Fic: And The Boys Play Hard
Title: And The Boys Play Hard
Author: Nelle816 But my writing is at wanderinstories
Pairing: JDM/Jensen
Word Count: ~3300
Warnings: None
Rating: NC-17 to be safe.
Disclaimer: Inspiration comes from all sorts of strange places, but this mess is my own and none of it real.
Summary: Jeff Morgan owns a cafe in a busy college town, Jensen is a grad student, and everyone’s lives are busy.
Notes: Directly follows Morgan Street Café and My Heart Says Go, Go Have A Time, so you might want to read those first, but this is more of a ‘verse than a WIP.
Um… I wrote porn. I have no idea what’s come over me. I know I said that two chapters ago, but… yeah. Thanks again to Weimar27 who held my hand and basically told me to suck it up when I was whiny. Please let me know what you think, good or bad. I’d rather try to improve it than go around not knowing it’s horrible. Title from Christian Kane’s House Rules.
Jeff woke up late Monday morning. The blue numbers on his alarm clock told him it was almost noon. He stretched out between the sheets and winced at the tight muscles in his legs and the ache in his back. Not for the first time he wondered if he was getting too old for the restaurant biz.
He lay there on his back with his arm spread wide and couldn’t help but think about how empty his bed was and how he had not wanted to wake up alone today. Stretched out in the sunlight flooding through his high windows, Jeff rubbed absently at his belly and thought about the conversation he’d had with Jensen the night before. Boyfriends. Jensen had called them that, like it was so obvious and easy. Maybe it was for him.
Jeff wrinkled his nose at the thought of Jensen hopping from guy to guy. No, Jeff had dated players before, and Jensen didn’t seem the type. He seemed too loyal to his friends, and this last weekend was blinding proof of that. Jeff didn’t think a paycheck would be enough to repay Jensen for showing up to work long dirty hours for three days in a row. He honestly didn’t know how they would have done it without the extra set of willing hands. Jeff couldn’t reconcile that sort of selflessness with a man who was just playing around with Jeff.
Not to mention, that they’d been “together” for almost two months and they hadn’t slept together yet! And now that Jeff got to thinking about that, he wondered why they hadn’t done more than some very mind-blowing kissing.
You’re over thinking it, Jeffrey! He scrubbed at his face and rolled out of bed, wincing again at his stiff feet. He moved slowly around the apartment, going through his morning routine. He skipped the getting dressed part and padded out into the kitchen for coffee in only a t-shirt and boxers.
As he watched the black nectar drip into the pot, Jeff tried to put his thoughts on Jensen in order. He liked Jensen. He was sure Jensen like him. The end of Jensen’s last term of grad school wasn’t over until December and that was a long way off. Jeff decided he would appreciate the relationship while it lasted and just try to be prepared for when Jensen went off to chase his dreams. Maybe they could even stay friends.
Quit stressing, man! Just enjoy him while you’ve got him! Jeff chided himself again and poured the coffee into his favorite cup. He made himself turn his thoughts to what he could get done today while the restaurant was closed. He sipped and opened the fridge, quickly deciding grocery shopping was the first priority. Well, the first priority after an hour or so of TV.
Jeff had settled himself on the sofa with his second cup of coffee and had almost gotten to the oldest unviewed program on his DVR, when there was a loud pounding on his door. He jumped, sloshed a bit of coffee onto his shirt, and swore.
“Who is it?” He hollered halfway to the door, torn between the urgency of the knock and his own desire to put on a pair of pants.
“Pizza!” A muffled voice called from the hall.
“What? I didn’t order any…” Jeff stopped when he opened the door to see Jensen, messenger bag over his shoulder and pizza box in hand.
“Yeah, I know.” Jensen said sheepishly. “I thought you’d like something that didn’t come out of one of your own kitchens today.”
“You’re awesome!” Jeff grinned and pulled on Jensen’s arm to draw him inside and close the door behind him.
“No, purely selfish. I was about halfway through my second class when I figured out that you probably didn’t call at 10:30am because you were still sleeping. I suddenly got jealous that you were getting to sleep in and hang out all day. So…” Jensen had set down the box and his bag as he spoke. “I called in sick to work and hoped your offer from last night was still good.” He raised his hand to rub at the back of his neck and looked strangely insecure with the last comment.
Jeff just stepped up into his space, taking the younger man’s face in his and drew him close enough to kiss. He took his time, gently exploring the willing mouth, and enjoying the feel of Jensen’s arms wrapping around his back. Any uncertainty Jeff had been harboring bout Jensen’s desire, went out the window as he was met with a hot need in Jensen’s kiss. Teeth clacked together and eager fingers grasped for purchase as the two men struggled for dominance. Jeff finally let Jensen have it, willingly giving up what the younger man was so desperate for.
Without knowing how they got there, Jeff felt the sofa bump behind his legs and grasped onto Jensen’s hips as he dropped down to the cushions. The other man let out a yelp and he tried not to sprawl across Jeff’s lap. He caught himself with one knee beside Jeff’s and a hand tight on the sofa back behind Jeff’s head. Jensen held that awkward pose for a long moment, flushed and panting as he looked down at Jeff’s kiss swollen lips. Jeff gave him an easy smile and tugged again at his hips.
“Com'ere.” He mumbled as Jensen tumbled forward, straddling Jeff’s thighs but still up on his knees, like he didn’t trust his weight to rest completely on other man’s lap. Jeff didn’t pay him any mind, taking advantage of the position to push Jensen’s shirt up, exposing first his tented jeans, then tanned abs, and finally his broad chest. Jeff let his hands slide up grazing his calloused palms over Jensen’s nipples as he went. Then slid them back down, smiling as Jensen arched slightly into the touch. Jeff leaned in closer, pushing up the shirt again to run a trail of lightly biting kisses down Jensen’s chest.
The younger man stayed as he was, keeping his hands firmly planted on the sofa back, panting slightly and watching Jeff intently. He made a needy whine when long fingers went to the button of his jeans.
“Can I?” Jeff breathed against Jensen’s skin, desperate to touch him, taste him, and draw out more of those needy noises.
“Y…yeah.” Jensen’s hand slid to the older man’s broad shoulders as he stammered his reply.
Jeff felt Jensen’s thighs start to quiver as his fingers blindly worked open the button and zip on his tight jeans. The hands on his shoulders kneaded and squeezed in a strange rhythm with the increasingly needy noises Jensen made. He grabbed the back of the younger man’s shirt and yanked it up and over his head. Jensen quickly followed suit and when they were both shirtless, Jensen finally sank down to sit back on his heels and Jeff’s knees. Jeff took one look at him leaning back, fly open and the tip of his weeping cock peeking up from under the waistband of his underwear, and growled. He reached out to wrap his hands around Jensen’s lower back, pulling the younger man flush against his chest.
Jeff wanted to smile when he felt tentative arms wrapping around his neck, but he was too busy capturing Jensen’s lips again. He groaned into that mouth and rolled his hips up, seeking that sweet friction through layers cotton and denim. Jensen kissed like he was starving, desperate and frantic. His hands lost their hesitancy, roaming up to Jeff’s hair or crossing behind his neck to grasp at his shoulders. Jeff’s own hands kneaded at Jensen’s back while the younger man bent in close to run open mouthed kisses down to where his neck met his shoulders.
Jeff slid a hand between them, smiling at the new noise Jensen made when his hand pushed into damp boxers to pull out that rock hard cock. Taking a second to free his own erection, he quickly grasped them both in his large hand. Jensen’s hips jerked at the stimulation and he gasped out profanities as he arched his back to give Jeff more room to stroke. Sliding and mixing the precum down their shafts, Jeff closed his eyes and lost himself in the waves of pleasure coursing through him. Jensen’s hands still roamed, and he curled in to suck on Jeff’s lip and pant into his neck. It wasn’t very long before he swore again.
“God. Jeff… I’m gonna…” He rasped.
“Yeah baby. Come on. Do it.” Jeff stroked harder, his other hand pulling on Jensen’s neck so he could mouth at the his ear and neck. With a chocked off noise Jensen stiffened in his arms. The hot splashes of his release flooded Jeff’s grasp and pushed Jeff over the edge to his own orgasm.
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They spent the afternoon on that same sofa, napping, eating cold pizza and playing Guitar Hero. After a run to the grocery store, Jeff cooked dinner, delayed by the need to blow Jensen in the kitchen, and they ate steak with their feet up on the railing of the rooftop deck.
Later, as they stood kissing goodbye at the door, Jeff asked him to stay again. Jensen shook his head and kissed him again before patting his chest in a manly comforting gesture.
“I want to, but we both know I won’t crack these books open if I’m all distracted by you.” Jeff made a disgruntled grumble against Jensen’s neck. He smelled like the onions Jensen had caramelized for their steaks and the deeper scent of Jensen that Jeff was quickly becoming addicted to. Jensen laughed and pushed him playfully away.
“Suck it up, Morgan!” he laughed.
“I’ll suck something.” Jeff growled again and pulled aside the collar of Jensen’s shirt, intent on leaving another mark. The younger man laughed even harder and pushed again, managing this time to get Jeff at arm’s length.
“How about Friday night? I’ll come by after work, if that’s not past your bed time, old man.” Jeff snorted, pulled on Jensen’s arm and wrapped him into a tight hug before he replied.
“Yeah, man. I’ll be here.”
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Wednesday, between class and work, Jensen was picking at a sandwich at the end of the bar while Jeff manned the coffee counter. The older man wiped his way down to where Jensen was smiling up at him. He let their hands brush together, but resisted the urge to kiss him in front of the customers.
“Hey. Could you get out of here a little early on Saturday night?” Jensen asked suddenly, almost in a rush.
“I have to be in here at least part of the day, but Katie can close. Why? You want to spend the whole weekend?” Jeff did his best dirty old man leer and Jensen laughed.
“Chris is throwing this party, supposedly for Beth’s birthday, but…”Jensen shrugged. “I just thought maybe you’d like to come hang out. It should get rolling around nine.”
“Sure.” Jeff smiled bright, as much to reassure Jensen as because it felt like a big step for Jeff to meet his roommates and friends.
Jensen seemed to relax after that and when Jeff asked him about the professor he’d been butting heads with, the conversation fell right back into their easy rhythm.
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On Friday night, Jeff was downright chipper at the prospect of Jensen spending the night. When Katie called him on it, she said he was like some big kid getting ready for his first sleepover. Jeff just flipped her off.
The waitresses kicked him out at 10pm even though Jensen wasn’t off work until midnight. It didn’t help Jeff, but it meant that he was a ball of excited energy at home instead of in front of them. He paced, showered, cleaned and finally forced himself lay down on the freshly made bed with a book. He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, the bed was dipping beside him and Jensen’s warm hand was sliding up his back.
“Hey.” Jeff smiled as he rubbed at his eyes.
“Hey.” Jensen returned the smile, his hand never stopping its slow circuit on Jeff’s back. “You tired?” He looked concerned.
Jeff rolled over, reached out and pulled Jensen down to press their lips together. A long moment later, he rolled them together until Jensen was under him and Jeff could settle their hips together.
“Not too tired for you.” Jeff murmured against the thim skin over Jensen’s collarbone.
“Jeff, I… uh. Um” Jensen started, but Jeff kissed him quiet.
“Yeah. It’s been a while for me too. Just let me take care of you, babe.” Jeff said as he kissed his way down Jensen’s neck and chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt as he went.
Jensen lay back with a smile and let him.
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Much later, sated and sweaty, Jensen lay with his head cushioned on Jeff’s shoulder and his right hand tracing lazy circles over Jeff’s heart. The older man curled his arm, pulling the Jensen in to kiss his sweat spiked hair. In the comfortable silence, Jeff wanted to say things, things he knew it was too early to say. He was pretty sure Jensen was one of the best people he’d ever met, and tonight had been amazing, but Jeff reminded himself that Jensen was leaving. Done with school in December and probably back to Texas by January, if the way he talked about his roommates was any indication. He wouldn’t stay and there wasn’t any reason to complicate things. So Jeff just bit his tongue and pulled Jensen in to kiss the top of his head one more time before drifting off to sleep.
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Jeff slapped off the alarm at an ungodly hour and was pleased to roll back into the warmth of Jensen’s body. He kissed the sleep sweet skin for a few minutes before forcing his legs out of the bed. He ached in a few good places and couldn’t help but smile as he shuffled to the bathroom.
Jensen joined him halfway through his shower and Jeff protested that he should sleep in while he had the chance. The younger man shut him up by sliding gracefully to his knees and blowing Jeff right there, sloppy, sweet and perfect.
He went in to open the café so he could have the evening off and Jensen showed up, dressed in raggedy tight jeans and a faded t-shirt around 8pm. Jeff leered and Jensen blushed adorably. Katie rolled her eyes, called them disgusting, and kicked them out.
When Jensen pulled up to the house later, the party was obviously already in full swing. People were trickling in and music blared from speakers, though Jeff knew Chris’s band was slated to play live sometime that night. Jensen grasped his wrist and pulled him through the growing tide of college kids and used-to-be college kids, through the front door and into the living room. He grabbed the shoulder of a slightly shorter man with long brown hair who greeted him with a yell and a slap on the shoulder.
“This is Chris, and Chris this is…” Jensen started to say loudly, over the music.
“JENNY!!” A thin blonde woman screeched to a halt beside them, grabbed Jensen’s arm and drug him off deeper into the house as Jensen stammered and sputtered behind her.
Chris laughed, loud and rich, slapping his hand to his leg as he watched them go. He was still smiling when he turned to Jeff and stuck out his hand.
“Christian Kane.”
“Jeff Morgan.”
“Good to meet you, Jeff. Beer?” Chris snagged two red plastic cups out of the hands of a young kid walking by.
“Yes. Thanks!” Jeff sucked down a swallow, thankful to have something to do with his hands. He never was good at just being thrown into a group of strangers and this crowd was making him feel not only nervous, but old as well.
Chris didn’t seem to even notice, just pulled him along, one handshake at a time. He introduced the guys in his band and a tall, skinny kid named Aldis who was mixing the party tunes on a complicated homemade-looking computer/soundboard contraption.
Finally Chris led him to a quieter corner in the kitchen where they could refill their cups from the keg and leaned against the counter.
“Hey man, I gotta tell you that I'm glad to meet you but I'm a little surprised to see you here. Jen had said that he was seeing someone a while back and then asked to bring someone here tonight and I just assumed it would be his girlfriend.” Chris took a swallow of his beer and looked out into the crowd, not noticing Jeff’s sudden surprise.
“His girlfriend?” Jeff managed.
“Well that boy's been on cloud nine for weeks now, and whoever he's dating has got to be something special.” Chris grinned at Jeff like he was looking for agreement.
“Um…Thank you. I'm pretty sure that's me.” Jeff smiled back without humor.
Chris sputtered and his face turned dark. “Huh? What? Jensen's not gay!”
“I think you need to talk to Jensen about that.” Jeff set his cup down and made a hasty retreat out into the living room to grab Jensen back from blonde he now knew was Beth.
Without so much as a nod of acknowledgement to the girl, Jeff pulled him toward the open door to the back yard and growled in Jensen’s ear. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
Outside, Jeff expected the younger man to look mad or insulted, but he just looked confused. “What?”
“Chris said something interesting.” Jeff crossed his arms over his chest. “He said you aren't gay.”
Jensen didn’t even miss a beat. “Cause I'm not… or at least I wasn’t. And I was going to introduce you properly, but Beth...” He waved back toward the house nonchalantly, but Jeff grabbed his hand and interrupted him.
“Wait! You're not?! Oh my god, Jensen! Why didn't you say you weren't into guys that first night? I would have never...oh god what I did last night... Why didn't you say something?” Jeff was suddenly mortified, a wave of guilt and disgust washing over him at the thought of having forced himself on Jensen.
“Jeff!” Jensen grabbed his shoulders and practically yelled at him to get his attention. “Would you please stop having my big gay freak out.”
Jensen gave him a shake and tried to force Jeff to meet his eyes. “Jeff, look at me. Yes, I haven't dated a guy before. I’ve thought about men at one time or another, but haven’t act on it, and I'm from Texas, so I sure as hell didn't talk about it. But I've liked you from almost the minute we met and when you kissed me, yeah it was a bit of a surprise but it felt good and I wanted to feel it again. And last night? God! Last night was one of the best nights of my life, so quit beating yourself up. I may not have liked men before, but I like you now and that's what matters right?”
Jeff looked into his earnest, open face; Jensen pleading to believe him, and let tried to let it go. “Really? Me?” He stammered dumbly.
“Yes, you idiot. Now would you kiss me already?” Jensen grinned and Jeff doubted he would ever be able to say no to that grin. Jensen pulled him closer, hands sliding up to bracket his face and Jeff slid his hands around Jensen’s waist pulling their bodies flush. Just before their lips met, Jeff noticed, offhandedly, that the party had gone strangely quiet. But when they kissed, he forgot to notice anything except Jensen… until the applause started and someone wolf whistled.
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Continued in: Melt Like Sugar Into Black Coffee.
Author: Nelle816 But my writing is at wanderinstories
Pairing: JDM/Jensen
Word Count: ~3300
Warnings: None
Rating: NC-17 to be safe.
Disclaimer: Inspiration comes from all sorts of strange places, but this mess is my own and none of it real.
Summary: Jeff Morgan owns a cafe in a busy college town, Jensen is a grad student, and everyone’s lives are busy.
Notes: Directly follows Morgan Street Café and My Heart Says Go, Go Have A Time, so you might want to read those first, but this is more of a ‘verse than a WIP.
Um… I wrote porn. I have no idea what’s come over me. I know I said that two chapters ago, but… yeah. Thanks again to Weimar27 who held my hand and basically told me to suck it up when I was whiny. Please let me know what you think, good or bad. I’d rather try to improve it than go around not knowing it’s horrible. Title from Christian Kane’s House Rules.
Jeff woke up late Monday morning. The blue numbers on his alarm clock told him it was almost noon. He stretched out between the sheets and winced at the tight muscles in his legs and the ache in his back. Not for the first time he wondered if he was getting too old for the restaurant biz.
He lay there on his back with his arm spread wide and couldn’t help but think about how empty his bed was and how he had not wanted to wake up alone today. Stretched out in the sunlight flooding through his high windows, Jeff rubbed absently at his belly and thought about the conversation he’d had with Jensen the night before. Boyfriends. Jensen had called them that, like it was so obvious and easy. Maybe it was for him.
Jeff wrinkled his nose at the thought of Jensen hopping from guy to guy. No, Jeff had dated players before, and Jensen didn’t seem the type. He seemed too loyal to his friends, and this last weekend was blinding proof of that. Jeff didn’t think a paycheck would be enough to repay Jensen for showing up to work long dirty hours for three days in a row. He honestly didn’t know how they would have done it without the extra set of willing hands. Jeff couldn’t reconcile that sort of selflessness with a man who was just playing around with Jeff.
Not to mention, that they’d been “together” for almost two months and they hadn’t slept together yet! And now that Jeff got to thinking about that, he wondered why they hadn’t done more than some very mind-blowing kissing.
You’re over thinking it, Jeffrey! He scrubbed at his face and rolled out of bed, wincing again at his stiff feet. He moved slowly around the apartment, going through his morning routine. He skipped the getting dressed part and padded out into the kitchen for coffee in only a t-shirt and boxers.
As he watched the black nectar drip into the pot, Jeff tried to put his thoughts on Jensen in order. He liked Jensen. He was sure Jensen like him. The end of Jensen’s last term of grad school wasn’t over until December and that was a long way off. Jeff decided he would appreciate the relationship while it lasted and just try to be prepared for when Jensen went off to chase his dreams. Maybe they could even stay friends.
Quit stressing, man! Just enjoy him while you’ve got him! Jeff chided himself again and poured the coffee into his favorite cup. He made himself turn his thoughts to what he could get done today while the restaurant was closed. He sipped and opened the fridge, quickly deciding grocery shopping was the first priority. Well, the first priority after an hour or so of TV.
Jeff had settled himself on the sofa with his second cup of coffee and had almost gotten to the oldest unviewed program on his DVR, when there was a loud pounding on his door. He jumped, sloshed a bit of coffee onto his shirt, and swore.
“Who is it?” He hollered halfway to the door, torn between the urgency of the knock and his own desire to put on a pair of pants.
“Pizza!” A muffled voice called from the hall.
“What? I didn’t order any…” Jeff stopped when he opened the door to see Jensen, messenger bag over his shoulder and pizza box in hand.
“Yeah, I know.” Jensen said sheepishly. “I thought you’d like something that didn’t come out of one of your own kitchens today.”
“You’re awesome!” Jeff grinned and pulled on Jensen’s arm to draw him inside and close the door behind him.
“No, purely selfish. I was about halfway through my second class when I figured out that you probably didn’t call at 10:30am because you were still sleeping. I suddenly got jealous that you were getting to sleep in and hang out all day. So…” Jensen had set down the box and his bag as he spoke. “I called in sick to work and hoped your offer from last night was still good.” He raised his hand to rub at the back of his neck and looked strangely insecure with the last comment.
Jeff just stepped up into his space, taking the younger man’s face in his and drew him close enough to kiss. He took his time, gently exploring the willing mouth, and enjoying the feel of Jensen’s arms wrapping around his back. Any uncertainty Jeff had been harboring bout Jensen’s desire, went out the window as he was met with a hot need in Jensen’s kiss. Teeth clacked together and eager fingers grasped for purchase as the two men struggled for dominance. Jeff finally let Jensen have it, willingly giving up what the younger man was so desperate for.
Without knowing how they got there, Jeff felt the sofa bump behind his legs and grasped onto Jensen’s hips as he dropped down to the cushions. The other man let out a yelp and he tried not to sprawl across Jeff’s lap. He caught himself with one knee beside Jeff’s and a hand tight on the sofa back behind Jeff’s head. Jensen held that awkward pose for a long moment, flushed and panting as he looked down at Jeff’s kiss swollen lips. Jeff gave him an easy smile and tugged again at his hips.
“Com'ere.” He mumbled as Jensen tumbled forward, straddling Jeff’s thighs but still up on his knees, like he didn’t trust his weight to rest completely on other man’s lap. Jeff didn’t pay him any mind, taking advantage of the position to push Jensen’s shirt up, exposing first his tented jeans, then tanned abs, and finally his broad chest. Jeff let his hands slide up grazing his calloused palms over Jensen’s nipples as he went. Then slid them back down, smiling as Jensen arched slightly into the touch. Jeff leaned in closer, pushing up the shirt again to run a trail of lightly biting kisses down Jensen’s chest.
The younger man stayed as he was, keeping his hands firmly planted on the sofa back, panting slightly and watching Jeff intently. He made a needy whine when long fingers went to the button of his jeans.
“Can I?” Jeff breathed against Jensen’s skin, desperate to touch him, taste him, and draw out more of those needy noises.
“Y…yeah.” Jensen’s hand slid to the older man’s broad shoulders as he stammered his reply.
Jeff felt Jensen’s thighs start to quiver as his fingers blindly worked open the button and zip on his tight jeans. The hands on his shoulders kneaded and squeezed in a strange rhythm with the increasingly needy noises Jensen made. He grabbed the back of the younger man’s shirt and yanked it up and over his head. Jensen quickly followed suit and when they were both shirtless, Jensen finally sank down to sit back on his heels and Jeff’s knees. Jeff took one look at him leaning back, fly open and the tip of his weeping cock peeking up from under the waistband of his underwear, and growled. He reached out to wrap his hands around Jensen’s lower back, pulling the younger man flush against his chest.
Jeff wanted to smile when he felt tentative arms wrapping around his neck, but he was too busy capturing Jensen’s lips again. He groaned into that mouth and rolled his hips up, seeking that sweet friction through layers cotton and denim. Jensen kissed like he was starving, desperate and frantic. His hands lost their hesitancy, roaming up to Jeff’s hair or crossing behind his neck to grasp at his shoulders. Jeff’s own hands kneaded at Jensen’s back while the younger man bent in close to run open mouthed kisses down to where his neck met his shoulders.
Jeff slid a hand between them, smiling at the new noise Jensen made when his hand pushed into damp boxers to pull out that rock hard cock. Taking a second to free his own erection, he quickly grasped them both in his large hand. Jensen’s hips jerked at the stimulation and he gasped out profanities as he arched his back to give Jeff more room to stroke. Sliding and mixing the precum down their shafts, Jeff closed his eyes and lost himself in the waves of pleasure coursing through him. Jensen’s hands still roamed, and he curled in to suck on Jeff’s lip and pant into his neck. It wasn’t very long before he swore again.
“God. Jeff… I’m gonna…” He rasped.
“Yeah baby. Come on. Do it.” Jeff stroked harder, his other hand pulling on Jensen’s neck so he could mouth at the his ear and neck. With a chocked off noise Jensen stiffened in his arms. The hot splashes of his release flooded Jeff’s grasp and pushed Jeff over the edge to his own orgasm.
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They spent the afternoon on that same sofa, napping, eating cold pizza and playing Guitar Hero. After a run to the grocery store, Jeff cooked dinner, delayed by the need to blow Jensen in the kitchen, and they ate steak with their feet up on the railing of the rooftop deck.
Later, as they stood kissing goodbye at the door, Jeff asked him to stay again. Jensen shook his head and kissed him again before patting his chest in a manly comforting gesture.
“I want to, but we both know I won’t crack these books open if I’m all distracted by you.” Jeff made a disgruntled grumble against Jensen’s neck. He smelled like the onions Jensen had caramelized for their steaks and the deeper scent of Jensen that Jeff was quickly becoming addicted to. Jensen laughed and pushed him playfully away.
“Suck it up, Morgan!” he laughed.
“I’ll suck something.” Jeff growled again and pulled aside the collar of Jensen’s shirt, intent on leaving another mark. The younger man laughed even harder and pushed again, managing this time to get Jeff at arm’s length.
“How about Friday night? I’ll come by after work, if that’s not past your bed time, old man.” Jeff snorted, pulled on Jensen’s arm and wrapped him into a tight hug before he replied.
“Yeah, man. I’ll be here.”
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Wednesday, between class and work, Jensen was picking at a sandwich at the end of the bar while Jeff manned the coffee counter. The older man wiped his way down to where Jensen was smiling up at him. He let their hands brush together, but resisted the urge to kiss him in front of the customers.
“Hey. Could you get out of here a little early on Saturday night?” Jensen asked suddenly, almost in a rush.
“I have to be in here at least part of the day, but Katie can close. Why? You want to spend the whole weekend?” Jeff did his best dirty old man leer and Jensen laughed.
“Chris is throwing this party, supposedly for Beth’s birthday, but…”Jensen shrugged. “I just thought maybe you’d like to come hang out. It should get rolling around nine.”
“Sure.” Jeff smiled bright, as much to reassure Jensen as because it felt like a big step for Jeff to meet his roommates and friends.
Jensen seemed to relax after that and when Jeff asked him about the professor he’d been butting heads with, the conversation fell right back into their easy rhythm.
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On Friday night, Jeff was downright chipper at the prospect of Jensen spending the night. When Katie called him on it, she said he was like some big kid getting ready for his first sleepover. Jeff just flipped her off.
The waitresses kicked him out at 10pm even though Jensen wasn’t off work until midnight. It didn’t help Jeff, but it meant that he was a ball of excited energy at home instead of in front of them. He paced, showered, cleaned and finally forced himself lay down on the freshly made bed with a book. He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, the bed was dipping beside him and Jensen’s warm hand was sliding up his back.
“Hey.” Jeff smiled as he rubbed at his eyes.
“Hey.” Jensen returned the smile, his hand never stopping its slow circuit on Jeff’s back. “You tired?” He looked concerned.
Jeff rolled over, reached out and pulled Jensen down to press their lips together. A long moment later, he rolled them together until Jensen was under him and Jeff could settle their hips together.
“Not too tired for you.” Jeff murmured against the thim skin over Jensen’s collarbone.
“Jeff, I… uh. Um” Jensen started, but Jeff kissed him quiet.
“Yeah. It’s been a while for me too. Just let me take care of you, babe.” Jeff said as he kissed his way down Jensen’s neck and chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt as he went.
Jensen lay back with a smile and let him.
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Much later, sated and sweaty, Jensen lay with his head cushioned on Jeff’s shoulder and his right hand tracing lazy circles over Jeff’s heart. The older man curled his arm, pulling the Jensen in to kiss his sweat spiked hair. In the comfortable silence, Jeff wanted to say things, things he knew it was too early to say. He was pretty sure Jensen was one of the best people he’d ever met, and tonight had been amazing, but Jeff reminded himself that Jensen was leaving. Done with school in December and probably back to Texas by January, if the way he talked about his roommates was any indication. He wouldn’t stay and there wasn’t any reason to complicate things. So Jeff just bit his tongue and pulled Jensen in to kiss the top of his head one more time before drifting off to sleep.
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Jeff slapped off the alarm at an ungodly hour and was pleased to roll back into the warmth of Jensen’s body. He kissed the sleep sweet skin for a few minutes before forcing his legs out of the bed. He ached in a few good places and couldn’t help but smile as he shuffled to the bathroom.
Jensen joined him halfway through his shower and Jeff protested that he should sleep in while he had the chance. The younger man shut him up by sliding gracefully to his knees and blowing Jeff right there, sloppy, sweet and perfect.
He went in to open the café so he could have the evening off and Jensen showed up, dressed in raggedy tight jeans and a faded t-shirt around 8pm. Jeff leered and Jensen blushed adorably. Katie rolled her eyes, called them disgusting, and kicked them out.
When Jensen pulled up to the house later, the party was obviously already in full swing. People were trickling in and music blared from speakers, though Jeff knew Chris’s band was slated to play live sometime that night. Jensen grasped his wrist and pulled him through the growing tide of college kids and used-to-be college kids, through the front door and into the living room. He grabbed the shoulder of a slightly shorter man with long brown hair who greeted him with a yell and a slap on the shoulder.
“This is Chris, and Chris this is…” Jensen started to say loudly, over the music.
“JENNY!!” A thin blonde woman screeched to a halt beside them, grabbed Jensen’s arm and drug him off deeper into the house as Jensen stammered and sputtered behind her.
Chris laughed, loud and rich, slapping his hand to his leg as he watched them go. He was still smiling when he turned to Jeff and stuck out his hand.
“Christian Kane.”
“Jeff Morgan.”
“Good to meet you, Jeff. Beer?” Chris snagged two red plastic cups out of the hands of a young kid walking by.
“Yes. Thanks!” Jeff sucked down a swallow, thankful to have something to do with his hands. He never was good at just being thrown into a group of strangers and this crowd was making him feel not only nervous, but old as well.
Chris didn’t seem to even notice, just pulled him along, one handshake at a time. He introduced the guys in his band and a tall, skinny kid named Aldis who was mixing the party tunes on a complicated homemade-looking computer/soundboard contraption.
Finally Chris led him to a quieter corner in the kitchen where they could refill their cups from the keg and leaned against the counter.
“Hey man, I gotta tell you that I'm glad to meet you but I'm a little surprised to see you here. Jen had said that he was seeing someone a while back and then asked to bring someone here tonight and I just assumed it would be his girlfriend.” Chris took a swallow of his beer and looked out into the crowd, not noticing Jeff’s sudden surprise.
“His girlfriend?” Jeff managed.
“Well that boy's been on cloud nine for weeks now, and whoever he's dating has got to be something special.” Chris grinned at Jeff like he was looking for agreement.
“Um…Thank you. I'm pretty sure that's me.” Jeff smiled back without humor.
Chris sputtered and his face turned dark. “Huh? What? Jensen's not gay!”
“I think you need to talk to Jensen about that.” Jeff set his cup down and made a hasty retreat out into the living room to grab Jensen back from blonde he now knew was Beth.
Without so much as a nod of acknowledgement to the girl, Jeff pulled him toward the open door to the back yard and growled in Jensen’s ear. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
Outside, Jeff expected the younger man to look mad or insulted, but he just looked confused. “What?”
“Chris said something interesting.” Jeff crossed his arms over his chest. “He said you aren't gay.”
Jensen didn’t even miss a beat. “Cause I'm not… or at least I wasn’t. And I was going to introduce you properly, but Beth...” He waved back toward the house nonchalantly, but Jeff grabbed his hand and interrupted him.
“Wait! You're not?! Oh my god, Jensen! Why didn't you say you weren't into guys that first night? I would have never...oh god what I did last night... Why didn't you say something?” Jeff was suddenly mortified, a wave of guilt and disgust washing over him at the thought of having forced himself on Jensen.
“Jeff!” Jensen grabbed his shoulders and practically yelled at him to get his attention. “Would you please stop having my big gay freak out.”
Jensen gave him a shake and tried to force Jeff to meet his eyes. “Jeff, look at me. Yes, I haven't dated a guy before. I’ve thought about men at one time or another, but haven’t act on it, and I'm from Texas, so I sure as hell didn't talk about it. But I've liked you from almost the minute we met and when you kissed me, yeah it was a bit of a surprise but it felt good and I wanted to feel it again. And last night? God! Last night was one of the best nights of my life, so quit beating yourself up. I may not have liked men before, but I like you now and that's what matters right?”
Jeff looked into his earnest, open face; Jensen pleading to believe him, and let tried to let it go. “Really? Me?” He stammered dumbly.
“Yes, you idiot. Now would you kiss me already?” Jensen grinned and Jeff doubted he would ever be able to say no to that grin. Jensen pulled him closer, hands sliding up to bracket his face and Jeff slid his hands around Jensen’s waist pulling their bodies flush. Just before their lips met, Jeff noticed, offhandedly, that the party had gone strangely quiet. But when they kissed, he forgot to notice anything except Jensen… until the applause started and someone wolf whistled.
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Continued in: Melt Like Sugar Into Black Coffee.