FIC: Jensen's Not So Secret Crush 1/1
Title: Jensen's Not So Secret Crush
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Jensen, mentions of Mike/Tom.
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance, Erotica, Crack
Word Count: 5991
Summary: Jensen got a secret crush, only it doesn't stay secret and crack happens. *g*
Disclaimer: I don't know them, own them or make any money from them. This is just a bunch of inventive lies.
Warnings: Uhm... Cracky!
Beta: sasskitten because she's mah girl and I love her to bits.
Notes: This fic can easily be called pure insanity, with sex and a little bit of plot. *grins* A week, or so, ago I asked my trusty flist for prompts to put in a fic. This is what they came up with...
lissa_bear wanted Drinking with Chris Kane, Chris telling an embarrassing story about Jensen, Chris telling Jensen how hot Jared is.
clex_monkie89 asked for 1. Tommy and Mikey being the idiots they are. 2. A video camera. 3. Mardi Gras.
sasskitten said: write me: tom, mike, jensen and jared getting really, really drunk and playing spin the bottle
unperfectwolf asked for Jensen blushing, hand holding and PDA.
teh_kimeye wanted Jared and Jensen have gone hunting together (in the USA reindeer are called caribou) as part of a "we want to shag omg it's been months!" holiday, but Chad deliberately tags along and brings Tom who has a crush on Jensen and then OMG HE CATCHES THEM HAVING SEX and goes off and cries and then punches Chad.
jewels667 asked for - Mike throwing up in a potted plant/ - Jared's dog Harely like Jensen more than Jared/ - Fumbling funny sex between anybody. Like just ridiculous sex. Where elbows get people in the eye and someone trips while trying to get their pants off.
Jensen's Not So Secret Crush
”Dude, I completely forgot to tell you… I had the weirdest dream last night.”
Jensen looked up from the food he was shuffling around his plate, pretending to be eating, only to be faced with, what Jensen referred to as, Jared's insane grin #3, the one that spoke clearly about straightjackets and comfy padded cells. Problem was that it was usually Jensen wanting the straightjacket and he’d felt a need for padded walls to bang his head against ever since he met Jared.
He smiled half-heartedly and went back to perusing his food. He hadn’t had much of an appetite lately, not since Sandy broke up with Jared and his co-worker practically moved in with him. It had been one thing to battle his unwanted emotions when they were just working and hanging out, then at least he got time to breathe every night when Jared was home sleeping in his own bed. Now, Jared was sleeping in Jensen’s bed and Jensen spent every night trying to avoid the cuddling Jared, who was want to induce as soon as he fell asleep. It was like sharing a bed with an octopus that had grabby hands.
“We were going on a hunting trip,” Jared said, nudging Jensen with his shoulder. “Like a normal hunting trip you know for caribou or some shit like that.”
“Caribou hunting?” Jensen snorted. “You wouldn’t be able to shot an animal if your life depended on it.”
“Would too,” Jared protested. “And it’s not the point anyway, because in this dream it wasn’t really about the hunting.”
“Uh huh,” Jensen said, wondering what was coming next. Jared had the most whacked out dreams and half the time Jensen thought he was making them up to amuse him.
“It was at the end of the summer hiatus and we were going to this little cabin up in the woods somewhere, mostly because we really wanted to fuck each other’s brains out after not seeing each other for months.”
Jensen nearly choked on the piece of chicken that had found its way into his mouth and Jared clapped his back repeatedly. “We were fucking in this dream of yours?” He gasped once he’d gotten a little of his breath back.
“Totally,” Jared said making it sound like something awesome. “And as I said we hadn’t seen each other for a couple of months so we were totally desperate for it too.”
Jensen took a quick swig from his water bottle while Jared stuffed some food into his mouth, making sure to swallow before Jared started talking again.
“You’re not eating enough,” Jared huffed, grabbing the fork that Jensen had abandoned on the side of the Styrofoam box, piling it high with chicken and rice and stuffing it into Jensen’s mouth.
“Hey,” Jensen said, spraying rice over the table.
“Eat or I’ll make you,” Jared said seriously before letting Jensen’s fork drop back down into the box and going back to his own.
Jensen rolled his eyes but dutifully chewed the food in his mouth, swallowing it down with some water. Jared was obviously a lot more perceptive than Jensen had given him credit for.
“So anyway,” Jared continued like he hadn’t just fed Jensen as though he was an overgrown baby. “In this dream we hadn’t really told people about, you know, us… so when Chad wanted to tag along we couldn’t really stop him.”
“We went on a hunting trip with Chad?” Jensen said, making a face.
“It’s a dream, Jen. Logic and sanity doesn’t apply.”
Jared gave him a pointed look and Jensen took another forkful of food; Jared was worse than his mom. Only his mom didn’t have Jared's huge fucking sex hands, dimples or a mop of hair Jensen longed to dig his fingers into. Luckily enough, or Jensen would have given Oedipus a run for his money.
“So yeah Chad tags along and he brings Tom who has this huge fucking crush on you, so I kinda hate him a little.”
“Dude… I’m not sure you should be telling me about this… It seems kinda private,” Jensen tried, shifting in his seat, because, yeah, the thought of Jared being jealous over him was a huge fucking turn on.
“Eat,” Jared answered. “So there we are, like the four of us in this cabin and we’re not getting any alone time at all.”
Jensen wanted to point out that that was a good thing because he was not sure he’d be able to survive if Jared told him about them having sex.
“So I bribed Chad to take Tom with him on some errand, just so that I could fuck that tight ass of yours…. Are you okay?”
“Peachy,” Jensen muttered, bending forward towards the table to hide the erection that was damned near breaking through his fly.
“You’d totally be a bottom for me, wouldn’t you?” Jared mused and Jensen wanted to punch him.
“What happened next?” Jensen asked his voice rough with desire. He’d totally be a bottom for Jared; he’d be anything for him as long as it meant that Jared's lips were against his and Jared's hands were on his body.
“Oh Chad totally cheated on me and brought Tom home way early, catching me with my cock up your ass.”
Jensen was dying. Seriously dying. All his blood had pooled in his groin and he could feel his internal organs giving up one by one.
“And yeah Tom got all crazy and punched Chad across the cabin… He was crying too. All in all it was a pretty good dream.”
Jensen didn’t answer because he was busy trying to not cream his pants. He could feel the slow lurching pulse in his groin that meant he was so fucking close it was not even funny and wardrobe would kill him if he creamed Dean's jeans.
“Jen, are you okay?” Jared asked, honest concern coloring his voice. “You’ve been a bit weird lately… Is something bothering you?”
Jensen shook his head mutely thinking about mutilated corpses, dead puppies and Jared's face as he’d told him Sandy dumped him, everything to try and calm his raging libido. There was a triple knock on the door that signalled the end of their lunch break and Jensen had never been so relieved in his life.
“Time to go,” he said.
Jared glanced at his plate. “I’m making you Fettuccini Alfredo for dinner,” he said. “Then at least I know you’ll eat.”
Jensen whined deep in his throat and banged his head against the table. Please someone save him from gorgeous adorable best friends, he couldn’t take it anymore.
~*~
Jensen was pretty sure he hated Chris, hated him with a vengeance. Once upon a time he would have called him one of his best friends, but that was before he showed up on a Saturday night with two bottles of whiskey for the newlyweds. Jared hadn’t even blushed at that, but Jensen had and it was totally unfair, especially when Chris had given him that all too knowing look when his ears turned red.
Two hours later Jensen was well on his way to getting stupidly drunk and he was still stupidly in love with Jared, hanging on his every word like a fucking fangirl. Chris, the perceptive bastard, was of course noticing this, grinning into his tumbler like a fucking loon. If he did one single thing to alert Jared to what was going on in Jensen’s mind, Jensen was going to kill him.
“Hey Jayred,” Chris said suddenly, making Jensen cringe. “Did Jenny ever tell you about that girl in Mexico…”
“What girl?” Jared asked giving Jensen a pointed look.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Jensen chanted, covering his ears with his hands.
“Now this, I have to hear,” Jared said eagerly.
Jensen groaned. “No you don’t,” he said.
Chris just laughed and slid into that slouch of his that meant he was in a story telling mood; blue eyes glittering with devilish amusement and long fingered hands primly joined in his lap.
“Me and my boy here were down in Mexico for a few weeks… Messing around with our guitars and singing ourselves hoarse in different bars every night. Jensen was in his last year of high school, jitters under his skin and sultry heat in his eyes.”
Even Jensen had to admit that Chris could really work a story; it was too bad he already knew the punch line.
“So we’re in this ratty little bar somewhere in northern Mexico, kinda like the roadhouse if you catch my drift. Pretty damned scary momma behind the bar, pretty damned hot daughter waiting the tables… Her eyes sliding to Jenny every so often, watching his mouth as he weaves the words of a familiar song and Jenny… He got his eyes on her too, following that perky little ass around as she wipes down tables and refills glasses.”
Jensen shifted, wanting to tape Chris’ goddamned mouth shut because fuck him. They both knew where this story ended and it wasn’t in a good place for Jensen and Jared, because maybe Jensen hadn’t exactly told Jared about certain things and Chris fucking knew that.
“So eventually the bar is about to close for the night and we’re packing up our guitars, joking around like we usually do when the girl comes up to us. She doesn’t say a word, but before I know it Jensen is following her out the door. I don’t see him for three days, so I keep playing the same set in the bar every night, waiting for his return.”
Jensen glanced at Jared, who was hanging on Chris’ words with avid interest.
“You see, I was pretty happy that Jenny found himself someone… He always was a bit… asexual, like there wasn’t any girl that was good enough for him but as one day grew into two I was getting a bit worried. It’s one thing to take off for a quick fuck but to go AWOL for days, that wasn’t like Jenny. Now the momma behind the bar, she scared me, but on the second night I worked up the courage to talk to her.”
Jensen stared at Jared, the way his mouth was slightly open as he focused on Chris and the way his hands were holding the glass on his lap. He wondered if this was the last time he’d get the chance to watch Jared like this.
“She looked at me for a while knowing what I wanted to ask before I’d opened my mouth. Then she said, you worried about your friend, and I nodded.” Chris stopped talking and looked at Jensen. “Maybe Jensen would like to say it himself.”
Jensen didn’t want to at all, but as Jared's green brown wonderful eyes zeroed in on his face he found himself opening his mouth anyway. “She said, don’t you worry boy, my son will take good care of him.”
Jared blinked. “Her son… but…”
Chris laughed. “The pretty little girl was really a boy with really delicate features.”
Jared's eyes flittered from Chris to Jensen and back again. “But you were gone for three days,” he said directing his question to Jensen.
Jensen bit his lip and looked down at his hands. He really wasn’t drunk enough for this. “And we fucked pretty much the entire time,” he murmured, not daring to look up to see the expression on Jared's face.
“You’re gay?” Jared asked, confusion clouding his words; confusion and something else that Jensen couldn’t really pinpoint, but at least it wasn’t anger.
“I…” Jensen swallowed. “Yeah… Yeah I’m gay.”
“You could have fucking told me,” Jared hissed, slapping him over the head as he got up from the couch.
Jensen flinched as the front door banged shut after him, looking up at Chris who was still smiling. “Thanks man,” he said icily. “Thank you very much.”
Chris didn’t look the slightest bit put upon; he just smiled his most inscrutable smile. “You should have been watching his face,” he said. “There was a story and a half there.”
“Fuck you,” Jensen muttered, refilling his glass.
“I think you’d rather fuck him,” Chris said with a grin. “And I got to hand it to you, he’s fucking hot man. That smile, those eyes… the hands… I bet you think about those hands way too much.”
“Shut up.”
“And that little dip in his chin… Oh you would just love to lick it, wouldn’t you?”
“Shut up.”
“And his body… Dear God….”
“Chris, shut up or I will shut you up,” Jensen growled.
“Awww you don’t like me talking about your boy.”
“Just shut. The fuck. UP.”
Chris grinned, holding his glass up in a salute and Jensen silently hated on him. Stupid meddling motherfucker, couldn’t he just roll over and die? The cat was out of the bag now and Jared was most decidedly a dog person.
~*~
Jared came back five minutes after the door had closed behind Chris and before Jensen got the chance to call his cell a tenth time. His face was completely blank but Jensen noticed the way his hands were trembling as he clenched them at his sides.
“I’m sorry,” Jensen said. “I should have told you ages ago… It was just…”
“Just what?”
“At first I wasn’t sure who you were, if it would make things awkward and then suddenly we knew each other too well and I couldn’t think of a way to sneak it in without changing everything.”
“I’ve been sleeping in your bed with you for the past three weeks. You could have told me.”
“Jay I wouldn’t… I’d never… I’m not like that.”
Jared sighed. “I know you’re not… I’m the cuddly sleeper here.”
“Tell me about it,” Jensen muttered.
“Does it bother you?” Jared asked and Jensen looked up for the first time.
“That you smother me when you fall asleep?”
“Yeah… I mean, it’s not like you’ve been getting any lately, is it?”
Jensen blushed crimson again; he was so tired of being embarrassed. “Jared,” he groaned. “Can we not have this conversation, please?”
Jared grinned; it was grin #4, the one that was bigger than Texas and had his eyes glittering like emeralds. “Cuddling me does so turn you on,” he said sounding triumphant and Jared really wasn’t like anyone Jensen had ever met.
“Maybe,” he offered. He was totally not gonna tell Jared how much, or how often. “Sometimes.”
“Did you ever touch yourself while I was drooling into your hair?” Jared asked, trying for an innocent look but Jensen could totally see the grin he wasn’t grinning. It looked like #5, I got one on you. Jensen always hated #5, stupid Jared getting the upper hand.
“Of course not, what are you insane?” Jensen retorted his face still flaming and thanks to Jared he was now thinking about it and damn it was one hot thought.
Jared grinned and yes it was #5. “You’re totally thinking about it now though.”
“I hate you,” Jensen said, turning on his heel and stomping towards the bedroom. When did his life become this surreal?
He was already in bed when Jared came in, he’d been sure that the other man would chose the couch, but there he was, chucking his clothes on the floor and crawling into bed like he always did. It made him wonder, how many guys, gay or straight, let their best friend sleep in their bed? Every night.
~*~
Jensen was way drunker than he should be, the fact that he had said yes to playing spin the bottle with Tom and Mike while Jared was still in the room, was a dead give away. He had to be really drunk to agree to something like that and even more so to actually think it was a good idea.
“So here’s the rules,” Mike said sounding all pompous.
Jared groaned quietly beside him and Jensen realized that Jared was not drunk enough. He refilled Jared's glass and pushed it towards him, smiling in encouragement when Jared swallowed it in two long gulps. Okay, so mostly he was looking at Jared's throat working, but he was smiling.
“First time the bottle points at someone you have to kiss them, second time with tongue, third time groping and fourth time blow job.”
Jensen blinked, there seemed to have been some amendments to the rules when he wasn’t looking, but then he hadn’t played spin the bottle since he was in high school. This time it was Tom who groaned and Jensen didn’t refill his glass. Mike was Tom’s responsibility and since he’d obviously forgot the choker; he could very well deal with the fall out.
“Who starts?” Jared asked and Jensen turned to look at him.
“I’m glad you asked mah boy,” Mike said. “You do.”
Now Jensen groaned, but no one refilled his glass because of that so he did it for himself. Jared grabbed the bottle, looking sulky and cute, setting spin to it on the table. It wobbled around awkwardly before pointing at Jensen.
Jared snorted and Jensen felt a bit put upon. He was drunk and kind of maudlin; he didn’t want his not so secret crush to snort when faced with the possibility of kissing him.
“You dun have to or anything,” he said, hating the way his voice wavered. “It’s kinda stupid to play just the four of us anyway.”
“Oh, shut up,” Jared growled grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him.
As far as kisses went it wasn’t very spectacular, just a dry press of lips that lasted far shorter than Jensen would have wanted it to, but the neck grabbing… Jared's long fingers curling around the nape of his neck, now that was the stuff dreams were made of. He might have groaned a little when Jared flexed his fingers and grinned against his lips and he most certainly had a boner the size of something very big and hard.
“I bet you’ll jerk off while I drool into your hair tonight,” Jared whispered against his ear low enough for only him to hear and Jensen entertained the thought of jerking off right then and there.
“Your turn Jenny,” Mike said and he sounded way too eager.
Jensen spun the bottle half heartedly, glancing at Jared when it very predictably wobbled to a stop facing him. Jared smiled, something that looked a lot like #2, you’re too cute but with a side of #35, I’m just teasing. It might actually be an entirely new smile; one that Jensen had not yet had a chance to study and catalogue.
Jensen licked his lips nervously before sliding a hand into Jared's hair and pulling him close. Jared tilted his head at the very last second to avoid them breaking each other’s noses and then their lips met. This time around it was whoa already from the start and when Jared's tongue snaked into his mouth Jensen almost creamed his pants.
Somehow he’d lost all control between grabbing Jared's hair and Jared bending forward because Jared was so the man at the moment, kissing Jensen to within an inch of his life, or coming, or whatever. When he pulled away Jensen felt like fanning himself and yeah he was blushing to the tips of his ears again.
“Oh dear God I’d totally bottom for you,” Jensen said before he’d regained what there was of higher brain functions at the moment and Jared laughed.
“Of course you would,” he said smugly.
"Guys..." Tom said looking hot and bothered, which might be because Mike had his hand in his lap. "Let’s not play anymore, okay?"
Jared looked a bit disappointed. “Whatever,” he said, glancing at Jensen who was having a hard time composing himself. “If I want it I can get it at home.”
Jensen totally failed at composing himself and damned near flailed. “Uh what?” He asked.
Jared grinned (totally #5) and Jensen damned near came in his pants again. Since when was it okay for his secret crush to know about it and tease him? Totally unfair, went against all the rules in the secret crush rulebook.
“I’m just saying,” Jared said, still grinning that goddamned smug grin.
“Fuck you,” Jensen muttered and picked up his glass. Now why was it empty again?
~*~
(Cell phone rings.)
“Are you fucking yet?”
“Mike… Did you call me at four am to ask that? You’re fucking crazy.”
“Well… are you?”
“No, go back to bed.”
“Is he there?”
“Yeah.”
“How close?”
“Very close.”
“Can he hear you?”
“He would have to be deaf not to.”
“And you’re still not fucking?”
“Fuck off Mike.”
“It sounds like you should… hey gimme that.”
“Hey Jen.”
“Hey Tom.”
“I apologize for my crazy boyfriend’s insane behaviour. It shall not happen again.”
“Yeah. Right.”
“So… Are you fucking yet?”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“That’s a no then?”
“Yes.”
“Too bad.”
(Click.)
“Who was that?
“Mike and his slightly better half.”
“What did they want?”
“Beats me.”
“Awww, they asked you if we were fucking again didn’t they.”
“Shut up Jared.”
“You know if you want to jerk off I will totally pretend to be asleep.”
“I said shut UP.”
“Heh… I totally made you think about it.”
Groan.
~*~
Jensen was stupidly in love with Jared, even though Jared knew about it and everything was going to hell in a hand basket; he just couldn’t help himself. Jared really was all that and then some. If Jensen’d had any doubts they had been squashed when Jared learned about his feelings and didn’t let it change a thing between them.
He loved everything about Jared, from his shaggy hair to his shaggy dogs. It was surely a sign of insanity when you loved someone’s pets just because you loved them. When Jared moved in, which was kind of official by now since everyone assumed they were doing the nasty, his dogs did too and at first Jensen wasn’t so sure about that part of the equation.
He liked dogs, sure he did, they were cute and kinda dorky, like someone else Jensen knew, but he wasn’t really a pet person. They were all fine and dandy from afar, but living with them, having to walk and feed them, that was surely not his kind of thing. Harley and Sadie had taught him differently though and now Jensen would miss them as much as Jared if they moved out.
He would miss Harley especially because Harley was totally Jensen’s boy. He followed him around wherever he went, took every chance he got to climb on his lap and he slept on Jensen’s side of the bed. Of course that might not mean anything because so did Jared, but still. Harley was his boy.
“I think he likes you more than he likes me,” Jared said one night as they were watching TV. Harley curled up on the couch with his head in Jensen’s lap.
“You think?” Jensen asked, secretly pleased.
“Uh huh,” Jared answered. “But not quite as much as I like you.”
Jensen’s stomach fluttered. “I don’t see you putting your head in my lap,” he pointed out.
Jared chuckled. “You would just get ideas.”
Jensen didn’t answer that because what was there to say? Even hearing Jared’s name these days were giving him ideas, ever since that totally fucking hot kiss Jared had given him when they played spin the bottle.
“Hey,” Jared said, poking him with his foot. “Don’t get all maudlin about it.”
Jensen just looked at him and decided that maybe it was time for another dose of truth, because he was pretty much living in a sugarcoated version of Hell. He had a boner pretty much twenty-four-seven because nowadays he didn’t even dare jerk off in the shower. Jared had fucking psychic powers when it came to Jensen and sex.
They did everything together from dinner to dishes and some days it was like torture. Jensen had been given a glimpse of what his life would be like in a perfect world, only the picture was slightly skewed.
“I’m sorry, Jay,” he said. “I know you think this is great entertainment but it really ain’t that funny if you got my end of the deal.”
Jared frowned.
“I’m stupidly, fucking in love with you, man. I worship the ground you walk on and you’re indulging me… feeding this fucking obsession until I can’t even breathe without you, but it’ll never be real and it’s killing me inside.”
Jared swallowed. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
Jensen shrugged. “What is there to say? I’m an idiot. End of story.”
“No you’re not an idiot… Jen… I’mkindainlovewithyoutoo.”
“Come again.”
“I love you too, you freak.”
“Yeah,” Jensen said, scratching Harley behind one of his silky soft ears. “Of course you do.”
“No,” Jared said. “You’re totally not getting it. I’m in love with you too.”
“What?” Jensen blinked.
“I kinda thought the fact that I moved in with you and am damned near obsessed with the thought of you jerking off would have clued you in to the fact.”
“I… What… No… Then why aren’t we fucking?”
Jared laughed. “Poor baby got a bad case of blue balls.”
“YES.”
Jared laughed some more and maybe Jensen should start to catalogue his laughs next. This one was particularly pleasing, deep and rumbling with a husky note that went straight to his cock.
“It’s just… I’m scared, man. You know I can talk about shit like it’s nobody’s business, but… You’re totally the first guy to get my boxers into a twist and… You and me, it’s serious stuff.”
“Serious stuff?”
“Dude, we live together… This is for fucking life, okay? I don’t want to go and fuck that up.”
“For life…”
Jensen threw himself on Jared, because who cared if he was scared of fucking things up? If he really meant it, he better fucking prove it. Jared laughed, catching Jensen in his arms and kissing him in a long, hard, wet and fucking awesome way.
“I love you,” Jared rasped into his ear as he finally let him up for air and just like that Jensen was coming, gasping and shuddering in Jared’s arms as he creamed his pants like a thirteen year old. Jared just laughed (a throaty sound that would totally merit its own notice in the laugh records) and held him tighter.
“I might love you even more now,” he murmured, pressing a kiss below Jensen’s ear and Jensen whole-heartedly agreed.
~*~
Getting to the bedroom proved to be a damned near impossible task, because they couldn’t stop kissing and kept bumping into things and each other, almost toppling over a few times. Jared’s head got stuck in his t-shirt and Jensen would have laughed had he not just wanted the thing off and then Jared elbowed him in the head when he finally got it off, but that was alright because he immediately kissed it better.
Their kisses were sloppy, hurried, urgent and messy, teeth clashing and noses bumping. Jensen hit his shoulder on the doorframe on the way into the bedroom and then he promptly came again when Jared fumbled with his fly, sending the younger man into damned near hysteric laughter.
Somehow they managed to get Jensen’s pants off and Jared didn’t seem to particularly mind that he was a sloppy mess underneath, because he was already getting hard again. They fell on the bed in a tangle of limbs, Jared’s zipper fly scratching Jensen’s hip hard enough to break the skin and Jensen accidentally knocking Jared over the head with his flailing arms.
They both laughed, grinning wide at each other while they struggled to get both of them naked. In the end they didn’t fully succeed; Jensen still had his socks and Jared his jeans tangled around one leg, but it was okay because they were kissing. Jared’s hands cupping Jensen’s head while their tongues tangled in long deep kisses that had them both breathless.
Jensen had spread his legs at one point and Jared was between them, blanketing Jensen with his massive body and lazily trusting his cock against Jensen’s. It was unbelievably hot and soon Jensen was on the verge of coming again, but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t take Jared with him this time.
He reached in between them, grabbing Jared’s massive cock and making a tight fist for him to thrust into. Jared groaned deep in his throat, pressing sloppy kisses all over Jensen’s face while he humped his hand. It didn’t take very long for Jared to come with a groaned abbreviation of Jensen’s name that was so damned hot that Jensen came too while Jared’s come splattered over his hand, stomach and groin making even more of a mess.
Jared collapsed on top of him with a weak chuckle, crushing Jensen’s hand between their bodies. Jensen withdrew his hand, getting a muffled ow from Jared when he pulled a little too hard on his dangly bits.
“Well I’m glad that wasn’t awkward or anything,” Jared said, laughter dancing in his voice.
Jensen managed a weak chuckle. “Yeah cuz that would totally have sucked.”
“Still love you though,” Jared mumbled, his words slurred with sleepiness. “Sucky sex, or not.”
The words rushed through Jensen’s body, filling him up with happy from the inside.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Jared muttered, shifting against Jensen’s resurrected erection.
“Ignore it,” Jensen mumbled for an answer. “I’m getting used to that.”
Jared didn’t listen though because he shifted over to his side and brought one hand down to the sticky mess surrounding Jensen’s cock, ghosting his fingers over the half hard shaft. He curled up so that he had his head on Jensen’s chest and his hand around his cock, stroking slowly.
“Pretty,” he said, squeezing the swelling organ in his hand lightly.
Jensen groaned, bringing one hand up to tangle in Jared’s hair while the other joined Jared’s long fingered hand on his cock. It was slightly embarrassing how much of a hair trigger he was when it came to Jared, but just feeling that huge hand on him had him on the verge of coming in mere minutes.
Jared lifted his head and twisted around to kiss him, which proved to be Jensen’s undoing. Jared’s hand on his cock and his tongue in his mouth was more than Jensen could handle in his worked up state. He came for the fourth time that night with a strangled moan that was eaten by Jared’s clever lips and swallowed in his slick hot mouth.
Jared lifted his head and looked at him with a peculiar soft look on his face. “Mine,” he said and there was so much possessiveness in his voice that Jensen almost came again.
“Yours,” Jensen admitted weakly, pulling Jared down for another kiss.
Jared hummed his agreement against Jensen’s lips and Jensen smiled. Finally everything was right with the world and the tight knot in his belly that he’d gotten so used to that he didn’t even notice it anymore began to unwind.
~*~
Jensen woke up the following morning to a video camera pointed at his face. Said video camera was in the hands of Jared, who was sitting naked and cross-legged on the bed.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“I’m filming you.”
“Yeah, I can see that. Why?”
“You’re cute when you sleep.”
“I’m cute always.”
“True,” Jared said and the odd mix of pride and possessiveness in his tone made Jensen shiver inside. “Do you know what day it is today?”
“Uhm… Sunday?”
“Yeah, but that’s not what I meant. It’s our two month anniversary.”
“It is,” Jensen frowned. “Dude, we got together last night.”
Jared chuckled. “Yeah, but everyone else has been counting our relationship since I moved in with you and that was two months ago today.”
Jensen shook his head fondly. “You’re insane,” he said, lifting a hand and putting it on Jared’s bony knee just because he could.
“Also do you know what day Tuesday is?” Jared asked, his grin turning positively insane.
“No,” Jensen murmured letting his hand slide further up Jared’s leg.
“Mardi Gras!”
Jensen stiffened. “No… No… NO. No way… Do you remember last year? It was horrible.”
“It was not,” Jared said, catching Jensen’s hand and interlacing their fingers.
“It was too. Mike threw up in my azalea… Remember that? I had to throw it out and I loved that freaking plant.”
“How could I forget?” Jared said with a soft smile, finally putting the camera away. “You moaned about that plant for weeks until I gave up and got you a new one.”
Jensen pulled him down on top of him and grinned. “You were always too good to me,” he murmured, giving Jared a soft kiss.
“How could I not have figured out you were gay sooner? Honestly?” Jared asked his smile eating up his face.
“Oh shut up,” Jensen said, but he was smiling.
“I love you,” Jared said, kissing him again.
“Uh huh…” Jensen murmured. “We’re still not having a Mardi Gras party.”
“Even if I promise to replace any and all plants that might be thrown up upon?”
“Even then.”
“We’ll see about that,” Jared murmured, kissing him for a very very long time.
~*~
“Uh guys… I appreciate your devotion to each other and all… but Sam and Dean are not supposed to be holding hands in this scene… I’m in fact pretty sure they’re not supposed to hold hands at all. Ever.”
Jensen pulled his hand out of Jared’s ,blushing slightly. Kim really shouldn’t let them stand around waiting for too long, they automatically gravitated towards each other. Jared looked down at him with a grin, before swooping down for a kiss that made Jensen’s toes curl.
“Guys,” Kim said sounding pained. “Please.”
Jared straightened up again, moving back to his mark, while Jensen tried to remember what they were supposed to be doing again. One of the make up girls came up to him touching up the foundation that Jared had kissed away and he could see on her face that she was one of the awww cute groupies.
Their relationship and their (well mostly Jared’s) extremely public displays of it had divided the set into two camps. The aww cute shippers and the please dear god keep you heads out of your pants shippers. Kim certainly belonged to the latter, mostly because he was tired of them cuddling whenever he was not asking them to do something specific.
No one actually seemed to mind though. Their relationship had been an accepted fact long before they actually got together, so no one raised an eyebrow the first time they kissed in public. Well no one but Eric, but that was because sometimes he was ridiculously clueless. Quite surprisingly enough he’d turned out to be an awww cute fanboy which kind of freaked Jensen out.
He was standing beside Kim now, smiling at them like they were worth a million dollars, which they actually might be. Once rumors had started seeping out of the set about the main stars being in a relationship the ratings had gone sky high. It seemed like everyone and his grandmother was watching the show trying to catch a glimpse of their personal relationship.
They’d just gotten picked up for a third season and tonight there would be one heck of a cast and crew party to celebrate it. Jensen would have rather stayed home; he still had emotional scars from the Mardi Gras party a few weeks earlier, but Jared wanted to go so he was going too. Besides at least this party wouldn’t be held in their home and his plants would not be in danger. Life was pretty awesome after all.
The End
Sequel: Hot Like This
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Jensen, mentions of Mike/Tom.
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance, Erotica, Crack
Word Count: 5991
Summary: Jensen got a secret crush, only it doesn't stay secret and crack happens. *g*
Disclaimer: I don't know them, own them or make any money from them. This is just a bunch of inventive lies.
Warnings: Uhm... Cracky!
Beta: sasskitten because she's mah girl and I love her to bits.
Notes: This fic can easily be called pure insanity, with sex and a little bit of plot. *grins* A week, or so, ago I asked my trusty flist for prompts to put in a fic. This is what they came up with...
lissa_bear wanted Drinking with Chris Kane, Chris telling an embarrassing story about Jensen, Chris telling Jensen how hot Jared is.
clex_monkie89 asked for 1. Tommy and Mikey being the idiots they are. 2. A video camera. 3. Mardi Gras.
sasskitten said: write me: tom, mike, jensen and jared getting really, really drunk and playing spin the bottle
unperfectwolf asked for Jensen blushing, hand holding and PDA.
teh_kimeye wanted Jared and Jensen have gone hunting together (in the USA reindeer are called caribou) as part of a "we want to shag omg it's been months!" holiday, but Chad deliberately tags along and brings Tom who has a crush on Jensen and then OMG HE CATCHES THEM HAVING SEX and goes off and cries and then punches Chad.
jewels667 asked for - Mike throwing up in a potted plant/ - Jared's dog Harely like Jensen more than Jared/ - Fumbling funny sex between anybody. Like just ridiculous sex. Where elbows get people in the eye and someone trips while trying to get their pants off.
Jensen's Not So Secret Crush
”Dude, I completely forgot to tell you… I had the weirdest dream last night.”
Jensen looked up from the food he was shuffling around his plate, pretending to be eating, only to be faced with, what Jensen referred to as, Jared's insane grin #3, the one that spoke clearly about straightjackets and comfy padded cells. Problem was that it was usually Jensen wanting the straightjacket and he’d felt a need for padded walls to bang his head against ever since he met Jared.
He smiled half-heartedly and went back to perusing his food. He hadn’t had much of an appetite lately, not since Sandy broke up with Jared and his co-worker practically moved in with him. It had been one thing to battle his unwanted emotions when they were just working and hanging out, then at least he got time to breathe every night when Jared was home sleeping in his own bed. Now, Jared was sleeping in Jensen’s bed and Jensen spent every night trying to avoid the cuddling Jared, who was want to induce as soon as he fell asleep. It was like sharing a bed with an octopus that had grabby hands.
“We were going on a hunting trip,” Jared said, nudging Jensen with his shoulder. “Like a normal hunting trip you know for caribou or some shit like that.”
“Caribou hunting?” Jensen snorted. “You wouldn’t be able to shot an animal if your life depended on it.”
“Would too,” Jared protested. “And it’s not the point anyway, because in this dream it wasn’t really about the hunting.”
“Uh huh,” Jensen said, wondering what was coming next. Jared had the most whacked out dreams and half the time Jensen thought he was making them up to amuse him.
“It was at the end of the summer hiatus and we were going to this little cabin up in the woods somewhere, mostly because we really wanted to fuck each other’s brains out after not seeing each other for months.”
Jensen nearly choked on the piece of chicken that had found its way into his mouth and Jared clapped his back repeatedly. “We were fucking in this dream of yours?” He gasped once he’d gotten a little of his breath back.
“Totally,” Jared said making it sound like something awesome. “And as I said we hadn’t seen each other for a couple of months so we were totally desperate for it too.”
Jensen took a quick swig from his water bottle while Jared stuffed some food into his mouth, making sure to swallow before Jared started talking again.
“You’re not eating enough,” Jared huffed, grabbing the fork that Jensen had abandoned on the side of the Styrofoam box, piling it high with chicken and rice and stuffing it into Jensen’s mouth.
“Hey,” Jensen said, spraying rice over the table.
“Eat or I’ll make you,” Jared said seriously before letting Jensen’s fork drop back down into the box and going back to his own.
Jensen rolled his eyes but dutifully chewed the food in his mouth, swallowing it down with some water. Jared was obviously a lot more perceptive than Jensen had given him credit for.
“So anyway,” Jared continued like he hadn’t just fed Jensen as though he was an overgrown baby. “In this dream we hadn’t really told people about, you know, us… so when Chad wanted to tag along we couldn’t really stop him.”
“We went on a hunting trip with Chad?” Jensen said, making a face.
“It’s a dream, Jen. Logic and sanity doesn’t apply.”
Jared gave him a pointed look and Jensen took another forkful of food; Jared was worse than his mom. Only his mom didn’t have Jared's huge fucking sex hands, dimples or a mop of hair Jensen longed to dig his fingers into. Luckily enough, or Jensen would have given Oedipus a run for his money.
“So yeah Chad tags along and he brings Tom who has this huge fucking crush on you, so I kinda hate him a little.”
“Dude… I’m not sure you should be telling me about this… It seems kinda private,” Jensen tried, shifting in his seat, because, yeah, the thought of Jared being jealous over him was a huge fucking turn on.
“Eat,” Jared answered. “So there we are, like the four of us in this cabin and we’re not getting any alone time at all.”
Jensen wanted to point out that that was a good thing because he was not sure he’d be able to survive if Jared told him about them having sex.
“So I bribed Chad to take Tom with him on some errand, just so that I could fuck that tight ass of yours…. Are you okay?”
“Peachy,” Jensen muttered, bending forward towards the table to hide the erection that was damned near breaking through his fly.
“You’d totally be a bottom for me, wouldn’t you?” Jared mused and Jensen wanted to punch him.
“What happened next?” Jensen asked his voice rough with desire. He’d totally be a bottom for Jared; he’d be anything for him as long as it meant that Jared's lips were against his and Jared's hands were on his body.
“Oh Chad totally cheated on me and brought Tom home way early, catching me with my cock up your ass.”
Jensen was dying. Seriously dying. All his blood had pooled in his groin and he could feel his internal organs giving up one by one.
“And yeah Tom got all crazy and punched Chad across the cabin… He was crying too. All in all it was a pretty good dream.”
Jensen didn’t answer because he was busy trying to not cream his pants. He could feel the slow lurching pulse in his groin that meant he was so fucking close it was not even funny and wardrobe would kill him if he creamed Dean's jeans.
“Jen, are you okay?” Jared asked, honest concern coloring his voice. “You’ve been a bit weird lately… Is something bothering you?”
Jensen shook his head mutely thinking about mutilated corpses, dead puppies and Jared's face as he’d told him Sandy dumped him, everything to try and calm his raging libido. There was a triple knock on the door that signalled the end of their lunch break and Jensen had never been so relieved in his life.
“Time to go,” he said.
Jared glanced at his plate. “I’m making you Fettuccini Alfredo for dinner,” he said. “Then at least I know you’ll eat.”
Jensen whined deep in his throat and banged his head against the table. Please someone save him from gorgeous adorable best friends, he couldn’t take it anymore.
~*~
Jensen was pretty sure he hated Chris, hated him with a vengeance. Once upon a time he would have called him one of his best friends, but that was before he showed up on a Saturday night with two bottles of whiskey for the newlyweds. Jared hadn’t even blushed at that, but Jensen had and it was totally unfair, especially when Chris had given him that all too knowing look when his ears turned red.
Two hours later Jensen was well on his way to getting stupidly drunk and he was still stupidly in love with Jared, hanging on his every word like a fucking fangirl. Chris, the perceptive bastard, was of course noticing this, grinning into his tumbler like a fucking loon. If he did one single thing to alert Jared to what was going on in Jensen’s mind, Jensen was going to kill him.
“Hey Jayred,” Chris said suddenly, making Jensen cringe. “Did Jenny ever tell you about that girl in Mexico…”
“What girl?” Jared asked giving Jensen a pointed look.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Jensen chanted, covering his ears with his hands.
“Now this, I have to hear,” Jared said eagerly.
Jensen groaned. “No you don’t,” he said.
Chris just laughed and slid into that slouch of his that meant he was in a story telling mood; blue eyes glittering with devilish amusement and long fingered hands primly joined in his lap.
“Me and my boy here were down in Mexico for a few weeks… Messing around with our guitars and singing ourselves hoarse in different bars every night. Jensen was in his last year of high school, jitters under his skin and sultry heat in his eyes.”
Even Jensen had to admit that Chris could really work a story; it was too bad he already knew the punch line.
“So we’re in this ratty little bar somewhere in northern Mexico, kinda like the roadhouse if you catch my drift. Pretty damned scary momma behind the bar, pretty damned hot daughter waiting the tables… Her eyes sliding to Jenny every so often, watching his mouth as he weaves the words of a familiar song and Jenny… He got his eyes on her too, following that perky little ass around as she wipes down tables and refills glasses.”
Jensen shifted, wanting to tape Chris’ goddamned mouth shut because fuck him. They both knew where this story ended and it wasn’t in a good place for Jensen and Jared, because maybe Jensen hadn’t exactly told Jared about certain things and Chris fucking knew that.
“So eventually the bar is about to close for the night and we’re packing up our guitars, joking around like we usually do when the girl comes up to us. She doesn’t say a word, but before I know it Jensen is following her out the door. I don’t see him for three days, so I keep playing the same set in the bar every night, waiting for his return.”
Jensen glanced at Jared, who was hanging on Chris’ words with avid interest.
“You see, I was pretty happy that Jenny found himself someone… He always was a bit… asexual, like there wasn’t any girl that was good enough for him but as one day grew into two I was getting a bit worried. It’s one thing to take off for a quick fuck but to go AWOL for days, that wasn’t like Jenny. Now the momma behind the bar, she scared me, but on the second night I worked up the courage to talk to her.”
Jensen stared at Jared, the way his mouth was slightly open as he focused on Chris and the way his hands were holding the glass on his lap. He wondered if this was the last time he’d get the chance to watch Jared like this.
“She looked at me for a while knowing what I wanted to ask before I’d opened my mouth. Then she said, you worried about your friend, and I nodded.” Chris stopped talking and looked at Jensen. “Maybe Jensen would like to say it himself.”
Jensen didn’t want to at all, but as Jared's green brown wonderful eyes zeroed in on his face he found himself opening his mouth anyway. “She said, don’t you worry boy, my son will take good care of him.”
Jared blinked. “Her son… but…”
Chris laughed. “The pretty little girl was really a boy with really delicate features.”
Jared's eyes flittered from Chris to Jensen and back again. “But you were gone for three days,” he said directing his question to Jensen.
Jensen bit his lip and looked down at his hands. He really wasn’t drunk enough for this. “And we fucked pretty much the entire time,” he murmured, not daring to look up to see the expression on Jared's face.
“You’re gay?” Jared asked, confusion clouding his words; confusion and something else that Jensen couldn’t really pinpoint, but at least it wasn’t anger.
“I…” Jensen swallowed. “Yeah… Yeah I’m gay.”
“You could have fucking told me,” Jared hissed, slapping him over the head as he got up from the couch.
Jensen flinched as the front door banged shut after him, looking up at Chris who was still smiling. “Thanks man,” he said icily. “Thank you very much.”
Chris didn’t look the slightest bit put upon; he just smiled his most inscrutable smile. “You should have been watching his face,” he said. “There was a story and a half there.”
“Fuck you,” Jensen muttered, refilling his glass.
“I think you’d rather fuck him,” Chris said with a grin. “And I got to hand it to you, he’s fucking hot man. That smile, those eyes… the hands… I bet you think about those hands way too much.”
“Shut up.”
“And that little dip in his chin… Oh you would just love to lick it, wouldn’t you?”
“Shut up.”
“And his body… Dear God….”
“Chris, shut up or I will shut you up,” Jensen growled.
“Awww you don’t like me talking about your boy.”
“Just shut. The fuck. UP.”
Chris grinned, holding his glass up in a salute and Jensen silently hated on him. Stupid meddling motherfucker, couldn’t he just roll over and die? The cat was out of the bag now and Jared was most decidedly a dog person.
~*~
Jared came back five minutes after the door had closed behind Chris and before Jensen got the chance to call his cell a tenth time. His face was completely blank but Jensen noticed the way his hands were trembling as he clenched them at his sides.
“I’m sorry,” Jensen said. “I should have told you ages ago… It was just…”
“Just what?”
“At first I wasn’t sure who you were, if it would make things awkward and then suddenly we knew each other too well and I couldn’t think of a way to sneak it in without changing everything.”
“I’ve been sleeping in your bed with you for the past three weeks. You could have told me.”
“Jay I wouldn’t… I’d never… I’m not like that.”
Jared sighed. “I know you’re not… I’m the cuddly sleeper here.”
“Tell me about it,” Jensen muttered.
“Does it bother you?” Jared asked and Jensen looked up for the first time.
“That you smother me when you fall asleep?”
“Yeah… I mean, it’s not like you’ve been getting any lately, is it?”
Jensen blushed crimson again; he was so tired of being embarrassed. “Jared,” he groaned. “Can we not have this conversation, please?”
Jared grinned; it was grin #4, the one that was bigger than Texas and had his eyes glittering like emeralds. “Cuddling me does so turn you on,” he said sounding triumphant and Jared really wasn’t like anyone Jensen had ever met.
“Maybe,” he offered. He was totally not gonna tell Jared how much, or how often. “Sometimes.”
“Did you ever touch yourself while I was drooling into your hair?” Jared asked, trying for an innocent look but Jensen could totally see the grin he wasn’t grinning. It looked like #5, I got one on you. Jensen always hated #5, stupid Jared getting the upper hand.
“Of course not, what are you insane?” Jensen retorted his face still flaming and thanks to Jared he was now thinking about it and damn it was one hot thought.
Jared grinned and yes it was #5. “You’re totally thinking about it now though.”
“I hate you,” Jensen said, turning on his heel and stomping towards the bedroom. When did his life become this surreal?
He was already in bed when Jared came in, he’d been sure that the other man would chose the couch, but there he was, chucking his clothes on the floor and crawling into bed like he always did. It made him wonder, how many guys, gay or straight, let their best friend sleep in their bed? Every night.
~*~
Jensen was way drunker than he should be, the fact that he had said yes to playing spin the bottle with Tom and Mike while Jared was still in the room, was a dead give away. He had to be really drunk to agree to something like that and even more so to actually think it was a good idea.
“So here’s the rules,” Mike said sounding all pompous.
Jared groaned quietly beside him and Jensen realized that Jared was not drunk enough. He refilled Jared's glass and pushed it towards him, smiling in encouragement when Jared swallowed it in two long gulps. Okay, so mostly he was looking at Jared's throat working, but he was smiling.
“First time the bottle points at someone you have to kiss them, second time with tongue, third time groping and fourth time blow job.”
Jensen blinked, there seemed to have been some amendments to the rules when he wasn’t looking, but then he hadn’t played spin the bottle since he was in high school. This time it was Tom who groaned and Jensen didn’t refill his glass. Mike was Tom’s responsibility and since he’d obviously forgot the choker; he could very well deal with the fall out.
“Who starts?” Jared asked and Jensen turned to look at him.
“I’m glad you asked mah boy,” Mike said. “You do.”
Now Jensen groaned, but no one refilled his glass because of that so he did it for himself. Jared grabbed the bottle, looking sulky and cute, setting spin to it on the table. It wobbled around awkwardly before pointing at Jensen.
Jared snorted and Jensen felt a bit put upon. He was drunk and kind of maudlin; he didn’t want his not so secret crush to snort when faced with the possibility of kissing him.
“You dun have to or anything,” he said, hating the way his voice wavered. “It’s kinda stupid to play just the four of us anyway.”
“Oh, shut up,” Jared growled grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him.
As far as kisses went it wasn’t very spectacular, just a dry press of lips that lasted far shorter than Jensen would have wanted it to, but the neck grabbing… Jared's long fingers curling around the nape of his neck, now that was the stuff dreams were made of. He might have groaned a little when Jared flexed his fingers and grinned against his lips and he most certainly had a boner the size of something very big and hard.
“I bet you’ll jerk off while I drool into your hair tonight,” Jared whispered against his ear low enough for only him to hear and Jensen entertained the thought of jerking off right then and there.
“Your turn Jenny,” Mike said and he sounded way too eager.
Jensen spun the bottle half heartedly, glancing at Jared when it very predictably wobbled to a stop facing him. Jared smiled, something that looked a lot like #2, you’re too cute but with a side of #35, I’m just teasing. It might actually be an entirely new smile; one that Jensen had not yet had a chance to study and catalogue.
Jensen licked his lips nervously before sliding a hand into Jared's hair and pulling him close. Jared tilted his head at the very last second to avoid them breaking each other’s noses and then their lips met. This time around it was whoa already from the start and when Jared's tongue snaked into his mouth Jensen almost creamed his pants.
Somehow he’d lost all control between grabbing Jared's hair and Jared bending forward because Jared was so the man at the moment, kissing Jensen to within an inch of his life, or coming, or whatever. When he pulled away Jensen felt like fanning himself and yeah he was blushing to the tips of his ears again.
“Oh dear God I’d totally bottom for you,” Jensen said before he’d regained what there was of higher brain functions at the moment and Jared laughed.
“Of course you would,” he said smugly.
"Guys..." Tom said looking hot and bothered, which might be because Mike had his hand in his lap. "Let’s not play anymore, okay?"
Jared looked a bit disappointed. “Whatever,” he said, glancing at Jensen who was having a hard time composing himself. “If I want it I can get it at home.”
Jensen totally failed at composing himself and damned near flailed. “Uh what?” He asked.
Jared grinned (totally #5) and Jensen damned near came in his pants again. Since when was it okay for his secret crush to know about it and tease him? Totally unfair, went against all the rules in the secret crush rulebook.
“I’m just saying,” Jared said, still grinning that goddamned smug grin.
“Fuck you,” Jensen muttered and picked up his glass. Now why was it empty again?
~*~
(Cell phone rings.)
“Are you fucking yet?”
“Mike… Did you call me at four am to ask that? You’re fucking crazy.”
“Well… are you?”
“No, go back to bed.”
“Is he there?”
“Yeah.”
“How close?”
“Very close.”
“Can he hear you?”
“He would have to be deaf not to.”
“And you’re still not fucking?”
“Fuck off Mike.”
“It sounds like you should… hey gimme that.”
“Hey Jen.”
“Hey Tom.”
“I apologize for my crazy boyfriend’s insane behaviour. It shall not happen again.”
“Yeah. Right.”
“So… Are you fucking yet?”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“That’s a no then?”
“Yes.”
“Too bad.”
(Click.)
“Who was that?
“Mike and his slightly better half.”
“What did they want?”
“Beats me.”
“Awww, they asked you if we were fucking again didn’t they.”
“Shut up Jared.”
“You know if you want to jerk off I will totally pretend to be asleep.”
“I said shut UP.”
“Heh… I totally made you think about it.”
Groan.
~*~
Jensen was stupidly in love with Jared, even though Jared knew about it and everything was going to hell in a hand basket; he just couldn’t help himself. Jared really was all that and then some. If Jensen’d had any doubts they had been squashed when Jared learned about his feelings and didn’t let it change a thing between them.
He loved everything about Jared, from his shaggy hair to his shaggy dogs. It was surely a sign of insanity when you loved someone’s pets just because you loved them. When Jared moved in, which was kind of official by now since everyone assumed they were doing the nasty, his dogs did too and at first Jensen wasn’t so sure about that part of the equation.
He liked dogs, sure he did, they were cute and kinda dorky, like someone else Jensen knew, but he wasn’t really a pet person. They were all fine and dandy from afar, but living with them, having to walk and feed them, that was surely not his kind of thing. Harley and Sadie had taught him differently though and now Jensen would miss them as much as Jared if they moved out.
He would miss Harley especially because Harley was totally Jensen’s boy. He followed him around wherever he went, took every chance he got to climb on his lap and he slept on Jensen’s side of the bed. Of course that might not mean anything because so did Jared, but still. Harley was his boy.
“I think he likes you more than he likes me,” Jared said one night as they were watching TV. Harley curled up on the couch with his head in Jensen’s lap.
“You think?” Jensen asked, secretly pleased.
“Uh huh,” Jared answered. “But not quite as much as I like you.”
Jensen’s stomach fluttered. “I don’t see you putting your head in my lap,” he pointed out.
Jared chuckled. “You would just get ideas.”
Jensen didn’t answer that because what was there to say? Even hearing Jared’s name these days were giving him ideas, ever since that totally fucking hot kiss Jared had given him when they played spin the bottle.
“Hey,” Jared said, poking him with his foot. “Don’t get all maudlin about it.”
Jensen just looked at him and decided that maybe it was time for another dose of truth, because he was pretty much living in a sugarcoated version of Hell. He had a boner pretty much twenty-four-seven because nowadays he didn’t even dare jerk off in the shower. Jared had fucking psychic powers when it came to Jensen and sex.
They did everything together from dinner to dishes and some days it was like torture. Jensen had been given a glimpse of what his life would be like in a perfect world, only the picture was slightly skewed.
“I’m sorry, Jay,” he said. “I know you think this is great entertainment but it really ain’t that funny if you got my end of the deal.”
Jared frowned.
“I’m stupidly, fucking in love with you, man. I worship the ground you walk on and you’re indulging me… feeding this fucking obsession until I can’t even breathe without you, but it’ll never be real and it’s killing me inside.”
Jared swallowed. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
Jensen shrugged. “What is there to say? I’m an idiot. End of story.”
“No you’re not an idiot… Jen… I’mkindainlovewithyoutoo.”
“Come again.”
“I love you too, you freak.”
“Yeah,” Jensen said, scratching Harley behind one of his silky soft ears. “Of course you do.”
“No,” Jared said. “You’re totally not getting it. I’m in love with you too.”
“What?” Jensen blinked.
“I kinda thought the fact that I moved in with you and am damned near obsessed with the thought of you jerking off would have clued you in to the fact.”
“I… What… No… Then why aren’t we fucking?”
Jared laughed. “Poor baby got a bad case of blue balls.”
“YES.”
Jared laughed some more and maybe Jensen should start to catalogue his laughs next. This one was particularly pleasing, deep and rumbling with a husky note that went straight to his cock.
“It’s just… I’m scared, man. You know I can talk about shit like it’s nobody’s business, but… You’re totally the first guy to get my boxers into a twist and… You and me, it’s serious stuff.”
“Serious stuff?”
“Dude, we live together… This is for fucking life, okay? I don’t want to go and fuck that up.”
“For life…”
Jensen threw himself on Jared, because who cared if he was scared of fucking things up? If he really meant it, he better fucking prove it. Jared laughed, catching Jensen in his arms and kissing him in a long, hard, wet and fucking awesome way.
“I love you,” Jared rasped into his ear as he finally let him up for air and just like that Jensen was coming, gasping and shuddering in Jared’s arms as he creamed his pants like a thirteen year old. Jared just laughed (a throaty sound that would totally merit its own notice in the laugh records) and held him tighter.
“I might love you even more now,” he murmured, pressing a kiss below Jensen’s ear and Jensen whole-heartedly agreed.
~*~
Getting to the bedroom proved to be a damned near impossible task, because they couldn’t stop kissing and kept bumping into things and each other, almost toppling over a few times. Jared’s head got stuck in his t-shirt and Jensen would have laughed had he not just wanted the thing off and then Jared elbowed him in the head when he finally got it off, but that was alright because he immediately kissed it better.
Their kisses were sloppy, hurried, urgent and messy, teeth clashing and noses bumping. Jensen hit his shoulder on the doorframe on the way into the bedroom and then he promptly came again when Jared fumbled with his fly, sending the younger man into damned near hysteric laughter.
Somehow they managed to get Jensen’s pants off and Jared didn’t seem to particularly mind that he was a sloppy mess underneath, because he was already getting hard again. They fell on the bed in a tangle of limbs, Jared’s zipper fly scratching Jensen’s hip hard enough to break the skin and Jensen accidentally knocking Jared over the head with his flailing arms.
They both laughed, grinning wide at each other while they struggled to get both of them naked. In the end they didn’t fully succeed; Jensen still had his socks and Jared his jeans tangled around one leg, but it was okay because they were kissing. Jared’s hands cupping Jensen’s head while their tongues tangled in long deep kisses that had them both breathless.
Jensen had spread his legs at one point and Jared was between them, blanketing Jensen with his massive body and lazily trusting his cock against Jensen’s. It was unbelievably hot and soon Jensen was on the verge of coming again, but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t take Jared with him this time.
He reached in between them, grabbing Jared’s massive cock and making a tight fist for him to thrust into. Jared groaned deep in his throat, pressing sloppy kisses all over Jensen’s face while he humped his hand. It didn’t take very long for Jared to come with a groaned abbreviation of Jensen’s name that was so damned hot that Jensen came too while Jared’s come splattered over his hand, stomach and groin making even more of a mess.
Jared collapsed on top of him with a weak chuckle, crushing Jensen’s hand between their bodies. Jensen withdrew his hand, getting a muffled ow from Jared when he pulled a little too hard on his dangly bits.
“Well I’m glad that wasn’t awkward or anything,” Jared said, laughter dancing in his voice.
Jensen managed a weak chuckle. “Yeah cuz that would totally have sucked.”
“Still love you though,” Jared mumbled, his words slurred with sleepiness. “Sucky sex, or not.”
The words rushed through Jensen’s body, filling him up with happy from the inside.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Jared muttered, shifting against Jensen’s resurrected erection.
“Ignore it,” Jensen mumbled for an answer. “I’m getting used to that.”
Jared didn’t listen though because he shifted over to his side and brought one hand down to the sticky mess surrounding Jensen’s cock, ghosting his fingers over the half hard shaft. He curled up so that he had his head on Jensen’s chest and his hand around his cock, stroking slowly.
“Pretty,” he said, squeezing the swelling organ in his hand lightly.
Jensen groaned, bringing one hand up to tangle in Jared’s hair while the other joined Jared’s long fingered hand on his cock. It was slightly embarrassing how much of a hair trigger he was when it came to Jared, but just feeling that huge hand on him had him on the verge of coming in mere minutes.
Jared lifted his head and twisted around to kiss him, which proved to be Jensen’s undoing. Jared’s hand on his cock and his tongue in his mouth was more than Jensen could handle in his worked up state. He came for the fourth time that night with a strangled moan that was eaten by Jared’s clever lips and swallowed in his slick hot mouth.
Jared lifted his head and looked at him with a peculiar soft look on his face. “Mine,” he said and there was so much possessiveness in his voice that Jensen almost came again.
“Yours,” Jensen admitted weakly, pulling Jared down for another kiss.
Jared hummed his agreement against Jensen’s lips and Jensen smiled. Finally everything was right with the world and the tight knot in his belly that he’d gotten so used to that he didn’t even notice it anymore began to unwind.
~*~
Jensen woke up the following morning to a video camera pointed at his face. Said video camera was in the hands of Jared, who was sitting naked and cross-legged on the bed.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“I’m filming you.”
“Yeah, I can see that. Why?”
“You’re cute when you sleep.”
“I’m cute always.”
“True,” Jared said and the odd mix of pride and possessiveness in his tone made Jensen shiver inside. “Do you know what day it is today?”
“Uhm… Sunday?”
“Yeah, but that’s not what I meant. It’s our two month anniversary.”
“It is,” Jensen frowned. “Dude, we got together last night.”
Jared chuckled. “Yeah, but everyone else has been counting our relationship since I moved in with you and that was two months ago today.”
Jensen shook his head fondly. “You’re insane,” he said, lifting a hand and putting it on Jared’s bony knee just because he could.
“Also do you know what day Tuesday is?” Jared asked, his grin turning positively insane.
“No,” Jensen murmured letting his hand slide further up Jared’s leg.
“Mardi Gras!”
Jensen stiffened. “No… No… NO. No way… Do you remember last year? It was horrible.”
“It was not,” Jared said, catching Jensen’s hand and interlacing their fingers.
“It was too. Mike threw up in my azalea… Remember that? I had to throw it out and I loved that freaking plant.”
“How could I forget?” Jared said with a soft smile, finally putting the camera away. “You moaned about that plant for weeks until I gave up and got you a new one.”
Jensen pulled him down on top of him and grinned. “You were always too good to me,” he murmured, giving Jared a soft kiss.
“How could I not have figured out you were gay sooner? Honestly?” Jared asked his smile eating up his face.
“Oh shut up,” Jensen said, but he was smiling.
“I love you,” Jared said, kissing him again.
“Uh huh…” Jensen murmured. “We’re still not having a Mardi Gras party.”
“Even if I promise to replace any and all plants that might be thrown up upon?”
“Even then.”
“We’ll see about that,” Jared murmured, kissing him for a very very long time.
~*~
“Uh guys… I appreciate your devotion to each other and all… but Sam and Dean are not supposed to be holding hands in this scene… I’m in fact pretty sure they’re not supposed to hold hands at all. Ever.”
Jensen pulled his hand out of Jared’s ,blushing slightly. Kim really shouldn’t let them stand around waiting for too long, they automatically gravitated towards each other. Jared looked down at him with a grin, before swooping down for a kiss that made Jensen’s toes curl.
“Guys,” Kim said sounding pained. “Please.”
Jared straightened up again, moving back to his mark, while Jensen tried to remember what they were supposed to be doing again. One of the make up girls came up to him touching up the foundation that Jared had kissed away and he could see on her face that she was one of the awww cute groupies.
Their relationship and their (well mostly Jared’s) extremely public displays of it had divided the set into two camps. The aww cute shippers and the please dear god keep you heads out of your pants shippers. Kim certainly belonged to the latter, mostly because he was tired of them cuddling whenever he was not asking them to do something specific.
No one actually seemed to mind though. Their relationship had been an accepted fact long before they actually got together, so no one raised an eyebrow the first time they kissed in public. Well no one but Eric, but that was because sometimes he was ridiculously clueless. Quite surprisingly enough he’d turned out to be an awww cute fanboy which kind of freaked Jensen out.
He was standing beside Kim now, smiling at them like they were worth a million dollars, which they actually might be. Once rumors had started seeping out of the set about the main stars being in a relationship the ratings had gone sky high. It seemed like everyone and his grandmother was watching the show trying to catch a glimpse of their personal relationship.
They’d just gotten picked up for a third season and tonight there would be one heck of a cast and crew party to celebrate it. Jensen would have rather stayed home; he still had emotional scars from the Mardi Gras party a few weeks earlier, but Jared wanted to go so he was going too. Besides at least this party wouldn’t be held in their home and his plants would not be in danger. Life was pretty awesome after all.
The End
Sequel: Hot Like This