FIC | RPS < J2 < Everything You Want < NC17

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Title: Everything You Want
Fandom: RPS - Actors
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jensen's the owner of a small town ranch, and Jared's a recommended worker -- not to mention a complete tease. Jensen, who's been plotting to get in Jared's pants since the moment he saw him, almost doesn't know how to act.
Note: I wrote this a few months ago (sometime in May), but thought it was horrible. Recently, I've done a bit of editing and have decided to post it.
Note2 / Other Characters: Sometime ago, I dared myself to include the actors, Ryan Merriman and Kris Lemche in a story. This is that story. You could say they play major roles in this story, being two of Jensen's workers, but you don't need to know them to read the story.
Warnings: AU, slash, sexual content, language, bottom!Jared.
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul.
Words: 9,270


EVERYTHING YOU WANT

"Hey, hey Jensen."

The owner of the Lucky Sun Ranch turned towards the voice, smirking at Ryan Merriman, who seemed eager to tell him something. Ryan was a young guy with arms and shoulders like a monster -- he worked hard, despite his playful nature, and Jensen could admit that he looked good doing it. Ah, the pleasures of being the single boss at a ranch; no lover to get pissed at him if he checked out the other men.

"What's up, Ryan?"

"You were talking about needing more guys here," Ryan said, "'Cause there's only us three. I have a friend who needs a job, and I'm pretty sure he'd be perfect here."

Jensen quirked a brow lazily, squinting around at the ranch. Kris Lemche, his only other ranch-hand, stuck out like a sore thumb, as always. But at least he was working, Jensen had to remind himself. Ryan followed his gaze, but didn't look at Kris for too long, his smile faltering just slightly. Kris started past them, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of a hand, seemingly ignoring them.

"He'll be a good worker," he promised. Then in a quieter tone, "Much better than --" he nodded at Kris.

Jensen smirked again -- Kris wasn't necessarily a bad worker, he just wasn't cut out for farm work. He and Jensen were pals though, so Jensen kept him there. The shorter man stopped in his tracks, turned and shot a glare at Ryan.

"Hey jackass," he said, "I'm not deaf, dumb and blind, you know?"

"Come on, Kris," Ryan said, "You know this kind of stuff don't blow no wind up your skirt. You're more of an artsy type of guy."

"And you're more of a pedophile type," Kris said, "Eat me."

Ryan gaped as Kris turned and continued on his way, and Jensen chuckled before he let out a low whistle.

"I'm guessin' he's still sour about the break-up," he said.

Ryan closed his mouth, blinking a few times, and he nodded. Then his happy-go-lucky smile was on his face again, and he glanced up at Jensen. "I don't really look like a pedophile, do I?" he asked.

Jensen pushed his lips out thoughtfully, cocking his head some, and he grinned. "Give it a couple of more years," he said. Ryan laughed, but then Jensen decided to continue -- he was an easy boss, a fun boss, but he was still a boss, right? "Seriously, though Ryan. You two need to cut this shit -- this may be a farm of queers, but I can't have him walking around like a PMSing bitch all the time. Work it out, alright?"

Ryan nodded quickly, and Jensen turned, starting towards the front door of the large ranch house. One thing that was nice about working here was the fact that it was big enough to house him and his workers, big enough for him to still have an office, yet small enough that it didn't take up the whole land. The Lucky Sun Ranch was the most well-known in their small town, even if it was mostly known due to the fact that it was run by a gay man.

"So anyway," Ryan was following, "Want me to tell you more about my friend?"

"Sure."

"He's gay -- of course, I wouldn't offer this job to anyone unless they were -- and he's single," Ryan said, "He's pretty nice --"

"And here I was, hoping you'd tell me why he'd be a good worker," Jensen said with a smirk over his shoulder.

Ryan grinned sheepishly, "Oh," he said. "Well, he just moved to town and doesn't exactly have a place to say -- he's desperate for the job. He's just about willing to do anything to earn some money, and I told him you were one of those strict, hard to please bosses. It'll keep him on his toes if you decide to hire him."

Jensen entered his office, turning to glance at the only slightly smug-looking Ryan, and he smirked. "This guy's just your friend?" he asked, skeptically.

Ryan nodded, "Real cute, but not my type," he answered.

"He's not the artsy type, huh?" Jensen asked playfully, and despite the slight sun burn Ryan was working on, Jensen could tell he was blushing. "Tell you what," he said, "Bring the guy down on Friday, I'll talk to him. If I like him, he can work here."

"You will," Ryan said quickly. "Very likable."

Jensen grinned, then he placed his hands on his hips. "Boy, you sunburned to shit -- why don't you ever wear a hat?" he asked.

Ryan shrugged. "I always look like a creep when I wear a hat," he answered.

Jensen grabbed his own Stetson from where it'd been sitting on his desk, and he dropped it on Ryan's head. He placed a hand thoughtfully on his jaw, then plucked at the sleeveless tee Ryan was wearing.

"It's your shirts," he said. "Your shirts never go with these hats. But if you took your shirt off, that'd defeat the purpose of wearing hat in the first place, wouldn't it?"

"Boss," Ryan said cheekily, "Are you trying to get me to walk around shirtless? All you had to do was ask."

Jensen grinned. "If I had my way, you'd walk around naked."

"That can be arranged," Ryan said, jokingly grabbing for his belt buckle.

Chuckling, Jensen shook his head some and stepped around his desk, sitting down in his leather chair. "Get to work then," he said, then as Ryan reached for the hat, "Keep it -- any more sun on your face'll make you look atrocious."

"Oh boss of mine," Ryan said with a sigh, despite his grin, and he started to back out of the room, "How you have a way with words."

Grinning, Jensen waved him off with a hand. "Go," he said, and he listened to Ryan disappear down the hall, chuckling to himself.

* * *

Maybe if Jensen had been desperate for another worker, he wouldn't have forgotten he'd told Ryan he'd meet with his friend. But he wasn't in dire need of another ranch-hand, and this led to Jensen being confused when the friend in question showed up on Friday afternoon. Jensen looked up from the mail he'd been sorting through on his desk, and his brow furrowed when he found a man standing awkwardly in his doorway.

"Yes?" Jensen asked.

"I, ah...I'm Ryan's friend," the tall man said, shrugging a set of broad shoulders. He was holding a hat -- straw, cowboy style with a band -- in front of him, and he was twisting it between his hands. "He told me it'd be alright to come back here."

"Oh," Jensen said dumbly. Then it hit him, and he stood up. "Ohh -- Ryan's friend. Yeah, yeah...come on in. Sorry 'bout that, having a bit of an off day."

As the stranger entered the room, obviously relieved, Jensen did a quick once over. Only a couple of inches taller than himself, the man had a shag of brown hair, flattened by the hat, and an angular jaw bone. He was wearing a pair of ragged jeans that hugged his long legs appreciatively, and a button-up plaid shirt, the sleeves torn off to reveal well toned arms. He was young, had a kind of boyish charm to him.

Jensen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, not caring if the man noticed. Ryan had said the guy was cute.

"Name's Jensen," he said, rounding the desk to extend a hand. "Jensen Ackles."

The man quickly reached to take his hand; his grip was tight and warm, his hands big and strong -- good for ranch work.

"Oh, I'm Jared Padalecki," he said.

Reminding himself that this was a possible worker and not just some random hottie, Jensen managed to reclaim his hand and not say anything stupid. Keeping what he hoped was a friendly smile (and not a wicked leer) on his face, Jensen gestured to one of the two wooden chairs in front of his desk.

"Have a seat," he said, going back to his own chair.

Jared seemed grateful for the offer, sinking into the chair on the left and making it creak a protest. He set his hat precariously on his knees, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed -- a motion that turned Jensen on more than it should've.

"You nervous, Jared?" he asked, attempting not to imagine the other man in any sexual position, attempting idle chatter like a normal human being.

Jared smirked, giving way hints of dimples. "Isn't everyone nervous at the prospect of a new job?" he joked.

With a small chuckle, Jensen nodded. "Suppose so," he said. He gave a short sigh, "Well, let me tell you how I run this place," he said. "I don't do no fancy applications or anything -- I don't care for your mother's maiden name or what high school you went to. I don't need your birthdate or social security number. I just want to know if you'll be a hard worker. You'll get paid every Friday, cold hard cash."

He paused just briefly, but Jared only nodded, listening attentively.

"You don't have to stay on the ranch if you don't want," Jensen went on. "Though my other workers will tell you it makes things a lot easier. If you do choose to stay, you won't have to pay me rent -- your hard work takes care of that. Utilities -- electric, heat, water -- that's also taken care of."

He had to smirk at the way Jared's eyebrows raised, almost disappearing into his bangs. Apparently he hadn't been expecting much.

"Food, on the other hand," Jensen continued. "There's always food in this house, as we're a sharing family, but if you don't like it, or if you want something specific, you'll have to buy it yourself. And if you aren't willing to share said specific something, I suggest you put your name on it." He gave a little grin, "That is, if you'll be staying, of course."

And that earned another smirk from Jared and his pearly whites.

"Now when it comes to actual work," Jensen said, "Shift starts at seven in the morning, ends at four. Long days, but your nights are completely your own. Working here, you'll be expected to care after our horses and cattle, occasionally transport our horses and cattle, maybe brand our horses and cattle, and other stupid shit like fixing leaky roofs. You have any experience with this kind of stuff?"

Jared scratched at the back of his neck, his gaze lowered just slightly. "No experience with horses and cattle," he said, "Yet. But my uncle was a contractor, sometimes got me to help him out. I'll probably be real good at fixing leaky roofs."

Jensen grinned again, telling himself he liked Jared because he was just a likable guy, and not because he was built like a Greek god. "Let me ask you how you and Ryan know each other," he said, sitting back in his chair -- now it was his own curiosity, not the normal boss-like question.

"I used to live around here," Jared answered. "We went to school together before I moved for a little while."

Jensen nodded, then all-too-innocently asked, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six," apparently Jared didn't notice anything wrong with Jensen's interest.

"So you're friends with Ryan," Jensen said, "Does that mean you know Kris?"

"With a K?" Jared asked.

A smirk came to Jensen's face as he remembered meeting Kris for the first time ("That's Kris-With-A-K Lemche,"), and he nodded.

Jared grinned slightly, shrugging his shoulders. "I've heard about him," he said.

"Ryan talk a lot about him?"

"Gabs like a little girl," Jared said smoothly.

Jensen laughed -- yeah, this guy was definitely likable. "What's he say?"

"Depends," Jared answered. "When he's mad at him, it's 'That fucking bastard Kris-with-a-k' all sarcastic-like. But when he's in a good mood, he swoons and acts like a woman."

It was obvious Jared had relaxed a little bit, and Jensen was glad. He was still smirking, liking to imagine how Ryan would act if he knew what they were talking about. Deciding it was time to get back on track though, Jensen went back to business.

"Alright," he said. "Just got two questions for you now; one, you plan on being a good worker?"

"Yes sir, I do," Jared nodded.

"Two," Jensen grinned, "You plan on rooming here?"

* * *

It was hard to tell who was more excited about Jared getting the job, Jared or Ryan.

"Thanks boss," Ryan had said multiple times. "I owe you."

"Just make sure to teach him everything you know," Jensen had told him. "If he fucks up, I'm holding you responsible."

Of course, he didn't expect Jared to mess up at all, and especially not because of Ryan, who despite his class-clownish attitude, was a thorough worker -- it was just fun to play the part of the big bad boss every now and then.

Stepping outside, Jensen squinted against the harsh rays of the sun, and he made his way to the cattle yard, where he knew Jared was being shown the ropes on how to brand the animals. Three days at the Lucky Sun Ranch and he was fitting in quite nicely, and Jensen was learning more about him. Like that he was quiet, but certainly not shy, more often than not just lost in his own thoughts. He was an optimistic kind of guy, imaginative and smart. He could've easily been working somewhere else and making much more money, but he'd admitted to Jensen that he was looking to lead a quiet, simple life. He was patient and laid back, and by God Jensen wanted him. Bad.

His desire (a primal and animalistic flame inside of him) only grew with each passing second, and he supposed it was mostly do to a subconscious feeling of duty. Why, he'd fucked Ryan the very day he'd hired him; he'd made it into Kris' pants within forty-eight hours of handing him a job -- it was only fair if he nailed Jared too, right?

He pushed these thoughts out of his mind as he reached his men, talking down the erection that'd been threatening him. Jared was leaning back against the fence of the yard, his hips pushed out in a most enticing way. His worn jeans were leaving nothing to the imagination as they clung to his body, and Jensen's throat dried as he was able to make out the shape of Jared's cock against his thigh.

Ryan was standing in front of him, talking very animatedly and waving his arms around like he was playing a damn game of charades. Kris stood beside them, arms folded over his chest, and his gaze fixed on Ryan -- for once he wasn't glaring. The two were at least on friendly speaking terms again, though Jensen couldn't be sure how long that would last. It wasn't that Ryan was a stupid guy, not at all, it was just that he never really thought of the things he was saying. And Kris was easily offended.

The three of them looked up as Jensen approached. Jensen decided against commenting on Ryan's sunburn, as the other man must not have cared too much, still not doing anything to protect his face. Unlike Kris though, who piled on the sunscreen and wore a baseball cap, somehow managing to maintain a healthy pale.

"Hey boss," Ryan said, arms falling to his sides loudly.

Jensen gave them all a little nod, making sure his gaze didn't linger on Jared for too long. "What're y'all doing?" he asked.

"Ryan's telling Jared some horror stories," Kris said. "Just getting to the one where he had to run across the yard buck-ass naked."

"A.k.a. my favorite conversation starter," Ryan said.

"Which is weird, since I haven't heard it yet," Jared said.

"Oh," Jensen said, nodding shortly, "It is a horror story, definitely."

Ryan looked back to Jared, swatting the air at Jensen. "Anyway," he said, "As I was saying, this bull was pissed, I could tell he just hated my guts and wanted nothing more than to gore me to death with them horns of his. But Jensen had given me a job to do, and I'm a trooper."

Jensen and Kris rolled their eyes at each other, and then Jensen side-glanced Jared who was listening with interest as Ryan told his tale. He was still leaning back against the fence, a half-grin on his face that perfectly displayed his dimples, and Jensen couldn't help but imagine taking that man and bending him over right then and there. He knew the others wouldn't mind.

"So then," Ryan was saying, and Jensen quickly tuned back into him, in case he had to react, "I don't know what happened. One minute everything's hunky-dory, and the next, that sucker's coming at me full speed. I did what any young, strapping ranch-hand like myself would do..." he paused for dramatic effect.

"You screamed like the bitch you are," Jared said.

"I screamed like the bitch I am," Ryan agreed, nodding. "And I took off. I don't think I've ever run faster in my entire life -- and the yard seemed like it was fuckin' two times bigger than normal." He grinned as he remembered, and gave a little sigh, "Now, remember, this is the one day I decided I didn't feel like wearing a shirt, so I was already half-naked. And the only stuff I'm wearing are these thin, ratty, holey things --"

"Because he doesn't like to do laundry," Kris added.

"-- and my boots," Ryan ignored him. "I make it to the fence, I think I'm in the clear, and I go to jump over it. My pants get caught!" A break for laughter from he and Jared -- Jensen liked the new guy's laugh, it was hearty. "But that bull is still coming, and I know he's coming through that fence. So I try to pull my jeans off the haggard-ass wood, while simultaneously yelling for anybody that would listen, and my pants rip completely up the side of one of my legs.

"It was either stay there and fuss over my already ruined jeans," Ryan went on, "Or get the hell outta dodge. So I did what any of y'all would've done -- I took my jeans off. Kicked out of them faster than I would've had I thought I was getting laid by Brad Pitt. And I manged to keep my boots on. Just as I started to run again, I hear the bull crash through the fence."

"How'd you guys stop it?" Jared asked, looking briefly to Jensen.

"Well," Jensen said, "I was in my office at the time, dealing with two of the men who'd brought the bull up for us. And I glanced out my window to see Ryan running across the yard. It took all of us and some tranquilizer to bring that bull down -- and we didn't keep it. Sent it back to where it came from, got my money back. That was a mean bitch."

"But what made it completely hilarious," Kris said, and before he could even finish, Ryan was cracking up, "Was that because he was so scared, Ryan wasn't trying to cover himself at all. He just let it all hang out and bounce around as he ran."

"Much to the shock of the owners of the beast," Ryan said, hooting with laughter.

"We all had to take a second," Jensen said, grinning, "Just to wonder how in the hell Ryan had lost his pants. Of course, we assumed the worst -- that he had a kinky side to him that no one knew about."

Sighing, Ryan wiped at his eyes. "That was the day I almost left the farm," he said. He smacked at Jared's arm and added, "'Cause Jensen was going to fire me for messing with the animals."

"Can you blame me?" Jensen asked.

"Yeah," Kris said, "And we still don't know why that bull was so mad at you."

"Innocent until proven guilty," Ryan said, hands up defensively. He glanced at his watch, sighing, "End of shift already? Thank God."

Kris agreed, stretching his arms behind himself, and saying, "I'm gonna grab a quick shower."

Enter the biggest problem of staying on the ranch -- the one running shower. Ryan's smile quickly turned into a look of determination, his eyebrows raising and hiding themselves beneath his bangs.

"Oh no you aren't," he said.

"Oh yeah, I am."

Quicker than the speed of light, Ryan was pulling out a coin, and without any warning, he tossed it up into the air. "Call it!"

"Tails."

Kris was a predictable kind of guy, Jensen had learned. He always chose tails when flipping coins, and when it came to Rock, Paper, Scissors, he was a paper man.

Ryan reached to catch the quarter, but Jensen got to it first, all but snatching it out of the air. He slapped it onto the back of his other hand, but he didn't reveal it just yet, glancing up at his two workers.

"You both are completely immature, you know that?" he asked, taking secret amusement in the dramatic way Kris rolled his eyes.

"Heads or tails?" Ryan demanded, as though it were a life-or-death situation.

Jensen lifted his hand. It was tails.

"Best two outta three," Ryan said to Kris as the coin was passed back to him.

Instead of answering, Kris turned on his heel and started back towards the house. Ryan chased after him, still trying to convince him differently, and Jensen found himself alone with Jared. He turned to the younger man, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans.

"Well," he said, "How're you liking it so far?"

Jared sighed, pausing thoughtfully. "It's a little more complex than I thought it would be," he admitted. "And after hearing a couple of Ryan's stories," he added with a smirk, "I'm starting to get a little worried."

"Don't," Jensen said, grinning. "Ryan's just one of those guys who bad luck's attracted to. I've been doing this stuff my whole life and haven't been through nearly as much as that guy. You'll be fine."

Mirroring his grin, Jared nodded, gazing out across the field before them. It was a torturous summer, and the color of the grass reflected that. Jensen looked away so that he could study Jared's profile, and he tried to think of something they could talk about. Like an idiot however, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"So -- anyone special back where you come from?" He quickly added, so as not to seem too suspicious, "How do they like you working here?"

"There's no one special," Jared answered slowly.

"Oh," Jensen replied lamely.

Jared suddenly started to laugh, turning to Jensen. "There was nothing wrong with you asking," he said.

Definitely relieved, Jensen let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Didn't know if it was a sore subject or not," he said.

Jared laughed again, shaking his head. "Nope," he said, "Not even a subject at all."

A short silence fell over them, but much to Jensen's surprise, it wasn't awkward. Granted, it was uncomfortable, what with the way he couldn't stop formulating a plan to get between Jared's legs and all. But other than that, he felt like he and Jared could've stood there like that all day. And Jared must've felt the same way because he didn't move.

"Boss?"

There was a certain way Jared said this one very simple word that made something stir in Jensen. He hoped it didn't show, and he side-glanced the other man.

"Yeah?"

"All this talk...are you trying to hit on me?"

Jensen was caught off guard and his jaw dropped slightly. "What?" was all he could get out.

Jared passed him a sly smirk, and there was a gleam of sorts to his eye. Despite this, and even with what he said, his words came out a bit tentatively, "Ryan's told me all about you."

Now this, of course, made Jensen raise his eyebrows. "Has he now?" he asked.

Jared looked away, tearing their gazes apart, and he shrugged his shoulders as he straightened. "It's actually something that helped me in making my decision to come here," he said, smooth and casual.

With a last parting grin, he slipped past Jensen to go towards the house. This...this was new, that was for sure. Jensen turned and watched Jared's retreating back, unable to come up with a coherent thought. It'd almost sounded as if Jared had given him permission to make a move at him.

And it'd confused Jensen more than he would've liked to admit.

* * *

The next few days were not fun for Jensen at all.

He was busy trying to arrange for Kris to take a couple of their prize horses to the town over on Saturday, and Jared, he'd discovered, was a very subtle tease. It was all in the way he looked at Jensen, his eyes seeming to say, 'Yeah, I know you want me,' and it was in the way he brushed Jensen's hand with his own as they passed one another. Sometimes, Jared even went as far as to let his knuckles slide over Jensen's ass when he wasn't looking.

But sometimes it seemed like all he was doing was testing Jensen, and Jensen didn't know how to act about it. Should he just jump his bones already? Or should he act like he was nonplussed? He'd decided to pretend not to notice any of Jared's moves, instead wanting to test the waters before he dove right in.

"You alright, boss?"

Of course, he hadn't been expecting anyone to notice. But Ryan was like a big happy dog, and dogs are usually very empathetic -- Jensen side-glanced his worker as they stood in the kitchen. It was Friday morning, and a pot of coffee was brewing. The sky was still dark outside the windows, and though Jensen was used to getting up early, he was still ready to crawl back into bed.

"What?" he asked, wondering why it looked like Ryan had been up for hours.

"These past couple of days," Ryan said slowly, "Something's wrong."

Jensen sighed slightly, then shook his head. "I just could use a vacation," he said. "Maybe go to one of those nude beaches."

"That's just what we need," Ryan chortled, "I can see it now."

"See what?" Jensen smirked.

"You humping anything that walked by you," Ryan said, playfully. "You'd get banned from the beach."

Jensen couldn't help but laugh at that, and he nodded. "You're probably right," he said.

There was a small silence, and as he was pouring himself a cup of coffee, he watched out of the corner of his eye as Ryan seemed to be watching him. He quirked a brow, turning to the younger man, and Ryan lowered his gaze sheepishly.

"Uh," he started, "So I know Kris is doing that run tomorrow..."

"Yeah," Jensen said.

"I was wondering if maybe I could go with him," Ryan said slowly. "Last night me and him kinda talked, and if we're alone tomorrow, it'll give us more time to get over our differences."

Jensen had to raise both of his eyebrows at this. "Really?" he asked. "You guys settled it?"

"We started to," Ryan said. "He still thinks I look like a pedophile, and I still think he's catty and shallow. But we're working on it."

Chuckling, Jensen put a hand on his hip, sipping lightly at the steaming coffee. "I don't know," he said. "You and Kris alone? For all I know you two'll be pulling over to the side of the road to get busy. Get over your differences, my ass."

Ryan grinned, color blooming slightly in his cheeks, and he shrugged his shoulders. "I promise not to pull over until the horses are safely delivered," he said, "And the money is in our hand."

Jensen smiled, "Okay," he said. "I'll allow it this time."

It wasn't until Ryan had walked away that Jensen realized this meant he and Jared would be alone. Excitement bubbled over in his gut, and his mind was immediately filled with the things he'd like to do to his newest ranch-hand. Of course, he pushed away these images -- he still didn't know what Jared's intentions were.

He didn't know he'd find out later on that day.

Fridays were always long and dull, probably because it was the end of the week, and occasionally the guys went out for drinks. Tonight wasn't one of those nights that Jensen felt like going, but Ryan and Kris were all for it. Ryan eventually convinced Jared, and all Jared had to do was say, 'Aren't you coming, boss?' and Jensen made his decision.

Just something in the way he said that one very simple word.

The bar they liked to hang out at was a small thing called John's -- the full name was Cowboy John's, but nobody ever included the first part. It was a dimly-lit place with karaoke every night of the week except Fridays, when they had their live bands, usually country.

Ryan led the way into the joint, immediately greeting anyone within a ten foot radius of him, introducing Jared to all of the regulars -- it was almost sad the way Ryan knew the names of practically everyone there. Slipping past them and giving the occasional greeting nod when he had to, Jensen made his way to the bar, hoping a drink would do him good.

Wouldn't you know it? Not two seconds after he'd ordered his beer, Jared appeared in the seat beside him. Jensen unintentionally stiffened, and then he cursed himself, knowing that Jared had noticed.

"Well," Jared said slowly, "You certainly muddle up my brain."

Jensen side-glanced him, playing dumb. "What?"

A smirk came to Jared's face as he turned to Jensen. "One minute," he said, "You're all over me, wanting to know if I'm fucking anyone --"

Jensen almost didn't catch the rest of the sentence, as something carnal stirred in him at the sound of such a word leaving Jared's mouth.

"--but when I start throwing myself at you," Jared went on, "You clam up on me."

Now, Jensen had never really been confronted about something like this -- come to think of it, he'd never really been in a situation like this before. Usually when he wanted someone, he had them whenever he pleased. But Jared was different for some reason.

"Throwing yourself at me?" Jensen asked after a thoughtful pause, "Is that what you call it?"

Jared's dimples flashed. "I thought I was making it pretty obvious," he said.

"Not obvious enough, apparently," Jensen said. "I thought you were playing around."

"I was," Jared said, shrugging. "But in a serious way." Jensen smirked, but didn't respond right away, and when Jared spoke again, his tone was low. "I'm not looking for a relationship, boss."

That word. Jensen glanced at Jared again, quirking a brow. "Oh?" was all he could get out he found.

More grinning, and Jared nodded. "Look," he said, "You're a good-looking guy, and you must find me attractive in some way or another -- let's just get it out of our systems and have a bit of fun."

This wasn't the Jared Padalecki that had introduced himself to Jensen in his office, twisting his hat between his hands and acting nervous. Then again, that'd been before Jared had realized Jensen was attracted to him, and Jensen knew that an ego boost could definitely make someone more confident.

"Ryan didn't tell me about this side of you," Jensen said.

"That's 'cause Ryan doesn't know about it," Jared answered very simply.

Jensen didn't know what to say to this. He was getting the impression that Jared was more like him than he'd originally thought -- not a sex fiend, but damn near it. Of course, this thought led to images popping up in Jensen's head, images that made his dick twitch in his jeans. He tried to cover them up with other thoughts, taking a too-big gulp of his beer.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Jared said, his words very slow, and his gaze steady on Jensen's.

It didn't take a genius to understand what Jared was saying, but Jensen raised his eyebrows in question. A mischievous grin came to Jared's face, and he winked just barely, it was almost unnoticeable. Then he stood up from the stool, and he started away from the bar, towards the small hallway with the 'Restrooms' sign above it.

Jensen stared in the direction he'd disappeared for a moment, before turning back to his drink. He gave it a half-second's thought, took another drink of his beer, and stood quickly. He spun on his heel to go to the bathroom, and he all but collided with another man.

"Jensen!" he recognized the surprised voice almost immediately, and it sent jolts through his body -- there was only one man with that ability.

Brow furrowing, Jensen stepped back some, and his eyes widened. "Jeff!" he said, "Holy shit."

Jeffrey Dean Morgan was the reason Jensen had his own ranch -- he was the man Jensen had started working for when he was just eighteen-years-old, the man who'd made Jensen what he was today. And he was also the man that introduced him to gay sex.

Needless to say, Jeff was important. More important than Jared, no matter how bad it sounded to admit it. If Jensen had brushed Jeff off and walked away, that would not have settled well with anyone, even himself.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, still surprised. Jeff had moved to Kansas where he'd had a new ranch built, and the last Jensen had heard, he'd been doing good for himself.

"Just passing through town on some business," Jeff answered. "I didn't know you still hung out at this dive."

"Come on," Jensen said, grinning, "Cowboy John's is classic."

Next thing Jensen knows, he's being handed another drink, and being sucked into a conversation with Jeff, finding that he can't complain. The night seemed to go by in a blur, as Jeff -- who knew Jensen's drinking weaknesses, mind you -- kept buying him more and more alcohol, and not the cheap kind.

One minute, Jensen's drinking with Jeff, and the next he's practically being dragged into the house, by a complaining Ryan, and a smirking Jared. Jensen fought the urge to tell Jared he had a nice smile -- he was sure Jared was already aware, or else who wouldn't flash it around so often.

"Jeez, boss," Ryan said, all but dropping Jensen onto his bed. "I'm gonna have to call that Morgan tomorrow and give him a piece of my mind."

Jensen found he could only laugh at the idea of Ryan giving Jeff a talking-to -- it just wasn't something he could see happening. His laugh faded however, as he realized how comfortable his bed was. Ryan continued grumbling as he and Jared worked to get Jensen's boots off. Jared, Jensen noticed, hadn't stopped smirking, though Jensen couldn't imagine why.

"Will you be awake when Kris and me leave tomorrow?" Ryan asked.

"If I'm not," Jensen mumbled, "Wake me."

Ryan said something that Jensen didn't catch, and he left Jensen's room, shuffling tiredly. Jensen looked back to Jared, who still stood over him.

"Look," Jensen said, the logical side of his brain telling him he'd regret his words later, but the drunk side barreling full-steam ahead. "Sorry about earlier. Don't take it the wrong way -- I do want to fuck you, you know. I have since --"

One of Jared's slender fingers was suddenly over Jensen's lips, silencing him. Jared's grin seemed to illuminate his face in the darkness.

"Don't worry," Jared said, in a low tone, his warm breath dancing across Jensen's face. "We'll be all alone tomorrow."

And Jared kissed him. Jensen wished he hadn't been so buzzed, so that maybe he could've remembered something more than the taste of beer on Jared's lips. When the younger man pulled away, he was chuckling under his breath.

Jensen was asleep before he even left the room.

* * *

For a person who didn't get drunk often, those few drinks had been just enough to give Jensen a hangover. It wasn't as bad as some he'd had in the past, but it definitely had him going for the aspirin when Ryan woke him up. Leaning against the kitchen counter as he waited for more coffee to brew, Jensen attempted to wake himself up. Jared was outside with Kris and Ryan, helping them prepare the trailer that the horses would ride in.

Thinking about Jared made Jensen feel like an idiot. He'd had the perfect chance the night before, and he was sure he'd positively blown it. And then he'd gone far enough to tell Jared he wanted to fuck him. When had Jensen turned into such a lightweight?

In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if Jared changed his mind, or hell, decided he didn't --

Jensen had to pause, straightening slightly, as all of last night came back to him. What Jared had said, what Jared had done. There was a small part of him that was worried he might've dreamed the kiss.

"Hey."

Kris' voice startled Jensen out of his thoughts, and he turned to the other man. Thankfully, Kris didn't notice his state.

"We're gonna be rolling out," Kris said.

"Do everything you need to?" Jensen asked, naturally. "Put the --?"

"Triple checked it all, boss," Kris said with a smirk.

Jensen gave a little grin. "You know I have to ask," he said, fixing himself a cup of coffee finally.

"I do, I do," Kris replied. "We'll be back late tonight."

"Don't expect you until tomorrow, to be honest," Jensen said playfully, before he wiggled his eyebrows.

Kris sighed, though he was still smirking. "So Ryan's not the only one who thinks he's getting lucky on this drive," he said.

"Think?" Jensen asked, "Hell, I know it, Lemche."

Instead of the normal smart-assed response one expected from Kris, he only raised his eyebrows, just the barest hints of skepticism in this expression.

"We'll call if anything changes," he said. "But expect us late tonight."

Jensen nodded, still grinning, and he watched as Kris left. A second later, as he was nursing his too-hot drink, Ryan came in to say his own farewell. He told Jensen not to expect them until the next day, and Jensen just went right along with it, and then Ryan was gone. Jared was still outside; Jensen could hear him seeing the others off.

When his coffee was barely cool enough, Jensen downed it quickly before disappearing to take a shower. It wasn't that he wanted to avoid Jared, it was just that he didn't know how to approach him. Things tended to get a bit awkward after Jensen had been near booze.

After his shower, he managed to occupy himself with bills and receipts, sorting mail and licking stamps. Normally he put off these minor chores until the last minute, and he always moaned and groaned about having to do them. But now he was rather grateful that he had it, as it took Jared completely off his mind. At least until Jared appeared in the doorway, thumbs hooked on his belt, hat perched on his head.

"How're you feeling?" he asked.

Jensen glanced at him, pausing for just a thoughtful second. "Embarrassed?" he admitted, unsurely.

A smirk. "I meant your head," he said playfully.

And despite himself, Jensen grinned. "Much better than earlier," he said.

"You don't drink too often, do you?" Jared asked next.

"That's one way of putting it," Jensen answered.

Wearing a grin, Jared entered the room, which suddenly felt like it was too crowded. Jensen pretended to be busy cleaning up the clutter on his desk, and Jared neared him slowly. When he glanced up again, Jared was standing right beside the chair practically, looking down at him.

"Think it'd be alright if you took a little break?" he asked, his voice just a touch thicker than before.

Jensen swallowed, wondering if this was really happening, and he smirked, sitting back in his chair. "I reckon the boss won't mind," he joked.

Without warning, Jared leaned down and captured Jensen's lips in his own. Jared's lips were soft, but his kiss was firm and rough, just the way Jensen liked it. Now, with such a build-up during the days before, one would expect this moment to be one of those wonderful, is-this-really-happening moments. And sure, the thought had crossed Jensen's mind, was this really, finally happening?

The way his blood started to flow to his groin was enough evidence for him, and Jensen came to life.

He reached up with one hand, grabbing roughly at the back of Jared's neck, and starting to move his mouth against the younger man's. It was passionate, but it was animalistic, it was primal -- they kissed one another like two men who'd been deprived for centuries. Jared's tongue, warm and wet, traced over Jensen's bottom lip, poking at the corners of Jensen's mouth, before Jensen allowed entrance.

Jared shifted on his feet, placing his hands on the arms of Jensen's chair, his lips never leaving Jensen's as he got more comfortable. Inside Jensen's mouth, their tongues twisted and swirled, and Jensen realized that Jared was a great kisser.

After a second, Jared pulled back some, breathing harder and grinning. His fingers suddenly the found the top button of Jensen's shirt, and he swiftly started to undo the rest of them. There was a look in his eyes that told Jensen this would be fast, and Jensen felt like he should've been thanking the gods for making him lucky enough to have met Jared. This was just what he needed.

When Jared got all the buttons undone, he pulled open Jensen's shirt, and smoothed his palms down Jensen's chest slowly. Breathing shallowly, Jensen quickly shrugged out of the button-up, and he dropped it carelessly to the floor, while Jared continued to grin at him. Jared's gaze moved over him leisurely, as if he were drinking Jensen in, and then his hands went to Jensen's belt buckle.

"No hard feelings," Jared said, the belt coming undone in his hands, "This is better than doing it in the bathroom of a place called Cowboy John's, huh?"

Jensen's body twitched slightly as Jared pulled his zipper down, the button popping. He nodded his head, but when he spoke, he said, "Take your shirt off."

Jared let out a small laugh, but straightened slightly, and pulled his wife-beater off in a fluid motion, knocking his hat off in the process. He ignored it however, and dropped to his knees between Jensen's legs. Jensen was already straining against his jeans, he could feel, but his cock seemed to throb harder as it hit him that Jared was going to suck him off -- excitement was an understatement.

As Jared lightly grabbed the waistband of Jensen's jeans, Jensen lifted his hips so that the pants could slide down just enough -- his dick practically sprang out by itself, ready for action. Now Jared's smirk looked almost sly.

"Been a while?" he asked, playfully.

Before Jensen could retort, one of the other man's strong hands wrapped around the base of his cock. Jensen took in a quick, silent breath, gripping the arms of his chair slightly. It had been a while, too long in fact. Sometimes, running a place of business like this just made it hard for Jensen to meet people and have some fun, even one night stands.

He licked at his lips as Jared's hand started to move, fingers tight around his shaft, and he took in a deep breath through his nose. Jared stroked him slowly at first, and Jensen watched as the head of his cock started to swell, turning a shade of red, as clear pre-cum began to ooze from it. Jared swiped his thumb over the tip of Jensen's dick, spreading the moisture around, and his pumps quickened after a moment.

"Mmm," a low noise left Jensen's throat.

Jared flashed another grin at him, then leaned forward and kissed the helmet of Jensen's cock softly. Jensen's breathing hitched in his chest at the sparks that seemed to come from the simple motion, and Jared's gaze was full of mischief -- he knew what he was doing. Parting those naturally pouty lips of his, Jared's tongue snaked out from his mouth, swirling over the end of Jensen's dick, and making Jensen gasp just slightly.

When Jared took Jensen into his hot mouth, Jensen let a contented sigh leave him. As Jared started to bob his head forward, his tongue moving against the underside of Jensen's cock, Jensen shifted in the seat some more, as though trying to give the younger man better access. The guy was a damn pro.

Jared pulled back some, and when Jensen's cock left his mouth, it was gleaming with a mix of pre-cum and spit. He opened his mouth some, sticking his tongue out, and he used his hand to jerk Jensen's cock forward shortly a few times, tapping it on his tongue. Another small groan left Jensen's lips, and Jared grinned around what he was doing.

As Jared started sucking Jensen's dick again, Jensen combed the fingers of one hand through Jared's hair, biting his bottom lip and breathing slowly, trying to control himself. He never had been good at willpower however, and soon he found himself not only thrusting his hips up off of the seat, but also using his grasp on Jared's head to pull the younger man's head down faster.

A noise stirred in Jared's throat, a moan of sorts, and it sent vibrations up Jensen's shaft, making Jensen close his eyes and drop his head back some. When Jared's mouth disappeared again, Jensen really wasn't expecting what came next.

Jared's lips were suddenly on Jensen's balls, leaving soft, feather-light kisses that sent thrills through Jensen's entire body. The only man who'd ever done this to Jensen had been Jeff -- who was also the reason Jensen regularly shaved down there, just a bit of advice that had stuck, and right now, Jensen was thankful for that.

Smirking in that all-too-knowing way, Jared raised his gaze until it locked with Jensen's, and he continued to kiss at Jensen's balls. When his tongue started to move against perhaps the most sensitive area on Jensen's body, Jensen could barely take it -- he groaned, his hips jerking slightly in his chair. If Jared kept at it, this was going to be over faster than they'd intended.

Jared was a smart guy, either that or he'd heard the slight desperation in Jensen's moan -- he sat back some, his pink lips shining, his teal eyes dancing.

"Lube?" he asked.

Panting, Jensen reached over and pulled open the top drawer of his desk. Jared stood up while he rifled through it, and after what felt like an agonizing eternity, Jensen pulled out a small tube of his preferred lubricant. Jared had already started to undo his jeans, and for just a split second, Jensen was distracted. Jared's cock was hard and standing tall, and while he stood there, he started to stroke it.

"No condoms?" he asked, pulling Jensen out of his trance.

Jensen inwardly cursed Ryan for taking the last of them a few weeks ago, then he cursed himself for not being smart enough to buy more. And then he shook his head.

There was a short pause, and then Jared grinned. "That's okay," he said, grabbing Jensen's shoulders and pulling him out of the chair, "Just don't come inside of me."

Shoot, Jensen almost came right then and there. Shucking his pants in record timing, Jared turned his back to Jensen, placing his hands on the desk and bending slightly, exposing everything Jensen had been craving since the guy had come to the Lucky Sun Ranch.

Popping open the small bottle of lube, Jensen quickly slathered his dick with the clear liquid, making sure to layer it evenly. Then he squeezed some more out onto one of his hands, before reaching forward to put some on Jared. The younger man's body tensed up when Jensen's slick fingers touched him, but he bent forward a little more, making it easier for Jensen to spread the oil around.

"You sure about this?" Jensen asked huskily, even as he was already slipping two of his fingers into him.

Jared tightened around those fingers, as if he were trying to pull him in deeper, and Jared nodded his head. "Just go easy on me, boss," he grinned. "At first."

Jensen started to push his fingers in and out of Jared slowly, working to stretch him out. He watched as the muscles in Jared's back flexed visibly beneath the taut skin each time Jensen's hand moved forward, and he leaned down to kiss hotly at Jared's neck. After a minute or so, however, Jared's body relaxed slightly, a small sigh leaving him.

"Okay," Jared said, his tone telling Jensen to hurry it up.

Pulling his fingers from the younger man's ass, Jensen then lined his cock up with Jared's hole. As he held loosely onto Jared's hips, beginning to move his body forward, he noticed that Jared was already stroking himself again -- as if it couldn't wait. The head of Jensen's dick prodded, then started to push through the ring of muscle, and Jensen bit his bottom lip. Sure, he'd only been thinking about this since Jared had arrived, but it felt like it'd been forever -- and this was sweet relief at its best.

A short noise left Jared as Jensen thrust completely into him, burying himself to the hilt, and Jensen groaned. He paused just briefly, the feeling of Jared clenching around him making him damn near come on the spot. Then he started to pull out, his chest heaving with each breath he took.

It didn't take long for a rhythm to build, especially with the soft words of encouragement that Jared started to utter -- telling Jensen to keep going, to go faster. As Jensen drove his cock deeply into Jared, the sound of his skin smacking against Jared's filled the room, and Jensen ran his hands up the other man's sides. Jared gave a low moan, shifting against the desk, and bending some more, while keeping enough room to jerk himself off, and Jensen leaned down again, this time to bite and nibble at Jared's collarbone.

Panting, Jensen asked in Jared's ear, "You like that?" as he gave a particularly deep thrust.

Jared groaned again, his body bucking, and he nodded quickly. "Yes!" he exclaimed in a gasp, "Ah, right there!"

Switching things up a little bit, Jensen didn't pull out of Jared -- keeping his dick inside the younger man, he started rocking his hips, grinding and twisting them just slightly. The noises that left Jared were completely worth it, and they only made it easier for Jensen to climb the building ladder to his orgasm. He moved his hands from Jared's hips, grabbing the edge of his desk on either side of him, and he used it to get better leverage. As he quickened his movements, starting to push harder against Jared, he realized that he too was making low noises in his throat, animal-like noises.

Oh well, there was no time to be embarrassed about it now. In fact, the only thing Jensen cared about at the moment was the fire inside of him -- it felt like it would disappear any second, and Jensen couldn't let that happen.

He groaned deeply, able to finally feel the heat of the flames, and he dropped his head forward to rest his face against Jared's sweat-dampened back. He was almost there, and he didn't care how early it was.

And that was the only warning his body gave him before his climax hit him. "I'm coming," he barely had enough breath to grunt out.

"Not inside me," Jared repeated in a panted plea.

Jensen figured there must've been a god, or else he wouldn't have been able to pull out in time. As it was, as soon as his cock left Jared's clenching hole, he came, emptying himself onto Jared's lower back and the top of his ass. He barely had time to catch his breath before Jared was spinning to him and giving him a hungry kiss. One of his hands was still moving quickly along his own shaft, and the other found its way to Jensen's hair, the fingers tangling in it.

As their lips locked, tongues moving against one another's swiftly, Jensen reached one of his hands down so that he could cup Jared's balls. Jared's body twitched slightly, a noise stirring in his chest, but his mouth never left Jensen's. As he pumped his cock, Jensen squeezed and massaged at the younger man's sac.

When Jared came, moments later, his back arched and his head went back, and Jensen wasn't able to stop himself from leaning forward and kissing at Jared's neck. As Jared's body practically convulsed, his breathing coming out harshly as his come landed mostly on Jensen's thighs, Jensen moved his lips and tongue over the younger man's throat, teeth grazing every now and then. An eternity seemed to pass before Jared straightened, and their lips met once more.

Jared pulled back, his bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat, and he flashed his dimples. "Worth the wait?" he asked.

"It will be," Jensen said, and at Jared's questioning look, he grinned his own sly grin. "Oh, we're not done yet."

By the end of the day, it was very much worth the wait.

* * *

"We should be getting up soon. They'll be back shortly."

Jensen and Jared had gotten lucky, what with the fact that Ryan had called them the night before -- they'd been on a little break after their second round -- to tell them that he and Kris were crashing at a hotel. Now, early Sunday afternoon, Jensen lay in his bed with Jared, knowing that any moment, Ryan and Kris could return. Jared side-glanced him, smirking.

"I'm sure we have ti --"

"Jared?" Jensen quirked one of his eyebrows.

"Sure thing, boss," Jared said, laughing, and he sat up.

They dressed in comfortable silence, every now and then stealing looks at one another, and Jared finished first. He neared the bedroom door, turning and glancing back at Jensen when he reached the frame.

"Oh and boss?" he said.

"Hmm?" Jensen asked, pulling his worn belt on.

"Don't go to sleep tonight," was Jared's confusing response.

"What?" Jensen asked.

"Just wait up," Jared said vaguely, before disappearing down the hall.

Jensen shook his head, thinking he'd go to sleep whenever he damn well pleased.

That night however, after a long day, Jensen was just getting ready to lay down when Jared slipped into his room. It became a regular habit for them -- to wait until Kris and Ryan were asleep before getting together. Sure, they'd eventually tell the others about their relationship, but why rush things when they were having so much fun?