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Jared was really, really not on board with this plan. It was a really stupid, awful plan. Admittedly, he didn't have a better plan, but that didn't make this plan smell any less like Chad. As it turned out, the guy they'd been trailing had never actually met the leader. So the plan was for Danneel to distract him with her (admittedly fantastic) feminine wiles while Jensen went to the meeting in his place. It was a terrible, ill-concieved, risky, stupid plan.
Which was why Jared was so surprised when it went off without a hitch.
Jensen pushed the bad guys out towards the feds who were waiting for them and Danneel ran up and threw her arms around him and variations of God Jensen you're amazing were coming through the comms and Jensen was laughing and turning to walk toward the van and Jared knew with absolute certainty he couldn't just sit there. But he couldn’t run away, either- they were in the middle of nowhere, and the van was kind of his only ride. So as Jensen opened the door, Jared did the only thing he could think of- he grabbed Chris' face and pulled him in for a kiss. Chris froze. Jared froze with his tongue half in Chris' mouth. Jensen froze, then turned, slammed the door, and stalked off.
"What. The. Fuck." Chris demanded, rubbing his mouth and looking horrified as Jared jerked back.
"I don't know I just- they’re so- and I couldn't-" he paused and raked his fingers through his hair.
"So when in doubt, you kiss Chris?"
"I- need to talk to Jensen, don't I."
"You think?" Chris shrieked. His voice was reaching alarming levels. Jared scrambled to get out of the van before Chris could get to his gun, but Chris slammed him back down.
"You know what, you just- sit here. Just sit. Don't move." Then Chris slammed the van door. Jared let his head fall against the wall with a thunk. Through the front windshield, he saw Jensen a few feet away, resting his head against the wall as Danneel rubbed his back as Chris walked up to them. He took a deep breath and turned away, only to jerk in surprise when the van doors were yanked open and Jensen thrown in. Chris slammed the van doors.
"The two of you are going to stay in there until you figure your shit out, do you get it? Talk, fight, fuck, I don't fucking care but these doors are not opening until you have stopped being such fucking morons." Chris said, and Jared heard a beep and all the locks clicked on.
"Um, Chris?" he asked, "what was that?"
"Think of it as your child locks," Chris said. Then he heard two sets of footsteps walking away.
Jared groaned. This was really going to suck. They sat in silence until Jared couldn't take it anymore.
"Jensen, I-" Jared reached out to put his hand on Jensen's shoulder and then thought better of it.
"Congratulations," Jensen said woodenly, "I'm sure you and Chris will be very happy."
Jared laughed. It was a little hysterical. "Me and Chris? Come on, Jensen. Nothing's going on with me and Chris."
"You were kissing him, Jared."
"Only because you were kissing Danneel!"
"I was not kissing her, she hugged me because I fucking rocked this mission. And anyway, why the fuck do you even care?"
"Because you're my boyfriend!"
"You're cover boyfriend, Jared"
"Yeah well that's the crux of it right there, isn't it."
"What the fuck does that mean?" Jared made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat.
"It means- that I can't do this anymore, Jensen! I'm not- I'm not a real spy, not like you, I can't just turn my emotions on and off like a switch." Jensen laughed, and it sounded choked and mean.
"Could have fooled me."
"Excuse me?"
"You were all over me, Jared, until that day in the van. What, you okay with being bi until the possibility of another guys' hands down your pants?"
"How could you even- Jensen, you’re the one who made it very clear that I am nothing more than a mission to you. I was just trying to do what you wanted."
"So because I want to be professional, not let our emotions get away with us and potentially get us killed suddenly I’m the bad guy?" Jensen asked
"Didn’t seem to bother you when your girlfriend showed up. Couldn’t get back to her fast enough, could you?" Jared spat.
"Danneel? Jared, she hasn't been my girlfriend for years. Yeah, we were together once but we both moved on. She is one of my best friends, though, Jared, and I thought she was dead. I'm sorry that you don’t get to have 100% of my attention all the time." Jensen stood in front of Jared, breath coming in short angry bursts, color high on his cheeks. Jared had never seen anything sexier in his life. Abruptly his own anger went out of him and he dropped his head onto his folded up knees.
"God, Jensen, I just- it's not enough for me, alright? I can't watch you pretend to be in love with me and then go back home to her. I can't do it anymore, alright?" Jared felt a cool hand on his chin and raised his eyes to meet Jensen's, which were staring at him with more intensity than Jared had ever felt directed at him before.
"Why, Jared?" he asked, and his voice was as dark and intense as his gaze. Jared couldn't help the full-body shudder.
"Because- Jensen, I'm not pretending." Jensen pulled back, and Jared was sure he'd ruined everything. But then Jensen was pushing back, pushing him against the wall of the van and licking into his mouth. Jared groaned and pushed back, tongues tangling slickly.
There was a knock on the door.
"You guys figure your shit out, yet?" Jared groaned and let his head fall back against the wall with a thump. Jensen gave Jared an indecipherable look before heading toward the van door. As Jared scrambled to change his expression into something slightly less shell-shocked, he saw the van door open.
"We're fine, Chris, we've agreed to play nice and everything. Can we get out of the van now? It reeks in here."
"Hey now," Jared said, "respect the van. That smell? That's the smell of hard work."
Jensen scoffed, and Jared managed to get his equilibrium back just before Chris and Danneel climbed into the van, and for one shining moment Jared thought that everything was going to be puppies and sunshine.
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Everything was not puppies and sunshine. It wasn't even fully-grown dogs and mostly-cloudy days. Granted, Danneel had left to liberate Nigeria with a fork or something, and the team was talking again, and missions had been going smoother than ever but- well, Jared had never actually talked to Jensen about what had happened, and Jensen had been being amazingly careful not to be alone with him while making it seem like he wasn't trying to be careful not to be alone with him. It was frustrating, and sneaky, and Jared had no idea what to make of it. Luckily, between helping plan the wedding during the day and missions at night, Jared didn't have a lot of time to think about it. Which was good. There wasn't really anything to think about. Jared had acted like an idiot, Jensen had managed to shut him up, and now things were- as normal as they were ever going to be.
When Chris cornered him by the large electronics the next day, Jared thought he probably hadn't been as sneakily not-thinking about it as he'd hoped.
"We have a mission, Padalecki. Undercover."
"Oh yeah?" Jared tried to look enthusiastic. "What are we this time? Please say waiters- I love being a waiter. Sometimes I feel I was born to wait."
"Close," Chris tossed Jared a set of keys, and smirked at Jared's confused look. "Jensen's waiting in the blue minivan out front. He'll explain."
Jared had always liked minivans. He didn't fit comfortably in many cars, and in the back of almost none- except minivans. Plus, he and Jensen had a history with vans. For a moment, sliding in the passenger seat next to Jensen, he let hope rise in his chest. They would go undercover as fraternity brothers, and maybe he'd be able to make Jensen laugh, and then everything would be normal. Or as normal as it ever was for a guy with a computer in his brain, and his CIA handlers.
"So, what's the mission?"
Jensen turned to him and held out a thick gold band. "The suburbs," he said, with an approximation of a smile.
"Oh," Jared said. He took the ring. Hope for normalcy died a painful death.
Jensen filled him in on the drive to their new house. Three CIA agents had disappeared from this particular cul-de-sac in as many months, and so they were sending in Jared hoping he could flash on the bad guys.
"Won't they mind about," Jared gestured between Jensen and himself. Jensen smirked.
"This is California, Jared," he said, "I'm pretty sure a token gay couple actually increases property values."
Jared snorted. "Right, so, what's the plan?"
"Well, the Anderson's-"
"That's us?"
"Yes, Jared," Jensen said with a long suffering sigh, "that's us. Try to at least pretend to pay attention." Jared rolled his eyes and put his feet on the dash, just to see Jensen wince.
"So, the Anderson's," Jensen said slapping at Jared's feet, "have had movers in and out of the house all week. So tonight, we're gonna just settle in- Chris is undercover as a cable man, he'll do a sweep for bugs- and then tomorrow night we'll have a housewarming barbeque and see if you flash on anyone."
"Seems pretty straight forward," Jared said, and Jensen smiled.
"Yeah, should be. Think of it as a vacation. There's a hot tub and everything."
"A hot tub? Drive faster, Jen!"
Jensen laughed and Jared realized with a jolt they'd been almost normal for almost twenty minutes. He reached to fiddle with the radio to keep the hope from rising from the dead, and Jensen teased him for his love of indy rock, and before Jared knew it they were pulling up to a beautiful two story house in a cul-de-sac of identical beautiful two story houses.
"This is us," Jensen said, "you ready for this?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," Jared said, fiddling with the ring resting heavy on his finger as they made their way to the door.
"I, um, probably should have asked you this earlier” Jensen said, resting his hand on the doorknob. “You're not allergic to dogs, are you?"
"No," Jared said. “Why-” Jensen opened the door and an awkward looking puppy with huge paws barreled out and jumped up on Jared's leg. Jared laughed and dropped to the floor of the hall, tipping his head back to let the dog lick at his neck, "I always wanted a dog but we never had room. What's his name?" Jared looked up and caught a look of something in Jensen's eyes but when he blinked, it was gone.
"Harley," Jensen said, "we thought a puppy would make any lost bugs more plausible."
"Harley," Jared cooed, "I bet you want to go outside, don't you beautiful? Yes you do."
Jensen laughed. "Go outside and play with the dog Jared," he said, "I'll get dinner started."
"You cook?" Jared asked, looking up in surprise.
"You'd be amazed at what I can do," Jensen said with a wink, and Jared laughed to hide the wave of want that shot through him. He let himself out into the backyard throwing a stick for Harley until the steady rhythm pushed all thoughts of Jensen from his mind. Jared wasn't sure how long he'd been out there throwing the sick and rough-housing with Harley when he heard the porch door open and Jensen's voice waft through.
"Yeah, he's out back with the puppy- one of many reasons I'm glad we moved out here. There was just not enough room for both of them in our apartment." There was laughter of agreement, and then Jensen and a nice-looking younger couple wandered into the backyard. Jared stood up, brushing the dirt off his jeans and saw the woman's eyes widen.
"You weren't kidding about there not being room," she said with a laugh, "I don't imagine there's a big enough apartment for him, let alone a dog!"
Jensen grinned and beckoned Jared forward, putting his arm around Jared's waist and kissing his cheek once he got near enough. "Alison, Jason, this Jared- Jared, honey, these are our neighbors, Alison and Jason Mack."
"So nice to meet you," Jared said, and tried not to be disappointed when Jensen stepped away.
"I was just making dinner- would the two of you like to stay?"
"Oh no," Alison said, "we couldn't intrude. I know how stressful it is the first night in a new home- so much left to put together!"
"Well, you'll stop by tomorrow, won't you? We're having a barbeque, try to lure people over."
"Will do," Jason said, clapping Jensen on the shoulder and nodding at Jared as he towed Alison back towards the door, "see you folks tomorrow."
"Nice to meet you," Jared called after them before turning to Jensen.
"Nothing, Jen. No flash." Jensen shrugged.
"Too much to hope we'd catch them the first night, I suppose. Bring Harley in and wash up- dinner should be ready in about ten minutes, and that table’s not going to set itself."
"Aye-aye, sir!" Jared said with a salute. Jensen laughed and shook his head, grinning up at Jared. The sun slanted down, reflecting off the honey-tan of the house and Jensen looked lit up with it; freckles standing out like carmel splatters on his glowing skin, eyes unnaturally green. Jared's breath seemed to be stuck in his chest as Jensen's gaze caught and held his, tension sparkling between them. Jensen's tongue snaked out to lick candy-pink lips and Jared leaned forward subconsciously, inches away from tasting the sweetness of Jensen's mouth when a solid weight slammed into the back of his knees causing him to stumble forward. Harley sat at his feet, drool-covered stick in his mouth, and when Jared looked back up Jensen had already turned toward the house. Jared ran his hand through his hair and bit back a groan. Harley whined.
"Drop the stick, baby," Jared said kneeling to pry the stick from Harley's jaws, "and let's go inside. Daddy made dinner." At 'dinner' Harley's ears perked up and he raced for the door, stick lying forgotten on the ground and Jared couldn't help but laugh.
"Boy after my own heart."
Dinner was surprisingly good, if simple- chicken alfredo, salad, and enough white wine that Jared was left feeling full and slightly buzzed, enough so when Jensen suggested they go upstairs and watch Back to the Future to break in their 50" plasma TV Jared didn’t even pause to think how awkward that might be. They debated what it was about Michael J. Fox that was so sexy and argued over which was the better time travel movie, Back to the Future or Donnie Darko as they curled up on the California King, Harley stretched out across their feet and that's how Jared fell asleep, warm and content.
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Whining woke him the next morning, and the jolt of a cold nose being shoved against his hand. Groaning, Jared pulled himself out of bed and pulled on his running shoes, snapping Harley's leash on and jogging out into the cool morning air. He waved to the few neighbors who were out and about so early as he wove through the neighborhood, trying to get his thoughts in order. Last night had been the closest to a perfect evening Jared could remember, but even without Danneel out of the picture there was no reason to believe that Jensen felt anything for him other than friendship. As perfect as the house was, with the backyard and the dog and the smiling pictures of them on the wall it was just a job, and Jared had to keep that in mind if he wanted to keep the tenuous peace he and Jensen had managed to achieve since the Van Incident. Thus determined, Jared turned around and headed for home.
Jared left Harley in the backyard and walked in the backdoor to the sound and smell of bacon and the even tastier sight of Jensen at the stove in his boxers and glasses, shimmying to the oldies station blaring from the radio on the counter.
"Smells good," Jared said, and laughed when Jensen whirled around to face him.
"Least I could do," Jensen said with a grin, "you're the one who got up early and dealt with the dog." His eyes were crinkled in a smile and his hair was completely flat on one side and looked like a porcupine on the other, and he was the most beautiful thing Jared had ever seen. This, he thought and stepped toward Jensen, letting his hands trace the curve Jensen's jaw before leaning down to brush their lips together, giving Jensen plenty of time to stop him. The kiss was chaste, just a dry brush of lips and then Jared pulled back.
"Jensen," Jared breathed, "tell me if I'm reading this wrong."
"You're not," Jensen replied, equally soft. Jared let out a shaky breath and leaned to close the distance between them. They kissed softly, both afraid to break the spell until Jared opened his mouth ever so slightly and traced Jensen's plum upper lip with his tongue. Jensen moaned which Jared took for permission to deepen the kiss. He slid his tongue into Jensen's mouth and licked away the taste of coffee, unable to stop his shudder when Jensen's tongue twined with his. They kissed until Jared was breathless, his lips swollen and useless, Jensen's hands trailing under his shirt and running lightly up and down his arms and back until they settled on his waist, thumbs making slow circles on his hips. The tips of his fingers dipped below Jared's waistband and Jared pulled away from Jensen's mouth to gasp.
"Is this-" Jensen says, his voice like whiskey.
"Yes, God, yes," Jared said, his own hands reaching to cup Jensen through his boxers and reveling in the sharp hiss of Jensen's breath. Not to be outdone, Jensen slid his hand into Jared's sweats, curled his fingers around the length of Jared's cock. He pumped twice, firmly, before letting his thumb reach up to swipe over the head, smearing the wetness there. Jared grabbed onto Jensen's hips, buried his head in the curve of Jensen's neck and bit down to keep from whining.
"So pretty," Jensen whispered, "falling apart for me. That's it, darlin', let it go." He flicked his wrist, twisted on the upstroke and that was it, Jared shaking and coming while Jensen stroked him through the aftershocks. His head hadn't entirely stopped spinning when he realized Jensen was moving, pushing against Jared's thigh, and that wouldn't do at all.
"Here," Jared said, pushing Jensen back against the counter, "now let me-" and he sank to his knees.
"You don't have to," Jensen said, and Jared huffed out a laugh.
"I really, really do," he said and leaned forward to mouth at the bulge beneath the cotton of Jensen's briefs, sucking until he could taste the sharp bite of precome mixing with the heavy taste of wet cotton and Jensen's hands moved from their death grip on his shoulders to tangle in his hair. Only then did he push down the boxers, letting them pool on the floor as he got his first look at Jensen's dick.
"Fuck, Jen, you're so fucking hot," he breathed, licking up the length, and Jensen let out a high-pitched whine.
"No more teasing, Jay, please, been waiting so long-"
"I've gotcha," Jared said and then he closed his mouth around the swollen head, swirling his tongue over the glands and moaning at his first taste of pure Jensen before sinking down. It had been awhile since he'd done this, and he couldn’t get it all in his mouth but he brought his hand up to wrap around the base and the noises Jensen was making more than balanced out the slight ache in his jaw. He was just getting into the rhythm when Jensen's hands tighten in his hair.
"Jay, I'm gonna-" Jared ignored him except to hum and pull back a bit, and the vibrations were all it took to push Jensen over the edge. Jared swallowed around the bursts, moaning at the taste, and then Jensen was pulling him back up to his mouth to share the flavor. Jared was just getting interested in round two when the smoke alarm went off, and Jensen turned to look at the pan in despair.
"Now look what you did," he said, but his grin belayed his stern tone, "you made me ruin your breakfast."
"That's okay," Jared said, leaning to lick at the column of Jensen's neck because it was there and he could, "I got my protein anyway. Come on, let's go back upstairs."
Jensen glanced at the clock on the stove, and then pushed Jared away with a groan. "As wonderful as that sounds, Chris is going to be here in about ten minutes. Come on, let's go get dressed and I'll make pancakes."
"With chocolate chips and bananas?"
"Yes, you giant five-year-old, with chocolate chips and bananas."
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As far as plans go, Jared really liked this one. There were no guns, no jumping out of tall buildings, no heroism of any kind really. All he had to do was eat some steak and look at people until he flashed on the bad guy, and then Chris was going to trank him and drag him back to the General. Easy peasy. Except for the part where they'd been milling around in the back yard for an hour, now, and he hadn't flashed on anyone. Chris had checked in to let them know that no one was missing, which meant that they were either at the barbeque but somehow not on Jared's radar, or they didn't live in this suburb at all. Jared was trying not to get too frustrated when he felt a tiny hand on his arm.
"Oh, hey Allie," he said, turning to find the small blonde smiling up at him.
"Hey, Jared," she said, "I, um, left some ice at my house? Normally I'd make Jason help me, but he's talking to someone. Would you mind helping me carry it over here?"
"'Course not," Jared said, "I'd be happy to. Just let me go tell Jensen-" He trailed off as he looked over and saw Jensen deep in conversation with Jason. Alison grinned wryly.
"See what I mean?"
"Yeah," Jared said with a laugh, "okay, well, show me the way." Jared followed Allie to a hunter green version of his house, and stepped in first when Alison held the door open. He wandered in front of her into the kitchen.
"Just in here?" he asked, looking around the kitchen with the brushed copper pots hanging from the ceiling and the painting of an apple over the sink. It looked like something out of a magazine, too perfect to be real, which possibly should have been Jared's first clue that something wasn't right.
The second was the sting of a trank dart hitting his jugular.
He woke strapped to a chair, facing a giant screen with Alison hovering over him.
"Oh good," she said, and her voice didn't sound so sweet now, "you're awake. I was worried I gave you too much- I just figured a guy your size would be harder to put down."
"What-"
"Hush now," Alison said, prying his eyes open with some kind of strange metal device before lowering red-tinted shades over her eyes, "this'll only take a minute. Probably won't hurt a bit."
Before Jared could ask what would only take a minute, she raised a remote toward the screen. Instantly it was filled with images, one after the other, all tainted a dull red. Faster and faster they piled on top of one another until Jared felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin, until he was sure his brain was going to explode and then- they stopped. Alison clicked off the screen and raised her glasses before turning to Jared.
"Well," she said, shining a pen light in his eyes, "you're still tracking. That's better than the last guy." Jared could feel the darkness creeping in around him. He struggled to stay awake, to find something to defend himself with, but his limbs felt like lead. The last thing he thought before he gave over to unconsciousness was how sorry he was, not to have ever told Jensen how he felt.
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Jared’s head was throbbing and his mouth felt like all the cotton balls in the world had curled up and died. "Ungh," he moaned.
"Jared?" Suddenly cool hands were pressing on his face, "Jared, come on darlin', open your eyes for me." Jared blinked his eyes open.
"Jensen?" he asked, and he didn't sound any better than he felt. "What happened?"
"I realized Jason was a distraction, managed to subdue him and sent Chris after you, but you were already strapped down. Christ, Jared, I thought-"
Jared struggled to sit up. Once the room stopped spinning, he actually felt alright. Not entirely surprisingly, being back in the California King was much more comfortable than being strapped in some kind of torture chair. "Hey, Jen, hey, I'm fine. See?" he pressed his forehead to Jensen's, "I'm just fine."
Jensen met his eyes for a moment before leaning forward to kiss him. It wasn't like their kisses in the kitchen- this was fast and rough and messy, like Jensen was trying to devour him. Jared grabbed his head and pulled him close, just as needy. Moving from Jared's lips Jensen bit along his jawline, sucking bruises into the crook of his neck before reaching up to bite his earlobe. Thinking of something, Jared pulled back.
"Where's Harley?"
"Sent him with Chris," Jensen said, tugging on Jared's earlobe and making him shiver. "He wouldn't get off the bed. You're spoiling him already."
Jared laughed. "I have you all to myself, then?"
"Fuck, yes," Jensen moaned before licking down Jared’s neck, sucking bruises as he went. Jared whimpered and arched his neck, giving Jensen more room.
"Yeah, baby, that's it, I'm gonna mark you up so pretty," Jensen said, slowly unbuttoning Jared's shirt to show more skin. He sucked a bruise above Jared's heart, and sunk his teeth into Jared's nipple until Jared made a broken noise in the back of his throat and he licked away the sting. Then he moved lower, trailing his tongue through the ridges of Jared's muscles and fucking his tongue in and out of Jared's bellybutton until Jared's hips started thrusting uncontrollably. Jensen pinned his hips down and bit at the tightly stretched skin he found there, then moved until his mouth hovered over where Jared wanted it the most. Jared made a truly embarrassing sound as Jensen breathed over him. Jensen moved one hand to unbutton Jared's jeans and push them down with Jared's boxer-briefs, and gave a husky laugh when Jared flailed and tried to kick them off.
"Easy, darlin’, I'll get you there," he whispered to Jared's hip, then he was mouthing the head of Jared's cock, placing sucking kisses along the length until Jared thought he was going to die. Just when Jared thought he couldn't take anymore, Jensen sucked him into that perfect mouth, down and down until Jared could feel Jensen's throat fluttering around the head. Jared's hands unfisted from his sides and tangled in Jensen's hair, and Jensen looked up at him through his girly, too-thick eyelashes. His perfect lips were stretched around Jared's cock, and he was kneeling between Jared's legs still fully clothed, and that was it.
"So good, oh fuck Jen so good Jen, Jen, I'm gonna-" Jensen swallowed around him one more time and Jared was gone, coming down Jensen's throat. Jensen pulled off and jerked Jared through the aftershocks until Jared was laying in a puddle, spread out and boneless on the bed.
Jensen crawled up Jared's body to kiss him, and Jared could taste himself on Jensen's tongue. If he hadn't come thirty seconds earlier, that would be enough to do it. They kissed until Jared couldn't tasted himself anymore, and his dick was starting to get interested in the proceedings again. Jensen kissed along his jawline to his ear and whispered "can I fuck you, Jared?" and Jared's whole body shuddered, his cock filling up with blood so fast his head spun. Jensen chuckled, low and dirty, and Jared took a moment with what was left of his brain power to think that someday, he wanted to catalogue all of Jensen's laughs. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Oh, it's a yes," Jared gasped, and Jensen grinned and rolled off Jared's lap, laughed at Jared's whine.
Jensen pulled himself away, and Jared let out a whine that he would definitely deny later. But then Jensen was back, pack of condoms and a small plastic bottle clutched in his hand.
"Wow," Jared said, impressed in spite of the lust clouding his brain, "the CIA really prepared for everything, didn't they?"
"Better than boyscouts," Jensen said, his voice husky in Jared's ear.
"I think the boyscouts frown on this sort of behavior,” Jared said, and then hissed as Jensen's teeth found his nipple again, "you're far too clothed for this."
Jensen smirked. "Whatcha gonna do about it, big boy?" he asked, teasing, and Jared growled low in his throat before reaching up to rip off Jensen's shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Jensen's chest heaved.
"I liked that shirt," Jensen said, trying to sound affronted. Mostly, he just sounded horny and Jared gave him a feral grin as he started working at the buttons on Jensens jeans.
"I'll buy you a new one, now lift up." Jensen did as he was told, and then they were both naked, panting at each other in the dim light as they took in each other's bodies for the first time.
"I believe you promised to fuck me," Jared said, and he hoped the shaking in his voice came across as excited rather than nervous.
"I did," Jensen said, and pushed his way in between Jared's legs. Jared widened his legs obligingly, feeling slutty and and needy and amazing.
Jensen ran his hands up and down Jared's thighs. "Fuck, you have no idea what you look like, Jared," he said and shoved Jared's legs farther apart, pulling Jared's ass up onto his thighs, "all stretched out and begging for it." Jensen opened the lube with a snick and coated his fingers, bringing his index finger up to swirl against Jared's opening.
"You ever done this before?"
It took Jared a minute to realize that had been a question. "Y-yes," he stammered, breaking away to pant as Jensen shoved his first finger in to the knuckle, "couple times. My girlfriend in college had a thing for pegging."
Jensen's finger stopped moving and Jared whined and arched his back until Jensen started again with a moan.
"Fuck that's a pretty picture, Jay. You let her fill you full of fake cock? You beg for it?"
"Yes," Jared said, and he wasn't sure if he was answering the question or asking for more. Jensen took as both and shoved another finger in beside the first, pushing them all the way in until they scraped a spot inside him that made Jared arch his back and curse.
"Come on, Jensen, please, I'm ready, just fuck me. Please."
"That's it, baby, beg me for it," Jensen said, adding a third finger. "Fuck yourself on my hand, show me how bad you want it." Jared keened and pushed back on Jensen's immobile hand, feeling wanton and slutty but so close.
"Please, Jen, please, please fill me up please"
Jensen shuddered and pulled his hand away. Jared made a noise that he would absolutely deny later at the loss, and then Jensen was pushing in. Pain sparked along the pleasure, the burn making everything sharper and Jared pulled Jensen's face down to his and latched his teeth onto Jensen's neck as Jensen bottomed out.
"Oh god, Jared, so tight, baby, so good.”
"Jensen," Jared said, and he was horrified at how broken his voice was, "Move. Please."
"So pretty when you beg," Jensen said, and then he pulled almost all the way out. Before Jared could even moan at the loss Jensen was shoving back in, setting a brutal rhythm and brushing Jared's prostate every other thrust. Jared was fully hard again, leaking across their stomachs, and Jared moved his mouth to Jensen's ear.
"Please," he breathed and Jensen's rhythm stuttered, "please, Jensen, touch me."
Jensen moved one hand from where it rested by Jared's head and trailed it down to his cock, and Jared latched on to Jensen's ear for all he was worth. Jensen barely managed two strokes before Jared was coming, harder than he ever had in his life, shuddering and clamping down on Jensen and Jensen howled and pushed in to the hilt once, twice, three times before following Jared over the edge.
They lay like that for a moment, Jensen's cock softening inside Jared until it moved from hot to verging on icky, and then Jensen pulled out and rolled off. They both hissed as the sensitive skin rubbed, and Jensen tied off the condom and threw it somewhere near the garbage before laying down next to Jared.
"Don't scare me like that again," he said after a bit, curling up under Jared's arm.
"I don't know," Jared said, "if it gets me this kind of reaction every time-" He dodged Jensen's swat.
"Ass."
"You love it."
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It turned out the images uploaded to Jared’s brain were from a secret organization known as FULCRUM. They’d been turning agents from the CIA and NSA for the past two years, but the new intersect in Jared’s brain was the first concrete starting point the government had to infiltrate. It also meant, however, that FULCRUM was attempting to build an intersect of their own, and that they were dangerously close to succeeding.
The CIA team had briefed Jared, Jensen and Chris on this the next day, as they came to pack up the house. It took them less than two hours to have everything stored away, including the ring off Jared’s hand, and Jared tried not to cry when he saw Harley getting packed up in a crate. It was so close to everything he'd ever wanted, and he couldn't help but be terrified that maybe this thing with Jensen was a one time deal as well. He drove back home slowly, opened the door to his tiny apartment with a sinking heart.
Only to be attacked by 50 pounds of happy, overenthusiastic puppy.
"Harley!" Jared squealed, and he may have sounded a little like a five year old girl. "Hey, baby boy, hi." He heard a sound and looked up to see Jensen standing over him looking nervous.
"I- I couldn't keep the house," Jensen said worrying on his lower lip, "or the rings. But- I could keep the dog."
"God, Jensen," Jared said, surging to his feet and slamming Jensen against the wall, "do you have any idea how incredible you are?"
"Why don't you show me?" Jensen asked and Jared grinned before hoisting Jensen over his shoulder in a fireman's hold and carrying him back to bed.
Yeah, things were looking up.
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The day of Tom and Sophia's wedding dawned sticky and hot, and Sophia came storming into Jared's room yelling for Jensen to do something about her hair and the humidity before swirling back out. Jensen curled into Jared's shoulder.
"Please tell me this is some horrible dream."
Jared laughed, bright and happy. "You were the one who agreed to help. You said" Jared took on a high falsetto, "'oh Sophia, of course I'll be your bridesmaid and help with everything but the flowers, which for some reason Chad has commandeered."
"Bitch," Jensen said, climbing out of bed "I do not sound like that. You need to take the dog and get to Tom's. If I'm awake, you're awake."
Jared laughed and climbed out of bed. He managed to convince Jensen to share a shower with him, licking down Jensen's body until he reached his cock, swirling his tongue around the head until Jensen cursed and fucked into Jared's mouth, and once he had recovered, he returned the favor. Because they'd taken so long in the shower, Sophia shooed him out without breakfast, which Jared thought was highly unfair. He complained loudly as he snapped on Harley’s leash, and was not entirely surprised when he was literally shoved out the door.
Jared was nearly to Chris', where Tom had been staying, when Mike and Misha's heads popped up out of the bushes that lined the courtyard.
"Jesus Christ guys, what the fuck are you doing?"
Misha tried to look serious. Mostly, he looked constipated. He held out a tape.
"What's this?" Jared asked, turning it over. On the spine was a white sticker, with "Jared's Bug" written on it in black sharpie. Jared froze.
"You bugged me? Who am I kidding. Why am I surprised." A terrible thought struck him. "What did you hear?"
Mike and Misha traded looks. Mike stepped forward. "We know, Jared, that you are a spy." Misha nodded. Jared gaped.
"Oh, shit, guys, I can-"
"Don't bother," Misha said, "I know it's not a joke. I was a Pentagon-level security clearance when I worked in Washington. I called up a few of my friends- they confirmed it."
"You- worked in Washington?" Jared asked, momentarily distracted. Misha frowned at him.
"Of course I did, keep up."
"And now you work in a Buy More."
“I got bored,” Misha shrugged.
“And you- know. About me.”
"Yes," Mike said impatiently. An impatient Mike was a scary Mike. He'd once managed to switch all the TVs in the Buy More to Greek because Big Jim hadn't given him his lunch break soon enough, and they hadn't been able to change it back for a week.
"Well what do you- I'm sorry, what do you want, exactly?"
"We want you to take us to your superior," Misha said. "We're tired of the Buy More. We're ready for new adventures."
Jared blinked. Chris was going to kill him.
"After the wedding," Jared said. Mike and Misha exchanged a look, then nodded.
"Your terms are acceptable to us," Mike said.
"As long as we get an invitation to the wedding," Misha added.
Jared shook his head, and turned to walk into the house.
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Tom looked terrified standing at the alter as Jared walked Sophia towards him. Chad was surreptitiously wiping tears out of his eyes. Danneel sat in the back row, her face mostly obscured by a huge floppy hat. Mike and Misha sat towards the front next to Chris, grinning every time he glared at them. And then Jared made eye contact with Jensen, standing next to the other bridesmaids, and his breath left his body in a whoosh. Sophia looked up at the noise and grinned, and Jared grinned back.
"You look beautiful, Soph," he said, kissing her cheek as he handed her off to Tom before going to stand with the rest of Tom's groomsmen. He looked up to see Jensen watching him, and he flushed and grinned across the aisle. Jensen crossed his eyes, and Jared knew that whatever came next, whether or not he got the intersect out of his head or they had to fight an entire underground organization, he knew he could do it, as long as Jensen was at his side.
When he tried to tell Jensen this later, he rolled his eyes.
"You're such a twelve-year-old girl, Padalecki."
"But I'm your twelve-year-old girl, Ackles," Jared said, batting his eyes.
"Oh, you think so, huh?"
"Yeah, I think so," Jared said and Jensen laughed, pulling him down for a kiss. Yeah, Jared thought, we're gonna be fine.
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Epilogue
Danneel surveyed the room, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything. When she was satisfied that she hadn't, she laid two things on the nightstand; a package, addressed to Jared, with his Stanford degree inside and a note saying she'd explain everything, someday. On top of the package, she put a pair of flashy sunglasses she knew Jared wouldn't be able to resist. The note attached said "for a real spy". Smiling to herself, she turned to leave before the boys got out of their shower.
She waited just outside the window until she saw Jared put the glasses on, saw him stiffen and fall to the ground and saw Jensen rush to help him. Saw Jared get to his feet dazedly and shake his head, saw the realization dawn in his eyes. Satisfied that the intersect update was complete, she turned and sauntered into the night.
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