Fic: RPS AU: Across the Line
Title: Across the Line
Author: chasethecat
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Warnings: AU, and basically a PWP with schmoopy aspirations.
Words: 2669
Summary: "Every time their eyes meet the man grins at him, and Jensen can feel it down to his toes." [Hockey player!Jensen and figure skater!Jared. Yes, really.]
Disclaimer: This didn't happen.
A/N: Written for darci_marie for spn_holidays. I hope you like it, hon! Title from The Hockey Song by Stompin' Tom Connors.
Jensen picks up his duffel and walks out of the locker room, sitting down on the bench outside of the rink to watch the skaters while he waits for the rest of the team. He scans the rink, looking to see if Slutty Blonde is skating today, but he's distracted when someone spins past in front of him.
Figure skaters often take part in the free skates in the mornings, since they aren't very busy, but Jensen doesn't think he's ever seen this one before. No, he's sure he hasn't; he'd definitely remember seeing a giant figure skater. A gorgeous giant figure skater, he amends as the guy stops spinning around and Jensen gets a good look at him.
The guy grins at his partner as she skates towards him, laughing, and Jensen can't help but smile at them as they spin each other around, and the giant pretends to drop the girl. She laughs again and pushes him over, skating away. He gets up and chases after her, and there must've been a signal that Jensen missed, because by the time they hit the other side of the rink they've started into some kind of routine.
"I've always thought figure skaters were huge fags, but dude, that's the hugest fucking skating fag I've ever seen!"
Jensen hides his reaction, as he always does to those kind of comments, but the skater has circled close enough again to hear that, and Jensen sees him flinch when he overhears. Turning around to face the rest of the team, Jensen forces a grin. "He's probably had more action on the ice in the last ten minutes with that hottie partner than you have in the last week, Carter."
The rest of the team laugh and start insulting Carter's sex life as they head outside. Jensen looks back at the skater before he goes through the doors, throwing the man a shy smile and helpless shrug when he's caught watching.
***
The next morning, Jensen is watching the skaters again. This morning, though, Slutty Blonde hasn't even crossed his mind; his gaze hasn't drifted from yesterday's gorgeous skater, who looks even more gorgeous today.
Maybe because he keeps smiling at Jensen.
Every time their eyes meet the man grins at him, and Jensen can feel it down to his toes. God, that smile. Jensen's trying not to give himself away to the rest of the room, but he can't help but smile back every time.
By the time the rest of the team comes out of the locker room, the skater has started showing off, doing some jumps, and just as Jensen is turning around to follow the team out, the man seems to trip over his own skates, and actually flips over before he lands on his back on the ice. Jensen stands still, holding his breath, as the girl skates up to her partner, but lets out a relieved sigh as she just laughs and holds her hand out to help the man off the ice. The man sits up and uses the girl's hand to pull her down onto his lap, and then looks over at Jensen while she giggles and shrieks at him to let her up; he's blushing bright red but wearing a hopeful smile.
Jensen grins and shakes his head, and he's laughing quietly to himself as he follows the team out the door.
***
Two weeks later, and Jensen has been changing at the speed of light to get more time watching the skaters. The Skater. The guys have started making comments about his newfound interest, but since they've been assuming he's out here ogling Slutty Blonde, Jensen can't find it in himself to care.
The skater has stopped trying to show off, at this point; after his fourth fall, he seems to have decided it wasn't working. Now he skates around, halfheartedly practising and wholeheartedly turning Jensen into a puddle of goo with his smiles, and blushing every time his partner shoves him in Jensen's direction.
Jensen thinks about staying on the ice after practice, about waiting for the skater to show up, and he wants that, wants to talk to the man so much it makes him dizzy, but he's never been one for public displays, and he doesn't think he could be within touching distance without reaching out.
***
Three weeks in, and Jensen tells the team that he has an appointment at the dentist just across the street, that they should leave for breakfast without him, he'll just sit around and watch the skaters while he waits.
He does sit and watch, and he can see the confused but hopeful expression on the skater's face when Jensen's team leaves without him. He stands up after ten minutes, staring straight at the man, giving him as much of a come-hither look as he can in a skating rink at ten in the morning without feeling ridiculous, and makes sure the man is watching as Jensen heads slowly back into the locker room.
He sits on the bench in the middle of the room, feeling more and more foolish as time passes. He's about to leave, convinced that he's misunderstood, or the skater's just been playing with him, when the door opens slowly and the skater stands in the doorway looking awkward. He smiles shyly at Jensen and waves vaguely before looking down at his skates where he's digging a hole through the mat on the floor, and Jensen melts.
He stands and smiles, walking to stand in front of the man, and god, he'd expected to be shorter, but standing right in front of the man, still in his skates and straight and tall, Jensen feels dwarfed. He feels his breathing pick up as he stares into the man's eyes, and his breath catches in his throat when the man licks his lips.
The other man takes a deep breath, and stares down at his hand as he presses it lightly against Jensen's chest. "What's your name?" he asks softly, gaze flitting from Jensen's eyes to his lips when he licks them.
He grins and leans into the man's touch. "I'm Jensen."
The other man makes a soft noise as Jensen moves closer to him and moves his other hand up to wrap around Jensen's hip. Around his whole side, and god, who has hands that size?
He's tugged closer to the other man, and looks up into laughing eyes. "...huh?"
"I said, I'm Jared," he grins.
Jensen grins back and moves closer. "Real nice to meet you, Jared." His hand is in Jared's hair, and he's trying to figure out the mechanics of how girls manage to kiss someone so much taller than them when a door slams just beyond them and he realises they're still standing in the open doorway.
He clutches Jared's shirt in his hands, uses it to pull Jared out of the doorway and push him down against the wall beside it until he gets the idea and sits down on the bench beneath him. Jensen reaches back over to the closed door and turns the lock, smiling down at Jared.
Jared grins back and pulls Jensen down practically into his lap, and one hand makes its way back to squeeze Jensen's hip while the other cups Jensen's jaw, his thumb rubbing lightly over Jensen's lower lip.
Jensen closes his eyes and breathes deep, close enough to smell the mint on Jared's breath, to almost taste the salt of his sweat. He licks his lips and Jared makes a soft noise when Jensen's tongue meets Jared's thumb, which presses harder against Jensen's lip before disappearing, replaced moments later by Jared's lips.
Jensen wraps his arms around Jared and leans closer, one hand resting on Jared's lower back and the other twining into Jared's hair, pulling his head down and deepening the kiss. Jared's hand is squeezing his hip in rhythm with their tongues, and Jensen can hear himself groaning into Jared's mouth, can't help it, and underneath that he can hear the noises Jared is making, like he's trying not to moan and they're coming out breathy and kittenish, and Jensen has no idea how a man that size can sound so small, but he wants Jared to keep making those hot little noises, wants to be the one making Jared sound like that forever.
Jared breaks the kiss, presses his forehead against Jensen's and pants into his mouth. His hand moves from Jensen's hip, circles lightly on his stomach before pressing lower. "I want...can I..." Jared kisses the corner of Jensen's mouth and moves his hand down to cover Jensen's erection.
Jensen moans loudly, hand clenching in Jared's hair and hips pressing up against Jared's hand. "Please."
And then they're kissing again, more desperate than before, and it seems like Jared is taking his answer seriously, because he's tipped off the bench and before he can catch up to what's happening, he's on his back on the floor, Jared between his thighs, kissing his way down Jensen's neck.
Jensen's hands cling to Jared's back, run down his sides and back up to grip his hair, and he groans as Jared bites his collarbone lightly, pushes his shirt up and kisses and bites his way down Jensen's chest. He knows that he's talking, the noise a constant in the back of his mind, just a chorus of nonsense, "please" and "Jared" and "baby" and "perfect" and "yes, more, god, yes".
By the time Jared undoes Jensen's pants, pushes them down his hips and breathes onto his cock, Jensen's no longer saying anything, just moaning half words and panting and trying not to pull on Jared's hair, not to thrust into Jared's mouth like he wants to.
And then Jared's mouth is on his cock, hot and wet and heaven, and Jensen makes an embarrassing whining sound and almost stops breathing. From the way Jared had been acting before, Jensen had thought he probably didn't have a lot of experience with men, but god, he was wrong. So happily wrong, because Jared is amazing, tongue caressing under the head of his cock before Jared bends his head and he's surrounded, one hand pressing his hip to the ground, holding him steady, while the other strokes the base of his cock, fondles his balls and rubs the skin just behind them, and that's it. Jensen tugs on Jared's hair and Jared pulls off of his cock, still close enough that he can feel Jared's breath, and staring straight into his eyes as Jared pumps his cock once, twice and he's shaking and coming over himself and Jared's hand, on Jared's face and chest when he leans over and crawls up Jensen's body, one hand still slowly pumping Jensen's cock.
Jensen reaches out and cups Jared's face, pulls him close enough to kiss, one hand back in Jared's hair, the other rubbing Jensen's come into Jared's cheek and jaw. Jared moans into Jensen's mouth, pressing against him down the whole length of their bodies and thrusting against Jensen's stomach. Jensen's hand drifts from Jared's hair down his spine, stopping just above the swell of Jared's ass and stroking there.
"Hey, c'mon, let me..." Jensen starts, hand against Jared's shoulder urging him to roll off of Jensen so they can switch positions, but Jared just shakes his head and buries his face in the crook of Jensen's neck.
"Can't, just, please..." Jared moans, almost sobs, thrusting harder against Jensen. So Jensen reaches down and urges Jared to straddle one of his thighs, gives him something to thrust against. Jensen runs his hand down Jared's thigh, studies the way the muscles move just where Jared's thigh meets his ass as he presses himself against Jensen's hip. He traces the seam of Jared's jeans along his ass and down towards his balls and presses softly there, and then Jared is shaking and moaning and coming apart above him, biting into Jensen's shoulder almost hard enough to break through the skin and crowding himself impossibly close.
Jensen closes his eyes and runs a hand up and down Jared's back softly, trails his fingers through Jared's hair. Jared feels like he's practically melted into Jensen, he's so relaxed and boneless against him. That only lasts a few moments, though, and then Jared is tensing, and from the heat of Jared's skin against his, he thinks Jared is probably blushing.
"Hey," he rubs his face against Jared's hair, trying to urge Jared to look up at him.
Jared just makes an embarrassed sounding cough and presses his face into Jensen's shoulder, his skin getting even hotter against Jensen's neck.
Jensen thinks about forcing the issue, but if Jared really wants so stay pressed against him, who's he to argue? He returns to petting Jared's hair softly, and rubs his other hand down Jared's back and slips it into the back of Jared's pants, fondles his ass. Jared squeaks against him and then makes a sound Jensen can't interpret, surprise or pleasure or relief, and Jensen can feel him start to relax. Jensen considers finding whoever made Jared believe he isn't the most amazing, sexiest man ever so he can punch them in the face, because god, what is this? In what way is a guy wanting you so badly he can't even wait for a goddamn blowjob a bad thing, exactly?
Jensen is distracted from his thoughts as Jared lifts his head enough to find the mark he'd made earlier and licks it, sucks on it softly. Jensen hums in pleasure, presses Jared against him with both hands, and shivers when Jared sighs and it cools the saliva on his neck.
"Um," Jared says, finally lifting his head to look Jensen in the eye. "Sorry that was. I mean, sorry I wasn't..." Jared trails off looking awkward and embarrassed, and Jensen uses the hand still in Jared's hair to pull him down, kisses him once, chastely.
"You were so hot, Jared. God, do you know how many times I imagined that?" Jared smiles at that, looking pleased and embarrassed and a little like he thinks Jensen is humouring him, and yeah, someone definitely needs to get punched in the face.
They stay like that a few minutes, just kissing and touching, until Jared is completely relaxed against him again and grinning into Jensen's mouth when he tries to kiss him. "Hey, Jared. You think next time, maybe we could even lose some of our clothes?" Jensen grins up at him.
Jared laughs and leans down to kiss Jensen's jaw. "The skates, at least," he says into Jensen's neck.
"And maybe we could be somewhere that smells less? God, this mat is disgusting. How did we not notice that?"
"Oh, you mean that's not you?" Jared snickers into Jensen's neck. Jensen shoves Jared sideways and sits up, trying to look offended, but the way Jared is giggling at him he's pretty sure it isn't working. "Just so you know, that look would work a lot better if you weren't still hanging out of your pants," Jared says through his giggles, blushing again lightly.
Jensen gets his pants done up again and stares down at himself, and then gives Jared a once over. He shakes his head and laughs under his breath. "I suddenly remember why sex in public places is a bad idea in the middle of the day," he says, gesturing to the come staining the front of his shirt.
Jared glances down at himself and gives his pants a look of disgust that makes Jensen burst out laughing. "You got somewhere to be, Jared?"
"What? I...no?" Jared says, sounding confused and looking hopeful.
"You want to come home with me?" Jensen asks, and smiles when Jared grins and leans over to kiss him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do," Jared says, kissing him again.
Jensen has never met anyone who smiles so much when they kiss him, and he wonders if that means something. "Let's go home, then, Jared."
Author: chasethecat
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Warnings: AU, and basically a PWP with schmoopy aspirations.
Words: 2669
Summary: "Every time their eyes meet the man grins at him, and Jensen can feel it down to his toes." [Hockey player!Jensen and figure skater!Jared. Yes, really.]
Disclaimer: This didn't happen.
A/N: Written for darci_marie for spn_holidays. I hope you like it, hon! Title from The Hockey Song by Stompin' Tom Connors.
Jensen picks up his duffel and walks out of the locker room, sitting down on the bench outside of the rink to watch the skaters while he waits for the rest of the team. He scans the rink, looking to see if Slutty Blonde is skating today, but he's distracted when someone spins past in front of him.
Figure skaters often take part in the free skates in the mornings, since they aren't very busy, but Jensen doesn't think he's ever seen this one before. No, he's sure he hasn't; he'd definitely remember seeing a giant figure skater. A gorgeous giant figure skater, he amends as the guy stops spinning around and Jensen gets a good look at him.
The guy grins at his partner as she skates towards him, laughing, and Jensen can't help but smile at them as they spin each other around, and the giant pretends to drop the girl. She laughs again and pushes him over, skating away. He gets up and chases after her, and there must've been a signal that Jensen missed, because by the time they hit the other side of the rink they've started into some kind of routine.
"I've always thought figure skaters were huge fags, but dude, that's the hugest fucking skating fag I've ever seen!"
Jensen hides his reaction, as he always does to those kind of comments, but the skater has circled close enough again to hear that, and Jensen sees him flinch when he overhears. Turning around to face the rest of the team, Jensen forces a grin. "He's probably had more action on the ice in the last ten minutes with that hottie partner than you have in the last week, Carter."
The rest of the team laugh and start insulting Carter's sex life as they head outside. Jensen looks back at the skater before he goes through the doors, throwing the man a shy smile and helpless shrug when he's caught watching.
***
The next morning, Jensen is watching the skaters again. This morning, though, Slutty Blonde hasn't even crossed his mind; his gaze hasn't drifted from yesterday's gorgeous skater, who looks even more gorgeous today.
Maybe because he keeps smiling at Jensen.
Every time their eyes meet the man grins at him, and Jensen can feel it down to his toes. God, that smile. Jensen's trying not to give himself away to the rest of the room, but he can't help but smile back every time.
By the time the rest of the team comes out of the locker room, the skater has started showing off, doing some jumps, and just as Jensen is turning around to follow the team out, the man seems to trip over his own skates, and actually flips over before he lands on his back on the ice. Jensen stands still, holding his breath, as the girl skates up to her partner, but lets out a relieved sigh as she just laughs and holds her hand out to help the man off the ice. The man sits up and uses the girl's hand to pull her down onto his lap, and then looks over at Jensen while she giggles and shrieks at him to let her up; he's blushing bright red but wearing a hopeful smile.
Jensen grins and shakes his head, and he's laughing quietly to himself as he follows the team out the door.
***
Two weeks later, and Jensen has been changing at the speed of light to get more time watching the skaters. The Skater. The guys have started making comments about his newfound interest, but since they've been assuming he's out here ogling Slutty Blonde, Jensen can't find it in himself to care.
The skater has stopped trying to show off, at this point; after his fourth fall, he seems to have decided it wasn't working. Now he skates around, halfheartedly practising and wholeheartedly turning Jensen into a puddle of goo with his smiles, and blushing every time his partner shoves him in Jensen's direction.
Jensen thinks about staying on the ice after practice, about waiting for the skater to show up, and he wants that, wants to talk to the man so much it makes him dizzy, but he's never been one for public displays, and he doesn't think he could be within touching distance without reaching out.
***
Three weeks in, and Jensen tells the team that he has an appointment at the dentist just across the street, that they should leave for breakfast without him, he'll just sit around and watch the skaters while he waits.
He does sit and watch, and he can see the confused but hopeful expression on the skater's face when Jensen's team leaves without him. He stands up after ten minutes, staring straight at the man, giving him as much of a come-hither look as he can in a skating rink at ten in the morning without feeling ridiculous, and makes sure the man is watching as Jensen heads slowly back into the locker room.
He sits on the bench in the middle of the room, feeling more and more foolish as time passes. He's about to leave, convinced that he's misunderstood, or the skater's just been playing with him, when the door opens slowly and the skater stands in the doorway looking awkward. He smiles shyly at Jensen and waves vaguely before looking down at his skates where he's digging a hole through the mat on the floor, and Jensen melts.
He stands and smiles, walking to stand in front of the man, and god, he'd expected to be shorter, but standing right in front of the man, still in his skates and straight and tall, Jensen feels dwarfed. He feels his breathing pick up as he stares into the man's eyes, and his breath catches in his throat when the man licks his lips.
The other man takes a deep breath, and stares down at his hand as he presses it lightly against Jensen's chest. "What's your name?" he asks softly, gaze flitting from Jensen's eyes to his lips when he licks them.
He grins and leans into the man's touch. "I'm Jensen."
The other man makes a soft noise as Jensen moves closer to him and moves his other hand up to wrap around Jensen's hip. Around his whole side, and god, who has hands that size?
He's tugged closer to the other man, and looks up into laughing eyes. "...huh?"
"I said, I'm Jared," he grins.
Jensen grins back and moves closer. "Real nice to meet you, Jared." His hand is in Jared's hair, and he's trying to figure out the mechanics of how girls manage to kiss someone so much taller than them when a door slams just beyond them and he realises they're still standing in the open doorway.
He clutches Jared's shirt in his hands, uses it to pull Jared out of the doorway and push him down against the wall beside it until he gets the idea and sits down on the bench beneath him. Jensen reaches back over to the closed door and turns the lock, smiling down at Jared.
Jared grins back and pulls Jensen down practically into his lap, and one hand makes its way back to squeeze Jensen's hip while the other cups Jensen's jaw, his thumb rubbing lightly over Jensen's lower lip.
Jensen closes his eyes and breathes deep, close enough to smell the mint on Jared's breath, to almost taste the salt of his sweat. He licks his lips and Jared makes a soft noise when Jensen's tongue meets Jared's thumb, which presses harder against Jensen's lip before disappearing, replaced moments later by Jared's lips.
Jensen wraps his arms around Jared and leans closer, one hand resting on Jared's lower back and the other twining into Jared's hair, pulling his head down and deepening the kiss. Jared's hand is squeezing his hip in rhythm with their tongues, and Jensen can hear himself groaning into Jared's mouth, can't help it, and underneath that he can hear the noises Jared is making, like he's trying not to moan and they're coming out breathy and kittenish, and Jensen has no idea how a man that size can sound so small, but he wants Jared to keep making those hot little noises, wants to be the one making Jared sound like that forever.
Jared breaks the kiss, presses his forehead against Jensen's and pants into his mouth. His hand moves from Jensen's hip, circles lightly on his stomach before pressing lower. "I want...can I..." Jared kisses the corner of Jensen's mouth and moves his hand down to cover Jensen's erection.
Jensen moans loudly, hand clenching in Jared's hair and hips pressing up against Jared's hand. "Please."
And then they're kissing again, more desperate than before, and it seems like Jared is taking his answer seriously, because he's tipped off the bench and before he can catch up to what's happening, he's on his back on the floor, Jared between his thighs, kissing his way down Jensen's neck.
Jensen's hands cling to Jared's back, run down his sides and back up to grip his hair, and he groans as Jared bites his collarbone lightly, pushes his shirt up and kisses and bites his way down Jensen's chest. He knows that he's talking, the noise a constant in the back of his mind, just a chorus of nonsense, "please" and "Jared" and "baby" and "perfect" and "yes, more, god, yes".
By the time Jared undoes Jensen's pants, pushes them down his hips and breathes onto his cock, Jensen's no longer saying anything, just moaning half words and panting and trying not to pull on Jared's hair, not to thrust into Jared's mouth like he wants to.
And then Jared's mouth is on his cock, hot and wet and heaven, and Jensen makes an embarrassing whining sound and almost stops breathing. From the way Jared had been acting before, Jensen had thought he probably didn't have a lot of experience with men, but god, he was wrong. So happily wrong, because Jared is amazing, tongue caressing under the head of his cock before Jared bends his head and he's surrounded, one hand pressing his hip to the ground, holding him steady, while the other strokes the base of his cock, fondles his balls and rubs the skin just behind them, and that's it. Jensen tugs on Jared's hair and Jared pulls off of his cock, still close enough that he can feel Jared's breath, and staring straight into his eyes as Jared pumps his cock once, twice and he's shaking and coming over himself and Jared's hand, on Jared's face and chest when he leans over and crawls up Jensen's body, one hand still slowly pumping Jensen's cock.
Jensen reaches out and cups Jared's face, pulls him close enough to kiss, one hand back in Jared's hair, the other rubbing Jensen's come into Jared's cheek and jaw. Jared moans into Jensen's mouth, pressing against him down the whole length of their bodies and thrusting against Jensen's stomach. Jensen's hand drifts from Jared's hair down his spine, stopping just above the swell of Jared's ass and stroking there.
"Hey, c'mon, let me..." Jensen starts, hand against Jared's shoulder urging him to roll off of Jensen so they can switch positions, but Jared just shakes his head and buries his face in the crook of Jensen's neck.
"Can't, just, please..." Jared moans, almost sobs, thrusting harder against Jensen. So Jensen reaches down and urges Jared to straddle one of his thighs, gives him something to thrust against. Jensen runs his hand down Jared's thigh, studies the way the muscles move just where Jared's thigh meets his ass as he presses himself against Jensen's hip. He traces the seam of Jared's jeans along his ass and down towards his balls and presses softly there, and then Jared is shaking and moaning and coming apart above him, biting into Jensen's shoulder almost hard enough to break through the skin and crowding himself impossibly close.
Jensen closes his eyes and runs a hand up and down Jared's back softly, trails his fingers through Jared's hair. Jared feels like he's practically melted into Jensen, he's so relaxed and boneless against him. That only lasts a few moments, though, and then Jared is tensing, and from the heat of Jared's skin against his, he thinks Jared is probably blushing.
"Hey," he rubs his face against Jared's hair, trying to urge Jared to look up at him.
Jared just makes an embarrassed sounding cough and presses his face into Jensen's shoulder, his skin getting even hotter against Jensen's neck.
Jensen thinks about forcing the issue, but if Jared really wants so stay pressed against him, who's he to argue? He returns to petting Jared's hair softly, and rubs his other hand down Jared's back and slips it into the back of Jared's pants, fondles his ass. Jared squeaks against him and then makes a sound Jensen can't interpret, surprise or pleasure or relief, and Jensen can feel him start to relax. Jensen considers finding whoever made Jared believe he isn't the most amazing, sexiest man ever so he can punch them in the face, because god, what is this? In what way is a guy wanting you so badly he can't even wait for a goddamn blowjob a bad thing, exactly?
Jensen is distracted from his thoughts as Jared lifts his head enough to find the mark he'd made earlier and licks it, sucks on it softly. Jensen hums in pleasure, presses Jared against him with both hands, and shivers when Jared sighs and it cools the saliva on his neck.
"Um," Jared says, finally lifting his head to look Jensen in the eye. "Sorry that was. I mean, sorry I wasn't..." Jared trails off looking awkward and embarrassed, and Jensen uses the hand still in Jared's hair to pull him down, kisses him once, chastely.
"You were so hot, Jared. God, do you know how many times I imagined that?" Jared smiles at that, looking pleased and embarrassed and a little like he thinks Jensen is humouring him, and yeah, someone definitely needs to get punched in the face.
They stay like that a few minutes, just kissing and touching, until Jared is completely relaxed against him again and grinning into Jensen's mouth when he tries to kiss him. "Hey, Jared. You think next time, maybe we could even lose some of our clothes?" Jensen grins up at him.
Jared laughs and leans down to kiss Jensen's jaw. "The skates, at least," he says into Jensen's neck.
"And maybe we could be somewhere that smells less? God, this mat is disgusting. How did we not notice that?"
"Oh, you mean that's not you?" Jared snickers into Jensen's neck. Jensen shoves Jared sideways and sits up, trying to look offended, but the way Jared is giggling at him he's pretty sure it isn't working. "Just so you know, that look would work a lot better if you weren't still hanging out of your pants," Jared says through his giggles, blushing again lightly.
Jensen gets his pants done up again and stares down at himself, and then gives Jared a once over. He shakes his head and laughs under his breath. "I suddenly remember why sex in public places is a bad idea in the middle of the day," he says, gesturing to the come staining the front of his shirt.
Jared glances down at himself and gives his pants a look of disgust that makes Jensen burst out laughing. "You got somewhere to be, Jared?"
"What? I...no?" Jared says, sounding confused and looking hopeful.
"You want to come home with me?" Jensen asks, and smiles when Jared grins and leans over to kiss him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do," Jared says, kissing him again.
Jensen has never met anyone who smiles so much when they kiss him, and he wonders if that means something. "Let's go home, then, Jared."