<3 Why I'm Talking to You Timestamp <3
Title: That Time They Both Need It
Words: 3300
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared's just as busy as Jensen these days and they don't get much time together.
Notes: Timestamp to Why I'm Talking to You.
It’s just past midnight when Jensen comes through the door. A few lights are still on in the condo and he stops in the kitchen first, yanking at the knot in his tie to loosen it more than he had in the car.
It’s been a long night of schmoozing a new client, he and Randy going all out at the town’s newest seafood restaurant followed by a few hours at a cigar bar. He knows his clothes reek of the smoke and the liquor has made him tired and groggy rather than loose and happy. The last week has been nothing but late hours to prepare their pitch on top of his already busy schedule, and while the evening had gone rather well, he’s more than happy to be done with all the planning and just wait for an answer.
The coffee maker’s still on with little more than a cup left in the carafe. He pulls it out and considers finishing it off, but it’s begun to burn and he wonders how long it’s been sitting there. The counter’s got a few things out of place that he decides to leave for the morning. There’s no way he can handle it now, and he turns off the lights before heading down the far hallway.
There’s a dim light on in the bedroom and he barely stops as he passes, not wanting to interrupt if Jared’s still up. Jared’s been running himself ragged the last few weeks, too, and Jensen figures his own night out gave Jared the quiet and space he needs.
The bathroom’s light on, too, but he can’t complain because he needs a quick shower to get the cigar grime off his skin and out of his hair. He doesn’t do much beyond scrub some shampoo through his hair for a few seconds and wash everything off his skin, then dries off quickly and wraps the towel around his waist. He shucks his dirty clothes into the wicker hamper in the corner of the spacious bathroom, tucks a few things back into place in the medicine cabinet, and grabs his toothbrush and toothpaste to brush his teeth. As he stares in the mirror, he can see dark circles under his eyes and the crease in his forehead seems deeper than it was last week. When he’s done with his teeth, he tugs at a few places on his face, then gives himself a pathetic smile that’s more like a frown, and heads to the walk-in closet, trying to be quiet for Jared’s sake, who’s sitting up in bed in a worn-out shirt to sleep.
Jensen pulls on a pair of sleep pants and slips a few hangers to the side as he thinks about clothes for tomorrow. With a sigh, he closes his eyes and shoves the few pieces to the side, suddenly not wanting to make any more decisions for the night.
In the bedroom, Jared’s sitting back against the padded headboard, legs under the covers, and a thick textbook in his hands. His head is hanging low as he reads with a pencil held between his teeth and a pink highlighter in his hand, marking up a page before he turns to the next one. The lamp on the bedside table isn’t all too bright, but Jensen’s happy to see Jared’s wearing his reading glasses to get through the book.
Pulling the pencil away from his mouth, Jared reaches for the coffee cup on the side table and takes a drink before putting it back, rather close to the edge. Jensen goes to it and grabs the mug, sniffing and flinching at the cold, stale smell.
“It’s fine,” Jared mumbles before putting the pencil back between his lips.
“It’s gonna chew your stomach up,” Jensen replies flatly. But he smiles a little as he leans in to kiss the side of Jared’s head. “How long have you been at it?”
Jared flips another page and purses his lips. “Two hundred pages.”
Jensen looks at the book and while he can’t read many of the words without his own glasses, he can see yellow highlighter mixing with pink. He tugs at the book cover so he can read the title and frowns. “I thought you already went through this one.”
“And I’m going through it again.”
The reply isn’t tense, so much as it’s without humor. Jensen knows that Jared’s stressed, far beyond anything Jensen had seen while Jared was cramming through finals or worrying over finding a job. This is Jared worrying over tests and his job, as he studies book after book after book in the hopes he can ace his Professional Engineer exam and become registered. It not only will earn him more money, but more responsibilities and keep him on his career track. Not to mention, bring about pride at work and respect from his co-workers.
As Jensen goes to the kitchen to pour out the old coffee and pour a glass of water as a replacement, he thinks about the fact that he’s not worried Jared won’t pass. Jared’s insanely smart, graduated with high marks from MIT, and landed a job at an engineering firm that’s not only well known in Boston, but is also highly regarded across the country. Jensen’s just worried about any anxiety Jared creates for himself as he continues with his regular workload that begs for 10-plus-hour days while studying late into the night. He’s burning the candle at both ends, and while Jensen knows how that goes, of course he’s worried.
Back in the bedroom, he puts the glass down on the table to a hum from Jared in thanks, then he slides into the other side of the bed and faces Jared. There’s no movement from Jared’s side except for more pages turning and a few sighs when he runs his fingers over the same passage repeatedly.
“Jared,” Jensen says quietly.
“Hmm,” he replies without looking up.
“How much longer you gonna be at this?” he asks. He tries to say it softly, because he’s more curious - maybe more worried for Jared - than he is bothered by the light.
Jared takes the pencil from his mouth and makes a few notes in the margin. “I can turn the light down.”
Jensen smiles. “Then how’re you gonna see?”
“I can go to the living room,” Jared mumbles.
“No, it’s fine.” Jensen turns to his bedside table and plays with his alarm clock. “What time are you getting up?”
“Early.”
“Earlier than normal?”
Jared shrugs and chews on his bottom lip as he keeps reading. “What time are you?”
“Maybe seven,” he says as he sets the clock for five, for Jared.
Another page turns. “Going in late?”
“I’ll sleep at work if I don’t give myself a chance tonight,” Jensen jokes as he turns back to his side to face Jared again. He rests against his pillow and watches Jared continue reading. He’s feeling sleepy, sure, but he hasn’t seen much of Jared lately without a book in his hand. The only semi-normal time between them is when they got ready for work around each other, mostly in tired silence.
It’s been like this all week, and while he understands, he’s not happy with it.
Jensen shifts forward, sets his arm over Jared’s legs, and kisses his hip before settling in next to him. “G’night,” he murmurs.
Nearly a minute passes before he feels Jared’s hand on his back, fingers slowly moving back and forth. There’s a rustle of the book dropping to Jared’s lap and then a soft but long sigh.
“What’d you eat?” Jared asks as his hand rubs across Jensen’s shoulder.
“Catfish,” Jensen mumbles. “With a garlic and butter sauce.”
“Any good?”
“The roasted potatoes were nice,” he answers with a smile as he tucks his hand around Jared’s far leg. “Really good wine and great service. I’ll take you there when you pass.”
“If I pass,” Jared grumbles.
“You’ll be fine.”
“You don’t know that,” he replies moodily.
Jensen takes a deep breath so he doesn’t sigh, and then he rises enough to grab Jared’s book and drop it to the side of the bed, despite Jared’s protests. “Alright, you’re done for the night,” he says with a small smile. He reaches across Jared, turns off the touch lamp, and lies back down and pulls Jared close, even if he’s still sitting up.
Jared’s hand slides over Jensen’s head, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry.”
Kissing Jared’s hip again, Jensen says, “It’s okay. I get it.”
Jared pushes his legs out and thumps his head against the headboard. He pulls his glasses off, noisily drops them on the side table, and takes a long sip of water. After a few moments, he slides down in bed and right up against Jensen, wrapping his arms around him like they tend to sleep all tied up together.
“Hi,” Jared murmurs before kissing Jensen. “I miss you.”
Jensen smiles against his mouth. “I miss you, too.”
“I’m stupidly stressed, and I’m sorry.”
Jensen kisses him softly. “I know, and it’s okay.”
Jared runs his hand down Jensen’s back and slides his fingers under the waistband of Jensen’s pants, like he tends to do. But then he takes in a quick breath and presses his forehead against Jensen’s as he flips his fingers against the elastic waistband. “Is this all you have on?”
“Maybe,” he lightly teases as he rests his hand beneath the back of Jared’s shirt.
Without a word, Jared pushes his leg between Jensen’s and his hand further inside his pants to squeeze at Jensen’s bare ass. He takes Jensen’s mouth and slips his tongue inside, winding quick, and ramping Jensen right up with his heart pounding at the immediate feel of Jared all around him.
When Jared’s finger slides down Jensen’s crack, Jensen hums and pushes against Jared’s body, his own nerves going hot when he their dicks brush against each other.
“Can I?” Jared whispers.
This is the most energy Jensen’s seen in Jared for weeks, always run down with reading and memorizing and writing out all his notes, and it’s definitely the most they’ve touched in just as long. “I just showered,” he lamely argues, not meaning a bit of it. When Jared’s eyes drop a little, Jensen kisses him and says, “Of course.”
Jared moves to the table and pulls the lube out, and gives a shocked huff when Jensen pulls off his pants and straddles Jared’s hips without question. Jensen leans forward to kiss, tongue thick along with Jared’s as they kiss in long strides like they haven’t in a long while. He keens forward when Jared’s slick finger presses at his hole, but then he pushes back to Jared’s hand and clenches his eyes shut when Jared’s finger slides in.
There’s some light coming in through the windows, moonlight that puts them both into a dark blue glow. He can still see Jared’s eyes widen like he’s more awake than he’s been in months. Jensen smiles at him before Jared puts a second finger in, and Jensen has to swallow and hold his breath for a second.
“This is gonna feel so good,” Jared murmurs in wonder.
Jensen moves down to kiss. “Better than taking care of yourself?”
Jared laughs and tucks his fingers in tight, leaning up to kiss Jensen as Jensen rocks back onto Jared’s hand.
There’s no way to deny how good it feels to be right here, with Jared touching him like this, but Jensen focuses more on how good it is to hear Jared laugh. He softly smiles as he presses both of his hands to Jared’s neck then runs them up to hold his face, thumbing at his cheeks. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” he warns with a smirk.
“I won’t,” Jared assures him as his fingers slide faster. “I can’t promise I won’t right after.”
“Okay, alright,” Jensen chuckles as he sits up, resting his hands on Jared’s chest. “Let’s do this so we don’t even chance it.”
Jared pulls his fingers out, pulls his boxers down, and slicks up his dick before pressing it to Jensen’s hole. His eyes slip shut and he bites his lower lip as Jensen leans back into it and Jared slides inside him.
Jensen shifts with his knees tight against Jared’s ribs and he breathes heavily. It definitely feels like ages since they’ve done this, but he’s glad they are now. He almost doesn’t want to move, just to stay right here with Jared buried deep, with Jared’s hands running up and down his legs then his hands squeezing at Jensen’s hips.
“God,” Jared sighs. “Feel so good.” He brings his knees up and tips his hips.
Jensen swears Jared’s deeper than ever before, and he starts to lift up and roll his hips, drawing a hiss from Jared as he pushes his head back into the pillows and opens his eyes to watch where Jensen move in his lap. Jensen leans back to increase the angle and lifts himself up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.
Jared’s face twists and he bites down so hard on his lip, Jensen waits for it split open. He’s sure Jared won’t last, giving how long it’s been and how fried his brain’s been, unable to focus on anything but the way Jensen slowly fucks himself. Jensen keeps rutting his hips to feel Jared fill him up so deep and make his skin go hot, sweat building everywhere.
“Oh, God, keep doing that, you feel so good,” Jared pants, breath cutting off between every few words. Jensen keeps on sliding over Jared’s dick, arching his back with the angle, and then he hisses when Jared’s hand runs up Jensen’s dick. Jensen’s rhythm hitches, but he tries to roll his hips on the way down and Jared squeezes Jensen’s dick as his breath gets shallow and quick. “Yeah, right like that,” he murmurs then starts to fist Jensen steadily.
“Yes, Jared, yes,” Jensen hisses when Jared’s hand gets faster. Jensen pumps his hips faster to get more of Jared’s hand and more of Jared inside.
Jared pushes up into Jensen, hips hitting Jensen’s ass, and then he mumbles yeah, yeah, oh yeah, and snaps his hips up hard and comes. As his hips stutter through it, his hand moves slower, but it’s enough for Jensen and he follows, shooting up his belly as he leans back on Jared’s knees. Jared breathes hard, chest rising with the effort, and she slowly brings his hand up to Jared’s stomach and runs it over Jensen’s come.
“God, I needed that,” Jared sighs.
Jensen smiles and rests his hand over Jared’s. “We both did.”
Jared runs his thumb across the side of Jensen’s hand and lazily smiles. “When I’m done with this test, we’re having lots of sex,” he declares.
Rising off of Jared, Jensen leans forward to wetly kiss him. “I can’t argue with that.” After some more lazy kissing, Jensen asks, “You awake enough to clean up?”
“Only if you help,” Jared replies with a light smack to Jensen’s ass.
They take a quick shower to rinse off, Jared’s fingers roaming across Jensen’s body and Jensen setting tiny kisses along Jared’s shoulders. Jensen’s aware they’re still a bit damp when they get back into bed, but he loves the feel of Jared’s cool skin on his as they fall asleep.
They don’t sleep long, though, with the alarm waking them both at five, Jensen still wrapped up in Jared’s arms and legs. After the alarm buzzes a dozen or so times, Jared reaches over Jensen to hit snooze, and then tugs Jensen back in, kissing at Jensen’s neck and keeping his head buried there. Jensen shifts closer and lets himself fall back asleep.
The alarm goes off again at ten after, and Jared again hits snooze.
“You said you were going in early,” Jensen mumbles.
“Ten more minutes,” Jared murmurs back.
Jensen’s not up for broken sleep as Jared might snooze his way through the morning, but he’s not really up for letting Jared move either.
When the alarm sounds again, Jared actually turns it off, but doesn’t get up. Jensen nudges Jared away. “C’mon, get up.”
Jared hums and kisses Jensen’s shoulder, keeping his mouth there as he asks, “Can you order dinner in. There’s no way I wanna do anything tonight.”
Jensen runs a hand through Jared’s hair, fingers pushing it away from his face. “If you get up now so I can sleep again, sure.”
“Okay, fine,” he complains as he jumps out of bed, but Jensen can see the small smile Jared’s got as he goes.
The extra sleep Jensen manages isn’t much to keep him all that alert throughout the day, and come quarter to four, he asks Danneel to call Turner’s.
“I doubt they can get you in before eight,” she says oddly from the doorway to his office. “You know how crazy they get.”
“To go,” he specifies as he pulls his glasses off and tosses them to the desk. “Get our regular.”
“It’s been a long week.”
Jensen nods. “For us both.”
“Aww, you’re so cute,” she mocks. “Taking care of your man.”
He doesn’t have the energy to glare at her and instead rolls his eyes while he smiles. “Yes, I’m taking care of Jared.”
“You could go the whole nine yards,” she suggests. “And order the food yourself.”
“And I could get myself a new assistant,” he replies with a smirk to match hers.
“That threat doesn’t do anything anymore.”
Jensen shakes his head and runs a hand over his head. “How about please? Can you please order for me?”
She playfully rolls her eyes. “I guess I can.”
“Thank you,” he nods. “See if they can make it for five o’clock.”
“Really?”
“I’m going home early,” he says with force and a tired look.
Danneel makes a thoughtful face then nods. “Good for you.”
Jensen’s home with the food for nearly half an hour before Jared comes in, dropping into the couch next to Jensen.
Jared looks more run down than he had the day before, or the one before that, and Jensen frowns at him.
“At least it’s Friday,” Jensen offers.
Jared leans hard into Jensen so his face is pressed just under Jensen’s arm resting at the top of the couch. “But Monday’s gonna come too quick,” he whines.
Jensen chuckles and pulls Jared in closer. “You hungry? I got Turner’s.”
Lifting his head to look at Jensen, Jared asks hopefully, “Potatoes?”
“Extra just for you.”
“I love you,” Jared murmurs and shifts to rest more comfortably. “Will you feed me?”
“No, I will not,” Jensen replies with another chuckle. He threads his fingers through Jared’s hair and watches Jared watch the TV, which has a sitcom rerun that Jensen was filling his time with. “Are you studying tonight?”
“I can’t. My brain’s gonna explode. I just wanna eat and veg out all night.”
They veg on the couch just like Jared had wanted, complete with extremely bad TV and only leaving the couch for the bathroom when they absolutely can’t hold it any longer. It’s not a typical Friday night; they’re usually up and out for dinner - big or small - or drinks later at night to wind down from the week. Spending the evening like this feels like a waste compared to how much they run around every other day.
Two more weeks until Jared’s exam, Jensen thinks, and then they can go back to normal. Though he won’t lie that he kind of likes this right here, with Jared tucked in next to him the whole time.
Words: 3300
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared's just as busy as Jensen these days and they don't get much time together.
Notes: Timestamp to Why I'm Talking to You.
It’s just past midnight when Jensen comes through the door. A few lights are still on in the condo and he stops in the kitchen first, yanking at the knot in his tie to loosen it more than he had in the car.
It’s been a long night of schmoozing a new client, he and Randy going all out at the town’s newest seafood restaurant followed by a few hours at a cigar bar. He knows his clothes reek of the smoke and the liquor has made him tired and groggy rather than loose and happy. The last week has been nothing but late hours to prepare their pitch on top of his already busy schedule, and while the evening had gone rather well, he’s more than happy to be done with all the planning and just wait for an answer.
The coffee maker’s still on with little more than a cup left in the carafe. He pulls it out and considers finishing it off, but it’s begun to burn and he wonders how long it’s been sitting there. The counter’s got a few things out of place that he decides to leave for the morning. There’s no way he can handle it now, and he turns off the lights before heading down the far hallway.
There’s a dim light on in the bedroom and he barely stops as he passes, not wanting to interrupt if Jared’s still up. Jared’s been running himself ragged the last few weeks, too, and Jensen figures his own night out gave Jared the quiet and space he needs.
The bathroom’s light on, too, but he can’t complain because he needs a quick shower to get the cigar grime off his skin and out of his hair. He doesn’t do much beyond scrub some shampoo through his hair for a few seconds and wash everything off his skin, then dries off quickly and wraps the towel around his waist. He shucks his dirty clothes into the wicker hamper in the corner of the spacious bathroom, tucks a few things back into place in the medicine cabinet, and grabs his toothbrush and toothpaste to brush his teeth. As he stares in the mirror, he can see dark circles under his eyes and the crease in his forehead seems deeper than it was last week. When he’s done with his teeth, he tugs at a few places on his face, then gives himself a pathetic smile that’s more like a frown, and heads to the walk-in closet, trying to be quiet for Jared’s sake, who’s sitting up in bed in a worn-out shirt to sleep.
Jensen pulls on a pair of sleep pants and slips a few hangers to the side as he thinks about clothes for tomorrow. With a sigh, he closes his eyes and shoves the few pieces to the side, suddenly not wanting to make any more decisions for the night.
In the bedroom, Jared’s sitting back against the padded headboard, legs under the covers, and a thick textbook in his hands. His head is hanging low as he reads with a pencil held between his teeth and a pink highlighter in his hand, marking up a page before he turns to the next one. The lamp on the bedside table isn’t all too bright, but Jensen’s happy to see Jared’s wearing his reading glasses to get through the book.
Pulling the pencil away from his mouth, Jared reaches for the coffee cup on the side table and takes a drink before putting it back, rather close to the edge. Jensen goes to it and grabs the mug, sniffing and flinching at the cold, stale smell.
“It’s fine,” Jared mumbles before putting the pencil back between his lips.
“It’s gonna chew your stomach up,” Jensen replies flatly. But he smiles a little as he leans in to kiss the side of Jared’s head. “How long have you been at it?”
Jared flips another page and purses his lips. “Two hundred pages.”
Jensen looks at the book and while he can’t read many of the words without his own glasses, he can see yellow highlighter mixing with pink. He tugs at the book cover so he can read the title and frowns. “I thought you already went through this one.”
“And I’m going through it again.”
The reply isn’t tense, so much as it’s without humor. Jensen knows that Jared’s stressed, far beyond anything Jensen had seen while Jared was cramming through finals or worrying over finding a job. This is Jared worrying over tests and his job, as he studies book after book after book in the hopes he can ace his Professional Engineer exam and become registered. It not only will earn him more money, but more responsibilities and keep him on his career track. Not to mention, bring about pride at work and respect from his co-workers.
As Jensen goes to the kitchen to pour out the old coffee and pour a glass of water as a replacement, he thinks about the fact that he’s not worried Jared won’t pass. Jared’s insanely smart, graduated with high marks from MIT, and landed a job at an engineering firm that’s not only well known in Boston, but is also highly regarded across the country. Jensen’s just worried about any anxiety Jared creates for himself as he continues with his regular workload that begs for 10-plus-hour days while studying late into the night. He’s burning the candle at both ends, and while Jensen knows how that goes, of course he’s worried.
Back in the bedroom, he puts the glass down on the table to a hum from Jared in thanks, then he slides into the other side of the bed and faces Jared. There’s no movement from Jared’s side except for more pages turning and a few sighs when he runs his fingers over the same passage repeatedly.
“Jared,” Jensen says quietly.
“Hmm,” he replies without looking up.
“How much longer you gonna be at this?” he asks. He tries to say it softly, because he’s more curious - maybe more worried for Jared - than he is bothered by the light.
Jared takes the pencil from his mouth and makes a few notes in the margin. “I can turn the light down.”
Jensen smiles. “Then how’re you gonna see?”
“I can go to the living room,” Jared mumbles.
“No, it’s fine.” Jensen turns to his bedside table and plays with his alarm clock. “What time are you getting up?”
“Early.”
“Earlier than normal?”
Jared shrugs and chews on his bottom lip as he keeps reading. “What time are you?”
“Maybe seven,” he says as he sets the clock for five, for Jared.
Another page turns. “Going in late?”
“I’ll sleep at work if I don’t give myself a chance tonight,” Jensen jokes as he turns back to his side to face Jared again. He rests against his pillow and watches Jared continue reading. He’s feeling sleepy, sure, but he hasn’t seen much of Jared lately without a book in his hand. The only semi-normal time between them is when they got ready for work around each other, mostly in tired silence.
It’s been like this all week, and while he understands, he’s not happy with it.
Jensen shifts forward, sets his arm over Jared’s legs, and kisses his hip before settling in next to him. “G’night,” he murmurs.
Nearly a minute passes before he feels Jared’s hand on his back, fingers slowly moving back and forth. There’s a rustle of the book dropping to Jared’s lap and then a soft but long sigh.
“What’d you eat?” Jared asks as his hand rubs across Jensen’s shoulder.
“Catfish,” Jensen mumbles. “With a garlic and butter sauce.”
“Any good?”
“The roasted potatoes were nice,” he answers with a smile as he tucks his hand around Jared’s far leg. “Really good wine and great service. I’ll take you there when you pass.”
“If I pass,” Jared grumbles.
“You’ll be fine.”
“You don’t know that,” he replies moodily.
Jensen takes a deep breath so he doesn’t sigh, and then he rises enough to grab Jared’s book and drop it to the side of the bed, despite Jared’s protests. “Alright, you’re done for the night,” he says with a small smile. He reaches across Jared, turns off the touch lamp, and lies back down and pulls Jared close, even if he’s still sitting up.
Jared’s hand slides over Jensen’s head, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry.”
Kissing Jared’s hip again, Jensen says, “It’s okay. I get it.”
Jared pushes his legs out and thumps his head against the headboard. He pulls his glasses off, noisily drops them on the side table, and takes a long sip of water. After a few moments, he slides down in bed and right up against Jensen, wrapping his arms around him like they tend to sleep all tied up together.
“Hi,” Jared murmurs before kissing Jensen. “I miss you.”
Jensen smiles against his mouth. “I miss you, too.”
“I’m stupidly stressed, and I’m sorry.”
Jensen kisses him softly. “I know, and it’s okay.”
Jared runs his hand down Jensen’s back and slides his fingers under the waistband of Jensen’s pants, like he tends to do. But then he takes in a quick breath and presses his forehead against Jensen’s as he flips his fingers against the elastic waistband. “Is this all you have on?”
“Maybe,” he lightly teases as he rests his hand beneath the back of Jared’s shirt.
Without a word, Jared pushes his leg between Jensen’s and his hand further inside his pants to squeeze at Jensen’s bare ass. He takes Jensen’s mouth and slips his tongue inside, winding quick, and ramping Jensen right up with his heart pounding at the immediate feel of Jared all around him.
When Jared’s finger slides down Jensen’s crack, Jensen hums and pushes against Jared’s body, his own nerves going hot when he their dicks brush against each other.
“Can I?” Jared whispers.
This is the most energy Jensen’s seen in Jared for weeks, always run down with reading and memorizing and writing out all his notes, and it’s definitely the most they’ve touched in just as long. “I just showered,” he lamely argues, not meaning a bit of it. When Jared’s eyes drop a little, Jensen kisses him and says, “Of course.”
Jared moves to the table and pulls the lube out, and gives a shocked huff when Jensen pulls off his pants and straddles Jared’s hips without question. Jensen leans forward to kiss, tongue thick along with Jared’s as they kiss in long strides like they haven’t in a long while. He keens forward when Jared’s slick finger presses at his hole, but then he pushes back to Jared’s hand and clenches his eyes shut when Jared’s finger slides in.
There’s some light coming in through the windows, moonlight that puts them both into a dark blue glow. He can still see Jared’s eyes widen like he’s more awake than he’s been in months. Jensen smiles at him before Jared puts a second finger in, and Jensen has to swallow and hold his breath for a second.
“This is gonna feel so good,” Jared murmurs in wonder.
Jensen moves down to kiss. “Better than taking care of yourself?”
Jared laughs and tucks his fingers in tight, leaning up to kiss Jensen as Jensen rocks back onto Jared’s hand.
There’s no way to deny how good it feels to be right here, with Jared touching him like this, but Jensen focuses more on how good it is to hear Jared laugh. He softly smiles as he presses both of his hands to Jared’s neck then runs them up to hold his face, thumbing at his cheeks. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” he warns with a smirk.
“I won’t,” Jared assures him as his fingers slide faster. “I can’t promise I won’t right after.”
“Okay, alright,” Jensen chuckles as he sits up, resting his hands on Jared’s chest. “Let’s do this so we don’t even chance it.”
Jared pulls his fingers out, pulls his boxers down, and slicks up his dick before pressing it to Jensen’s hole. His eyes slip shut and he bites his lower lip as Jensen leans back into it and Jared slides inside him.
Jensen shifts with his knees tight against Jared’s ribs and he breathes heavily. It definitely feels like ages since they’ve done this, but he’s glad they are now. He almost doesn’t want to move, just to stay right here with Jared buried deep, with Jared’s hands running up and down his legs then his hands squeezing at Jensen’s hips.
“God,” Jared sighs. “Feel so good.” He brings his knees up and tips his hips.
Jensen swears Jared’s deeper than ever before, and he starts to lift up and roll his hips, drawing a hiss from Jared as he pushes his head back into the pillows and opens his eyes to watch where Jensen move in his lap. Jensen leans back to increase the angle and lifts himself up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.
Jared’s face twists and he bites down so hard on his lip, Jensen waits for it split open. He’s sure Jared won’t last, giving how long it’s been and how fried his brain’s been, unable to focus on anything but the way Jensen slowly fucks himself. Jensen keeps rutting his hips to feel Jared fill him up so deep and make his skin go hot, sweat building everywhere.
“Oh, God, keep doing that, you feel so good,” Jared pants, breath cutting off between every few words. Jensen keeps on sliding over Jared’s dick, arching his back with the angle, and then he hisses when Jared’s hand runs up Jensen’s dick. Jensen’s rhythm hitches, but he tries to roll his hips on the way down and Jared squeezes Jensen’s dick as his breath gets shallow and quick. “Yeah, right like that,” he murmurs then starts to fist Jensen steadily.
“Yes, Jared, yes,” Jensen hisses when Jared’s hand gets faster. Jensen pumps his hips faster to get more of Jared’s hand and more of Jared inside.
Jared pushes up into Jensen, hips hitting Jensen’s ass, and then he mumbles yeah, yeah, oh yeah, and snaps his hips up hard and comes. As his hips stutter through it, his hand moves slower, but it’s enough for Jensen and he follows, shooting up his belly as he leans back on Jared’s knees. Jared breathes hard, chest rising with the effort, and she slowly brings his hand up to Jared’s stomach and runs it over Jensen’s come.
“God, I needed that,” Jared sighs.
Jensen smiles and rests his hand over Jared’s. “We both did.”
Jared runs his thumb across the side of Jensen’s hand and lazily smiles. “When I’m done with this test, we’re having lots of sex,” he declares.
Rising off of Jared, Jensen leans forward to wetly kiss him. “I can’t argue with that.” After some more lazy kissing, Jensen asks, “You awake enough to clean up?”
“Only if you help,” Jared replies with a light smack to Jensen’s ass.
They take a quick shower to rinse off, Jared’s fingers roaming across Jensen’s body and Jensen setting tiny kisses along Jared’s shoulders. Jensen’s aware they’re still a bit damp when they get back into bed, but he loves the feel of Jared’s cool skin on his as they fall asleep.
They don’t sleep long, though, with the alarm waking them both at five, Jensen still wrapped up in Jared’s arms and legs. After the alarm buzzes a dozen or so times, Jared reaches over Jensen to hit snooze, and then tugs Jensen back in, kissing at Jensen’s neck and keeping his head buried there. Jensen shifts closer and lets himself fall back asleep.
The alarm goes off again at ten after, and Jared again hits snooze.
“You said you were going in early,” Jensen mumbles.
“Ten more minutes,” Jared murmurs back.
Jensen’s not up for broken sleep as Jared might snooze his way through the morning, but he’s not really up for letting Jared move either.
When the alarm sounds again, Jared actually turns it off, but doesn’t get up. Jensen nudges Jared away. “C’mon, get up.”
Jared hums and kisses Jensen’s shoulder, keeping his mouth there as he asks, “Can you order dinner in. There’s no way I wanna do anything tonight.”
Jensen runs a hand through Jared’s hair, fingers pushing it away from his face. “If you get up now so I can sleep again, sure.”
“Okay, fine,” he complains as he jumps out of bed, but Jensen can see the small smile Jared’s got as he goes.
The extra sleep Jensen manages isn’t much to keep him all that alert throughout the day, and come quarter to four, he asks Danneel to call Turner’s.
“I doubt they can get you in before eight,” she says oddly from the doorway to his office. “You know how crazy they get.”
“To go,” he specifies as he pulls his glasses off and tosses them to the desk. “Get our regular.”
“It’s been a long week.”
Jensen nods. “For us both.”
“Aww, you’re so cute,” she mocks. “Taking care of your man.”
He doesn’t have the energy to glare at her and instead rolls his eyes while he smiles. “Yes, I’m taking care of Jared.”
“You could go the whole nine yards,” she suggests. “And order the food yourself.”
“And I could get myself a new assistant,” he replies with a smirk to match hers.
“That threat doesn’t do anything anymore.”
Jensen shakes his head and runs a hand over his head. “How about please? Can you please order for me?”
She playfully rolls her eyes. “I guess I can.”
“Thank you,” he nods. “See if they can make it for five o’clock.”
“Really?”
“I’m going home early,” he says with force and a tired look.
Danneel makes a thoughtful face then nods. “Good for you.”
Jensen’s home with the food for nearly half an hour before Jared comes in, dropping into the couch next to Jensen.
Jared looks more run down than he had the day before, or the one before that, and Jensen frowns at him.
“At least it’s Friday,” Jensen offers.
Jared leans hard into Jensen so his face is pressed just under Jensen’s arm resting at the top of the couch. “But Monday’s gonna come too quick,” he whines.
Jensen chuckles and pulls Jared in closer. “You hungry? I got Turner’s.”
Lifting his head to look at Jensen, Jared asks hopefully, “Potatoes?”
“Extra just for you.”
“I love you,” Jared murmurs and shifts to rest more comfortably. “Will you feed me?”
“No, I will not,” Jensen replies with another chuckle. He threads his fingers through Jared’s hair and watches Jared watch the TV, which has a sitcom rerun that Jensen was filling his time with. “Are you studying tonight?”
“I can’t. My brain’s gonna explode. I just wanna eat and veg out all night.”
They veg on the couch just like Jared had wanted, complete with extremely bad TV and only leaving the couch for the bathroom when they absolutely can’t hold it any longer. It’s not a typical Friday night; they’re usually up and out for dinner - big or small - or drinks later at night to wind down from the week. Spending the evening like this feels like a waste compared to how much they run around every other day.
Two more weeks until Jared’s exam, Jensen thinks, and then they can go back to normal. Though he won’t lie that he kind of likes this right here, with Jared tucked in next to him the whole time.