OMG IT'S OVER. WOW. I'm posting the fic in its entirety, all three parts in one post. It's easier this way.
we might as well be strangers
Jared/Jensen
NC-17
9,700 words total
Jared buys Jensen kittens for his birthday. Everything changes.
I CAN'T BELIEVE I FINISHED THIS. I've never written anything this long or something I like this much. Ever. I'm so proud of this fic, guys. Once again, I wanna thank
lvlysnidrus because she's awesome and
honeyone for helping me with EVERYTHING. Seriously, I wouldn't have been able to do this without you! This is also my entry for
vitamin_fic for May!
PS! I'm leaving tomorrow for a three day trip, so I won't get to all comments right away! But thanks in advance. :D
Jared knows Jensen loves Sadie and Harley, but the truth is, Jensen really isn't a dog person. It's nothing personal, he just doesn't have the patience it takes to train and care for a dog of any kind. There's nothing wrong with that. Owning a dog isn't for everyone. But Jared really thinks that Jensen needs a pet to keep him company. Something that he can bring to set and keep in his trailer without worrying that it'll wreck everything. Something that's calm and content just lazing around and keeping itself entertained for extended periods of time.
Jared tilts his head, thinking for a moment, then practically bounces on his feet as he comes up with the most perfect idea ever. Jensen's birthday is coming up anyways and Jared knows just what to get him. He grabs his phone and presses the six, pulling up a familiar number on speed dial. Jensen's going to love him for this. It's going to be awesome.
~~~~~~
Jared doesn't bother waiting in the van for Jensen the morning of his birthday. He walks right in the front door, basket in one hand, a small bag of supplies in the other. The rest of the supplies are in the van, but they'd give away the surprise, so Jared'll bring them in in a moment.
"Jenny, get your fat ass down here!" he shouts, setting the basket down gently on the kitchen table. The bag he sets in one of the chairs, out of sight.
Jensen comes down a few moments later, in jeans and a dark green henley. "Dude, what?" he says, then stares at the basket. "Jared?"
Jared's bouncing on his heels with glee. He throws his arms around Jensen, trying not to let out an unmanly giggle. "Happy Birthday, asshole!"
Jensen laughs softly and hugs him back. "Thanks, man. What's in the basket?"
Jared had to tie it shut with string because it kept opening. Silly things. "Open it!"
Biting his lip, Jensen walks forward to do so. He slowly pulls the string undone, then gingerly lifts off the top. He lets out a sharp, surprised gasp when he sees what's inside.
"Dude, you didn't! I mean. Jay." He looks so shocked, eyes wide, but they're bright and happy and Jared feels his face split wide in a grin.
"Yeah?" he asks, watching him carefully. "You like 'em?"
Jensen reaches in and pulls out the
two orange and white kittens, who look around with their dark blue eyes, meowing softly. Jensen just stares at them. He's speechless and Jared's pretty sure that's a good thing.
"Yeah," Jensen finally breathes, cradling them to his chest. They look up at him, purring quietly and Jensen smiles widely. "I love 'em, Jay."
"Good," Jared says, picking up the bag of supplies. "Here are their collars and some toys, and I got a cat carrier and two litter boxes and some food and bowls out in the car. There's like, two of everything so you can have stuff here and at your trailer so they can be on set with you and after you name 'em, I got you a gift certificate for two engraved name tags and stuff and--"
"Dude, calm down," Jensen says. "I can't understand a word you're saying when you talk that fast. Jesus."
"Sorry," Jared says, but he isn't at all. Jensen still looks so happy and he's tickling the kittens under their chins and he lets out an honest-to-god giggle out when one of them tries to bite his finger. Jared feels something warm go through his chest and he sighs happily.
A honk from outside startles them both, and Jared flushes. "Um, yeah, we gotta go. C'mon, birthday boy."
Jensen just nods, staring down at the little bundles of fur in his arms. He makes a cooing noise, totally absorbed in the way they meow at him, and Jared just grins and grabs the bag.
~~~~~~
Everyone on set loves them, of course, and Jensen's like a proud daddy with the way he's showing them off. Jared just follows and smiles, ecstatic that he got the perfect gift for Jensen. It just makes everything better when one of the make up chicks cracks a joke about Jensen finally getting some pussy and Jensen turns bright red.
When they finally get called to set, Jensen's really reluctant to leave the kittens in his trailer. They've set up the litterbox, and they scattered newspaper all over the floor just in case, and their toys are laid out. There's food and water in tiny bowls on the floor in the small kitchen, and everything's perfect, but Jensen is still nervous.
"What if one of them gets out?"
Jared sighs. "Jensen, they're not gonna get out. There's no way they could. And for the last time, there's no small things out they could choke on, there's no string that could get wrapped around their throats and strangle them. Don't worry."
Jensen slumps. "I know, Jared, but--"
"Jensen," Jared says firmly. "You'll see them in two hours. And if you really want to, we can have a PA come in every five minutes and check on them." He's being sarcastic, but from the way Jensen lights up, he doesn't get that.
"That's a great idea! Hey, Tracy!"
Jared buries his face in his hands. Maybe kittens weren't such a perfect gift after all.
~~~~~~
By lunch time, Jared's ready to smack Jensen. It was cute at first how much he cared about the kittens - who still don't have names - but now it's just annoying. And a little weird. Jensen's a thirty year old man, but he's acting like a teenage girl.
And he's scaring Jared, especially when Jared comes into his trailer after grabbing his food to find Jensen sitting on his little sofa, laptop in his lap, the kittens crawling all over him as he looks up names on some website meant for parents looking for baby names.
"Dude," Jared says slowly, staring at the screen.
Jensen doesn't blush, doesn't try to hide it. He just grins blindingly. "Hey! Help me pick out a name for the girl. The boy," he points to the one on top of his head, "is Nathaniel."
Jared stares, but Jensen doesn't notice. He's too busy giggling at the way the unnamed one is chewing on his hair.
When Jared turns around and walks out, he's not sure if Jensen notices that either.
~~~~~~
When Jensen tells everyone at the convention in LA a few weeks later that Jared got him kittens for his birthday, they all go "aww" and bounce and think it's the cutest thing ever.
Jared wants to kill himself. Jensen just grins.
And yeah, maybe it's a little pathetic to be jealous over a couple of adorable kittens - which Jensen named Natalie and Nathaniel, and how disgustingly cute is that? - but Jared can't help it. Jensen never wants to hang out at Jared's anymore because he "can't bring Nat and Nate over when Harley and Sadie just want to eat them up!" Jensen would rather spend time at his apartment than go out for beer or to a club or a movie, or anything. And Jared's sick of going over to Jensen's only to watch him cuddle with his "precious babies."
It's just annoying and sickening and stupid and Jared kind of wishes he never bought the damn pests in the first place, except for the part where Jensen loves them and how happy they make him, because Jared would never want to take that away.
So he stops going over to Jensen's, making up lame excuses at first, about Sandy coming over when they both know she's filming in LA, or having to pick the dogs up from the vets when they're barking in the background, and eventually Jensen just stops inviting him. They don't hang out at each other's trailers during breaks, don't talk really unless they're shooting or learning lines.
It sucks, it really does, but Jared doesn't know what else to do. Jensen still looks as happy as ever, and Jared's just getting more miserable.
~~~~~~
And then Jensen buys another cat.
A fluffy gray one with a squished face. His name is Bradley. He sits on Jensen's shoulder most of the day, and Tracy the PA holds him when Jensen can't.
Jared hides in his trailer as much as can. Another cat? God, he can't fucking deal with this. He wants Jensen back. He wants Jensen to pay attention to him, to talk and laugh and smile at him. But whatever. He's not gonna be all emo about it.
He goes to the Craft Services tent at lunch and starts to pile up his Styrofoam container. He's getting coffee from the gigantic coffee maker that's taller than he is when Jensen walks by with Bradley and Tracy, smiling about something.
"Where's Jared been lately?" she asks. Jared sees Jensen shrug and grin.
"Probably just jealous I'm getting more pussy than him," he laughs. Tracy does too, and they walk off together, still giggling and flirting outrageously.
Jared's shoulders slump. Jensen's replaced him with kittens and a new PA that he's obviously fucking. Great. Just fucking great.
He drops his coffee in the trash and walks back to his trailer without lunch. He knows he's being pathetic, but it doesn't matter anymore. He's lost Jensen.
~~~~~~
It's hiatus time, and Jared's off to shoot his new movie in Texas. He didn't talk to Jensen at the wrap party. He knows Jensen was only there for a little while and spent most of that time with Tracy before he left. Jared's pretty sure Tracy went home with him. He told himself that night, just like he's telling himself now, that it doesn't matter. He doesn't care.
The fans think he's engaged, even though he and Sandy are just covering up for the fact that both of them go for their own sex, and Sandy's going to Texas with him to keep up the facade. He doesn't need Jensen.
He grabs his phone, thumb hovering over the three. If he pushes that, he can call Jensen in a second. Tell him to have a good summer, good luck with whatever projects he has set up, that...
Jared sighs and turns his phone off. If Jensen wants to talk to him, he'll call.
He will.
~~~~~~
Jared's been shooting Friday the 13th for two weeks. He's made a lot of friends on set and they're all very nice.
Jensen still hasn't called, though, and Jared's still miserable. Sandy's sick of listening to him complain, but he refuses to listen to her advice and call him. Jensen's the one who ditched him.
It's not his fault Jensen's an asshole. Jared gives him a present that changes his life, and Jensen starts ignoring him. What a great friend.
God, Jared misses him so much he aches with it. He's distracted all day and the director yells at him so much that everyone gets fed up with him and he's sent home. That night, in his motel room, he gets so drunk he dials Jensen's number and hits send. It goes to the voicemail, and when Jared hears that Jensen's added his cats names to the recording, he hangs up and goes to the bathroom so he can puke. When he tells Sandy, she laughs at him.
And then, two and a half weeks into filming, Jared sees Tracy. She's wearing PA gear, smiling and flirting with one of the stunt coordinators. Jared looks around, half-expecting to spot Jensen, but not really believing he'd come to the set of Jared's movie just because his...girlfriend or whatever was here.
But then Jared spots him chatting with Sandy ten feet away. Jared wants to run and hide, but he can't, because Sandy's pointing him out, smiling. Jensen sets down a plastic box-looking thing with holes and--
...that's a fucking cat carrier. Great.
Jared turns away and stalks off, shoulders tight, and ignores the voice calling his name, even though he misses that voice, misses the way his name sounds coming from those lips.
He slams into his trailer, locks the door, and grabs his iPod, shoving his headphones on and turning the volume up till it drowns out the whole world.
~~~~~~
Jared's not sure how much time passes before Sandy manages to track down someone to unlock the door, but according to his iPod, it's close to an hour. Jared doesn't hear them come in, doesn't know anything past the screaming of Tool in his ears until something obscures the sunlight burning into his eyelids.
He keeps his eyes closed, trying to pretend he's not about to piss himself, praying to any deity that it's Sandy and not--
He opens his eyes. It's Jensen, who looks amused. Jared closes his eyes again, but Jensen unplugs his headphones from the iPod and everything goes silent except for the sound of Jared's pounding heart.
"Hey," he says, opening his eyes again, and his voice cracks. He tries to look innocent, but Jensen's not buying.
"Hey, asshole. It's been a while."
Jared raises an eyebrow. "I'm the asshole? Really. That's news to me."
Jensen rolls his eyes, hands on his hips like he's an exasperated adult dealing with a sullen child. Jared feels anger burning through him.
"You've been ignoring me for months, Jared. Since fucking April. What the hell did I do?"
"Are you kidding me?" Jared snaps, standing up, forcing himself into Jensen's space because there's no where else to go. "You're the one who didn't want to spend any time with me, Jensen. You were too busy with fucking Tracy to bother with me."
"Fucking Tracy? Dude." Jensen's laughing now, and that pisses Jared off even more. "Her mom's a vet. She was helping me with my cats."
"Whatever, Jensen. You...you were the one who stopped calling. You were too busy fucking off to take care of your cats to even speak to me."
Jensen laughs again, the fucking bastard. "Oh, man. You're jealous of my kittens? Are you serious, Jay?"
Jared growls. "Don't even, you asshole. You didn't want to spend any time with me at all. So don't show up here and blame everything on me."
"Right," Jensen says, no longer laughing, just looking annoyed. "You were the one who started giving me all those lame-ass excuses to get out of hanging out with me."
"You knew I was lying and you didn't say a thing! Besides, every time I was over you never paid attention to me. You never listened to a word I said. It was like I wasn't even there."
"Jared," Jensen says slowly. "I'd just gotten kittens. Of course I was going to be a little distracted. I haven't had a pet since Dallas, and that was ten years ago."
"A little distracted? I told you I wanted to have your babies and marry you and settle down in the suburbs and you didn't say a thing. I told you Tommy was getting a divorce from Jamie so he and Mike could move to Indiana to live with Mike's family and get a civil union. I told you my sister was pregnant and wanted an abortion. You just nodded and said 'oh, that's nice, Jay,' and never looked away from those damn kittens of yours."
Jensen blinks at him, then laughs again. Jared wants to punch him. "You're so jealous. Jesus christ, Jared, they're cats."
"And they're more important to you than your best friend. That's...that's just great, Jensen," Jared snarls. Then he turns and walks out, slamming the door hard enough to shake the whole trailer. People stare as he stalks off set, but he doesn't give a fuck.
He never wants to speak to Jensen Ackles again. Fucking arrogant prick.
~~~~~~
Jared's phone keeps vibrating in his pocket and it's pissing him off, so he turns it off, then throws it across the room. He's not sure if it breaks.
He's a quarter way through a bottle of Jack and definitely feeling it, especially since he's had nothing to eat since breakfast, seven hours ago. And all he sees is Jensen, laughing at him and mocking him and being a stupid sexy bastard.
Jared's horny now, great. The adrenaline's still coursing through him from his fight with Jensen and he can't do anything but squirm around on the couch, biting at his lip. He could jerk off, but he's not sure what time Sandy's coming back, and it's really annoying when she walks in on him because she makes all these jokes about his dick and it's annoying.
He shifts again, restless, and presses his palm to the bulge in his jeans. It doesn’t help, so he gives up and guzzles down some more Jack before pulling his dick out. He licks his palm, then starts to stroke slowly, Jensen in his mind.
Jensen on his knees, looking up at him with those big green eyes as he sucks down Jared’s cock like a pro, moaning around it like a fucking whore, gagging as he takes Jared deeper but still going, so hungry for it, chin wet with drool and pre-come, still all dressed while Jared’s naked, bulge in his pants, a wet circle forming where the head of his cock is leaking through…
“Oh, fuck, fuck, Jensen,” Jared whines, then comes hard, all over his hand and shirt. He wipes himself clean, tosses the shirt, then barely manages to tuck himself back in before he passes out.
~~~~~~
When Jared wakes up, he’s in his own bed. He doesn’t remember moving there, and Sandy couldn’t have carried him there herself and he might be hearing things, but there’s meowing coming from the living area of the hotel room.
God dammit.
Jared manages to drag himself out of bed, grudgingly drinking the water someone left on the side table next to his bed, along with Advil. Then he hops into the shower, trying not to think of Jensen putting him to bed after Jared jerked off to thoughts of him.
He walks out to the living area a few minutes later, just in a pair of sweats, feeling Jensen and Sandy’s eyes on him as he moves around the little kitchenette, making himself a sausage and cheese and onion omelet. His hair drips still and he feels the drops of water sliding down the flushed skin of his neck.
Jensen’s cats keep meowing and Jared wants to stab himself in the head every time he hears it. He sits down in one of the stools at the counter, his back still to them, and starts to eat silently.
“How’d you sleep, Jared?” Sandy asks, and she sounds amused. It pisses Jared off. She’s his best friend. She’s not supposed to laugh at his pain. She’s supposed to help him.
“Fine,” he snaps. He takes the last bite of omelet, then storms into his room. He hears Sandy say something about being a “petulant child,” so he slams the door too.
She’s not getting anything for her birthday.
He sits on the bed and stares at the wall, bored already but not wanting to walk out there again.
There’s no warning knock before Jensen comes in, biting at his lip and looking at Jared like he’s scared of something. Jared glares. Jensen should be scared. Jared is fierce, like…like the guy from Project Runway.
That’s a bad example, but he really is fierce. Totally fierce.
“What do you want?” he finally snaps.
“To apologize,” Jensen says, and Jared blinks. That’s not what he was expecting. At all.
“Um. For which part?”
“Everything,” Jensen says, and it looks almost like he’s reaching out for Jared. “For ignoring you, for being a bad friend, for laughing at you. I really am sorry, Jay.”
Jared swallows and stares past him for a moment, unsure of what to say. This…this is so unexpected and Jared’s speechless. The last thing he was expecting was Jensen apologizing to him.
“Jared?” Jensen says his name almost pleadingly and Jared shakes his head to clear it. Jensen looks down, and he seems pained.
“I…shit, Jensen I dunno what to say. It’s been months, and you…I’m your best friend.”
“I know.” Jensen sighs. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what was wrong with me.”
Jared glances at him from underneath his hair. “You were never fucking Tracy?”
“God, no, Jay.” Jensen smiles, shaking his head, but he doesn’t laugh, and Jared’s grateful.
Jared sighs this time. “Oh. I’m, uh, sorry too. I was kinda a bitch yesterday. I just wasn’t expecting you to show up or anything…”
“It’s okay,” Jensen says, shrugging, like Jared’s forgiven that easy. “We were both angry. It’s fine.”
With a small smile, Jared stands up and wrap his arms around Jensen tightly. “I’ve missed you, man.”
Jensen hugs him back just as tight. “Missed you too.”
After a few moments, Jared pulls away with a wide grin, and Sandy claps in the doorway. They both glare at her and she laughs.
“I have an appointment with the masseuse, boys, so I’ll see you later. Be good!” She blows them a kiss and walks out.
Jared smiles after her fondly and Jensen nudges him. “Keep that up and people might think you actually like her.”
“Ew,” Jared says, making a face. “Vagina is gross.”
“Freak,” Jensen says, pushing him again.
“Jerk!” Jared says, pushing him back.
It quickly dissolves into a tickle fight and Jared blames his hangover when Jensen ends up pinning him to the bed, grinning down at him, both of them flushed and panting and happy.
It takes a lot of self control for Jared not to just pull him down and kiss him breathless. It’s so tempting, but they’ve just become friends again after a few months apart, and Jared doesn’t want to fuck it up.
Jensen studies him for a moment, a curious expression on his gorgeous, freckled face, then he rolls away, flopping on the bed beside Jared.
“Wanna go out and get some food?” Jensen asks. Jared grins.
“Sure you can leave those cats alone for long enough to go somewhere?” His tone is simply teasing, though, and Jensen laughs.
“I think I can manage, bitch,” Jensen says, and after Jared gets some real clothes on, they leave, Jensen pausing to kiss each kitten on top of the head.
Everything’s okay again, and Jared can tell because he’s no longer jealous, just fond.
The only problem there is now is that he’s kind of really in love with his best friend and he has no idea what to do with that.
He’ll figure something out. Totally.
~~~~~~
They go to some awesome Tex-Mex restaurant. They’re recognized a little, give out some autographs, but that’s about it. It’s nice, hanging with Jensen again, joking and laughing and talking with him, and Jared’s missed this. So much.
“I’m thinking of getting another kitten,” Jensen says, and Jared sighs.
“Just what you need. You’re lucky I’m not allergic, man.”
Jensen smile. “I know. But seriously. They’re so cute, Jay. I want another.”
“You’re gonna be one of those crazy cat ladies when you get older,” Jared warns, but he just feels fondness.
“I’ll let you pick it out,” Jensen says, and Jared laughs.
“Promise?” Jared asks, and finishes off his Corona, then shoves the lime in his mouth so the rind covers his teeth. He grins.
Jensen laughs loudly, enough to get glances from other diners.
“Promise, Jay. I’ll even let you name it if you really want.”
Jared spits out the lime and whoops. “She’s gonna be the cutest kitty ever!”
“Already got the sex picked out?”
“Duh. You need a strong female influence on your life. I already got my pussy.”
“Sandy would kill you if she heard you say that.”
“Probably, but she’s tiny. What can she do?”
Jensen raises an eyebrow. “Um, she’s your fiance. Ever heard of cock blocking?”
“Eh,” Jared says, and finishes his taco.
~~~~~~
After they’re done eating, they head back to the hotel and Jared meets Jensen’s kittens. They’ve grown a bit since Jared last saw them and they’re still adorable as ever. They’ve all got personalized collars in different colors and they seem to even have their favorite toys.
Jared can feel his heart melting as the Persian, Bradley, chews on his hair. It’s too cute for words and he’s embarrassed as hell when he lets out a little squeeing noise as Bradley meows and licks his ear.
Jensen’s just looking at him, his smile smug but his eyes bright and shining with…something. It scares Jared, just a bit, because it reminds him of how he looks at Jensen. Jared decides to ignore it because he knows Jensen doesn’t feel that way about him.
~~~~~~
Somehow they end up falling asleep on the couch, Jared on his back with Nathaniel and Bradley on his chest, and Jensen on the other end, on his belly, Natalie perched right on his ass. Or, at least, that's what Jared sees when he wakes up, his stomach growling something fierce. It's dark out, too, which explains that.
He lets the cats climb to his shoulders as he sits up and grabs the phone. He orders room service, just a couple giant burgers, fries, and some dessert. They've already got beer stocked up in the mini bar so that's not a problem. Jensen's still asleep when room service gets there, so Jared tells Bradley and Nate to wake him up. It's probably the scent of the burgers that starts them meowing, but it works, and soon, Jensen's up and ready to eat.
They sit in front of the TV while they do, sipping at beers and watching an old Packers versus Eagles game on ESPN Classic. They both already know what's going to happen, but that doesn't stop them from betting and joking around and jeering at bad calls. It's a regular old boys-night-in and Jared can feel his heart pounding as he watches Jensen, bright and happy and laughing like he hasn't seen in months. It's the most wonderful sight he's ever seen and he feels like an idiot for even thinking about giving this up.
Dinner's gone way too fast and they're still hungry, but nothing on the room service menu seems appealing, so they feed the cats and head out. Jared tells Jensen that his dogs are with his parents while he's shooting, because while he's not close enough to home to stay there, he can still go down on his days off and spend time with everyone. They've already got plans for the fourth of July and for Jared's birthday.
Jensen grins. "Your momma already called me about that, wanted to know what I was getting you so we didn't get the same thing."
Jared grins right back. "So, what're you getting me?" He might be bouncing a little. Talking about his birthday always excites him.
"Nothing at all, Sasquatch. You still got a while."
Jared pouts, but Jensen just laughs at him.
They find a cute little ice cream shop with about thirty flavors on display. Jensen gets a triple thick coffee milkshake and Jared gets a giant bowl of half-Death By Chocolate and half-Cake Mix, which has chunks of frosting and sprinkles and everything.
He gets more than one brain freeze, and when he starts to feel sick from the sweetness, Jensen helps him finish.
"Here," Jensen says, and wipes a streak of chocolate on Jared's nose, grinning widely. Jared gapes at him.
"You bitch!" he exclaims, a little louder than he means, but it's okay because they're the only ones there. They get into a small fight, wiping sticky-sweet fingerprints all over each other, until Jared goes for Jensen's chin and gets his mouth instead, which is already open with laughter.
The pad of his finger catches on Jensen's tongue and they freeze like that, eyes wide.
Jared stares, then pulls his hand away quickly, feeling his cheeks heat. Jensen's going red from the tips of his ears down to his neck, his mouth still gaping open. Then he coughs awkwardly and rubs at the back of his neck.
"I don't need you to feed it to me, Jay," he says. "I got a spoon."
"Your face is a spoon," Jared mutters, and gets up to wet some napkins in the bathroom so they can wash their faces. He also spends a moment coaxing his dick back to softness. He doesn't think Jensen wants Jared to feed his cock to him, gripping his hair tightly as he rubs the slick head over his bruised lips, then thumbs at his jaw hard so he'll open up and Jared can shove into the sweet, wet warmth of his mouth...
When he comes back out, still blushing, Jensen gives him a funny look. "What took you so long?"
Jared clears his throat. "My, uh, Momma called. Already tryin' to set me up with a pretty girl again."
Jensen just gives him another look, like he doesn't believe him. It's not till they're back at the hotel and sprawled out on the couch that Jared remembers telling Jensen the story of how he came out to his parents. Whoops.
~~~~~~
They end up falling asleep on the couch again, the cats laying all over them, but when Jared wakes up this time, Jensen's already up. And by up, Jared means that Jensen's laying on top of him, his dick pressed against Jared's hip, hard and hot, and Jensen's eyes are open and staring at him kinda fascinated, like he's trying to decide whether he's dreaming. He must see how close Jared is to panicking - fuck he's close to coming in his pants already, thanks to Jensen being so pretty in the morning - because he rolls off Jared with a yelp.
Jared can't help but burst out laughing, even though his cock is still achingly hard in his jeans, probably leaking through the denim, and Jensen sits up, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, lips a little parted and chapped-looking - god, so fucking pretty - and glares at him.
"Asshole," he says, and pouts. It makes his lips look even more fuckable.
Jared's so fucking screwed. And not in a good way at all. It sucks.
And all these thoughts are not helping his hard-on.
"I'ma go shower," he says quickly, and rushes off to the bathroom.
Jared climbs into the shower after stripping off and just lays his forehead against the tiles as steaming water poured over his back. He's so hard he hurts, all these images of what he wants to do to Jensen going through his mind.
He wraps a hand around his dick and starts to stroke, closing his eyes. He thinks of what it would be like to open Jensen up around his fingers, listen to Jensen gasp and whine and moan sweetly as Jared fucks him open, with his tongue, god, it’d be so hot. To actually fuck him, to thrust inside with no barrier between them, to just pound away and until they're both yelling with it, the bed banging into the wall. Jared would make Jensen scream for him, would make him come so fucking hard. Then after he was done he’d just slide down and lick Jensen clean, make him come again just from his tongue in Jensen’s ass.
Jared comes with a quiet gasp, spurting against the wall of the shower. He watches the water wash it away, panting softly, then tips his head under the stream and cleans himself up.
~~~~~~
After Jensen showers, they go out to breakfast. There's an IHOP pretty close to the hotel, so that's the first choice. It's not crowded, really, so they find a booth off to the side. Jensen gets a short stack of blueberry pancakes. Jared gets a double order of the same, with bacon and sausage and hash browns, along with milk, orange juice, and a cup of coffee. Jensen stares a little as he eats, licking the syrup from his lips and the corner of his mouth, and Jared just grins.
"I'm a growing boy, Jen. Don't be jealous 'cause you're all old and have to watch your figure now."
"You're an asshole, Jared," Jensen answers, drinking his third cup of coffee. He's only halfway through his pancakes, and Jared's eating the last bite. He feels like an omelet, but he can wait.
He looks at his watch and sighs. "You hanging on set today? 'cause I'm pretty sure we've both got a little explaining to do after yesterday."
Jensen snorts. "Sandy covered for you. Said you ate something bad."
Jared sighs, relaxing. "Awesome. Let's go, then."
They walk back to the hotel and Jared drives to set in his rental truck. They chat a little, Jensen hums along to some country song playing on the radio, and it's nice. The cats are in the carrier on the seat between them, poking their paws out of the holes and meowing, tumbling around inside.
Jared can't remember why he ever hated them.
They get to set; some people ask Jared if he's feeling better and after assuring everyone he feels great, they get to work. Jensen sits in Jared's chair for most of the shooting, watching with a smile, and occasionally he disappears to check on the cats, who are probably wrecking Jared's trailer. He doesn't mind and the director says he's acting even better than he has been since they started. Jensen gets this smug look like it's his doing.
Jared figures it probably is. He always does better when he feels like he needs to impress someone, and he's always been a little competitive with Jensen on set. Not in a bad way, just...when Jensen's watching Jared feels like he needs to try five times as hard to get it right just to prove himself to Jensen.
During his next break, Jensen tells him he's doing awesome, and Jared beams, feeling a swoop of warm pride travel through him. Jensen smiles back and claps him on the shoulder.
"Now go eat before you start whining," he says, and Jared obeys, humming to himself as he stacks his tray high with some really good food. Jensen gets less, and they go back to Jared's trailer and play some Streetball on Jared's PS2 while they eat, jeering and knocking each other around. Jensen wins, which is surprising. Jared's always been better, but maybe the way Jensen's biting at his bottom lip in concentration is breaking his focus. Wouldn't be the first time.
Jared sets the controller down and finishes off his rather awesome chili. "You did awesome, dude," he says around a mouthful. Jensen snorts.
"You're disgusting."
"I'm awesome," Jared insists, and chili flies out of his mouth and lands on the coffee table. Nate comes out of nowhere and licks it up. Jensen sighs.
"Greedy bastard," he says, and feeds Nate a piece of ham. Natalie and Brad come up next and Jensen feeds them all little bits and pieces of his food until they trail off in pursuit of more interesting things than licking at Jensen's fingers.
Jared can't really think of anything that would be more interesting than that. He sighs, trying not to think about it. It's not going to help him at all.
They finish lunch, then go back out to set. Jensen's wearing sunglasses and a hat now, probably trying to save himself from a wicked sunburn. Jared's basking in the sun after so many months in Vancouver. He loves it there, really, but he misses the sun sometimes. Texas, with its hot air and even hotter sunshine, is like paradise to him. Being so close to his family is pretty awesome too.
During his next break, Jared wrestles Jensen out of his chair and Tracy - who Jared still can't help but dislike, even if she and Jensen never fucked - brings Jensen another one. They watch a couple of scenes being filmed, chat, and then Jensen pulls out his PSP and challenges Jared to a Mario Kart race. Jared manages to win, thankfully, and then it's time to get back to work.
~~~~~~
A few days later, Jared, Sandy, and Jensen are at Jared's parents' place in San Antonio. Jensen was a little wary at first, since Jared's dogs are here and he was, of course, bringing his cats, but his love of Jared's momma won out in the end.
Jared pulls up to the house in his rental truck and they all pile out. The door flies open, and Sadie and Harley come barreling out, barking crazily. Jared cheers, goes to his knees and opens his arms so he can catch them when they jump at him, burying his face in their fur and laughing as they drool all over him. He can't stop grinning, even though his face hurts.
"Missed you guys too," he whispers, then almost gets licked in the mouth by Harley. Jensen laughs, and Sandy just looks fond. Jared manages to get up even though the dogs are still jumping all over him, and he brushes himself off, still smiling. Then his momma comes out, smiling just as wide as Jared is, and hurries towards them. When Jared hugs her, she smells like fresh bread and fried chicken.
"Welcome home, JT," she murmurs against his chest. Jared buries his face in her hair, sighing happily.
"S'good to be back, Momma."
~~~~~~
Dinner's amazing, like always. Country fried chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, fresh backed biscuits, and Rocky Road ice cream for dessert. Sandy eats almost as much as Jared and Jared's momma says that if she had a penis, she'd be a perfect match for Jared.
Jensen laughs his ass off and Jared goes red. Sandy just giggles.
"Momma," Jared whines. Jared's dad is laughing just as hard as Jensen, his face red and his eyes all squinched behind his glasses.
Jeff is home for the week too. Megan's taking summer classes, though, so she won't be home till later.
Jared realizes that this means Jensen will be sleeping in his room, while Sandy stays in Megan's room. They have an air mattress Jared will probably have to blow up after dinner. He knows his bed is big enough for both of them, barely, but he doesn't think he can trust himself that close to Jensen, especially when he's asleep. He already does stupid shit when he's awake.
Jensen lets the cats out to roam the house after dinner, and when Sadie and Harley see them, they scamper off, tails between their legs. The kittens look smug.
"What the hell," Jared says. Jensen looks just as smug as his damn cats.
"Your dogs are even bigger pussies than you, dude," he says. Jared punches his arm.
Later, Jared gets the air mattress all set up and throws some blankets down. The cats are sprawled on his bed, looking pretty happy. Jared smiles and tosses a pillow at Jensen's face when he comes in after his shower, looking a little pink-cheeked and gorgeous. He's wearing his glasses. Jared wants...god, he just wants. He looks away quickly, knowing he's blushing but unable to help it.
He crawls into bed in his pj pants and no shirt, just like he always sleeps. Jensen's in his normal boxers and t-shirt and Jared checks out his ass a little as he makes his bed.
The cats look confused because since Jensen showed up, he and Jared have always managed to fall asleep on the couch together, even though the whole waking-up-on-top-of-each-other-with-morning-wood only happened the once. Thank god.
Bradley whines a little when Jensen lays down on the floor and Jared picks him up and sets him on his chest, stroking his fur. Jensen pouts at him. "My kitties," he says.
Jared raises an eyebrow. "He totally likes me better." But Nate and Natalie have all ready jumped down to curl up on the air mattress. Jensen sticks his tongue out.
"You're five," Jared sighs, then closes his eyes and falls asleep, Bradley's purr rumbling in his ear comfortingly.
~~~~~~
In Jared's dream, there's soft, warm skin against his lips. It smells good, and when he starts kissing and licking it, it tastes even better. His arms are wrapped around a firm body that's giving off a lot of heat, and he presses closer until his hips are snug up against a tight ass. His hands roams over a strong chest and slip under a shirt to feel more warm, soft skin. The body against him moans and Jared nips gently at the skin under his mouth.
"Jensen," he breathes, because who else could it be? Jensen's he only one to ever show up in his dreams.
"Jay," Jensen answers back. His voice sounds muffled, but aching and needy. Jared continues tasting his warm, warm skin, and snakes his hand into Jensen's boxers, pressing harder against his ass. God, it feels so good. Almost real. He wraps a hand around Jensen's dick and strokes, listening to Jensen gasp as he writhes, arching into Jared's hand before grinding back on his cock.
"Please," Jensen says, and Jared moves faster, groaning deeply.
It's only a few more moments before they're both coming, and Jared opens his eyes to the sun shining through his window, heat already creeping in. His hand is still in Jensen's boxers, sticky with come, just like his own pants.
"Fuck," Jared pants, because...that. That was real. He just...he just...
Jensen rolls away, then gets up and goes into the bathroom without a word. Jared rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling for a moment before running to Sandy's room. He can't...oh god, he can't...
He's screwed everything up.
~~~~~~
Sandy's not too happy at him for waking her up at 7:30 in the morning, especially not when his pants are filled with come, but she grabs him a pair from Jeff's room and after he's changed, he flops down on his back, taking up the entire bed. She pouts and climbs on top of him, and he automatically wraps his arms around her.
"So. Tell me what happened."
"I molested Jensen in his sleep," Jared blurts out, then flushes. "Sandy, I'm an idiot. I thought I was dreaming and I...god, I'm an idiot."
"Jared, c'mon," Sandy says slowly. "Jensen's almost as big as you. If he really wanted to push you away, he could have. Instead, you both got off, he liked it--"
"Then why did he run away?" Jared cuts her off.
"He was probably just as freaked out as you. Probably thought you were asleep." She smirks at him, and he pushes her away, pouting.
"You're a bitch. You're supposed to be helping me, not making fun of me."
"I am, you asshole. Jensen likes you just as much as you like him. Don't fuck this up, okay?"
Jared sighs and looks away. "I think it's a little too late for that," he says quietly, then gets up and walks out.
~~~~~~
Jared showers in his parents' bathroom because they've gone out with Jeff for the day. He scrubs at the drying come on his belly, biting his lip hard, trying not to think of what it was like to have Jensen hard and writhing against him, all pliant and wanting and god, he wants to have that again. He wants everything.
But he knows he can’t have it, so he rinses off and gets dressed in a pair of sweats that Sandy got out of his room. He’s starving, hasn’t eaten at all today, and it’s almost noon. So he goes downstairs to the kitchen and makes a sandwich, salami and pepperoni, provolone and some chips. He leans against the counter to eat it, eyes on the floor as he chews mechanically.
He doesn’t hear anyone coming down the stairs, so it’s a surprise to him - almost enough to make him drop his sandwich - when Jensen clears his throat in the doorway.
“Um,” Jared says, cheeks heating. Crap. He wanted to put this off. “Hey?” That wasn’t supposed to be a question.
“Hey,” Jensen answers, smiling. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world, and that makes Jared confused. Shouldn’t Jensen be just as nervous as he is?
“What’s up?” Jared says eloquently, his voice coming out more high-pitched than it has been since he was seventeen.
Jensen just smiles wider as he walks over to Jared. He’s dressed in a loose pair of jeans and an old, wash-worn t-shirt with some kinda animal print on it. It looks great on him, clinging to his chest and arms, but looser around his waist. Jared wants to touch him.
And Jensen…he just keeps walking closer and closer, until he’s right in front of Jared, still smiling like everything’s okay. The kittens come tumbling in after him, meowing their tiny heads off, and Jared focuses on them instead.
“Jay,” Jensen says, and puts a hand on his chest, right over his pounding heart. “Look at me.”
Jared takes a moment to do so, breathing in deeply, still chewing the last of his sandwich. “Hm?”
He expects Jensen to laugh, or to punch him, or to say I’m sorry, Jared, but that just can’t happen again, I don’t feel that way about you, but the bastard keeps smiling at him.
Jared swallows. “Dude, what?” The anticipation is killing him.
“You never even kissed me,” Jensen breathes, licks his lips, and oh god, Jared doesn’t even try to stop himself. He grabs at Jensen’s shoulders, pulling him close, and seals their mouths together. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed and more.
It’s even better when Jensen moans into his mouth, wrapping his arms around Jared’s neck and pushing his body even closer, their hips slotting together, fitting perfectly. Jared moans right back, slicking his tongue over Jensen’s lips and making him open up.
Their tongues slide over and around, curing together and Jensen tastes like Jared’s toothpaste. And spit. But it’s good, so Jared keeps kissing him, even when there’s drool on his chin, even when he can’t breathe anymore.
Jensen’s the one who pulls away, his smile even wider, eyes dark, cock hard against Jared’s. Jared licks his lips, then licks at Jensen’s, and Jensen laughs and sucks Jared’s bottom lip into his mouth, humming contently.
“Mmm,” Jared sighs, hands running up under Jensen’s shirt. “You feel good.”
“Thanks,” Jensen says, laughing again. He seems so happy that Jared can’t help but laugh too. God, all that angsting over nothing. They’re both such idiots. He’s about to kiss Jensen again when one of the cats - Nate, he thinks - starts trying to climb up his leg, meowing plaintively.
“Think maybe you should feed ‘em,” Jared says, grinning at Jensen.
“Really,” Jensen says dryly, prying Nate away from Jared’s sweats. “C’mon.”
They go up to Jared’s bedroom, which still has the faint scent of sex and sweat. Jared feels his cock twitch with the memories still fresh from that morning. He wants to make Jensen come again, over and over, until he’s spent and can’t even move anymore.
He watches Jensen feed the cats, cooing at them as they tumble over each other to get the bowls. Then he turns toward Jared, that same silly smile on his face, and Jared just reaches out and grabs him, yanking him forward and kissing him deeply, tongue slicking over his lips to thrust inside, hands sliding over to Jensen’s back, then down, cupping his firm ass and grinding their hips together.
Jensen just groans and melts in Jared’s hands, clutching at his shirt like he’ll fall over if he lets go. But Jared won’t let him. He tips him onto the bed, crawls on top of him and kisses him again. They fumble, too eager and clumsy with it, as they pull at each other’s clothes. Jared attaches his mouth to Jensen’s neck, too busy tasting his gorgeous skin to pull his shirt off. He ends up pushing it up past Jensen’s chest, then moves down and drags his tongue across a nipple. Jensen arches and makes this beautiful sound, so Jared does it to the other.
That makes Jensen breathe his name, fingers threading through his hair, and Jared keeps sliding down, until he’s tonguing at Jensen’s navel and Jensen bangs his elbow against Jared’s cheek trying to yank the shirt off. Jared laughs, then works on getting Jensen’s jeans off. It takes a bit because Jared’s hands are shaking, but soon Jensen’s laid bare before him, so fucking gorgeous that Jared can barely stand it.
“Jesus, Jen,” he whispers, voice hoarse with want. “You’re so…” He trails off, biting at his kiss-swollen lips, and wraps a hand around Jensen’s dick, stroking slowly. Jensen jerks up and gasps, but then his hands are on Jared’s shoulders and he’s pushing him on his back, sliding down between his legs, and then oh god, Jensen’s mouthing at his cock through his sweats, sucking over the wet spot where it leaked through the material.
“Oh, oh fuck,” Jared grits out, cupping the back of Jensen’s neck and keeping him there. God, it’s just as good as Jared’s always dreamed, and Jensen hasn’t even gotten the sweats off yet.
But when he does, jesus christ. Jensen’s mouth is wet and hot, perfect suction from those perfect lips, and Jared’s shaking, moaning incoherently. His hips make tiny aborted movements as Jensen bobs his head, then goes down and swallows around him, and Jared can’t help the way he thrusts, he doesn’t meant to, but fuck, Jensen’s so damn amazing it’s impossible to resist.
Then Jensen pulls off, Jared’s cock sliding from his lips with a dirtywet sound, and he licks his lips and grins. “Wanna fuck me?”
Jared doesn’t answer, just hauls Jensen up and tongue-fucks his mouth, licking away the taste of himself till there’s nothing left. Jensen grips his shoulders hard and Jared switches their positions. Then he remembers that he has no lube and no condoms and he scrambles up. Jensen stares at him.
“What…Jared, what’s wrong?” He looks panicked. Jared shakes his head.
“Lube,” he says quickly, then runs out of the room, holding his dick so it doesn’t bob embarrassingly, even though his balls are and it’s very uncomfortable and he bursts into Sandy’s room, panting.
“I need lube,” he says. Well…maybe it’s closer to a shriek. Sandy just starts laughing.
“There’s some in my bag,” she finally manages to say, holding her tiny belly as she giggles at him, hunched over with her head touching her knees. Bitch.
He grabs it, then hurries back to his own bedroom, holding it up triumphantly as he bangs the door open.
Jensen’s on his hands and knees, ass shoved in the air. There’s a packet of lube ripped open on the pillow and he has hand between his legs as he works two fingers into his ass. Maybe he should have asked Jensen if he had any, but whatever. Fuck.
Jared growls helplessly. God damn, that’s a gorgeous sight.
He kneels behind Jensen and slicks his own fingers, pressing two into Jensen. Jensen howls, throwing his head back and fucking himself on their tangled fingers desperately. “Jay,” he says, low and hoarse, and Jared pulls Jensen’s hand away and presses in a third finger, stretching him quickly. His dick is leaking against the back of Jensen’s thigh and he rubs against him a little, trying to calm down. It’s not working.
“Tell me you’re ready,” he says, licking down Jensen’s spine. “Please, Jen, I need to be in you.” He nips lightly, here and there, leaving tiny red marks against Jensen’s slick skin. Jensen continues to thrust his hips back, panting hard.
“Now, Jay,” he finally says. “C’mon, fuck me.”
Jared pulls his fingers out and looks around wildly. Fuck, he forgot a condom. He whimpers in frustration.
“Forget about it,” Jensen growls. “We’re both clean, just do it.”
“Okay,” Jared says, then slicks his dick and positions. Jensen’s fingers are curled tightly in the sheets and Jared rubs a hand down his back soothingly as he slowly pushes forward, mouth opening on a loud groan. God, Jensen’s so fucking tight and hot and slick and perfect. Jared just might die from how good he feels.
“Jay, Jay,” Jensen gasps out, and presses his hips back eagerly, arching into Jared, giving himself up completely. Jared leans forward, covers Jensen’s entire back with his chest, and holds him close as he starts to move.
They’re both wound tight and desperate, so it takes only a few minutes before they both come, Jared’s hips driving into Jensen’s ass, teeth digging into the muscle of Jensen’s shoulder; Jared’s hand around Jensen’s leaking cock as Jensen practically screams his name.
They collapse together, sweaty and sated and happy. Jared’s about to fall asleep, face pressed into Jensen’s neck, when Jensen sighs and gets up. Jared whimpers.
“What’re you doin’?”
“Showering,” Jensen answers, eyebrow raised. “I’ve got come leakin’ outta my ass, man. I need to wash up.”
Jared tilts his head and grins. Jensen’s right, he does need a good clean up. So Jared jumps up, suddenly full of energy, and follows him into the bathroom with a wide grin. This will be fun.
~~~~~~
When Jared’s family comes home, earlier than Jared’s expecting them, he and Jensen are cuddled up on the couch together, kissing lazily with the cats in their laps and the dogs at their feet. The door opens, there’s a gasp, and Jensen pulls away from Jared, looking nervous. Jared rolls his eyes and pulls him in close again.
“Momma,” Jared says, and grins widely. “I finally got myself a girl to bring home.”
Jensen growls and punches his arm. Jared hears his dad and Josh laugh, and his momma comes over and kisses both of their cheeks. “Took you boys long enough,” she says, and ruffles their hair. Jensen blushes, but Jared just keeps grinning.
Sandy comes in and sighs, shaking her head. “I told Jared the same thing. Men are stupid.”
“You’re just jealous!” Jared says, and sticks his tongue out. Sandy raises an eyebrow.
“I don’t need a man. Pussy’s better.” She takes Natalie from Jared’s lap and flops into a chair, cooing at the little ball of ginger and white fur. Jensen finally smiles.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Padalecki. My intentions are honorable. ‘sides, I don’t think there’s much more damage I could do to Jared’s virtue.”
Jared lets out a laugh, loud and happy and pulls Jensen’s face to his for a slow, gentle kiss. Then Bradley tries to push his face between theirs, meowing plaintively. Jared rolls his eyes, not expecting Bradley to grab onto his hair with his sharp little teeth and yank.
The high-pitched yelp he makes has Harley and Sadie barking their heads off, and the cats hiss back. Jared pouts and rubs at the sore spot on his scalp while Jensen laughs, and laughs, along with the rest of his family.
“You’re all bitches!” he cries indignantly. No one listens.
Such is the story of his life.
~~~~~~
Epilogue, three months later
Jensen's spread out on the bed, panting and flushed, while Jared drives into him. Jensen arches, cries out when Jared's fingers twist his nipples. Jared can tell he's desperate, needy, wanting to come so bad. Jared's been teasing him all day on set, which pissed Jensen off, but god it's so worth it.
"Tell me, Jen, tell me what you need," he murmurs, voice all low and dirty. He grips Jensen's hips tightly, smirks down at him. "Gotta tell me what you want f'you wanna come."
"Jay," Jensen whines. "C'mon, fuck me harder, I can take it." Jared does know, so he goes harder, faster, making the headboard rock into the wall with each thrust. They're being loud, but it's okay. No one's around to hear them.
"Yes, yes," Jensen says, voice getting louder, fingers scrabbling over the sheets, already damp with their mixed sweat. "Oh, fuck, Jay."
Jared wraps a broad hand around Jensen's leaking dick and he strokes, grip tight and firm. It takes less than a minute for Jensen to come, yelling Jared's name. Jared follows right after, throwing his head back as he fucks into Jensen wildly, groaning loud and long.
They lay there, basking in the afterglow, sated and breathing hard. Jared licks beads of sweat from Jensen neck, then rests his head on his shoulder, arm draped over his chest. Their breathing slows down, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees the cats jumping on the bed, but he figures that as long as they're done fucking, it's okay. The dogs watch them all the time.
Then Jensen shrieks and rolls off the bed. Jared sits up and blinks, and sees Nate's nose wrinkle before he sneezes three times, rapidly. Jared blinks again. "Jen?"
"He licked my belly! He licked my come off my belly! Jay!"
Jared blinks once more, then bursts out laughing, picking Nate up and kissing his tiny pink nose. "You're an adorable little dork, aren't you? Naughty kitty."
Jensen finally gets up, eyes narrowed as he looks at Nate. "From now on, we're locking them out of the bedroom," he growls, and picks all three up and sets them down outside, then slams the door shut.
"You're such a mean daddy!" Jared says, pouting at him. Jensen just glares.
"The cats can lick themselves clean, they can lick each other clean, but--"
Jared grins, pulls Jensen down and starts licking at his belly, short, kittenish laps of his tongue, and Jensen whimpers, his dick twitching against Jared's chin weakly.
When he's done, he sits up and wipes at his mouth. "But I'm the only one 'llowed to lick you clean?" he guesses.
Jensen grins down at him, fingers running through his hair soft and gentle. "Yeah. Only you."
Jared's answering smile could light up the room. God, he really loves those cats.
Oh yeah, and Jensen too.
~fin