinks they both must look at the drunken banging at the door. Jared almost brains himself trying to get his jeans back on, and Jensen tries to do up his flies, while groping for the air freshener and only succeeding in spraying shaving cream into the air which accomplishes absolutely nothing, and in fact makes the situation look worse. There’s a frantic moment where Jared can’t think of any way this can be explained, before Jensen pushes him to his knees, and it’s so fucked up that the first thought Jared has is that they just did that, before he gets it. Jensen unlocks the door as Jared semi-realistically heaves into the toilet, and explains to the girl waiting outside that Jared’s feeling sick, hears the “lightweight” accusation that he can’t counter while he’s like this.
Jared flushes the toilet and cedes the room to her - she’s so drunk that she doesn’t even notice anything is weird - and wanders out to the bedroom, Jensen’s hand on his shoulder, before he grasps the obvious - they locked the doors, so whoever is in the bathroom now was in the bedroom when they stumbled in. He unlocks the door and stumbles out into the light of the hallway, feels Jensen spin him round and swipe his hand over Jared’s face. Jesus, he’s still covered in come, and it shouldn’t be hot, it definitely shouldn’t, but it is, knowing that Jensen did that to him, in the bathroom of Danni’s house.
The rest of the party is a blur, there’s a few more drinks, and he’s beginning to ache. Eventually he loses Jensen somewhere, and crawls into a bed that he’s 90% sure isn’t one he’s supposed to be in, and sleeps the sleep of the dead. Waking up, it’s not his ass that hurts, it’s his lower back, and he’s got a mouth that tastes like it’s been used as a trashcan. He’s next to Jensen, who is snoring like he always does when he sleeps like this. Jared’s not going to let him forget that, wishes he had a camera to hand to immortalize this moment forever.
He rolls over in preparation for getting up - there’s someone on the floor beside the bed as well, head tipped down in sleep, blanket draped over them. Danni’s going to rope them into cleaning, he’s sure of it, but he can’t bring himself to care. Before he can get up, though, Jensen’s pulling him back, pressing him down into the mattress for the quietest possible kiss. Jared can’t help it, he responds to that touch, even though he knows this is the worst possible place for it.
“When we get home,” he manages to get out. “And you’ve brushed your teeth.”
Jensen laughs. “Deal. In our bed.”
Jared can’t wait for it, brother or not. He makes to get up again before whoever has crashed on the floor wakes up and sees them cuddling, but Jensen yanks him back again. “The internship,” he says. “Two weeks are at the central office. I’m renting a double room, you know if you wanted...” He stops, and Jared watches in mild fascination as pink sweeps Jensen’s face.
“Fuck yes,” he says without even waiting for Jensen to finish. Two weeks with Jensen, alone, with nobody knowing what they are? He can’t think of anything better.
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