Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Jared Can't Sing | NC-17 | 3030 words
Title: Jared Can't Sing
Author: dragonspell
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz. Schmoop. Lots and lots of schmoop.
Summary: Together, they make a pretty damn good team. But Jared’s having trouble finding that damn line again-that line that tells him where Jensen the best friend who secretly cuddles with Jared ends and where Jensen the fantastical sex object of Jared’s wet dreams begins.
Word Count: 3030
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Jared can’t sing. Oh, sure, he can sing like Happy Birthday or something basic but don’t ask him to do much more than that. He’ll murder it; he’ll make you want to murder him. That’s okay. He’s fine with it. Really. There is, after all, only so many talents a man can have. Jared figures that since he’s pretty much got the market cornered on pen-twirling and cup-stacking (his specialty is Styrofoam), he’ll just have to be okay with not being able to sing.
Besides, Jensen can sing. Jensen’s awesome at singing. So, by extension, that kind of means that Jared’s awesome at singing, too. Vicariously. Jensen’s also dominated the competition in the ‘pretty’ category, too, so Jared figures he can have that, as well.
Not that Jensen’s aware of any of this. Oh sure, he’s aware of the “what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours” attitude of Jared’s, but Jensen doesn’t think he’s a good singer. Or pretty.
Jared thinks that Jensen’s blind.
After all, how exactly could a man miss that for 30 years? Okay, so when you have to actually live with your face, you might not find it quite as attractive as say…your co-star who got whapped with the clue-by-four after the first meeting. Jared knows that Jensen’s pretty. So, maybe that’s all that matters.
And Jensen at least knows that he’s not terrible at singing. He’s just rather shy about expressing otherwise. Jared can get that. He understands. If there’s something else that Jensen is besides a talented singer and a gorgeous guy, it’s a bit of a shy recluse. That’s okay. Jared can deal with that, too.
Because Jared…doesn’t really have any sense of personal boundaries. Oh, he can learn that there’s a line and where it exists for some people but he doesn’t really get it. Jared would happily gather up his favorite people into a great big hug and hold them just like that for the rest of his life. They could go everywhere together and it would just be GREAT.
Jared’s aware that Jensen would consider that more of a ‘worst nightmare’ scenario.
That’s really why they work, though, as far as Jared’s concerned. Opposites attract and all that. So if Jensen’s a bit of hermit and Jared’s a clingy monkey, hey-they can work with that. Jared’s even got Jensen down to not only accepting but returning his random hugs throughout the day.
…Just as long as they’re not in public.
That’s okay. Because behind closed doors, Jensen’s turned into a regular cuddle bug. Jared loves it because it feeds right into his neurosises (which may not be exactly healthy but at least it keeps him happy). Jensen keeps him well-fed like that.
There’ll be times that Jared will just be chilling on the couch, watching TV, maybe even feeling a little bit sorry for himself, and Jensen will appear out of nowhere, sidling up next to him. He doesn’t sit on the other end of the couch or even in a neighboring chair like he used to, but now opts for right up next to Jared, usually directly underneath whatever arm Jared’s got propped up. Sometimes, Jensen gives him a little warning look, telling him not to say anything or Jensen’s gone but usually he’s just pretends that it’s completely normal for two full-grown men to take up only one and a half of 3 couch cushions. He just sits down next to Jared and starts watching the game or complaining about Jared’s choice of programming. Jared lives for those moments-even with the complaining.
“Dude. I can’t believe you watch this crap.” Jensen’s voice is a low, amused rumble at Jared’s side.
“Dude!” Jared protests. As per the rules, he’s not mentioning where Jensen’s decided to seat himself, but that hasn’t stopped his hand for pointing it out for him. It’s inching closer and closer to Jensen’s shoulder and Jared imagines that he can feel the heat of Jensen’s skin through the black t-shirt that Jensen’s wearing. “Take a little pride in your work! You were in this!”
Jensen slants him a look, lips quirking into a smile. “That doesn’t mean it’s good.”
“Whatever. You’re just upset that you’re never going to be that young again.” Jensen doesn’t have a quick comeback for that-just a snort and an upwards eye roll. Jared decides to count that as a victory even if he’s well aware that he lost the minute that he bought the box set. He’s certainly not going to tell Jensen the real reason why he ended up buying Dark Angel and now spends his free time watching it. If he did, he pretty much could guarantee that Jensen wouldn’t be randomly snuggling up to him anymore and well, that’s something that Jared can’t work with.
It’s not his fault that he finds his co-star pretty. He’d have to be blind and deaf not to find Jensen attractive on some level or another because Jensen’s not only pretty but he also sounds pretty and since Jared has full use out of both of those senses, he’s fully aware of Jensen’s appeal. Hell, Jensen smells pretty, too, though luckily Jared’s managing not doing the creepy stalker thing and leaning over to sniff Jensen’s hair right now but it’s a near thing.
Besides, Jared’s always had a bit of a thing for falling for his co-stars. It’s normal enough-happens when you spend so much time together and, well, doing scenes together? Is more than just a little bit like having sex with each other, just there tends to be more clothes involved. In Sam and Dean’s case there’s a lot more clothes involved.
Which would probably be why Jensen’s only wearing a thin, well-washed, black t-shirt today with his gray sweatpants. After spending most of the week in layer upon layer of shirts and coats and whatever else the costume department throws at them, Jensen and Jared both kind of agree that on Sundays, clothes really need to be minimal. Why bother getting dressed up anyway if you don’t have to? This wouldn’t be a problem, either, if only Jared didn’t know that Jensen extended this minimalist philosophy to underwear as well. Just on Sundays.
So Jared knows that Jensen’s sitting directly beside him-dare he say ‘cuddled’?-in nothing but a thin layer of clothes and probably no underwear. It’s not exactly Jared’s idea of a bad time-quite the opposite actually-but he’s having trouble finding that damn line again-that line that tells him where Jensen the best friend who secretly cuddles with Jared ends and where Jensen the fantastical sex object of Jared’s wet dreams begins.
So instead, Jared gives his libido a firm shake and sends it off to the corner to sulk. He’s not going to mess this up. It took him literally years to get Jensen comfortable enough to cuddle with him. So he focuses again on the screen, watching Jessica Alba lecture hot-ass Jensen on the evils of fighting. Or something. He’s not quite clear on the details. He just knows that between Jessica and Jensen, there is a whole lot of pouty lips action going on and that’s fantastic. Jared shifts on the couch, trying to subtly adjust himself in his jeans.
Jensen’s grinning at the screen, no doubt reliving some little in-joke that happened on set during shooting and Jared breathes a sigh of relief as he tilts again. There is absolutely no reason why he should be feeling disappointed right now.
Somebody apparently needs to tell his stupid dick that falling for your co-star is not the brightest thing to do. It never seems to work out, especially once the show is over. Also, very male, very straight co-stars have a tendency not to be overly receptive. Jared thinks that he should just be happy with what he has. After all, Jensen’s a very talented and all around great guy. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with him?
The fact that Jensen’s got the prettiest mouth he’s ever seen-and that’s including Jessica Alba’s-shouldn’t factor into this. Outside of Jared’s jerk-off fantasies, of course.
“Problem?” Jensen rumbles and Jared’s heart skips a beat. Jensen’s got his green eyes slanted towards Jared and he’s arching an eyebrow. “Told you this shit was boring, dude. We should watch the Spurs or something before you fall asleep.”
Jared wrinkles his nose. “I don’t think it’s boring. Watching a recorded game, that would be boring.” Unfortunately, the Spurs weren’t playing today. They’d been playing yesterday. Which would be why it was no contest between watching a game whose scores he already knew and watching twink-tastic Jensen parade around on screen.
Jensen shrugs. “Just sayin’.” And Jensen’s really fucking pretty when he’s ‘just sayin’.’ Jared’s starting to map out the freckles and wondering what they’d taste like when he forces himself to look away. Jared fumbles for the remote and pushes the volume a little higher. Jessica’s saying something, he’s not quite sure what and hey, there’s Michael Weatherly in the wheelchair.
The remote is ripped out of Jared’s hand and he thinks he hears it thump behind the couch just as the TV goes dark. “Hey!” he protests, turning to glare at Jensen. Pissy little bitch…
“This isn’t the episode you want,” Jensen says and that’s really all the warning that Jared gets before Jensen is getting up and suddenly straddling Jared’s lap. Anything Jared was about to say goes right out the damn window as his heart stops in his chest and his dick starts to throb, straining to reach Jensen.
“…it’s not?” Jared whispers, sounding desperately pathetic but pretty damn sure he’d sound worse if he tried again. The line that he'd been so desperately trying to find? Totally fucking lost now.
“No.” Jensen’s grinning down at Jared like he knows something Jared doesn’t and he’s got Jared so spun around Jared can’t tell which way is up anymore. “It’s not.” Then Jensen’s leaning back to pull off his t-shirt, baring his smooth abs and Jared can’t even stop his whimper.
This is like wet dream territory times ten. Times ten because yeah, he’s thought of this particular scenario before-lots of times before-but he’s never felt the heat of Jensen above him or the press of his thighs and God, he’s close enough to freaking touch. So Jared does the only thing he can think of.
He reaches over and pinches himself. “OW!”
Jensen stares at him, eyebrows pulled down in a confused and slightly pained look. “Seriously?”
Jared shrugs. He’s got nothing. He’s got a half-naked Jensen Ackles on top of him, apparently on the same page Jared’s been stuck on for the past four years and his first thought was to check to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Again. Yes, he really is that pathetic.
“Dude, you’re pathetic.” Jensen says, echoing Jared’s thoughts as he leans forward. “You were really going to make me wait forever, weren’t you?”
Jared squeaks. “What?” His hands are apparently the only part of him besides his dick that’s with the program, though. They settle at Jensen’s waist, feeling the smooth warm skin as they lightly brush over his hip bones, unable to stop touching.
“You, dude.” Jensen presses a soft kiss to Jared’s mouth that steals all the oxygen from the air. “All those ‘casual brushes’ and deliberate teases…” There’s another kiss and Jared’s lips are tingling. He wets them with his tongue, watching the way Jensen’s eyes go dark. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Honestly? Jared doesn’t want to fuck up the mood by answering that question, though, so, for once, he’s really going to opt for saying nothing. He doesn’t want to tell Jensen about the apparently non-existent line and how well Jared thought he was following it. Luckily, Jensen seems content enough to let the subject drop when Jared surges forward for a proper kiss. God yes. Jared licks inside of Jensen’s mouth and Jensen moans as he grinds downward.
Jensen’s squirming on top of him and Jared’s all but dry-humping him back as he skims his fingers along all the skin that Jensen has bared for him and tries his damnedest to tongue-fuck Jensen into submission. Jensen fights him ever step of the way, though and he’s got the height advantage, so he ends up pressing Jared back against the couch, his elbows digging into the cushions on either side of Jared’s head. “This why you bought the whole set, Jared?” he teases. He sinks his hands into Jared’s hair, holding Jared still while he kisses along Jared’s jaw to his ear. “This why you watch it every weekend?”
Jared whines-fucking whines. Jeez. Let’s just toss ALL dignity to the wind. He tries to roll Jensen over, to get him flat on his back but Jensen’s not having it. He laughs and maintains his position reaching out to nip at Jared’s ear. Jared sucks in a breath and hisses, “I bought Devour for the damn sex scene,” startling another laugh out of Jensen.
“Now that’s pathetic,” he mumbles and finally-fucking finally-comes back to Jared’s mouth, parting his lips as he allows Jared back inside. He relaxes against Jared, releasing the tension previously holding him up and lets himself settle onto of Jared. When Jared wraps his arms around him, he willingly moves closer, arching his back to accommodate the new position.
Jared nips at Jensen’s bottom lip before surging upward and twisting, forcing Jensen onto his back on the couch as Jared covers him. Jensen moans, opening his mouth wider and brings his leg up wrap around Jared’s waist.
“God, Jen…” Jared rocks against Jensen before shoving a hand between their bodies, fumbling for Jensen’s crotch. He skims his fingers of the soft knit of Jensen’s pants before finally grabbing a hold of the thick dick underneath.
“Yeah,” Jensen whispers, arching upward. “Yeah…” Just like Jared had thought, he’s not wearing underwear, and Jared thinks he could come just from watching Jensen writhing underneath him. He can’t bear to look away from Jensen’s face-the way his eyes are narrowed and the way he’s biting his lip-so he fumbles a bit trying to force his way into Jensen’s uncooperating sweats. He pulls at the loose fabric, trying to yank it down even as he shoves his hand underneath it. Jensen knots his fingers in Jared’s hair and turns his face to the side, as Jared skates along over smooth skin and a rough trail of hair to finally grip the silky hotness of Jensen’s cock.
Shuddering, Jensen jerks upward and rolls his hips into Jared’s hand as Jared leans down to shove his tongue back into Jensen’s mouth. Jensen moans again, muttering words that Jared can’t make out besides the “Jay” and the “yes” and he’s pulling at Jared’s hair, hands alternately clenching and unclenching.
Jared feels like he’s about to shatter into a million fucking pieces and he can’t wait any longer. He reaches up and yanks one of Jensen’s hands from his hair, shoving it between them to rest on the fly of his jeans. “God…” he breathes.
“Yeah, Jay, got you,” Jensen mutters, unsnapping the button with a quick flick of his wrist and that’s all it takes for Jared to start seeing stars. He shakes as he comes, his world falling apart as he drenches the insides of his boxers.
“God, that’s so fucking hot…” Jared hears just before he collapses on top of Jensen, going as limp as a rag doll. Tension drains out of his body, a warm satisfaction overtaking him even as he has the absurd urge to pinch himself again. But Jensen’s wiggling beneath him pleading with him to “please, please, God, Jay, yeah” do something so Jared breathes a contented sigh into Jensen’s neck and strokes the hard length in his hand. Jensen cries out and arches upward again, giving in and going with the movement as Jared speeds up into a fast rhythm.
Then Jensen’s shuddering and biting his lip as he turns to bury his face in the couch cushion, his dick jerking in Jared’s hand. Jensen spends himself and then shivers, jerking every now and then with an aftershock before reaching down to still Jared’s strokes. “Fuck…” he says and yeah, that sounds about right. Then he smiles and stretches. “That was good.”
Jared’s not about to disagree with that. But he’s just got this one question… “Did we…?”
“Yes,” Jensen answers, not bothering to look at him. “And because I got sick of waiting around for you to make the first move.”
“Oh.” Jared pushes himself up, rising to kneel on the couch. He stares down at Jensen’s debauched form on the couch and tries desperately to connect the sex god underneath him to Jensen, the amazingly great friend.
Jensen freezes, his eyes widening. “This is…this is okay, right?” he asks, sounding unsure of himself for the first time today and looking possibly ready to panic.
Jared pins him with a hand on his shoulder because there’s only one thing he’s sure of right now and that is that yeah, this is definitely okay. He just doesn’t quite know how to say it so instead he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Jensen’s lips. Jensen kisses him back, soft and sweet, and when Jared pulls away, Jensen’s smiling again. “Uh, yeah,” Jared says, trying to voice it. “Yeah, it’s okay.” It’s better than okay. It’s fucking fantastic but Jared’s pretty damn sure he can’t say that right now without it coming out like an over enthusiastic puppy’s bark so he’s not even going to try.
It doesn’t matter, though, because Jensen understands and he’s laughing again. Jared thinks that making Jensen laugh has got to be one of the best talents in the damn world. Something else to make up for the fact that he can’t sing.
So yeah. Jared can’t sing but he can make Jensen laugh and really, what other talent could you possibly need? Besides, Jensen can sing and together, Jared thinks that they make a pretty damn good team.
Author: dragonspell
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz. Schmoop. Lots and lots of schmoop.
Summary: Together, they make a pretty damn good team. But Jared’s having trouble finding that damn line again-that line that tells him where Jensen the best friend who secretly cuddles with Jared ends and where Jensen the fantastical sex object of Jared’s wet dreams begins.
Word Count: 3030
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Jared can’t sing. Oh, sure, he can sing like Happy Birthday or something basic but don’t ask him to do much more than that. He’ll murder it; he’ll make you want to murder him. That’s okay. He’s fine with it. Really. There is, after all, only so many talents a man can have. Jared figures that since he’s pretty much got the market cornered on pen-twirling and cup-stacking (his specialty is Styrofoam), he’ll just have to be okay with not being able to sing.
Besides, Jensen can sing. Jensen’s awesome at singing. So, by extension, that kind of means that Jared’s awesome at singing, too. Vicariously. Jensen’s also dominated the competition in the ‘pretty’ category, too, so Jared figures he can have that, as well.
Not that Jensen’s aware of any of this. Oh sure, he’s aware of the “what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours” attitude of Jared’s, but Jensen doesn’t think he’s a good singer. Or pretty.
Jared thinks that Jensen’s blind.
After all, how exactly could a man miss that for 30 years? Okay, so when you have to actually live with your face, you might not find it quite as attractive as say…your co-star who got whapped with the clue-by-four after the first meeting. Jared knows that Jensen’s pretty. So, maybe that’s all that matters.
And Jensen at least knows that he’s not terrible at singing. He’s just rather shy about expressing otherwise. Jared can get that. He understands. If there’s something else that Jensen is besides a talented singer and a gorgeous guy, it’s a bit of a shy recluse. That’s okay. Jared can deal with that, too.
Because Jared…doesn’t really have any sense of personal boundaries. Oh, he can learn that there’s a line and where it exists for some people but he doesn’t really get it. Jared would happily gather up his favorite people into a great big hug and hold them just like that for the rest of his life. They could go everywhere together and it would just be GREAT.
Jared’s aware that Jensen would consider that more of a ‘worst nightmare’ scenario.
That’s really why they work, though, as far as Jared’s concerned. Opposites attract and all that. So if Jensen’s a bit of hermit and Jared’s a clingy monkey, hey-they can work with that. Jared’s even got Jensen down to not only accepting but returning his random hugs throughout the day.
…Just as long as they’re not in public.
That’s okay. Because behind closed doors, Jensen’s turned into a regular cuddle bug. Jared loves it because it feeds right into his neurosises (which may not be exactly healthy but at least it keeps him happy). Jensen keeps him well-fed like that.
There’ll be times that Jared will just be chilling on the couch, watching TV, maybe even feeling a little bit sorry for himself, and Jensen will appear out of nowhere, sidling up next to him. He doesn’t sit on the other end of the couch or even in a neighboring chair like he used to, but now opts for right up next to Jared, usually directly underneath whatever arm Jared’s got propped up. Sometimes, Jensen gives him a little warning look, telling him not to say anything or Jensen’s gone but usually he’s just pretends that it’s completely normal for two full-grown men to take up only one and a half of 3 couch cushions. He just sits down next to Jared and starts watching the game or complaining about Jared’s choice of programming. Jared lives for those moments-even with the complaining.
“Dude. I can’t believe you watch this crap.” Jensen’s voice is a low, amused rumble at Jared’s side.
“Dude!” Jared protests. As per the rules, he’s not mentioning where Jensen’s decided to seat himself, but that hasn’t stopped his hand for pointing it out for him. It’s inching closer and closer to Jensen’s shoulder and Jared imagines that he can feel the heat of Jensen’s skin through the black t-shirt that Jensen’s wearing. “Take a little pride in your work! You were in this!”
Jensen slants him a look, lips quirking into a smile. “That doesn’t mean it’s good.”
“Whatever. You’re just upset that you’re never going to be that young again.” Jensen doesn’t have a quick comeback for that-just a snort and an upwards eye roll. Jared decides to count that as a victory even if he’s well aware that he lost the minute that he bought the box set. He’s certainly not going to tell Jensen the real reason why he ended up buying Dark Angel and now spends his free time watching it. If he did, he pretty much could guarantee that Jensen wouldn’t be randomly snuggling up to him anymore and well, that’s something that Jared can’t work with.
It’s not his fault that he finds his co-star pretty. He’d have to be blind and deaf not to find Jensen attractive on some level or another because Jensen’s not only pretty but he also sounds pretty and since Jared has full use out of both of those senses, he’s fully aware of Jensen’s appeal. Hell, Jensen smells pretty, too, though luckily Jared’s managing not doing the creepy stalker thing and leaning over to sniff Jensen’s hair right now but it’s a near thing.
Besides, Jared’s always had a bit of a thing for falling for his co-stars. It’s normal enough-happens when you spend so much time together and, well, doing scenes together? Is more than just a little bit like having sex with each other, just there tends to be more clothes involved. In Sam and Dean’s case there’s a lot more clothes involved.
Which would probably be why Jensen’s only wearing a thin, well-washed, black t-shirt today with his gray sweatpants. After spending most of the week in layer upon layer of shirts and coats and whatever else the costume department throws at them, Jensen and Jared both kind of agree that on Sundays, clothes really need to be minimal. Why bother getting dressed up anyway if you don’t have to? This wouldn’t be a problem, either, if only Jared didn’t know that Jensen extended this minimalist philosophy to underwear as well. Just on Sundays.
So Jared knows that Jensen’s sitting directly beside him-dare he say ‘cuddled’?-in nothing but a thin layer of clothes and probably no underwear. It’s not exactly Jared’s idea of a bad time-quite the opposite actually-but he’s having trouble finding that damn line again-that line that tells him where Jensen the best friend who secretly cuddles with Jared ends and where Jensen the fantastical sex object of Jared’s wet dreams begins.
So instead, Jared gives his libido a firm shake and sends it off to the corner to sulk. He’s not going to mess this up. It took him literally years to get Jensen comfortable enough to cuddle with him. So he focuses again on the screen, watching Jessica Alba lecture hot-ass Jensen on the evils of fighting. Or something. He’s not quite clear on the details. He just knows that between Jessica and Jensen, there is a whole lot of pouty lips action going on and that’s fantastic. Jared shifts on the couch, trying to subtly adjust himself in his jeans.
Jensen’s grinning at the screen, no doubt reliving some little in-joke that happened on set during shooting and Jared breathes a sigh of relief as he tilts again. There is absolutely no reason why he should be feeling disappointed right now.
Somebody apparently needs to tell his stupid dick that falling for your co-star is not the brightest thing to do. It never seems to work out, especially once the show is over. Also, very male, very straight co-stars have a tendency not to be overly receptive. Jared thinks that he should just be happy with what he has. After all, Jensen’s a very talented and all around great guy. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with him?
The fact that Jensen’s got the prettiest mouth he’s ever seen-and that’s including Jessica Alba’s-shouldn’t factor into this. Outside of Jared’s jerk-off fantasies, of course.
“Problem?” Jensen rumbles and Jared’s heart skips a beat. Jensen’s got his green eyes slanted towards Jared and he’s arching an eyebrow. “Told you this shit was boring, dude. We should watch the Spurs or something before you fall asleep.”
Jared wrinkles his nose. “I don’t think it’s boring. Watching a recorded game, that would be boring.” Unfortunately, the Spurs weren’t playing today. They’d been playing yesterday. Which would be why it was no contest between watching a game whose scores he already knew and watching twink-tastic Jensen parade around on screen.
Jensen shrugs. “Just sayin’.” And Jensen’s really fucking pretty when he’s ‘just sayin’.’ Jared’s starting to map out the freckles and wondering what they’d taste like when he forces himself to look away. Jared fumbles for the remote and pushes the volume a little higher. Jessica’s saying something, he’s not quite sure what and hey, there’s Michael Weatherly in the wheelchair.
The remote is ripped out of Jared’s hand and he thinks he hears it thump behind the couch just as the TV goes dark. “Hey!” he protests, turning to glare at Jensen. Pissy little bitch…
“This isn’t the episode you want,” Jensen says and that’s really all the warning that Jared gets before Jensen is getting up and suddenly straddling Jared’s lap. Anything Jared was about to say goes right out the damn window as his heart stops in his chest and his dick starts to throb, straining to reach Jensen.
“…it’s not?” Jared whispers, sounding desperately pathetic but pretty damn sure he’d sound worse if he tried again. The line that he'd been so desperately trying to find? Totally fucking lost now.
“No.” Jensen’s grinning down at Jared like he knows something Jared doesn’t and he’s got Jared so spun around Jared can’t tell which way is up anymore. “It’s not.” Then Jensen’s leaning back to pull off his t-shirt, baring his smooth abs and Jared can’t even stop his whimper.
This is like wet dream territory times ten. Times ten because yeah, he’s thought of this particular scenario before-lots of times before-but he’s never felt the heat of Jensen above him or the press of his thighs and God, he’s close enough to freaking touch. So Jared does the only thing he can think of.
He reaches over and pinches himself. “OW!”
Jensen stares at him, eyebrows pulled down in a confused and slightly pained look. “Seriously?”
Jared shrugs. He’s got nothing. He’s got a half-naked Jensen Ackles on top of him, apparently on the same page Jared’s been stuck on for the past four years and his first thought was to check to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Again. Yes, he really is that pathetic.
“Dude, you’re pathetic.” Jensen says, echoing Jared’s thoughts as he leans forward. “You were really going to make me wait forever, weren’t you?”
Jared squeaks. “What?” His hands are apparently the only part of him besides his dick that’s with the program, though. They settle at Jensen’s waist, feeling the smooth warm skin as they lightly brush over his hip bones, unable to stop touching.
“You, dude.” Jensen presses a soft kiss to Jared’s mouth that steals all the oxygen from the air. “All those ‘casual brushes’ and deliberate teases…” There’s another kiss and Jared’s lips are tingling. He wets them with his tongue, watching the way Jensen’s eyes go dark. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Honestly? Jared doesn’t want to fuck up the mood by answering that question, though, so, for once, he’s really going to opt for saying nothing. He doesn’t want to tell Jensen about the apparently non-existent line and how well Jared thought he was following it. Luckily, Jensen seems content enough to let the subject drop when Jared surges forward for a proper kiss. God yes. Jared licks inside of Jensen’s mouth and Jensen moans as he grinds downward.
Jensen’s squirming on top of him and Jared’s all but dry-humping him back as he skims his fingers along all the skin that Jensen has bared for him and tries his damnedest to tongue-fuck Jensen into submission. Jensen fights him ever step of the way, though and he’s got the height advantage, so he ends up pressing Jared back against the couch, his elbows digging into the cushions on either side of Jared’s head. “This why you bought the whole set, Jared?” he teases. He sinks his hands into Jared’s hair, holding Jared still while he kisses along Jared’s jaw to his ear. “This why you watch it every weekend?”
Jared whines-fucking whines. Jeez. Let’s just toss ALL dignity to the wind. He tries to roll Jensen over, to get him flat on his back but Jensen’s not having it. He laughs and maintains his position reaching out to nip at Jared’s ear. Jared sucks in a breath and hisses, “I bought Devour for the damn sex scene,” startling another laugh out of Jensen.
“Now that’s pathetic,” he mumbles and finally-fucking finally-comes back to Jared’s mouth, parting his lips as he allows Jared back inside. He relaxes against Jared, releasing the tension previously holding him up and lets himself settle onto of Jared. When Jared wraps his arms around him, he willingly moves closer, arching his back to accommodate the new position.
Jared nips at Jensen’s bottom lip before surging upward and twisting, forcing Jensen onto his back on the couch as Jared covers him. Jensen moans, opening his mouth wider and brings his leg up wrap around Jared’s waist.
“God, Jen…” Jared rocks against Jensen before shoving a hand between their bodies, fumbling for Jensen’s crotch. He skims his fingers of the soft knit of Jensen’s pants before finally grabbing a hold of the thick dick underneath.
“Yeah,” Jensen whispers, arching upward. “Yeah…” Just like Jared had thought, he’s not wearing underwear, and Jared thinks he could come just from watching Jensen writhing underneath him. He can’t bear to look away from Jensen’s face-the way his eyes are narrowed and the way he’s biting his lip-so he fumbles a bit trying to force his way into Jensen’s uncooperating sweats. He pulls at the loose fabric, trying to yank it down even as he shoves his hand underneath it. Jensen knots his fingers in Jared’s hair and turns his face to the side, as Jared skates along over smooth skin and a rough trail of hair to finally grip the silky hotness of Jensen’s cock.
Shuddering, Jensen jerks upward and rolls his hips into Jared’s hand as Jared leans down to shove his tongue back into Jensen’s mouth. Jensen moans again, muttering words that Jared can’t make out besides the “Jay” and the “yes” and he’s pulling at Jared’s hair, hands alternately clenching and unclenching.
Jared feels like he’s about to shatter into a million fucking pieces and he can’t wait any longer. He reaches up and yanks one of Jensen’s hands from his hair, shoving it between them to rest on the fly of his jeans. “God…” he breathes.
“Yeah, Jay, got you,” Jensen mutters, unsnapping the button with a quick flick of his wrist and that’s all it takes for Jared to start seeing stars. He shakes as he comes, his world falling apart as he drenches the insides of his boxers.
“God, that’s so fucking hot…” Jared hears just before he collapses on top of Jensen, going as limp as a rag doll. Tension drains out of his body, a warm satisfaction overtaking him even as he has the absurd urge to pinch himself again. But Jensen’s wiggling beneath him pleading with him to “please, please, God, Jay, yeah” do something so Jared breathes a contented sigh into Jensen’s neck and strokes the hard length in his hand. Jensen cries out and arches upward again, giving in and going with the movement as Jared speeds up into a fast rhythm.
Then Jensen’s shuddering and biting his lip as he turns to bury his face in the couch cushion, his dick jerking in Jared’s hand. Jensen spends himself and then shivers, jerking every now and then with an aftershock before reaching down to still Jared’s strokes. “Fuck…” he says and yeah, that sounds about right. Then he smiles and stretches. “That was good.”
Jared’s not about to disagree with that. But he’s just got this one question… “Did we…?”
“Yes,” Jensen answers, not bothering to look at him. “And because I got sick of waiting around for you to make the first move.”
“Oh.” Jared pushes himself up, rising to kneel on the couch. He stares down at Jensen’s debauched form on the couch and tries desperately to connect the sex god underneath him to Jensen, the amazingly great friend.
Jensen freezes, his eyes widening. “This is…this is okay, right?” he asks, sounding unsure of himself for the first time today and looking possibly ready to panic.
Jared pins him with a hand on his shoulder because there’s only one thing he’s sure of right now and that is that yeah, this is definitely okay. He just doesn’t quite know how to say it so instead he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Jensen’s lips. Jensen kisses him back, soft and sweet, and when Jared pulls away, Jensen’s smiling again. “Uh, yeah,” Jared says, trying to voice it. “Yeah, it’s okay.” It’s better than okay. It’s fucking fantastic but Jared’s pretty damn sure he can’t say that right now without it coming out like an over enthusiastic puppy’s bark so he’s not even going to try.
It doesn’t matter, though, because Jensen understands and he’s laughing again. Jared thinks that making Jensen laugh has got to be one of the best talents in the damn world. Something else to make up for the fact that he can’t sing.
So yeah. Jared can’t sing but he can make Jensen laugh and really, what other talent could you possibly need? Besides, Jensen can sing and together, Jared thinks that they make a pretty damn good team.