this is it.
title: This, Right Here;
word count: 2948
rating: NC-17; for language and sexual content. jared/jensen.
disclaimer: i certainly don't own them but i'm pretty sure they own me. i'm not complaining.
summary: hot boys. stupid fight. make up sex against computer table. need i say more?
a/n: for the most amazing friend and enabler a girl could ever wish for. this is because she loves her some jared/jensen and i love her. happy birthday,
paz_! i love you, sweets! ♥
This, Right Here;
It’s the little things.
Jared’s hand a little lower than necessary on Jensen’s back. Jensen’s cheek a bit too close against Jared’s whenever he whispers in the crowd. Some part of them forever jostling the other’s when they are side by side. Shoulder, arm, maybe hip. The constant groping. And of course, the look they give each other all the damn time. The bright, wide eyes and tender gazes across the room, or the several inches parting them, even.
It’s not like people could be both blind and stupid, right? So why Jensen would be so pissed about the whole thing, Jared has no idea.
“This is the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever done!”
Jared can’t help the grin spreading on his face. “What about the time in the airport?”
Jensen glowers, mouth a thin line. “Oh. Believe me, this is way more idiotic than even that. What the hell were you thinking, Jared? Don’t you realize this could ruin everything for the both of us?”
“Uh,” Jared looks thoughtful, eyes drawn downwards and lower lip caught between his teeth. “No,” he grins.
“Jesus. It’s enough that you went and call me Smeckles in the middle of a red or green carpet or whatever but now this? Are you sure you’re not retarded or something?” Jensen groans, raking a hand through his hair.
Anyone else would’ve felt insulted but not Jared, apparently. “Hey - it’s not like I called you by your bedroom nickname.”
Jensen looks up from the couch, narrows his eyes and grits his teeth. “What?”
“Oh, you know your bedroom nickname, baby Jenny,” Jared drawls, winking.
“Oh, God,” Jensen groans. “Please shut up now.”
“Aw, come on, Jen. Won’t you relax?” Jared sighs, leaning back in his computer chair and swiveling round and round, the lollipop stick nudged between his lips bobbing up and down.
“No, Jared,” Jensen snaps, clamping a hand over Jared’s shoulder, forcing him to stop spinning. “I won’t relax. You posted pictures of us making out on the damn internet!”
Jared laughs at the pure horror look on Jensen’s face. He realizes he should be more sympathetic considering he was the one who snapped the pictures in the first place a week or so ago. They were most possibly drunk, Jensen more than Jared, and were making out like teenagers on Jensen’s living room couch. In the middle of wet kisses and neck sucking and giggling like horny fangirls at each other, Jared managed to reach for the digital camera he left on the coffee table and took a few shots. The pictures came out surprisingly gorgeous, considering Jared’s drunken state, not to mention his tendency to shudder full-body whenever Jensen sucked at his skin. Jensen was laughing, eyes bright and clear, deep green in color, freckled cheeks tinted pink. They looked happy and hell, so very much in love.
“They’re very nice pictures,” Jared says, waving in the direction of his monitor where about half a dozen photographic evidence that they were, in fact, more than just best friends scattered on some kind of an online journal. “You look adorable.”
Jared thinks it isn’t possible that Jensen could pitch his voice lower than Dean’s pissed-off tone but apparently he is wrong. “Jared. You posted these on the internet. People are going to see these. Millions and millions of people. My grandmomma’s gonna have a fucking heart attack!”
“Aw. Your grandma loves me. She wouldn’t mind,” Jared waves his hand idly, clicking here and there on his mouse and driving Jensen even crazier.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Of course not.”
Jensen stares at the pictures of them on the screen, laughing and kissing, all exposed necks and collarbones and tongues against lips and skin. He looked like a virgin bride or something, all flushed and giddy. Jared managed to get a perfect angle despite using only his left hand while his right hand was pressing against Jensen’s cheek and neck. And Christ was he the only one drunk that night? Because the pictures came out sort of-
“Perfect, huh?” Jared nods at the screen. “Maybe I have some hidden photography talent or something.”
Jensen shakes his head to clear his thoughts. “Shit, Jared. You know people are going to see this thing and know, right? Like, the press and media and shit. Jared. Our families would find out. My parents are going to kill me. Your momma would probably disown you and your dad is going to castrate me.”
Jared frowns softly. “Dude. Breathe.”
Jensen yanks the stick from between Jared’s teeth and tosses it across the room. “This is serious. Why can’t you see that?”
“Yeah, well. So people would find out. It’s not like we’re going to hide this forever. We’re gonna have to tell them sooner or later, right?” Jared watches as Jensen leans against the far end of the computer table, eyes on the floor. “Right?” Jared repeats and Jensen just swallows thickly, avoiding his gaze. “Jesus, Jen. Tell me you’re going to make an honest man out of me.”
“The hell are you talking about?” Jensen stares Jared down, face scrunched up. He is playing dumb and Jared sees through it, screwing his face up the same way.
“You’re telling me you are thinking about sneaking around with this, with us, forever, Jensen? That this, what we’re having, isn’t important enough to tell our families about? Is that it? Am I some kind of a boytoy to you?”
Jensen passes Jared an earnest gaze, running a hand over his face. “That isn’t it. I just…It’s going to be hard, Jared. After this, everything’s going to be hard. You should understand that.”
“I came into this knowing that, Jensen,” Jared’s tone is serious, grim, as he peers up at Jensen through his bangs. “I know it’s going to be hard. It’s supposed to be hard. But I thought you’re going to be here with me all the way. We would have each other and somehow everything would balance out. Everything would be alright. But I guess I was wrong. You don’t even want people to know we have this.”
“Not like this, I don’t!” Jensen growls, pushing himself away from the table.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jensen. Would you chill out?” Jared yells, getting up from the chair and bends in front of the monitor, waving at it dramatically. “This journal is friendslocked. See?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” Jared sighs, tilting his head sideways to glare at Jensen, “dumbass, that no one can even see the pictures. I just created this journal and I locked it from public view. I was just screwing around, posting these up. But who knew you could be such a tightass?”
“Iheartsmeckles at livejournal? The fuck?”
Jared chuckles. “That’s my username. I tried everything, man. All taken. Apparently, you’ve got quite a number of fans for your little nickname, dude.”
“Yeah,” Jensen scowled. “Thanks to you. You know, sometimes you’re just a freaking jerk whose stupid jokes are just fucking mean, Padalecki. You ever do this kind of act again, I’m going to skin you alive with a rusty, blunt butcher knife.”
“Dude,” Jared laughs, perching against the edge of the table. “You should’ve seen your face when you thought it’s all over the internet, man. Hilarious. I thought you were going to have an aneurysm or something.”
“Well, forgive me if having my private facesucking session posted on the internet is a part of my nightmare. I didn’t mean I wanted to keep this a secret forever, Jared. I just need to be ready when we’re announcing it. And I certainly don’t hope our families find it out over the internet. Doesn’t mean what we have isn’t important to me.”
Jared’s eyes widen. “Whoa. I was just pretending to be all tied up about it, dude.”
Jensen’s eyes narrowed into slits, arms across his chest as he towers above Jared in front of the computer table. “Did I mention that you’re a freaking jerk?”
“What can I say, Ackles?” Jared grins, tugging at the collar of his t-shirt. “I’m an awesome actor.”
“I hate you. That wasn’t funny. It was scary.”
“Jeez, Jen. Would you relax a little bit? It’s not like I’m wearing our engagement ring in front of people or something,” Jared snorts, shrugging.
Jensen’s eyebrows shot up. “Our what ring?”
Jared’s grin grows bigger as he digs into his pocket, takes out an object and holds it up. Jensen’s ring. “Engagement ring,” he says, slipping the ring onto his ring finger.
“You fucker!” Jensen exclaims, trying to grab the ring back from Jared. “I thought I lost it.”
“Well,” Jared smirks, using his height advantage to keep his hand away from Jensen. “It’s now a band of promise I’ll hold on to until you make an honest man out of me and marry me.”
“What?” Jensen squints. “You’re such a girl, Padalecki. Give it back!”
Jared studies the silver band as it shines underneath the light and purses his lips in a thinking motion. “I kinda like it, Jen. Maybe I will wear it in public sometime. Beats coming out with our makeout pictures scattered all over the net, don’t you think? This would at least be more romantic,” Jared beams, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jensen stands on the tip of his toes and manages to snatch Jared’s wrist, flailing his arms to reach the ring, his whole body pressing Jared against the computer table. “Give it back, Jared.”
Jared guffaws, trapping Jensen’s legs between his own and holding his arm up. “Come on. You are so engaged to me. Just admit it.”
Jensen can’t help but laughs along, puffing warm air against the side of Jared’s neck, still craning up to get to Jared’s fingers. “No,” he chuckles as Jared pokes him just underneath the ribs, tickling him. “Why are you doing all this anyway?”
“Because,” Jared laughs, full-bodied and loud, mouth inches away from Jensen’s. “I fucking love you. That’s why.”
Jensen stills, eyes wide and round on Jared’s face. Jared just blinks back at him, his gaze gentle and honest. “You…we. You’ve never said that. I…”
Jared’s eyes fall on Jensen’s wet, slightly opened mouth. “Yeah, well. Maybe I should’ve. Because I do,” he mumbles. “Very much.”
Jensen’s eyes flutters shut as he dips down and groans low and husky into Jared’s mouth. Jared makes a keening noise at the back of his throat, palms the side of Jensen’s face and slinks lower on the edge of the table, aligning their erections. Jensen pulls back, gasps, and mouths the length of Jared’s neck, nipping and sucking. Jared slips his hands underneath Jensen’s waistband and cups Jensen’s ass, grinding them harder against each other as Jensen rids him of his shirt. Jensen runs his tongue down Jared’s torso, pausing to bite and lick at random spots, his clever hands working on Jared’s jeans. Jared digs his fingers into Jensen’s shoulders as he slides lower and lower until his tongue flicks against the head of Jared’s cock and Jared’s breath hitches.
“Jensen,” Jared’s voice comes out rough and trembling. “God, Jen. I want, I want. Please, just. Please.”
Jensen makes some incredibly sexy little sounds around Jared’s girth, takes him in deeper and pulls back, running his tongue along the vein underneath, licking the head over and over. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucks eagerly and Jared writhes against him, fairly sure he is squashing his keyboard on his attempt to just-
“Fuck. Gonna come, Jensen,” he whispers roughly, one hand now tangled in Jensen’s short hair.
Jensen pulls off with a slick sound and gnaws his way back to Jared’s mouth, one strong hand gripping Jared by the hipbone and the other tugging slow and hard. He nibbles at the spot underneath Jared’s jaw and finds his way to Jared’s ear. “I fucking love you too,” he murmurs, sucking the earlobe in, and just like that, Jared comes, long and hard, spilling all over Jensen’s hand and their bellies.
Groaning appreciatively, he grabs the back of Jensen’s neck and pressed their lips together, sliding his tongue inside and taking in the heady taste of himself all mixed up with Jensen’s toothpaste. “Fuck you, Jensen. That feels so good,” he grunts.
Jensen laughs, long and sweet, kissing down Jared’s pulse point and suckles at the spot where neck meets shoulder. When he looks up, his eyes are twinkling with mirth. “You’re all talk, Sasquatch.”
Jared grins, dimples pressing deep, as he flips them over. “I’m going to fuck you so deep you’re gonna feel like my dick is shoved up your throat for a week,” he breathes against Jensen’s ear and kisses the back of Jensen’s neck.
Jensen swallows around a moan, splaying his hand against the table top, his head hanging before the monitor where their pictures are still on display. Jared trails a blunt fingernail down the groove of his spine and he bucks, feeling his hard cock grazing against the table’s edge. Jared hums, already spreading Jensen’s cheeks apart after giving him a playful swat.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, and before Jensen can even absorb the words, he flicks the tip of his tongue against the hole and Jensen mewls, his left hand automatically reaching for his blood-flushed cock. Jared makes a pleased noise and dips his tongue inside, feeling Jensen clenching around him. At the notion of the same sensation, his cock twitched, already hardening.
“Jared,” Jensen says, biting his lower lips hard to keep from moaning. “Jared, please. I just want…Fuck, Jared. Jared, need you inside. Just fuck me, please. Jared. God, Jared. Fuck.”
Jared pulls away, bites playfully on the left cheek and stands up, stealing messy kisses over Jensen’s shoulder. “God. Whatever you want, Jen. Want you so much.” He reaches into the bottom drawer of the table and takes out a bottle, popping the cap impatiently.
Jensen frowns, his hand already still at the base of his dick. “You keep lube at your computer table? I don’t even want to know, man.”
Jared lets out his signature guffaw as he slicks two of his long fingers. Licking at the spot behind Jensen’s ear he breathes, “Well, I have to be prepared since I know I’m gonna want to fuck you on every single available surface the moment we started this.”
Jensen shudders and his hand strokes faster, in tandem with the thrusts of Jared’s forefinger. At the second finger, Jared hits something inside him that makes him jerks hard and his cock leaks. At the sensation, he lets go and braces himself against the table, gripping the edges until his knuckles turn white. Jared moves his large hand from Jensen’s hip and takes over stroking his cock before pulling his fingers out. Jensen whines at the sudden loss and chokes on his breath as Jared pushes in, all blunt force and wide girth and sliding against every nerve that sends a jolt up Jensen’s spine.
“Fuck. I love pleasing you like this,” Jared moans, mapping the freckles in between Jensen’s shoulder blades with his tongue and sucking golden skin in, marking. “Love you pulsing around me this way. Love to hear your voice calling out my name all breathless and Jesus fuck you feel so good, Jensen. Yes, God, yes. Jensen, Jensen. Fuck.”
Jensen lets loose a string of tiny moans and whimpers that Jared would most probably tease him about later but he couldn’t care less as he arches his hips to meet Jared’s and Jared finds the perfect angle and depth and hits the sweet spot over and over again with each thrust.
“Jared, Jared.”
The computer table wobbles underneath their weight and motion, Jared’s keyboard and mouse turned over haphazardly at the far end and his monitor rocks back and forth. Jensen looks up to the pictures before him, half a dozen of smiling Jared and at the sight of the beautiful, bright eyes and adorable dimples coupled with the way the head of Jared’s cock keeps knocking on his prostate, Jensen comes all over Jared’s palm, groaning out loud at the sensation. Jared’s hand milks him as Jared’s head drops onto his back, exhaling short, ragged breaths that send goosebumps all over his back. Breathing warm and damp against Jensen’s skin, Jared shoves one final time before coming so hard, he can feel his whole body spasms, spilling at Jensen’s entrance.
“Jesus,” Jensen breathes, letting go of the table and turning around to meet Jared’s kiss, openmouthed and wet and desperate. They pull away only when they have no breath left, gasping and whimpering against each other’s mouths, foreheads pressed together. “You can keep the ring,” Jensen grins, licking at Jared’s lower lip. “But I’m telling you, I love that ring a lot. So you’re going to have to repay me a lot.”
Jared sucks at Jensen’s lip and grins back. “Are you making me pay with my body, Ackles? ‘Cause I’m not that kind of guy. One piece of jewelry is not gonna get you into my pants.”
“What about all that crap about it being a band of promise or whatever?” Jensen asks, nuzzling at Jared’s neck.
Jared meets his gaze and beams. “Right.”
“Right,” he whispers back, giving in to another long kiss.
Jared groans softly, cupping Jensen’s face in his freakishly big hands. “I wonder if I turned off the webcam. Because if those pictures don’t, I’m pretty sure the video would definitely convince the crowd.”
Jared bites at the skin on Jensen’s jaw quickly before dashing off to the stairs butt naked and laughing like a maniac while Jensen chucks the bottle of lube at his head.