AU RPS: Taking A Vacation In Bumfuck, Texas 2/7
Title: Taking A Vacation In Bumfuck, Texas
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Jensen, Tom, Mike, Chad and others.
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance, Erotica, AU
Summary: Jared is a powerful CEO that gets a taste of the simple life when his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.
Disclaimer: I don't know them, own them or make any money from them. This is just a bunch of inventive lies.
Wordcount: 6 699 for this part.
Warnings: AU.
Beta: ames1010 Love you babe! Texas approved by lissa_bear. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Prompt: Finger-fucking until they come.
Notes: Here it is... The Jared!CEO verse I've been talking about. ;0) I had to post it a bit prematurely since I had forgotten about the kink/cliche challenge thing. *g* I don't really know if WIPs are allowed but there won't be that many parts to this. :0)
Chapter Specific Notes: Porn. Porn. Porn. <<<--- Yeah, still true. :0P The season finale of some show I've been watching put me in a good mood, so I thought I'd give you another chapter even though strictly speaking I should be posting something else. ;0P
Banner by the lovely titheniel
Day Two
Jared fell asleep after Jensen left and didn’t wake up until the phone pulled him out of his rest around ten, which was the Padalecki equivalent of sleeping until four in the afternoon.
“Padalecki,” he rumbled into the mouth-piece without opening his eyes, still too lethargic to contemplate moving.
“Dude, are you sleeping?” Sandy asked on the other end before dissolving into laughter. “You never called me yesterday, you bastard.”
“Sorry,” Jared murmured, almost managing to sound contrite.
“So how’s the vacation coming along?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Jared answered, stretching languidly, wincing when the dried come on his chest and stomach crackled.
“Did you get laid?”
“Oh, God, yes,” Jared answered, unable to stop a shit eating grin from forming on his face.
Sandy laughed. “Only you would find someone in the middle of fucking nowhere that wants to sit on your cock.”
Jared rolled over, still grinning to himself. “Not just someone… He was… is… fucking fantastic. Gorgeous like you wouldn’t believe, and the sex… just yeah. Hell yeah.”
“Oh Jared… are you crushing on this guy?”
“No, of course not.” Jared Padalecki, emperor of the mighty Padalecki Corporation, did not crush on hot car mechanics.
“You totally are.” Sandy giggled.
“Maybe a little,” Jared grumped. “So how’re the lawyers doing? Still trying to hash out who gets what and when?”
“Yeah. Mr Hudson called me this morning at seven am to tell me he’d totally found a loophole in the prenup, and that I was looking at the big bucks.”
Jared laughed. “You know you can have whatever you want, sweet. You sure you don’t want the house?”
“It’s your family home, Jay, and besides, what the fuck would I do with that fucking castle of yours? It’s bigger than the white house.”
“It’s not,” Jared said, defending the honor of the family mansion.
Sandy laughed. “It is too, and you know it. Anyway, I want nothing more than what we already agreed on, but the boys are having so much fun haggling that I don’t want to deprive them.”
Jared grinned. “Yeah, we’ll let them go at it for another week or so before we butt in to say our piece.”
“Anyways, I’m glad you’re enjoying your vacation, Jay, and if you like that boy so much, don’t talk yourself out of it. You could make it work.”
“Jesus, Sandy. We just had sex.”
“Uh huh,” she said. “I got to go. Josh is picking me up in an hour, but don’t be a stranger.”
“I won’t,” Jared said, disconnecting the call.
He let the phone drop to the bed and stared up at the roof. Jensen was just a little bit of fun, there was no way he was letting it become more. His life was way too hectic at the moment for entanglements, no matter how gorgeous the mechanic happened to be.
Sandy’s call was just the first in a list of calls, and it was almost noon before Jared finally got a chance to hit the shower. Mike had called to get his advice on the Orpha Tech business, wanting to know exactly what his plans were before meeting with the board Chad called to ask how the car was coming along and when Jared didn’t know, he threatened to call Jensen and tell him to stop fucking around. Jared told him to fuck off and called Mike back telling him to cancel his reservations with the hotel he'd booked in Vegas.
Mike managed to lure the sordid story about Jensen out of him, and Jared delighted in the other man’s shout of glee. Then just as Jared was about to hit the shower, Kripke called and they spent almost an hour hashing out the immediate plans for the network. Once again Jared considered himself lucky to have found the other man, they worked very well together and Kripke didn’t mind Jared taking such an active interest in the production.
Around one Jared finally found himself downstairs, freshly showered and in clean clothes. He’d also done his best to get Jensen’s come off the floor, the door and the carpet. The bed had actually been the least dirty part of the room, seeing as they had never actually managed to remove the coverlet. He’d taken that off the bed, though, and folded it neatly on a chair. He had a sneaking suspicion that Jensen’s mom was the one cleaning the rooms and he was just enough of a prude to not want the room to look and smell like sex.
Samantha was at the stove cooking lunch when he walked into the kitchen, and she gave him a smile as he sat down at the table.
“Good morning,” she said with a grin.
Jared smiled. “It’s hardly morning,” he answered.
“Did you sleep well?” She asked with a knowing grin, and he blushed furiously.
“Uhm… Yeah.”
She laughed. “Let’s not beat around the bush here, boy. I know you’re fucking my son and I don’t mind one bit as long as you don’t destroy the furniture. I got my own bedroom at the other end of the house, so you got all the privacy you want.”
“Jesus,” Jared mumbled, rubbing a hand over his flaming face. “You’re straightforward.”
She grinned at him over her shoulder. “It’s a character flaw, but I mean every word. What happens between you and Jen is between you and him, it has nothing to do with how you and me act towards each other.”
Jared nodded, wondering when he’d last been so embarrassed. He was usually the one in control, making other people blush, and being on the receiving end wasn’t really all that fun.
“So are you hungry?”
“Starving,” Jared responded.
She grabbed a plate from one of the cabinets and filled it with chilli from the pot she was stirring, putting it down in front of him. Soon a huge piece of white bread ended up next to it, as well as a plate of vegetables and a tall glass of milk. He thanked her before digging into the feast, wolfing down the chilli with big bites of the bread.
“I like a boy with an appetite,” she said after refilling his plate for the third time. “It’s healthy.”
Jared looked up from his plate and smiled at her. “I always did love food,” he said.
It was so nice to eat a regular home cooked meal; in the last few years he’d come home to plates of fancy smancy stuff sitting in his fridge and a spotless apartment. Ever since Sandy had moved out a year ago, his apartment had seemed huge and lonely. Sure, Chad hung out there more often than not, but it really wasn’t the same. Going back to the family home was even worse, even though he’d grown up there.
His mother flittered around the room like a waif thin, socialite butterfly, at loss without the calming presence of his father. There was no comfort for Jared there, no real sense of coming home. Home to him had always been his father, glittering light brown eyes, a rumbling laugh and steady calm hands. With him gone, the great halls seemed empty, his mother never quite managing to fill them up, despite the staff catering to her every need and the endless succession of friends that travelled through the rooms.
He looked down at his plate that was empty yet again and pushed it away, wondering why he was suddenly thinking of his dad. For the past two years, he’d held the hurt at bay by burying himself in the work his father had left behind for him, never really letting himself feel. He’d mourned his father, of course he had, but he’d never really let himself miss him. Remembering all the little things that had made him the world’s best dad and revelling in those memories.
“What’s with the sad face?” Samantha asked, sliding down into the chair next to him.
“I was just thinking about my dad,” Jared said, giving her a fleeting smile. “He used to cook for me.”
She ruffled his hair slightly. “You’ll always be welcome at my table,” she said easily. “Whenever you want.”
Jared grinned, wondering if she gave all her guests this sort of special treatment. “Thanks,” he responded and he really meant it from the bottom of his heart.
~*~
Jared took a walk into what passed for a town, sunglasses perched on his nose and a bounce in his step. The sun was beating down on his head and he’d removed his t-shirt, tucking it into his back pocket. He didn’t burn very easily and he’d rather get a full upper body tan than a ridiculous one that ended half way up his biceps.
It felt good to be walking, his eyes sliding from one side of the road to the other. He didn’t see very much natured that hadn’t been doubtfully enhanced by man these days, and it was a nice change. He couldn’t really fathom living like this, out in the middle of nowhere, but it was nice for a change of scenery.
He wasn’t used to not having anything to do, so his mind went through all the things going on within the corporation - fishing his phone out every now and then to send a memo to Mike until the older man sent a message back telling him to shut the fuck up and relax already.
Jared grinned at the message and slid his phone back into his pocket. It was hard to just let go and relax when he was used to working up to twenty hours a day, putting out fires all over the corporation. He led a busy life that rarely gave him time to do the things he actually wanted to do, like just kicking back with a beer and a bunch of DVDs. Mike said that it was because he was an anally retentive bastard, and it might be partly true. He didn’t like to lose control.
Of course he didn’t hands on run everything, but relied heavily on a bunch of people that he could trust, many of which had been employed by his father before him. Sometimes he thought of just handing the corporation over to one of them, devoting his time to just the PadaNetwork, or to spending some of his hard earned money, but something always stopped him at the very last instant. He loved his company, he’d suckled it down with his mother’s milk and he didn’t want to leave it in the hands of someone else.
He should still step down, though, let someone take over part of the load, but so far he just hadn’t found the right incentive.
The Jensen Ackles Garage sign came into view and Jared grinned, his stomach tightening in anticipation. He really had nothing better to do with his day than ogling Jensen’s tight little ass and thinking about sliding into it. He just hoped the other man would want him around.
Jensen appeared from underneath a car when Jared walked into the garage, the little bell on the door chiming merrily. He had no idea how Jensen had heard him, though, since music was blaring from a stereo by one wall at a near to deafening volume. Jared vaguely recognized the song as something from Metallica and grinned slightly.
“Hey,” Jensen said, shouting to be heard over the music. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”
Jared just smiled for an answer, his eyes raking over Jensen, who was dressed in a dirty tank top and had his overalls tied around his waist.
“Let me just finish this and I’ll be right with you. Office’s over there,” Jensen nodded vaguely in the direction of a door to Jared's left and Jared nodded.
The office turned out to be blissfully soundproofed, if dirty and cluttered. A beat up desk was facing the door and two grimy windows looked over the front yard where several cars were parked in the shade from a few trees. The shutters were half pulled, putting the office in shadow and looking around, Jared decided that was probably a good thing.
An old filing cabinet in greenish metal was placed against the wall, next to a dusty bookshelf that was full with books about cars and different manuals. The desk looked as if it ought to be groaning under the weight of the accumulated paper, and a couple of reproductions hung lopsidedly on the dirty walls.
Two armchairs of dubious origin stood facing the desk and Jared gingerly sat down on one, looking down on the grimy floor beneath his feet. He supposed this kind of filth was true for most garages, but his fingers still itched for a rag. Jared's dad used to laugh and say he was born to be a maid with the way he was always cleaning, but Jared couldn’t help it. He liked to clean; it was calming and felt more like real work than his actual job usually did.
An ancient AC was buzzing in a corner and Jared pulled his t-shirt back on, the air suddenly chilly after the heat outside. The door opened and Jensen walked in, grinning at him before turning toward the sink just inside the door and cleaning his hands. Jared's eyes widened at the sight of the sink that was more grey than white, covered in soap tracks and oil residue. He had to clean the place up, seriously, Jensen could get sick from hanging around.
Jensen wiped his hands on something that Jared assumed had once been a towel, and white, before walking around the desk to sit down in the creaky chair. Jared immediately forgot everything about the dirt, because Jensen was even hotter dirty than he was clean.
“The good news is that I can fix your car,” Jensen said with a grin.
Jared grinned back, relieved that his baby wasn’t broken for good.
“The bad news is that it’ll cost you and that it might take a few days before I have the parts I need. I spent an hour on the phone with Ferrari this morning until I finally got hold of the right guy. It’s funny how nice they got once I mentioned your name.”
Jared grinned. “Money isn’t a problem,” he said. “And I guess I’ll just have to stick around for a few days.”
Jensen blinked. “I thought you business people always had places to be,” he said.
Jared shrugged. “I’m on vacation.”
Jensen smiled. “Is that so? Well… Allyville has lots to offer in the way of entertainment.”
“Oh really,” Jared shifted, spreading his legs in blatant invitation. “Do tell.”
“Well… There’s this guy, who owns a garage… and well, from what I’ve heard he’s kinda easy… Like for instance, he might let business men who’re passing through blow him behind his desk… but that’s just a rumor I’ve heard somewhere.”
“Filthy things, those rumours,” Jared said, getting up and moving around the desk. “Even when they are true.”
“Yeah,” Jensen said, swivelling the chair around to face Jared and spreading his legs.
Jared slid down to his knees, taking care not to actually look at the floor, and braced himself with his hands on Jensen’s thighs.
“So this rumor you heard somewhere… Does it say anything about what this guy likes? Just so I know, should I run into him.”
Jensen shifted to let Jared slip his overalls and boxers down, bringing a hand up to pet Jared's hair that had dried in odd tufts and ends.
“I’ve heard… oh yeah… that he likes it fast, messy and hard…”
Jared leaned forward, licking a stripe up the underside of Jensen’s already hard cock. “What else?” he murmured, licking the crown as if it was a lollipop.
“Jesus,” Jensen groaned and Jared smiled, rubbing his lips over the bulbous head. “He likes that… yeah… but he also likes it when there’s less… fuck… teasing.”
Jared let the head slip into his mouth, rubbing his tongue in maddening circles over the bundle of nerves on the underside. Jensen moaned low in this throat, his fingers pressing against Jared's scalp as his hips bucked helplessly against Jared's mouth.
“Fuck, Jared,” he groaned. “Who’s the ten thousand dollar whore here?”
Jared laughed, the sound muffled by Jensen’s cock, and Jensen made a strangled little sound, his thigh quaking under Jared's hands.
Jensen felt delicious against his tongue, silky hot and rock hard. Precome was leaking from the slit, pooling on his tongue in a salty bitter puddle and Jared found himself wondering for how long Jensen had been fantasising about this, and if someone had ever done it for him before. Well, he was fairly sure Jensen had gotten his cock sucked, but maybe not in his office.
Jensen’s fingers tightened on his scalp, pushing him downwards, and this time Jared obliged - opening his lips wide and sucking Jensen into the root, his nose pushing into the curly pubes around the base. Jensen made a strangled sound that was like music to Jared's ears, and drawing a shaky breath through his nose, he swallowed.
“Jared,” Jensen groaned, his hips twitching. “Dear God, Jared.”
The strained way Jensen groaned his name went straight to Jared's cock, and there was an embarrassing possibility that he’d cream his pants just from bringing Jensen off. He always liked for his partner to be vocal and Jensen catered to his every need. Breathy moans, inane babbling and raspy panted breaths falling from his perfect lips in a never-ending stream.
Jared could tell Jensen was close from the quiver in his thighs and the amount of precome flooding his mouth, so he went down to business. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard on the down stroke, easing up a little as he moved back up letting his teeth scrape lightly against the underside. Jensen was fisting his hair hard enough for Jared's eyes to water, but he didn’t try to stop him. The little pinpricks of pain gave him something to focus on besides how incredibly turned on he was.
When Jensen groaned a warning that he was about to come, Jared pulled almost all the way off, suckling on the head until Jensen’s come flooded his mouth. He swallowed like a pro, letting what little he couldn’t get dribble down Jensen’s twitching cock. He kept up his sucking until Jensen relaxed back into the chair, his hands easing up on Jared's abused hair.
Jared let Jensen’s cock slip from his lips and looked up with a grin. Jensen painted a picture of debauchery with his legs spread wide, his cock resting against his stomach and his eyes half lidded and pleasure hazed.
“Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” he asked, a smile lighting up his face as he reached down to rub a thumb over Jared's lips.
“Business school,” Jared answered, licking at the pad of Jensen’s thumb that tasted like salt, skin and oil.
Jensen laughed, cupping Jared's chin and pulling him upwards until he was standing straight on his knees, tall enough for Jensen to bend down and kiss him. They tangled tongues for a while, Jared's hands tightening on Jensen’s hips while his cock hardened impossibly further. He finally broke free of the kiss with a whine, looking pleadingly at Jensen.
“Got a problem?” Jensen asked, nuzzling the side of Jared's face in an affectionate manner. “Hop on the desk and let me take a look at it.”
Jared scrambled to his feet and planted his butt on the desk that protested his weight with an ominous creek. He could hear papers fluttering to the floor behind him, but he so didn’t care because Jensen needed to get his hands on his cock, right this very second. Jensen chuckled at his obvious eagerness, his eyes caressing the quite obvious bulge in Jared's jeans while he pulled his boxers and the overalls back up.
Then he finally reached out, unzipping Jared's jeans and pushing them down far enough to pull Jared's cock out. Jared almost came at the feel of Jensen’s knuckles pressing against his erection and the look on the older man’s face didn’t exactly make it better.
“Does blowing me get you all worked up?” Jensen asked, sounding way too smug.
“Fuck you,” Jared ground out.
“Oh, I would love to, but it doesn’t look like you brought the lube.”
Jared groaned, his cock twitching with impatient need, and Jensen took pity on him - licking his cocksucking lips before slowly bending forward, eyes locked on Jared's face, until his lips were poised just above the leaking head of Jared's damned near purple erection.
With a frustrated moan, Jared decided he was done with nice, grabbing Jensen’s head and shoving him down. Jensen’s laughter died against his cock as the other man opened his mouth obediently, letting Jared slide into the wet heat.
“God,” Jared moaned, his stomach quivering as he fought the urge to come right away.
Jensen hummed something in response, the sound reverberating across Jared's nerve endings making his hips twitch. The sight of Jensen bent over his lap with those plump lips stretched around his cock was pushing Jared that much closer to the edge, and when Jensen finally started sucking, his cheeks hollowing as took as much as he possibly could into his mouth, it was a done deal.
He didn’t even have time to warn Jensen before he was coming like a freight train, his hips slamming up against Jensen’s face, almost toppling both them over and drawing a loud groan of protest from the desk. Jensen choked and laughed at the same time, swallowing and pulling off Jared's cock with come dripping down his chin as he snorted with glee.
“Sorry,” Jared murmured, his cheek flaming red. He wasn’t usually as much of a hair trigger, but Jensen just got him so worked up.
“Jesus,” Jensen gasped, unable to stop laughing.
Jared formed a fist around his slippery cock, stroking himself through the aftershocks until the pleasure blurred into pain. Jensen bent forward in between gales of laughter and licked some come off the crown, seemingly savouring the taste. It was hot, embarrassing and fucked up in an even mix and Jared didn’t know where to look.
“You should see yourself,” Jensen managed, wiping the come of his chin. “Priceless. It’s good, though… Last night you were like the fucking iron man or something, nice to know you’re actually human.” His eyes slid over Jared's wilting cock. “Even if some of your parts speak otherwise.”
Jared grinned, bending down awkwardly to lick Jensen’s chin, tasting himself on the other man’s sweet-salty skin. Jensen turned his head so that Jared was licking into his mouth instead and soon they were kissing slow and deep - until the desk gave up, sending Jared to the floor in a tangle of limbs and paper.
“Oooof,” he said when the air was knocked out of his lungs from the impact with the floor.
Jensen was kneeling by his side in a second, hands fluttering over his chest. “Are you okay?” he asked, worry coloring his voice.
“Yeah,” Jared said, pushing himself up into sitting position. “I think so.”
He rolled his shoulders and grinned at Jensen. “Today is turning out to be an interesting day.”
“Idiot,” Jensen said softly, but he was smiling, so of course Jared had to pull him in for a kiss that ended up a full on make out session on the filthy floor. Jared hadn’t taken so much pleasure in necking since high school; Jensen’s lips just fit against his.
They both stiffened when the door was thrown open sometime later, when things were just getting interesting: Jensen’s hand curled around Jared's renewed erection and Jared's hand tucked down the back of Jensen’s overalls to fondle his ass.
“Jensen, are you… oh shit.”
Jared looked up to find Jensen’s partner, Tom, hovering over them, a gobsmacked look planted firmly on his face.
“Uh… I…” Jensen blinked and Tom finally reacted, backing out of the office and closing the door silently.
Jared frowned, his eyes searching Jensen’s face, but Jensen was still looking at the door, like he had just realized they’d been in his office with an unlocked door the entire time.
“Jen,” Jared said softly, withdrawing his hand from Jensen’s ass. “I’m sorry.”
Jensen let go of his cock, straightening up and refastening the overalls around his waist, the same unreadable look still on his face. Jared hurriedly followed his lead, pulling his jeans up and scrambling to his feet. His lower back protested the movement, reminding him that he had landed flat on his ass not too long ago.
“Shit,” Jensen said finally, rubbing a hand over his face and things slowly seemed to connect for Jared.
“You and Tom?” he asked flatly.
Jensen laughed bitterly. “Not for years, but…”
“He still loves you?”
Jensen twitched. “Yeah… He… Yeah. I never did anything to… but I knew and… shit.”
“Sorry,” Jared said, and he meant it. He didn’t envy Jensen’s situation, working with someone that used to be a lover and still harboured feelings for him couldn’t be easy and Jared hadn’t exactly made it better.
“Not your fault,” Jensen said, running a hand through his hair.
“I better go,” Jared said, mirroring Jensen’s movement. “So the two of you can… Whatever.”
“Yeah,” Jensen answered, staring off into space.
The gentle brush off hurt way more than it should have from a casual fuck and Jared realized that Sandy had been uncomfortably right. He was crushing on Jensen, pretty badly, too, in a way that could easily grow out of proportion if it got the chance. Not that it looked like it would at the moment.
“Uh… Goodbye, then,” Jared said, turning towards the door. “I guess I’ll see you around.”
He was just about to reach out for the handle when Jensen’s hand on his wrist stopped him.
“Can I come around tonight?” Jensen asked, his breath hot against Jared's ear. “It might be late.”
Jared was unable to keep the grin off his face. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Just… yeah.”
Jensen’s lips pressed against his neck for a few moments and then the other man let go of his wrist, moving away. Jared waited a few seconds before putting his shades back on and opening the door to the garage. Tom looked up when he walked out with a pained look on his face, and Jared felt sorry for him. If he had someone like Jensen, he wouldn’t want to let him go either.
He nodded in the other man’s direction before walking out into the sunshine and the oppressing heat. It felt like the walk back to the ranch would be very long, but not half as long as it would have been if he didn’t know Jensen would be coming over later. His back was not happy with him and he must have banged his knee against something, but the bounce was still in his step when he turned left and started walking back towards the ranch.
~*~
Jensen hadn’t been kidding when he said it might get late and Jared had finally given up and gone to bed, all the sun he’d been exposed to leaving him drained. He woke up when the bed dipped with Jensen’s weight, the other man plastering himself to Jared's back. His left hand snaking across Jared's chest to rest over his heart, while the other followed Jared's right arm in under the pillow to lace their fingers together.
“Hey,” Jensen murmured, his head planted between Jared's shoulder blades. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” Jared answered, squeezing Jensen’s fingers. It was amazing how Jensen just fit against his body, like they were meant to be aligned. “How’d it go?”
Jensen huffed, pressing a kiss to Jared's sleep warm skin. “It was bad… But I think we’re okay.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“I… Yeah, I guess I owe it to you.”
Jared shifted around so that he was on his side, facing Jensen in the dark room. “You don’t owe me anything,” he said softly, lifting a hand to touch Jensen’s face.
Jensen moved closer and kissed him. “I want to tell you,” he said when they broke apart.
They shifted around again until Jensen was snuggled up against Jared's side with his head on Jared's chest. Jared dragged the fingers of one hand through Jensen’s hair while the other came up to rest over Jensen’s on his stomach.
“I’ve known Tom pretty much all my life,” Jensen said. “He’s been my best friend since Junior High.”
Jared didn’t respond, tracing his fingers over Jensen’s knuckles.
“He didn’t have an easy upbringing, his parents drank and his dad used to beat him up a lot, so he spent a lot of time out here with me. The kids at school kinda teased him a lot, thinking he was slow and because his clothes never really fit and stuff. So I stood up for him and got to know him, realizing what a good person he really is. He doesn’t talk a lot, so people mistake him for dumb, but he’s really smart, you know.”
“Uh huh,” Jared murmured.
“So I kept the bullies off his back, despite the fact that he’s a couple of inches taller than me and he helped me out in school. I’m dyslexic and I never really had the patience for reading.” Jensen shrugged awkwardly. “Anyways… Growing up gay in a small town is never easy and it was even harder on Tommy because he’s really shy… It kinda took me by surprise when he confessed his feelings for me. I really had no idea.”
Jensen shifted, pressing his lips against Jared's chest for a moment. “I guess it was stupid of me to let him kiss me that first time, and to start something I knew I didn’t want. I love Tom, but I never really loved him like that… We went at it for a while, playing at being a couple until I opened the garage. I kinda broke up with him then, saying it didn’t feel right to me… using every bad excuse in the book until I got the point across. I broke his heart. He took off for a while, and when he came back he was a different person. Harder around the edges, even more withdrawn, but I hired him as a mechanic because he was always a darned good one and we took our friendship back up like nothing had happened. It’s just… I knew he wasn’t over me and I never wanted to rub the fact that I got over him before we even started in his face. Like I did today.”
“I’m sorry,” Jared said softly, letting his hand slide down to rest on Jensen’s lower back.
“He asked me what you got that he hasn’t and I couldn’t really explain it… I know this is just a thing… That you’ll go back to your real life once your vacation is over, saying you’ll call, but you never will.”
“Hey,” Jared said, sounding affronted.
“It’s okay,” Jensen said. “It would never work anyway, me being here, you being there… We come from different worlds.”
Jared sighed. He wanted Jensen to be wrong, but logically he was probably right. The thing was that Jared had found something in Jensen’s arms that he hadn’t even known he was looking for, and he didn’t want to let it go. They just fit, they’d known each other for all of two days and yet the intimacy between them felt so natural. You didn’t just curl up on a stranger’s chest to spill your heart out if there wasn’t something there.
“I don’t want this to be over,” Jared said and Jensen shifted around, lifting his head to look at Jared.
“Let’s stick to now,” he said. “We’ll see about later when it happens.”
Jared smiled, pulling him down for a slow, sweet kiss, licking into Jensen’s mouth and tasting beer on his tongue. Jensen hummed against his lips, sliding his tongue into Jared's mouth to chase the last flavour of Jared's minty toothpaste.
“Why is this so good?” Jensen asked when they broke apart, pressing tiny kisses all over Jared's face. “Why am I willing to fuck up my relationship to my best friend just to be with you?”
Jared turned his face into Jensen’s kisses, chasing his mouth with his own. “I don’t know,” he breathed, licking the roof of Jensen’s mouth. “I really don’t know.”
Jensen slid on top of him, hard body shaping itself after Jared's and Jared reached down to grab his ass, hips shifting to press his erection against Jensen’s thigh.
“Want you,” Jensen sighed. “Want you inside me.”
Jared flipped them over with a groan, settling in between Jensen’s thighs, keeping their hard cocks pressed together.
“Jesus,” Jensen moaned, his fingers flexing on Jared's shoulders.
Jared fumbled around until he found the lube on the nightstand, grabbing the bottle and popping it open. He shifted around until he could get his slicked fingers down between Jensen’s legs, rubbing them over his opening with long sure strokes.
“Yeah,” Jensen moaned, spreading his legs wide in invitation. “Come on.”
Jared grinned, sliding two fingers into Jensen’s tight heat, pushing them past the guardian ring of muscle with steady pressure.
“That’s it,” Jensen groaned, squirming against Jared's fingers. “You have the longest fucking fingers in the world.”
Jared chuckled, crooking his fingers to rub against the sensitive nub of nerves inside of Jensen. Jensen almost arched of the bed with a wordless scream, his hand coming down to grab Jared's wrist, making him fuck Jensen harder with his fingers. It was probably the hottest thing Jared ever experienced, Jensen’s fingers tight on his wrist setting the pace, his fingers sliding in and out of Jensen’s hot body, rubbing over that spot with every trust.
“Another,” Jensen ground out and Jared obliged, sliding a third finger in beside the others, spreading slightly as he stretched Jensen wide open.
“Oh fuck,” Jensen panted. “God, yeah.”
“I could make you come like this,” Jared said, watching Jensen’s face. “With just my fingers.”
“Uh huh,” Jensen admitted, licking his lips and arching his back.
His muscles were quivering, his fingers tightening on Jared's wrist, digging in hard enough to hurt, but Jared didn’t mind, his cock pulsing in time with every slick slide into Jensen’s body. The fact that Jared could probably come from just watching Jensen was slightly more amazing than the fact that Jensen could come from just his fingers, so he decided to not tell Jensen about it.
“Fuck me, please,” Jensen begged. “I want your cock.”
Jared thrust his fingers deep into Jensen one last time before pulling them out; fingering Jensen until he came would have to wait to some other time when he wasn’t so turned on he felt like exploding. He reached for the condoms and slid one on with practiced ease, slathering lube all over himself with a couple of rough strokes.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed when Jared positioned himself at his opening, his arms sliding around Jared's back. “Fuck me.”
Jared bit back a moan and slowly pressed forward, wincing at the initial resistance.
“God,” Jensen groaned, pulling his legs up even further. “Just do it.”
Keeping his eyes locked on Jensen’s face, Jared slid forward in one long steady thrust until he was buried balls deep in Jensen’s tight body. Jensen panted open mouthed, his fingers digging in to Jared's back as Jared held absolutely still, arms quivering with the effort of holding himself up.
Jared shifted his hips without even meaning to and they both moaned, Jensen’s legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him tighter. There was no stopping after that, so Jared kept rocking into Jensen’s body with fast shallow thrusts, his eyes locked on Jensen’s flushed, sweaty face. Jensen looked up to find him staring and licked his lips.
“Yeah,” he moaned, bringing one hand up to rest on Jared's sweaty neck. “Right there.”
Jared slid his hands in under Jensen’s shoulders, cupping them and pulling him into every hard thrust, panting with the pleasure sloshing through his body. Jensen’s cock was trapped between them, sliding against Jared's sweaty stomach with every thrust and by the look on Jensen’s face that was all the stimuli he needed.
“Jared, Jared, Jared, Jared,” he chanted, arching his back to make Jared's thrusts reach even deeper. “Oh, God.”
Jared pulled almost all the way out, thrusting back in with a long, hard thrust that had Jensen screaming out loud. For half a second Jared thought that he’d hurt him, but then Jensen’s nails dug into his back as the other man begged for more, faster, harder. Jared repeated the same move again and again until he was so close he could feel his orgasm in his teeth.
“Gonna come,” he choked.
“Yeah,” Jensen breathed. “God, yeah.”
A few more rapid thrusts had Jensen’s coming, his semen splattering over Jared's chest mere moments before Jared filled the condom to the brim, rocking into Jensen’s pliant pulsing body, drawing both of their pleasure out until his arms gave out under him.
“Heavy,” Jensen complained when Jared collapsed on his sticky chest.
Jared obediently rolled off him, turning his head to look at Jensen’s fucked out face. He pulled the condom off his still half hard cock, wincing at the mess he made as he threw it in the trash can beside the bed. Jensen rolled halfway on top of him, head on Jared's chest and one leg thrown over his hips. The cock digging into Jared's hip was still hard and Jared grinned into the darkness.
He slid his hand down, rubbing his fingers over Jensen’s puckered opening. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice raspy with sex and moaning.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed, spreading his legs wider. “Loved it.”
Jared easily slid two fingers into the welcoming heat, slowly rubbing them into Jensen while the other man rocked against his hips, panted breaths ghosting over Jared's heated skin. He made the same kittenish noises that he had the night before, and once again Jared was growing fully hard.
This time Jensen reached down, forming his hand into a fist and stroking rough hard, while Jared twisted his fingers in and out of his flexing body.
“Yeah,” Jensen moaned. “Fuck yeah.”
Jared added a third finger, thrusting them deep into Jensen, making Jensen’s hand on his cock falter. He reached down to cover Jensen’s hands on his cock while he kept fingering Jensen with deep slick strokes, bringing both of them closer to the edge. Jensen came first, his hot come spurting over Jared's hip while he twisted himself onto Jared's working fingers.
Jared came a few minutes later, their joined hands stroking him hard and fast while Jensen tongued one of his nipples with lazy little licks. He moaned Jensen’s name as he came, his come adding to the mess on his stomach.
“So you liked that,” Jared said when his pulse was slowing down to normal.
“Hottest thing ever,” Jensen responded, his voice almost lethargic.
Jared chuckled pulling Jensen a little tighter against him, wondering why he didn't feel the need to get up and shower despite their stickiness. He was usually too much of a neat freak to sleep without feeling showery fresh, but with Jensen's heat against his side he didn't care. He curled his fingers over Jensen's hip and chuckled again, he was so pathetic.
"Wha's so funny?" Jensen asked, his voice heavy and hoarse.
"I am," Jared answered, grinning into the darkness.
"I noticed," Jensen said dryly. "Care to share the joke?"
"I have a crush on you," Jared said surprised at how easily the words fell from his lips.
Jensen laughed. "Yeah, that is pretty funny. You don't even know me."
Jared smiled, closing his eyes. "I know you enough.”
Jensen pressed a kiss against Jared's chest. "Yeah," he murmured. "Yeah, you do."
Day Three
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Jensen, Tom, Mike, Chad and others.
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance, Erotica, AU
Summary: Jared is a powerful CEO that gets a taste of the simple life when his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.
Disclaimer: I don't know them, own them or make any money from them. This is just a bunch of inventive lies.
Wordcount: 6 699 for this part.
Warnings: AU.
Beta: ames1010 Love you babe! Texas approved by lissa_bear. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Prompt: Finger-fucking until they come.
Notes: Here it is... The Jared!CEO verse I've been talking about. ;0) I had to post it a bit prematurely since I had forgotten about the kink/cliche challenge thing. *g* I don't really know if WIPs are allowed but there won't be that many parts to this. :0)
Chapter Specific Notes: Porn. Porn. Porn. <<<--- Yeah, still true. :0P The season finale of some show I've been watching put me in a good mood, so I thought I'd give you another chapter even though strictly speaking I should be posting something else. ;0P
Banner by the lovely titheniel
Day Two
Jared fell asleep after Jensen left and didn’t wake up until the phone pulled him out of his rest around ten, which was the Padalecki equivalent of sleeping until four in the afternoon.
“Padalecki,” he rumbled into the mouth-piece without opening his eyes, still too lethargic to contemplate moving.
“Dude, are you sleeping?” Sandy asked on the other end before dissolving into laughter. “You never called me yesterday, you bastard.”
“Sorry,” Jared murmured, almost managing to sound contrite.
“So how’s the vacation coming along?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Jared answered, stretching languidly, wincing when the dried come on his chest and stomach crackled.
“Did you get laid?”
“Oh, God, yes,” Jared answered, unable to stop a shit eating grin from forming on his face.
Sandy laughed. “Only you would find someone in the middle of fucking nowhere that wants to sit on your cock.”
Jared rolled over, still grinning to himself. “Not just someone… He was… is… fucking fantastic. Gorgeous like you wouldn’t believe, and the sex… just yeah. Hell yeah.”
“Oh Jared… are you crushing on this guy?”
“No, of course not.” Jared Padalecki, emperor of the mighty Padalecki Corporation, did not crush on hot car mechanics.
“You totally are.” Sandy giggled.
“Maybe a little,” Jared grumped. “So how’re the lawyers doing? Still trying to hash out who gets what and when?”
“Yeah. Mr Hudson called me this morning at seven am to tell me he’d totally found a loophole in the prenup, and that I was looking at the big bucks.”
Jared laughed. “You know you can have whatever you want, sweet. You sure you don’t want the house?”
“It’s your family home, Jay, and besides, what the fuck would I do with that fucking castle of yours? It’s bigger than the white house.”
“It’s not,” Jared said, defending the honor of the family mansion.
Sandy laughed. “It is too, and you know it. Anyway, I want nothing more than what we already agreed on, but the boys are having so much fun haggling that I don’t want to deprive them.”
Jared grinned. “Yeah, we’ll let them go at it for another week or so before we butt in to say our piece.”
“Anyways, I’m glad you’re enjoying your vacation, Jay, and if you like that boy so much, don’t talk yourself out of it. You could make it work.”
“Jesus, Sandy. We just had sex.”
“Uh huh,” she said. “I got to go. Josh is picking me up in an hour, but don’t be a stranger.”
“I won’t,” Jared said, disconnecting the call.
He let the phone drop to the bed and stared up at the roof. Jensen was just a little bit of fun, there was no way he was letting it become more. His life was way too hectic at the moment for entanglements, no matter how gorgeous the mechanic happened to be.
Sandy’s call was just the first in a list of calls, and it was almost noon before Jared finally got a chance to hit the shower. Mike had called to get his advice on the Orpha Tech business, wanting to know exactly what his plans were before meeting with the board Chad called to ask how the car was coming along and when Jared didn’t know, he threatened to call Jensen and tell him to stop fucking around. Jared told him to fuck off and called Mike back telling him to cancel his reservations with the hotel he'd booked in Vegas.
Mike managed to lure the sordid story about Jensen out of him, and Jared delighted in the other man’s shout of glee. Then just as Jared was about to hit the shower, Kripke called and they spent almost an hour hashing out the immediate plans for the network. Once again Jared considered himself lucky to have found the other man, they worked very well together and Kripke didn’t mind Jared taking such an active interest in the production.
Around one Jared finally found himself downstairs, freshly showered and in clean clothes. He’d also done his best to get Jensen’s come off the floor, the door and the carpet. The bed had actually been the least dirty part of the room, seeing as they had never actually managed to remove the coverlet. He’d taken that off the bed, though, and folded it neatly on a chair. He had a sneaking suspicion that Jensen’s mom was the one cleaning the rooms and he was just enough of a prude to not want the room to look and smell like sex.
Samantha was at the stove cooking lunch when he walked into the kitchen, and she gave him a smile as he sat down at the table.
“Good morning,” she said with a grin.
Jared smiled. “It’s hardly morning,” he answered.
“Did you sleep well?” She asked with a knowing grin, and he blushed furiously.
“Uhm… Yeah.”
She laughed. “Let’s not beat around the bush here, boy. I know you’re fucking my son and I don’t mind one bit as long as you don’t destroy the furniture. I got my own bedroom at the other end of the house, so you got all the privacy you want.”
“Jesus,” Jared mumbled, rubbing a hand over his flaming face. “You’re straightforward.”
She grinned at him over her shoulder. “It’s a character flaw, but I mean every word. What happens between you and Jen is between you and him, it has nothing to do with how you and me act towards each other.”
Jared nodded, wondering when he’d last been so embarrassed. He was usually the one in control, making other people blush, and being on the receiving end wasn’t really all that fun.
“So are you hungry?”
“Starving,” Jared responded.
She grabbed a plate from one of the cabinets and filled it with chilli from the pot she was stirring, putting it down in front of him. Soon a huge piece of white bread ended up next to it, as well as a plate of vegetables and a tall glass of milk. He thanked her before digging into the feast, wolfing down the chilli with big bites of the bread.
“I like a boy with an appetite,” she said after refilling his plate for the third time. “It’s healthy.”
Jared looked up from his plate and smiled at her. “I always did love food,” he said.
It was so nice to eat a regular home cooked meal; in the last few years he’d come home to plates of fancy smancy stuff sitting in his fridge and a spotless apartment. Ever since Sandy had moved out a year ago, his apartment had seemed huge and lonely. Sure, Chad hung out there more often than not, but it really wasn’t the same. Going back to the family home was even worse, even though he’d grown up there.
His mother flittered around the room like a waif thin, socialite butterfly, at loss without the calming presence of his father. There was no comfort for Jared there, no real sense of coming home. Home to him had always been his father, glittering light brown eyes, a rumbling laugh and steady calm hands. With him gone, the great halls seemed empty, his mother never quite managing to fill them up, despite the staff catering to her every need and the endless succession of friends that travelled through the rooms.
He looked down at his plate that was empty yet again and pushed it away, wondering why he was suddenly thinking of his dad. For the past two years, he’d held the hurt at bay by burying himself in the work his father had left behind for him, never really letting himself feel. He’d mourned his father, of course he had, but he’d never really let himself miss him. Remembering all the little things that had made him the world’s best dad and revelling in those memories.
“What’s with the sad face?” Samantha asked, sliding down into the chair next to him.
“I was just thinking about my dad,” Jared said, giving her a fleeting smile. “He used to cook for me.”
She ruffled his hair slightly. “You’ll always be welcome at my table,” she said easily. “Whenever you want.”
Jared grinned, wondering if she gave all her guests this sort of special treatment. “Thanks,” he responded and he really meant it from the bottom of his heart.
~*~
Jared took a walk into what passed for a town, sunglasses perched on his nose and a bounce in his step. The sun was beating down on his head and he’d removed his t-shirt, tucking it into his back pocket. He didn’t burn very easily and he’d rather get a full upper body tan than a ridiculous one that ended half way up his biceps.
It felt good to be walking, his eyes sliding from one side of the road to the other. He didn’t see very much natured that hadn’t been doubtfully enhanced by man these days, and it was a nice change. He couldn’t really fathom living like this, out in the middle of nowhere, but it was nice for a change of scenery.
He wasn’t used to not having anything to do, so his mind went through all the things going on within the corporation - fishing his phone out every now and then to send a memo to Mike until the older man sent a message back telling him to shut the fuck up and relax already.
Jared grinned at the message and slid his phone back into his pocket. It was hard to just let go and relax when he was used to working up to twenty hours a day, putting out fires all over the corporation. He led a busy life that rarely gave him time to do the things he actually wanted to do, like just kicking back with a beer and a bunch of DVDs. Mike said that it was because he was an anally retentive bastard, and it might be partly true. He didn’t like to lose control.
Of course he didn’t hands on run everything, but relied heavily on a bunch of people that he could trust, many of which had been employed by his father before him. Sometimes he thought of just handing the corporation over to one of them, devoting his time to just the PadaNetwork, or to spending some of his hard earned money, but something always stopped him at the very last instant. He loved his company, he’d suckled it down with his mother’s milk and he didn’t want to leave it in the hands of someone else.
He should still step down, though, let someone take over part of the load, but so far he just hadn’t found the right incentive.
The Jensen Ackles Garage sign came into view and Jared grinned, his stomach tightening in anticipation. He really had nothing better to do with his day than ogling Jensen’s tight little ass and thinking about sliding into it. He just hoped the other man would want him around.
Jensen appeared from underneath a car when Jared walked into the garage, the little bell on the door chiming merrily. He had no idea how Jensen had heard him, though, since music was blaring from a stereo by one wall at a near to deafening volume. Jared vaguely recognized the song as something from Metallica and grinned slightly.
“Hey,” Jensen said, shouting to be heard over the music. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”
Jared just smiled for an answer, his eyes raking over Jensen, who was dressed in a dirty tank top and had his overalls tied around his waist.
“Let me just finish this and I’ll be right with you. Office’s over there,” Jensen nodded vaguely in the direction of a door to Jared's left and Jared nodded.
The office turned out to be blissfully soundproofed, if dirty and cluttered. A beat up desk was facing the door and two grimy windows looked over the front yard where several cars were parked in the shade from a few trees. The shutters were half pulled, putting the office in shadow and looking around, Jared decided that was probably a good thing.
An old filing cabinet in greenish metal was placed against the wall, next to a dusty bookshelf that was full with books about cars and different manuals. The desk looked as if it ought to be groaning under the weight of the accumulated paper, and a couple of reproductions hung lopsidedly on the dirty walls.
Two armchairs of dubious origin stood facing the desk and Jared gingerly sat down on one, looking down on the grimy floor beneath his feet. He supposed this kind of filth was true for most garages, but his fingers still itched for a rag. Jared's dad used to laugh and say he was born to be a maid with the way he was always cleaning, but Jared couldn’t help it. He liked to clean; it was calming and felt more like real work than his actual job usually did.
An ancient AC was buzzing in a corner and Jared pulled his t-shirt back on, the air suddenly chilly after the heat outside. The door opened and Jensen walked in, grinning at him before turning toward the sink just inside the door and cleaning his hands. Jared's eyes widened at the sight of the sink that was more grey than white, covered in soap tracks and oil residue. He had to clean the place up, seriously, Jensen could get sick from hanging around.
Jensen wiped his hands on something that Jared assumed had once been a towel, and white, before walking around the desk to sit down in the creaky chair. Jared immediately forgot everything about the dirt, because Jensen was even hotter dirty than he was clean.
“The good news is that I can fix your car,” Jensen said with a grin.
Jared grinned back, relieved that his baby wasn’t broken for good.
“The bad news is that it’ll cost you and that it might take a few days before I have the parts I need. I spent an hour on the phone with Ferrari this morning until I finally got hold of the right guy. It’s funny how nice they got once I mentioned your name.”
Jared grinned. “Money isn’t a problem,” he said. “And I guess I’ll just have to stick around for a few days.”
Jensen blinked. “I thought you business people always had places to be,” he said.
Jared shrugged. “I’m on vacation.”
Jensen smiled. “Is that so? Well… Allyville has lots to offer in the way of entertainment.”
“Oh really,” Jared shifted, spreading his legs in blatant invitation. “Do tell.”
“Well… There’s this guy, who owns a garage… and well, from what I’ve heard he’s kinda easy… Like for instance, he might let business men who’re passing through blow him behind his desk… but that’s just a rumor I’ve heard somewhere.”
“Filthy things, those rumours,” Jared said, getting up and moving around the desk. “Even when they are true.”
“Yeah,” Jensen said, swivelling the chair around to face Jared and spreading his legs.
Jared slid down to his knees, taking care not to actually look at the floor, and braced himself with his hands on Jensen’s thighs.
“So this rumor you heard somewhere… Does it say anything about what this guy likes? Just so I know, should I run into him.”
Jensen shifted to let Jared slip his overalls and boxers down, bringing a hand up to pet Jared's hair that had dried in odd tufts and ends.
“I’ve heard… oh yeah… that he likes it fast, messy and hard…”
Jared leaned forward, licking a stripe up the underside of Jensen’s already hard cock. “What else?” he murmured, licking the crown as if it was a lollipop.
“Jesus,” Jensen groaned and Jared smiled, rubbing his lips over the bulbous head. “He likes that… yeah… but he also likes it when there’s less… fuck… teasing.”
Jared let the head slip into his mouth, rubbing his tongue in maddening circles over the bundle of nerves on the underside. Jensen moaned low in this throat, his fingers pressing against Jared's scalp as his hips bucked helplessly against Jared's mouth.
“Fuck, Jared,” he groaned. “Who’s the ten thousand dollar whore here?”
Jared laughed, the sound muffled by Jensen’s cock, and Jensen made a strangled little sound, his thigh quaking under Jared's hands.
Jensen felt delicious against his tongue, silky hot and rock hard. Precome was leaking from the slit, pooling on his tongue in a salty bitter puddle and Jared found himself wondering for how long Jensen had been fantasising about this, and if someone had ever done it for him before. Well, he was fairly sure Jensen had gotten his cock sucked, but maybe not in his office.
Jensen’s fingers tightened on his scalp, pushing him downwards, and this time Jared obliged - opening his lips wide and sucking Jensen into the root, his nose pushing into the curly pubes around the base. Jensen made a strangled sound that was like music to Jared's ears, and drawing a shaky breath through his nose, he swallowed.
“Jared,” Jensen groaned, his hips twitching. “Dear God, Jared.”
The strained way Jensen groaned his name went straight to Jared's cock, and there was an embarrassing possibility that he’d cream his pants just from bringing Jensen off. He always liked for his partner to be vocal and Jensen catered to his every need. Breathy moans, inane babbling and raspy panted breaths falling from his perfect lips in a never-ending stream.
Jared could tell Jensen was close from the quiver in his thighs and the amount of precome flooding his mouth, so he went down to business. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard on the down stroke, easing up a little as he moved back up letting his teeth scrape lightly against the underside. Jensen was fisting his hair hard enough for Jared's eyes to water, but he didn’t try to stop him. The little pinpricks of pain gave him something to focus on besides how incredibly turned on he was.
When Jensen groaned a warning that he was about to come, Jared pulled almost all the way off, suckling on the head until Jensen’s come flooded his mouth. He swallowed like a pro, letting what little he couldn’t get dribble down Jensen’s twitching cock. He kept up his sucking until Jensen relaxed back into the chair, his hands easing up on Jared's abused hair.
Jared let Jensen’s cock slip from his lips and looked up with a grin. Jensen painted a picture of debauchery with his legs spread wide, his cock resting against his stomach and his eyes half lidded and pleasure hazed.
“Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” he asked, a smile lighting up his face as he reached down to rub a thumb over Jared's lips.
“Business school,” Jared answered, licking at the pad of Jensen’s thumb that tasted like salt, skin and oil.
Jensen laughed, cupping Jared's chin and pulling him upwards until he was standing straight on his knees, tall enough for Jensen to bend down and kiss him. They tangled tongues for a while, Jared's hands tightening on Jensen’s hips while his cock hardened impossibly further. He finally broke free of the kiss with a whine, looking pleadingly at Jensen.
“Got a problem?” Jensen asked, nuzzling the side of Jared's face in an affectionate manner. “Hop on the desk and let me take a look at it.”
Jared scrambled to his feet and planted his butt on the desk that protested his weight with an ominous creek. He could hear papers fluttering to the floor behind him, but he so didn’t care because Jensen needed to get his hands on his cock, right this very second. Jensen chuckled at his obvious eagerness, his eyes caressing the quite obvious bulge in Jared's jeans while he pulled his boxers and the overalls back up.
Then he finally reached out, unzipping Jared's jeans and pushing them down far enough to pull Jared's cock out. Jared almost came at the feel of Jensen’s knuckles pressing against his erection and the look on the older man’s face didn’t exactly make it better.
“Does blowing me get you all worked up?” Jensen asked, sounding way too smug.
“Fuck you,” Jared ground out.
“Oh, I would love to, but it doesn’t look like you brought the lube.”
Jared groaned, his cock twitching with impatient need, and Jensen took pity on him - licking his cocksucking lips before slowly bending forward, eyes locked on Jared's face, until his lips were poised just above the leaking head of Jared's damned near purple erection.
With a frustrated moan, Jared decided he was done with nice, grabbing Jensen’s head and shoving him down. Jensen’s laughter died against his cock as the other man opened his mouth obediently, letting Jared slide into the wet heat.
“God,” Jared moaned, his stomach quivering as he fought the urge to come right away.
Jensen hummed something in response, the sound reverberating across Jared's nerve endings making his hips twitch. The sight of Jensen bent over his lap with those plump lips stretched around his cock was pushing Jared that much closer to the edge, and when Jensen finally started sucking, his cheeks hollowing as took as much as he possibly could into his mouth, it was a done deal.
He didn’t even have time to warn Jensen before he was coming like a freight train, his hips slamming up against Jensen’s face, almost toppling both them over and drawing a loud groan of protest from the desk. Jensen choked and laughed at the same time, swallowing and pulling off Jared's cock with come dripping down his chin as he snorted with glee.
“Sorry,” Jared murmured, his cheek flaming red. He wasn’t usually as much of a hair trigger, but Jensen just got him so worked up.
“Jesus,” Jensen gasped, unable to stop laughing.
Jared formed a fist around his slippery cock, stroking himself through the aftershocks until the pleasure blurred into pain. Jensen bent forward in between gales of laughter and licked some come off the crown, seemingly savouring the taste. It was hot, embarrassing and fucked up in an even mix and Jared didn’t know where to look.
“You should see yourself,” Jensen managed, wiping the come of his chin. “Priceless. It’s good, though… Last night you were like the fucking iron man or something, nice to know you’re actually human.” His eyes slid over Jared's wilting cock. “Even if some of your parts speak otherwise.”
Jared grinned, bending down awkwardly to lick Jensen’s chin, tasting himself on the other man’s sweet-salty skin. Jensen turned his head so that Jared was licking into his mouth instead and soon they were kissing slow and deep - until the desk gave up, sending Jared to the floor in a tangle of limbs and paper.
“Oooof,” he said when the air was knocked out of his lungs from the impact with the floor.
Jensen was kneeling by his side in a second, hands fluttering over his chest. “Are you okay?” he asked, worry coloring his voice.
“Yeah,” Jared said, pushing himself up into sitting position. “I think so.”
He rolled his shoulders and grinned at Jensen. “Today is turning out to be an interesting day.”
“Idiot,” Jensen said softly, but he was smiling, so of course Jared had to pull him in for a kiss that ended up a full on make out session on the filthy floor. Jared hadn’t taken so much pleasure in necking since high school; Jensen’s lips just fit against his.
They both stiffened when the door was thrown open sometime later, when things were just getting interesting: Jensen’s hand curled around Jared's renewed erection and Jared's hand tucked down the back of Jensen’s overalls to fondle his ass.
“Jensen, are you… oh shit.”
Jared looked up to find Jensen’s partner, Tom, hovering over them, a gobsmacked look planted firmly on his face.
“Uh… I…” Jensen blinked and Tom finally reacted, backing out of the office and closing the door silently.
Jared frowned, his eyes searching Jensen’s face, but Jensen was still looking at the door, like he had just realized they’d been in his office with an unlocked door the entire time.
“Jen,” Jared said softly, withdrawing his hand from Jensen’s ass. “I’m sorry.”
Jensen let go of his cock, straightening up and refastening the overalls around his waist, the same unreadable look still on his face. Jared hurriedly followed his lead, pulling his jeans up and scrambling to his feet. His lower back protested the movement, reminding him that he had landed flat on his ass not too long ago.
“Shit,” Jensen said finally, rubbing a hand over his face and things slowly seemed to connect for Jared.
“You and Tom?” he asked flatly.
Jensen laughed bitterly. “Not for years, but…”
“He still loves you?”
Jensen twitched. “Yeah… He… Yeah. I never did anything to… but I knew and… shit.”
“Sorry,” Jared said, and he meant it. He didn’t envy Jensen’s situation, working with someone that used to be a lover and still harboured feelings for him couldn’t be easy and Jared hadn’t exactly made it better.
“Not your fault,” Jensen said, running a hand through his hair.
“I better go,” Jared said, mirroring Jensen’s movement. “So the two of you can… Whatever.”
“Yeah,” Jensen answered, staring off into space.
The gentle brush off hurt way more than it should have from a casual fuck and Jared realized that Sandy had been uncomfortably right. He was crushing on Jensen, pretty badly, too, in a way that could easily grow out of proportion if it got the chance. Not that it looked like it would at the moment.
“Uh… Goodbye, then,” Jared said, turning towards the door. “I guess I’ll see you around.”
He was just about to reach out for the handle when Jensen’s hand on his wrist stopped him.
“Can I come around tonight?” Jensen asked, his breath hot against Jared's ear. “It might be late.”
Jared was unable to keep the grin off his face. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Just… yeah.”
Jensen’s lips pressed against his neck for a few moments and then the other man let go of his wrist, moving away. Jared waited a few seconds before putting his shades back on and opening the door to the garage. Tom looked up when he walked out with a pained look on his face, and Jared felt sorry for him. If he had someone like Jensen, he wouldn’t want to let him go either.
He nodded in the other man’s direction before walking out into the sunshine and the oppressing heat. It felt like the walk back to the ranch would be very long, but not half as long as it would have been if he didn’t know Jensen would be coming over later. His back was not happy with him and he must have banged his knee against something, but the bounce was still in his step when he turned left and started walking back towards the ranch.
~*~
Jensen hadn’t been kidding when he said it might get late and Jared had finally given up and gone to bed, all the sun he’d been exposed to leaving him drained. He woke up when the bed dipped with Jensen’s weight, the other man plastering himself to Jared's back. His left hand snaking across Jared's chest to rest over his heart, while the other followed Jared's right arm in under the pillow to lace their fingers together.
“Hey,” Jensen murmured, his head planted between Jared's shoulder blades. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” Jared answered, squeezing Jensen’s fingers. It was amazing how Jensen just fit against his body, like they were meant to be aligned. “How’d it go?”
Jensen huffed, pressing a kiss to Jared's sleep warm skin. “It was bad… But I think we’re okay.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“I… Yeah, I guess I owe it to you.”
Jared shifted around so that he was on his side, facing Jensen in the dark room. “You don’t owe me anything,” he said softly, lifting a hand to touch Jensen’s face.
Jensen moved closer and kissed him. “I want to tell you,” he said when they broke apart.
They shifted around again until Jensen was snuggled up against Jared's side with his head on Jared's chest. Jared dragged the fingers of one hand through Jensen’s hair while the other came up to rest over Jensen’s on his stomach.
“I’ve known Tom pretty much all my life,” Jensen said. “He’s been my best friend since Junior High.”
Jared didn’t respond, tracing his fingers over Jensen’s knuckles.
“He didn’t have an easy upbringing, his parents drank and his dad used to beat him up a lot, so he spent a lot of time out here with me. The kids at school kinda teased him a lot, thinking he was slow and because his clothes never really fit and stuff. So I stood up for him and got to know him, realizing what a good person he really is. He doesn’t talk a lot, so people mistake him for dumb, but he’s really smart, you know.”
“Uh huh,” Jared murmured.
“So I kept the bullies off his back, despite the fact that he’s a couple of inches taller than me and he helped me out in school. I’m dyslexic and I never really had the patience for reading.” Jensen shrugged awkwardly. “Anyways… Growing up gay in a small town is never easy and it was even harder on Tommy because he’s really shy… It kinda took me by surprise when he confessed his feelings for me. I really had no idea.”
Jensen shifted, pressing his lips against Jared's chest for a moment. “I guess it was stupid of me to let him kiss me that first time, and to start something I knew I didn’t want. I love Tom, but I never really loved him like that… We went at it for a while, playing at being a couple until I opened the garage. I kinda broke up with him then, saying it didn’t feel right to me… using every bad excuse in the book until I got the point across. I broke his heart. He took off for a while, and when he came back he was a different person. Harder around the edges, even more withdrawn, but I hired him as a mechanic because he was always a darned good one and we took our friendship back up like nothing had happened. It’s just… I knew he wasn’t over me and I never wanted to rub the fact that I got over him before we even started in his face. Like I did today.”
“I’m sorry,” Jared said softly, letting his hand slide down to rest on Jensen’s lower back.
“He asked me what you got that he hasn’t and I couldn’t really explain it… I know this is just a thing… That you’ll go back to your real life once your vacation is over, saying you’ll call, but you never will.”
“Hey,” Jared said, sounding affronted.
“It’s okay,” Jensen said. “It would never work anyway, me being here, you being there… We come from different worlds.”
Jared sighed. He wanted Jensen to be wrong, but logically he was probably right. The thing was that Jared had found something in Jensen’s arms that he hadn’t even known he was looking for, and he didn’t want to let it go. They just fit, they’d known each other for all of two days and yet the intimacy between them felt so natural. You didn’t just curl up on a stranger’s chest to spill your heart out if there wasn’t something there.
“I don’t want this to be over,” Jared said and Jensen shifted around, lifting his head to look at Jared.
“Let’s stick to now,” he said. “We’ll see about later when it happens.”
Jared smiled, pulling him down for a slow, sweet kiss, licking into Jensen’s mouth and tasting beer on his tongue. Jensen hummed against his lips, sliding his tongue into Jared's mouth to chase the last flavour of Jared's minty toothpaste.
“Why is this so good?” Jensen asked when they broke apart, pressing tiny kisses all over Jared's face. “Why am I willing to fuck up my relationship to my best friend just to be with you?”
Jared turned his face into Jensen’s kisses, chasing his mouth with his own. “I don’t know,” he breathed, licking the roof of Jensen’s mouth. “I really don’t know.”
Jensen slid on top of him, hard body shaping itself after Jared's and Jared reached down to grab his ass, hips shifting to press his erection against Jensen’s thigh.
“Want you,” Jensen sighed. “Want you inside me.”
Jared flipped them over with a groan, settling in between Jensen’s thighs, keeping their hard cocks pressed together.
“Jesus,” Jensen moaned, his fingers flexing on Jared's shoulders.
Jared fumbled around until he found the lube on the nightstand, grabbing the bottle and popping it open. He shifted around until he could get his slicked fingers down between Jensen’s legs, rubbing them over his opening with long sure strokes.
“Yeah,” Jensen moaned, spreading his legs wide in invitation. “Come on.”
Jared grinned, sliding two fingers into Jensen’s tight heat, pushing them past the guardian ring of muscle with steady pressure.
“That’s it,” Jensen groaned, squirming against Jared's fingers. “You have the longest fucking fingers in the world.”
Jared chuckled, crooking his fingers to rub against the sensitive nub of nerves inside of Jensen. Jensen almost arched of the bed with a wordless scream, his hand coming down to grab Jared's wrist, making him fuck Jensen harder with his fingers. It was probably the hottest thing Jared ever experienced, Jensen’s fingers tight on his wrist setting the pace, his fingers sliding in and out of Jensen’s hot body, rubbing over that spot with every trust.
“Another,” Jensen ground out and Jared obliged, sliding a third finger in beside the others, spreading slightly as he stretched Jensen wide open.
“Oh fuck,” Jensen panted. “God, yeah.”
“I could make you come like this,” Jared said, watching Jensen’s face. “With just my fingers.”
“Uh huh,” Jensen admitted, licking his lips and arching his back.
His muscles were quivering, his fingers tightening on Jared's wrist, digging in hard enough to hurt, but Jared didn’t mind, his cock pulsing in time with every slick slide into Jensen’s body. The fact that Jared could probably come from just watching Jensen was slightly more amazing than the fact that Jensen could come from just his fingers, so he decided to not tell Jensen about it.
“Fuck me, please,” Jensen begged. “I want your cock.”
Jared thrust his fingers deep into Jensen one last time before pulling them out; fingering Jensen until he came would have to wait to some other time when he wasn’t so turned on he felt like exploding. He reached for the condoms and slid one on with practiced ease, slathering lube all over himself with a couple of rough strokes.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed when Jared positioned himself at his opening, his arms sliding around Jared's back. “Fuck me.”
Jared bit back a moan and slowly pressed forward, wincing at the initial resistance.
“God,” Jensen groaned, pulling his legs up even further. “Just do it.”
Keeping his eyes locked on Jensen’s face, Jared slid forward in one long steady thrust until he was buried balls deep in Jensen’s tight body. Jensen panted open mouthed, his fingers digging in to Jared's back as Jared held absolutely still, arms quivering with the effort of holding himself up.
Jared shifted his hips without even meaning to and they both moaned, Jensen’s legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him tighter. There was no stopping after that, so Jared kept rocking into Jensen’s body with fast shallow thrusts, his eyes locked on Jensen’s flushed, sweaty face. Jensen looked up to find him staring and licked his lips.
“Yeah,” he moaned, bringing one hand up to rest on Jared's sweaty neck. “Right there.”
Jared slid his hands in under Jensen’s shoulders, cupping them and pulling him into every hard thrust, panting with the pleasure sloshing through his body. Jensen’s cock was trapped between them, sliding against Jared's sweaty stomach with every thrust and by the look on Jensen’s face that was all the stimuli he needed.
“Jared, Jared, Jared, Jared,” he chanted, arching his back to make Jared's thrusts reach even deeper. “Oh, God.”
Jared pulled almost all the way out, thrusting back in with a long, hard thrust that had Jensen screaming out loud. For half a second Jared thought that he’d hurt him, but then Jensen’s nails dug into his back as the other man begged for more, faster, harder. Jared repeated the same move again and again until he was so close he could feel his orgasm in his teeth.
“Gonna come,” he choked.
“Yeah,” Jensen breathed. “God, yeah.”
A few more rapid thrusts had Jensen’s coming, his semen splattering over Jared's chest mere moments before Jared filled the condom to the brim, rocking into Jensen’s pliant pulsing body, drawing both of their pleasure out until his arms gave out under him.
“Heavy,” Jensen complained when Jared collapsed on his sticky chest.
Jared obediently rolled off him, turning his head to look at Jensen’s fucked out face. He pulled the condom off his still half hard cock, wincing at the mess he made as he threw it in the trash can beside the bed. Jensen rolled halfway on top of him, head on Jared's chest and one leg thrown over his hips. The cock digging into Jared's hip was still hard and Jared grinned into the darkness.
He slid his hand down, rubbing his fingers over Jensen’s puckered opening. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice raspy with sex and moaning.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed, spreading his legs wider. “Loved it.”
Jared easily slid two fingers into the welcoming heat, slowly rubbing them into Jensen while the other man rocked against his hips, panted breaths ghosting over Jared's heated skin. He made the same kittenish noises that he had the night before, and once again Jared was growing fully hard.
This time Jensen reached down, forming his hand into a fist and stroking rough hard, while Jared twisted his fingers in and out of his flexing body.
“Yeah,” Jensen moaned. “Fuck yeah.”
Jared added a third finger, thrusting them deep into Jensen, making Jensen’s hand on his cock falter. He reached down to cover Jensen’s hands on his cock while he kept fingering Jensen with deep slick strokes, bringing both of them closer to the edge. Jensen came first, his hot come spurting over Jared's hip while he twisted himself onto Jared's working fingers.
Jared came a few minutes later, their joined hands stroking him hard and fast while Jensen tongued one of his nipples with lazy little licks. He moaned Jensen’s name as he came, his come adding to the mess on his stomach.
“So you liked that,” Jared said when his pulse was slowing down to normal.
“Hottest thing ever,” Jensen responded, his voice almost lethargic.
Jared chuckled pulling Jensen a little tighter against him, wondering why he didn't feel the need to get up and shower despite their stickiness. He was usually too much of a neat freak to sleep without feeling showery fresh, but with Jensen's heat against his side he didn't care. He curled his fingers over Jensen's hip and chuckled again, he was so pathetic.
"Wha's so funny?" Jensen asked, his voice heavy and hoarse.
"I am," Jared answered, grinning into the darkness.
"I noticed," Jensen said dryly. "Care to share the joke?"
"I have a crush on you," Jared said surprised at how easily the words fell from his lips.
Jensen laughed. "Yeah, that is pretty funny. You don't even know me."
Jared smiled, closing his eyes. "I know you enough.”
Jensen pressed a kiss against Jared's chest. "Yeah," he murmured. "Yeah, you do."
Day Three