Almost Unreal
Title: Almost Unreal
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17, for swearing and lots of boy touching
Word Count: ~11,000
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: AU. Jared and Jensen are sickeningly in love (just ask Chad), but will an unexpected offer tear them apart?
A/N 1: Sequel to Listen to your Heart. Might help to read that first.
A/N 2: This is for Rain once again, who wanted a random porny scene of these boys and didn't complain when it turned into a whole sequel. *hugs*
A/N 3: Title from Roxette again, though this time the lyrics kinda go with the story.
A/N 4: My birthday is on Friday, so I thought I'd do it backwards and give you guys a present instead. :D
“Whoa there, buddy,” Mike said, grabbing Jensen’s hand from off his stomach. “Why don’t you go over there and grope your boyfriend instead?” He pointed across the bar with his chin to where the rest of their group had taken over a couple of the bar’s small tables.
“Okay!” Jensen answered brightly and grinned, passing his pool cue to Steve, who’d been leaning against the wall and waiting for Jensen and Mike to finish their game. It was so awesome that he was actually allowed to grope Jared inappropriately now, allowed to kiss him in public and hold his hand. Awesome.
“Careful, man,” Steve told him, rolling his eyes as Jensen tripped over the end of the cue.
Jensen ignored him, his attention now fully secured on getting to Jared. He looked good tonight, like really good, like totally bitable. Not that he looked bad any other time, but he was wearing tight, tight jeans and an even tighter dark blue t-shirt and his hair curled around his ears and fell into his gorgeous hazel eyes and his lips were all shiny and full and his cheeks were turning pink from the tequila and his huge hands just swallowed the tiny shot glass and his long legs wrapped around the rungs of his chair and damn. Jensen had to stop and adjust himself and hoped no one noticed his raging hard-on.
“Hey, baby.” Jared smiled, lazy and slow, when Jensen finally reached him and leaned against his side. Jared wrapped an arm around his waist, playing with the belt loop on his hip.
“Hey.” Jensen nuzzled Jared’s neck, tonguing a bead of sweat off his jaw. Jared’s breath hitched, and he angled his head toward him so Jensen could suck on his pulse point. Jensen stepped closer, swinging a leg over to straddle Jared’s chair, and kissed his way over to his mouth. Sucking on that awesome bottom lip, Jensen slid his hands up Jared’s chest, then gripped the back of the chair for support so he could rock against Jared’s thigh without losing his balance. He tasted the burn of the tequila and the salty bitterness of bar peanuts and the incredible sweetness of Jared underneath it all. Jensen didn’t think he’d ever get tired of kissing Jared, of savoring Jared like this. Jared growled and fisted the back of Jensen’s t-shirt, pulling him even closer. Jensen deepened their kiss, licking into his mouth and moaning at the slick heat.
“Oh, God. I think I liked it better when you guys were secretly pining for each other,” Chad groaned.
Jensen lifted one hand and gave him the finger without moving his mouth off Jared’s. Jared kissed way too incredibly hot to let Chad interrupt them.
“Oh, yeah, ‘cause it’s so much better when you and Kenzie suck face?” Chris asked sarcastically.
“Of course. We’re hot,” Chad claimed smugly, and Chris snorted.
“Shut up, you two. I think it’s adorable,” Kenzie defended them. “Look at them. They’re just so cute!”
Jensen’s legs kinda protested the awkward angle then. He reluctantly broke away and resituated himself to sit on Jared’s lap, resting his head on his shoulder. He was much too drunk to feel like a girl about it, even after he turned and found Kenzie sitting the same way on Chad. At least Jared didn’t have his hands on his thighs under his skirt like Chad did with Kenzie. Possibly because Jared had his hands under Jensen’s t-shirt instead, fingers dancing over his ribs. Um, but most likely because he wasn’t wearing a skirt.
Chad grunted disgustedly, then grimaced when Kenzie elbowed him in the stomach. “Ow! Shit, woman!”
“Leave Jared and Jensen alone. They’re adorable and in love,” Kenzie insisted, kissing Chad’s nose at his muttered whatever.
“Thanks, Kenz,” Jared replied, rubbing his cheek against the top of Jensen’s head.
Jensen lost the thread of the conversation after that, too caught up in Jared’s touch and the shot of tequila Chris gave him. The happy alcohol buzz he had going settled into a pleasantly lethargic state. He half-closed his eyes, bonelessly snuggling in Jared’s arms. Jared and Kenzie started in on something about a TV show the night before. Mike and Steve joined them, Mike with a bottle of beer in each fist, but Jensen only had the energy to nod vaguely in their direction. Chris and Chad argued about, from what Jensen could gather through his sleepy haze, the merits of plain versus chunky peanut butter. Whatever it was, Chad was getting pretty worked up about it, while Chris simply sat back in his chair and smirked.
“Jen? Baby, you still with me?” Jared murmured against his ear, causing goose bumps to pop up all over his body.
“Mmm, yeah.” He shifted, whimpering softly at the feel of Jared’s hard muscled thighs under his. He went from half-asleep to half-hard in two seconds flat. “M’so fucking horny, Jay. Let’s go back to your place and fuck.”
When Chad choked on his beer and spluttered, nearly dumping Kenzie off his lap, and Mike snorted loudly into his beer, Jensen realized he hadn’t said that as quietly as he intended. Jared flushed red all over and closed his eyes, groaning in embarrassment.
“Dude, he’s fucking lit,” Chris laughed. “You better get your boy home, Jared.”
Jensen loved it when Chris called him that, because he was. Jared’s.
Jared hauled him to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Come on, Jen.”
Jensen grinned at him and stuck his hand in Jared’s back pocket.
“Don’t forget to use a condom!” Chad yelled on their way out the door.
II.
Jared half-dragged, half-carried Jensen down the sidewalk, though Jensen had sobered up a bit once they left the bar. They’d done this countless times over the years, and them dating now hadn’t changed it much, at least not in principle. But Jensen still had his hand tucked into Jared’s pocket and his head buried in Jared’s neck, while he lazily sucked a bruise into his collarbone. Jared groaned inwardly and picked up their pace.
It still surprised him sometimes just how horny and cuddly Jensen got when drunk, still surprised him that he got to see it firsthand and reap the benefits. He’d always been handsy, but he turned into an octopus now, wrapping himself around Jared and constantly groping him. Not that Jared minded really. It was just a little uncomfortable and embarrassing to always be so fucking turned on in public. Jensen was all for throwing him against the wall of a bar (or the library on campus) and humping him where everyone could see them, but Jared couldn’t ignore their audience long enough to get off.
Speaking of which…
“Jen? Ya wanna get your hand out of my pants? I really don’t wanna get arrested for public indecency.”
“S’okay. No one round,” Jensen slurred, but he moved his hand back to Jared’s hip. “We almost there, Jay?”
“Yep.”
“Good. M’so fucking horny.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Jared muttered. The hard length of Jensen’s erection against his hip was indication enough of that.
Luckily, they reached Jared’s apartment a couple minutes later. Jared fumbled with his keys, distracted by Jensen plastered against his back, hands already on Jared’s zipper and mouth breathing hot and wet between his shoulder blades. He finally fitted key to lock and opened the door, and Jensen stumbled in after him. Quickly regaining his feet, Jensen spun them around and pressed Jared into the wall, kissing him hard. Jared opened his mouth on a moan, and Jensen took advantage of the opportunity to curl his tongue around Jared’s and suck on it. Jensen shifted closer, lining their dicks up, and even through the layers of their jeans, it was incredible. Jared gripped his hips to steady himself, while Jensen slowly tongue-fucked every thought out of his head except ohgodyes and more and jenjenjen.
He heard one of the dogs walk a few steps into the living room, then retreat back into the kitchen. They were used to this. They knew when to attack them with puppy love and when to stay out of the way and let their daddy have hot sex with his boyfriend. His babies were so smart.
“Fuck.” Jared’s head hit the wall with a soft thud as Jensen roamed his way across his jaw, lips and tongue leaving a blazing hot trail on his sensitive skin. Jensen always felt made of fire, and he burned in the best way possible.
“Wanna fuck you, baby. Wanna be inside you and fuck you hard,” Jensen murmured, low and dirty, into Jared’s ear, tugging on his earlobe with his teeth.
“Fuck, yeah. Yeah,” Jared breathed, tightening his hold on Jensen’s hips and rocking against him.
Jensen smiled at him, the slow, easy, lust-filled one that Jared loved. If he weren’t already achingly hard, that smile would do it instantaneously.
Jensen sank to his knees in this gracefully boneless slide down Jared’s body, then mouthed Jared through his pants. Jared bucked into him, banging his head on the wall again and closing his eyes. With a last suck on the wet denim, Jensen sat back on his heels and quickly undid Jared’s jeans and shoved everything out of his way. Electricity shot up his spine when Jensen wrapped a hand around his dick, and he let out a litany of curses when Jensen leisurely licked the beads of precome from the tip. It took some time for Jensen to get the hang of blowjobs (Jared was all too willing to provide him the necessary practice), but he was a fucking pro at it now. He licked and sucked and fisted Jared’s dick and didn’t choke if Jared thrust deep into his mouth. Jared cupped the back of Jensen’s neck, trying to hold back the intense orgasm throbbing beneath his skin, but the dirty and wet slide of Jensen’s mouth sent him hurtling to the edge.
“Imma, fuck, Jen! Imma, holy God fucking dammit!” Jared shouted, twisting Jensen’s short hair. Jensen didn’t react to the pain at all, though, just kept at it till Jared tensed all over and came, coating Jensen’s throat. Jensen swallowed it all, licking Jared clean and teasing another couple spurts out of him. “Holy shit,” Jared whimpered as Jensen released his now-limp dick with a wet squelching sound.
“So fucking hot, Jay,” Jensen growled against his shoulder once he stood up and snuggled into Jared’s arms.
“Nghh,” Jared answered, unsuccessfully attempting to straighten his knees and maintain some semblance of coherency.
“Wanna fuck you,” Jensen reminded him, and Jared nodded stupidly, hitching his pants up enough not to trip on them and letting Jensen drag him down the hallway to his bedroom.
Pushing Jared onto the bed, Jensen crawled on after him, then stripped them both, stopping to lick Jared all over. Jared squirmed under him, amazed to grow hard again already. He usually had a much better recovery time while sober, had to with his fucking insatiable boyfriend, but Jensen was doing some incredibly awesome things with his tongue. If he weren’t currently whimpering incoherently, he’d tell Jensen that. Jensen backed off long enough to scrabble clumsily through the nightstand for the lube and a condom. He worked Jared open slowly at first, but Jared wanted him now, so he added another finger, scissoring them and hitting Jared’s prostate.
“M’ready, Jen, please! Come on, fuck me. Now!” Jared urged, fucking down on Jensen’s fingers and groping around for the condom.
Briefly biting one of Jared’s nipples, Jensen removed his fingers and tore open the condom Jared slapped into his other hand. Jared gasped and closed his eyes when Jensen finally thrust inside, setting a hard and fast rhythm. Jared hooked his ankles around Jensen’s waist, pressing his heels into the small of his back. Jensen kissed him, tunneling his hands through Jared’s messy hair, the slow stroke of his tongue contrasting with the harsh thrust of his hips. Jared moved with him, reaching up to clutch the headboard in a white-knuckled grip. Jared didn’t last long before moaning into Jensen’s mouth and shuddering through his orgasm. After a few more deep thrusts, Jensen came as well, growling Jared’s name, and collapsed heavily onto Jared’s chest.
“Jesus Christ,” Jensen mumbled roughly.
Smiling, Jared tossed the used condom in the vague direction of the trashcan and grabbed a handful of tissues to clean them up. Jensen absently pulled the sheet over them, then snuggled against Jared’s side, only a handful of seconds away from passing out. Jared kissed his sweaty temple, loosely wrapping his arms around him and sighing contentedly.
III.
Jensen woke up alone. A usual occurrence, so he didn’t worry, especially after he rolled over and the clock blinked 2:32 at him. Shit, it was really late. Jared would’ve gotten up hours ago. He was a morning person, even hungover, liked to run with the dogs and sit with a cup of coffee while reading the paper. Jensen preferred to sleep in as much as possible, especially on days he didn’t have surgery or wasn’t on call. He spent so many days just stealing naps here and there. He always took advantage of the opportunity for more sleep. It worked, mostly, as long as Jared didn’t try to get him up early, with his boundless energy and excitement over everything.
He rolled over onto his back and stretched, scrubbing a hand through his hair. Tequila left him feeling like refried death the next day. He had no idea why he let Chris and Chad talk him into so many shots each time. The awesome drunken sex he and Jared always had might have something to do with it, though. Sadie perked up from her spot across the room when she heard him moving around and padded over to the bed, poking him in the ribs with her wet nose to coax him into petting her. He scratched her ears for a few minutes before stumbling out of bed and grabbing random clothes off the floor- his t-shirt from the night before and an old, worn pair of Jared’s sweats. The hems hung too long, of course, but it beat looking for wherever he left his own jeans. He had this habit of losing his clothes whenever he stayed the night at Jared’s.
After a stop in the bathroom to revive himself a bit more and get rid of the small-rodent-crawled-in-my-mouth-and-died taste coating his tongue, he went searching for Jared. He found him in the spare bedroom/office/junk room, hunched over the desk and typing furiously on his laptop. Even standing in the doorway, Jensen could detect the lines of tension running down Jared’s neck and across his shoulders. He’d gotten used to this stance of Jared’s over the last couple months. It meant he was working on his ridiculously long thesis about…something Jensen never understood, no matter how many times Jared explained it to him. Jensen should probably leave him alone, since he was under a time crunch to get it done in order to graduate in December, but knowing Jared, he hadn’t moved in hours, hadn’t eaten or anything, and it was up to Jensen to be an awesome boyfriend and take care of Jared when he got like this.
“Hey,” he said softly, leaning a hip against the side of Jared’s chair and kneading the back of his neck with one hand.
“Mmm, hey,” Jared moaned in pleasure and tipped his head back to give Jensen a tired smile. “Are those my sweats?”
“Yeah,” he replied, puzzled by the odd look that passed through Jared’s eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.” Smiling, he ducked his head, then continued typing.
“How’s it going?” Jensen asked hesitantly. Jared could answer normally or totally blow up at him, depending on his current stress level. He’d received a lecture about interrupting him just last week. And a really incredible blowjob a couple hours later as an apology. Jensen hoped the massage mellowed him out enough.
“Okay, I think. A few more sentences and I should have this section done. I’m about halfway through hopefully.”
Breathing in relief, he squeezed Jared’s neck. “That’s awesome, Jay. I’m sure it’s really good.”
Jared sighed. “Yeah, I hope so. My faculty advisor is kinda an asshole, though, so we’ll see. He made someone rewrite over 10 pages of their thesis once, just because he didn’t like their sentence structure or some bullshit like that.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve read your stuff before, remember? You’re pretty damn good.”
“Thanks.”
Jensen slid his fingers into Jared’s hair, gently massaging his scalp, and Jared relaxed into the touch. “You up for a little distraction?”
“Depends.” Jared spun sideways in his office chair and threw him a dimpled grin. Wrapping an arm around his waist, he shifted Jensen in front of him and hugged him. “What did you have in mind?”
“Not that.” Jensen rolled his eyes as Jared’s eager look turned into one of his lesser pouts. “How about some food? I’m starving.”
“That’s what happens when you sleep through breakfast and lunch, dude.”
“Oh, shut up. I’m hungover and fucked out. Not everyone can get up at the ass crack of dawn, Jay.”
“Hmm. Whatever.” Jared smiled up at him, then buried his nose in Jensen’s stomach, closing his eyes. “I could go for some food.”
Jensen slipped his hands back into his silky curls and kissed his temple, smiling at his low groan. “Somewhere boyfriend-y or the diner?” Somewhere boyfriend-y simply involved a place none of their friends were likely to show up. Their friends were great, but they needed their privacy sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time. He always spent more time with Jared than anyone else anyway, but it was even more now. Not that anyone should blame him. Jared was fucking addictive.
“The diner. I have a sudden craving for Steve’s cheese fries.”
“All right. Just let me shower first.”
“I’ll come keep you company.”
Which turned out to mean stripping down and joining him in the shower. He crowded Jensen back against the tiled wall and kissed him, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth and sucking. Jensen tangled his hand in Jared’s damp hair, and they jerked each other off, slow and easy, hands sliding effortlessly over slick skin. Who knew the perfect cure for his hangover was Jared’s tongue in his mouth and a mind-blowing orgasm?
IV.
Mike was the only one of their group at the diner when he and Jensen walked in. Stacks of DVDs surrounded his portable DVD player, and Mike occasionally jotted something down in his notebook. Jared thought Mike had the best (and easiest) job. All he did was watch movies and TV. Okay, sure, he had to write articles for the newspaper, too, but he got to watch movies and TV all day!
“Hey!” Mike said enthusiastically as he and Jensen pulled out chairs across from him. He turned off his movie and shoved some of the DVDs over to make room. “So, you guys stopped fucking each other long enough to eat?” he asked, smirking.
“Fuck you,” Jared muttered, rolling his eyes.
“Nah, you’re not my type.”
“Shut up, Mike, or I’ll stick my tongue down Jared’s throat right here, and I know you don’t want that,” Jensen threatened amiably.
Mike shuddered and made a gagging noise, but he was still grinning. “Okay, okay. Shutting up now.”
“Good choice. Besides, I thought everything was your type?” Jensen added, grinning.
“Hey, I do have standards, you know!” Mike insisted.
Steve came out from the back then to take their orders, wiping his hands on his apron and smiling. “Hey, guys. What can I get you?”
“Cheese fries!” Jared answered before Steve could finish the question. Jensen laughed at him, but Steve just nodded.
“Anything else, big guy, or just that?”
“Just a huge plate of your cheese fries, dude, and I’ll be good.”
Jensen told Steve what he wanted, then they chatted with him for awhile. He planned to update the menu a bit, and since they helped him choose everything before, he wanted their input. He liked to keep his menu current, while still making his customers happy. He had a few loyal, yet dissimilar groups of customers: the early morning checkers crew, a group of old men in their late 80’s and early 90’s that sat around playing checkers and gossiping about their wives; the 20-somethings that popped in during lunch or after work; the Thursday afternoon “book club” that mainly complained about their husbands and subtly flirted with an oblivious Steve whenever he left the kitchen; and all the college kids that appreciated the good, cheap food.
After they hashed out the new menu and Jared’s stomach growled loudly to remind them he was starving, Steve laughed and stood up. He smiled, thanking them and clapping each of them on the back, and headed back to the kitchen. Mike began rambling about this crazy movie from the local film festival that he saw the other night and how it just proved that Hollywood really ran the government and George Clooney was clearly the leader even though Tom Cruise wished he was and some other bullshit that Jared stopped listening to after a few minutes. He glanced at Jensen and rolled his eyes, but discovered Jensen with his eyes glazed over, head propped on a hand.
“Jen!” Jared hissed and kicked his ankle under the table.
Jensen’s chin fell off his hand, and he jumped a little. “Wha?”
“I think Mike’s totally lost it!” He was still going on and on, gesturing wildly and getting totally agitated and stressed about the state of the world.
Luckily, Chris arrived then with their food and distracted Mike long enough for him to forget what he was saying.
“Hey, man! I didn’t know you were here!” Jared almost kissed him for saving them from Mike. “Pull up a chair and sit awhile.”
"Can't stay, sorry. I was just helping Steve out, since one of the cooks called in sick. I actually need to get going,” Chris answered, setting down their plates.
“You have something more important to do than hanging with us?” Jensen asked, grinning, then stole a couple of Jared’s fries. Jared swatted him away and hunched over his plate to protect it from more thieves. “What’s up?”
Chris hesitated a moment before ducking his head and blurting, “Ihaveadate.”
“What was that?” Mike raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t quite catch it.”
Crossing his arms and glaring, Chris lifted his head. “I have a date,” he repeated resignedly, sighing.
Jared felt his mouth fall open, and Jensen looked just as surprised.
“A date? A real date, not just a random hookup?” Mike asked, smirking, literally rubbing his hands in glee.
“Fuck you, Mike. Yes, a real date.”
“Do we know this chick?”
“Yes.” His glare intensified, and it was obvious he wouldn’t explain anymore. “I have to go. I’m gonna be late.”
“For your date?” Mike crooned and waggled his eyebrows, earning himself a smack on the back of the head as Chris passed him.
Once Chris’d left, they all looked at each other in bewilderment. Chris on a date was about the last thing Jared expected to happen. Then he shrugged his shoulders and went back to his fries. Food was so much more important than figuring out Chris’s love life. He plowed through his fries and finished Jensen’s uneaten chips, then ate a big piece of Steve’s awesome cherry pie. They ended up staying for a couple hours, talking about random shit and laughing. He even helped Steve out for awhile, doing simple things like flipping burgers (he could plan a menu, but not really execute it without burning something). He knew it was time to leave when Jensen flashed him this look and slid his hand up Jared’s leg to curl around his hip.
Jared stood up so fast then that he banged his knee on the underside of the table and nearly knocked his chair over onto the nice woman sitting behind him. Jensen giggled at him, and Mike smirked, making a rude gesture with his hand. Punching Mike’s shoulder, Jared nudged Jensen toward the door.
V.
Jared arrived at Jensen’s just before noon. Jensen had been up for less than 20 minutes, and his brain wasn’t fully awake yet. He still had sleep in his eyes and his pajamas on. He set his coffee mug on the coffee table and stumbled over to open the door, immediately getting knocked over by the dogs’ enthusiasm. Laughing softly, Jensen knelt and hugged Sadie while scratching Harley’s ears and keeping their wet doggy tongues out of his face. Harley barked excitedly and wagged his tail with his usual whole body wiggle. Jensen buried his head in Sadie’s soft fur and shuddered out a long breath.
Jensen finally stood up when Jared cleared his throat in this adorably ex aggerated what-about-me way. “Hey,” Jensen murmured, backing Jared against the wall and kissing him, slow and deep.
“Hey,” Jared answered with a smile. He brushed a hand across Jensen’s cheek, then loosely wrapped his arms around his waist. “You okay?”
Jensen sighed and leaned his forehead on Jared’s shoulder. He loved his job, he really did. There was nothing better or more rewarding than performing surgery on a little kid and telling the parents their baby was going to be all right. Nothing. But sometimes it sucked, and he never quite learned how to stay completely detached. He felt it when he lost a patient, and he was grateful he had Jared and his friends around to help him get over it. Steve would stop by and make sure he ate. Mike would drag him to the bar for a beer and some pool. Jared would come, dogs in tow, and they’d hang out and forget about all the bad things.
He sighed again and closed his eyes, gripping tight to Jared’s hips. He always felt like an idiot, letting it bring him down like this. He wasn’t the idealistic med student anymore, convinced he’d save the world one bad heart at a time. But the awful reality of working with sick children still surprised him sometimes. And hurt.
“Jen? You okay?” he repeated, tightening his arms a little.
“I’m better now,” he admitted after a minute.
Jared kissed his temple and nudged him gently. “Come on. I brought bad movies with lots of shit blowing up and video games, and we can order too much pizza and wings and not talk about anything except what you want on your pizza.”
Smiling against Jared’s shoulder, Jensen said, “Sounds awesome, man,” but he didn’t move right away.
“It’ll be okay, Jen. All right?”
He nodded and backed up, kissing Jared briefly before heading back into the living room and his rapidly cooling coffee. He sat heavily on the couch, curling against Jared’s side when he sat beside him. He watched Sadie and Harley explore his apartment, sniffing everything in sight. It wasn’t like they’d never been there before, but they always acted like it was the first time. At least Harley finally stopped peeing on something every time. They generally hung out at Jared’s, for several reasons: 1. Jared’s place was bigger. 2. It was closer to their favorite bar. 3. Most importantly, Jared worried about his babies alone at home. Sadie eventually wandered back over and plopped down at their feet, but Harley whined from the kitchen till Jared dug out the extra bag of dog food Jensen kept in his pantry and set out bowls for them.
“Here.” Jared handed him a fresh mug of coffee when he got back and settled on the other end of the couch, pulling Jensen’s feet into his lap and massaging his arches. Jensen moaned around his mug and slumped down into the cushions. Jared had the most incredible fucking hands.
“Thanks,” he told Jared quietly, knowing Jared would understand everything he wasn’t saying.
Jared just smiled at him, dimples showing and this…gentle look in his eyes.
They ordered a couple pizzas and some hot wings from the tiny Italian place down the block and pigged out in the living room, hunched over the coffee table and fending off a begging Harley. He tossed each of the dogs some pizza crust and ignored Jared’s disapproving glare. Jensen grinned at him and reached over to lick the sauce from the corners of Jared’s mouth.
Jensen kicked Jared’s ass at Madden, and Jared kicked Jensen’s ass at a new game called Welcome to the Hellmouth: Zombie Edition, while consuming his body weight in chips and crowing his triumph with his mouth full.
“Dude, manners!” Jensen exclaimed, punching Jared’s arm. “Your mama would keel over and die if she saw you now.”
Jared crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out and giggled at Jensen’s horrified grimace. “You know you love me,” he claimed, then crawled across the couch to kiss Jensen.
“Whatever,” Jensen muttered, but he smiled against Jared’s lips and tugged him down to lie between his legs.
After awhile, Jared pulled away and looked up at him seriously. “You feel better, baby?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Jay.” He brushed Jared’s bangs out of his eyes, and Jared smiled.
Resting his cheek on Jensen’s chest, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I like lazy days like this, when neither of us are rushing off somewhere else, when I don’t have to worry about finishing my thesis or finding a job before my savings runs out.”
Jared survived through grad school on scholarships and loans, once he quit his part-time job at Borders to concentrate on school. He knew Jared worried more about what would happen after graduation than he let on. He also knew Jared socked away plenty of money to keep him going for several months.
“Me, too,” he replied, earning himself another dimpled smile from Jared.
Jared’s kiss was sweet, a leisurely exploration of Jensen’s mouth, the wet slide of his tongue, the firm but gentle press of his lips, the nip and tug of his teeth. Jensen savored it all, melted into his heat and the love that radiated from each touch.
Later, with the sound of shit blowing up on the TV, Jensen fell asleep, Sadie curled up on one side of him and Jared on the other, nose buried in Jensen’s neck and warm breath ghosting over his skin.
Part 2
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17, for swearing and lots of boy touching
Word Count: ~11,000
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: AU. Jared and Jensen are sickeningly in love (just ask Chad), but will an unexpected offer tear them apart?
A/N 1: Sequel to Listen to your Heart. Might help to read that first.
A/N 2: This is for Rain once again, who wanted a random porny scene of these boys and didn't complain when it turned into a whole sequel. *hugs*
A/N 3: Title from Roxette again, though this time the lyrics kinda go with the story.
A/N 4: My birthday is on Friday, so I thought I'd do it backwards and give you guys a present instead. :D
“Whoa there, buddy,” Mike said, grabbing Jensen’s hand from off his stomach. “Why don’t you go over there and grope your boyfriend instead?” He pointed across the bar with his chin to where the rest of their group had taken over a couple of the bar’s small tables.
“Okay!” Jensen answered brightly and grinned, passing his pool cue to Steve, who’d been leaning against the wall and waiting for Jensen and Mike to finish their game. It was so awesome that he was actually allowed to grope Jared inappropriately now, allowed to kiss him in public and hold his hand. Awesome.
“Careful, man,” Steve told him, rolling his eyes as Jensen tripped over the end of the cue.
Jensen ignored him, his attention now fully secured on getting to Jared. He looked good tonight, like really good, like totally bitable. Not that he looked bad any other time, but he was wearing tight, tight jeans and an even tighter dark blue t-shirt and his hair curled around his ears and fell into his gorgeous hazel eyes and his lips were all shiny and full and his cheeks were turning pink from the tequila and his huge hands just swallowed the tiny shot glass and his long legs wrapped around the rungs of his chair and damn. Jensen had to stop and adjust himself and hoped no one noticed his raging hard-on.
“Hey, baby.” Jared smiled, lazy and slow, when Jensen finally reached him and leaned against his side. Jared wrapped an arm around his waist, playing with the belt loop on his hip.
“Hey.” Jensen nuzzled Jared’s neck, tonguing a bead of sweat off his jaw. Jared’s breath hitched, and he angled his head toward him so Jensen could suck on his pulse point. Jensen stepped closer, swinging a leg over to straddle Jared’s chair, and kissed his way over to his mouth. Sucking on that awesome bottom lip, Jensen slid his hands up Jared’s chest, then gripped the back of the chair for support so he could rock against Jared’s thigh without losing his balance. He tasted the burn of the tequila and the salty bitterness of bar peanuts and the incredible sweetness of Jared underneath it all. Jensen didn’t think he’d ever get tired of kissing Jared, of savoring Jared like this. Jared growled and fisted the back of Jensen’s t-shirt, pulling him even closer. Jensen deepened their kiss, licking into his mouth and moaning at the slick heat.
“Oh, God. I think I liked it better when you guys were secretly pining for each other,” Chad groaned.
Jensen lifted one hand and gave him the finger without moving his mouth off Jared’s. Jared kissed way too incredibly hot to let Chad interrupt them.
“Oh, yeah, ‘cause it’s so much better when you and Kenzie suck face?” Chris asked sarcastically.
“Of course. We’re hot,” Chad claimed smugly, and Chris snorted.
“Shut up, you two. I think it’s adorable,” Kenzie defended them. “Look at them. They’re just so cute!”
Jensen’s legs kinda protested the awkward angle then. He reluctantly broke away and resituated himself to sit on Jared’s lap, resting his head on his shoulder. He was much too drunk to feel like a girl about it, even after he turned and found Kenzie sitting the same way on Chad. At least Jared didn’t have his hands on his thighs under his skirt like Chad did with Kenzie. Possibly because Jared had his hands under Jensen’s t-shirt instead, fingers dancing over his ribs. Um, but most likely because he wasn’t wearing a skirt.
Chad grunted disgustedly, then grimaced when Kenzie elbowed him in the stomach. “Ow! Shit, woman!”
“Leave Jared and Jensen alone. They’re adorable and in love,” Kenzie insisted, kissing Chad’s nose at his muttered whatever.
“Thanks, Kenz,” Jared replied, rubbing his cheek against the top of Jensen’s head.
Jensen lost the thread of the conversation after that, too caught up in Jared’s touch and the shot of tequila Chris gave him. The happy alcohol buzz he had going settled into a pleasantly lethargic state. He half-closed his eyes, bonelessly snuggling in Jared’s arms. Jared and Kenzie started in on something about a TV show the night before. Mike and Steve joined them, Mike with a bottle of beer in each fist, but Jensen only had the energy to nod vaguely in their direction. Chris and Chad argued about, from what Jensen could gather through his sleepy haze, the merits of plain versus chunky peanut butter. Whatever it was, Chad was getting pretty worked up about it, while Chris simply sat back in his chair and smirked.
“Jen? Baby, you still with me?” Jared murmured against his ear, causing goose bumps to pop up all over his body.
“Mmm, yeah.” He shifted, whimpering softly at the feel of Jared’s hard muscled thighs under his. He went from half-asleep to half-hard in two seconds flat. “M’so fucking horny, Jay. Let’s go back to your place and fuck.”
When Chad choked on his beer and spluttered, nearly dumping Kenzie off his lap, and Mike snorted loudly into his beer, Jensen realized he hadn’t said that as quietly as he intended. Jared flushed red all over and closed his eyes, groaning in embarrassment.
“Dude, he’s fucking lit,” Chris laughed. “You better get your boy home, Jared.”
Jensen loved it when Chris called him that, because he was. Jared’s.
Jared hauled him to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Come on, Jen.”
Jensen grinned at him and stuck his hand in Jared’s back pocket.
“Don’t forget to use a condom!” Chad yelled on their way out the door.
II.
Jared half-dragged, half-carried Jensen down the sidewalk, though Jensen had sobered up a bit once they left the bar. They’d done this countless times over the years, and them dating now hadn’t changed it much, at least not in principle. But Jensen still had his hand tucked into Jared’s pocket and his head buried in Jared’s neck, while he lazily sucked a bruise into his collarbone. Jared groaned inwardly and picked up their pace.
It still surprised him sometimes just how horny and cuddly Jensen got when drunk, still surprised him that he got to see it firsthand and reap the benefits. He’d always been handsy, but he turned into an octopus now, wrapping himself around Jared and constantly groping him. Not that Jared minded really. It was just a little uncomfortable and embarrassing to always be so fucking turned on in public. Jensen was all for throwing him against the wall of a bar (or the library on campus) and humping him where everyone could see them, but Jared couldn’t ignore their audience long enough to get off.
Speaking of which…
“Jen? Ya wanna get your hand out of my pants? I really don’t wanna get arrested for public indecency.”
“S’okay. No one round,” Jensen slurred, but he moved his hand back to Jared’s hip. “We almost there, Jay?”
“Yep.”
“Good. M’so fucking horny.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Jared muttered. The hard length of Jensen’s erection against his hip was indication enough of that.
Luckily, they reached Jared’s apartment a couple minutes later. Jared fumbled with his keys, distracted by Jensen plastered against his back, hands already on Jared’s zipper and mouth breathing hot and wet between his shoulder blades. He finally fitted key to lock and opened the door, and Jensen stumbled in after him. Quickly regaining his feet, Jensen spun them around and pressed Jared into the wall, kissing him hard. Jared opened his mouth on a moan, and Jensen took advantage of the opportunity to curl his tongue around Jared’s and suck on it. Jensen shifted closer, lining their dicks up, and even through the layers of their jeans, it was incredible. Jared gripped his hips to steady himself, while Jensen slowly tongue-fucked every thought out of his head except ohgodyes and more and jenjenjen.
He heard one of the dogs walk a few steps into the living room, then retreat back into the kitchen. They were used to this. They knew when to attack them with puppy love and when to stay out of the way and let their daddy have hot sex with his boyfriend. His babies were so smart.
“Fuck.” Jared’s head hit the wall with a soft thud as Jensen roamed his way across his jaw, lips and tongue leaving a blazing hot trail on his sensitive skin. Jensen always felt made of fire, and he burned in the best way possible.
“Wanna fuck you, baby. Wanna be inside you and fuck you hard,” Jensen murmured, low and dirty, into Jared’s ear, tugging on his earlobe with his teeth.
“Fuck, yeah. Yeah,” Jared breathed, tightening his hold on Jensen’s hips and rocking against him.
Jensen smiled at him, the slow, easy, lust-filled one that Jared loved. If he weren’t already achingly hard, that smile would do it instantaneously.
Jensen sank to his knees in this gracefully boneless slide down Jared’s body, then mouthed Jared through his pants. Jared bucked into him, banging his head on the wall again and closing his eyes. With a last suck on the wet denim, Jensen sat back on his heels and quickly undid Jared’s jeans and shoved everything out of his way. Electricity shot up his spine when Jensen wrapped a hand around his dick, and he let out a litany of curses when Jensen leisurely licked the beads of precome from the tip. It took some time for Jensen to get the hang of blowjobs (Jared was all too willing to provide him the necessary practice), but he was a fucking pro at it now. He licked and sucked and fisted Jared’s dick and didn’t choke if Jared thrust deep into his mouth. Jared cupped the back of Jensen’s neck, trying to hold back the intense orgasm throbbing beneath his skin, but the dirty and wet slide of Jensen’s mouth sent him hurtling to the edge.
“Imma, fuck, Jen! Imma, holy God fucking dammit!” Jared shouted, twisting Jensen’s short hair. Jensen didn’t react to the pain at all, though, just kept at it till Jared tensed all over and came, coating Jensen’s throat. Jensen swallowed it all, licking Jared clean and teasing another couple spurts out of him. “Holy shit,” Jared whimpered as Jensen released his now-limp dick with a wet squelching sound.
“So fucking hot, Jay,” Jensen growled against his shoulder once he stood up and snuggled into Jared’s arms.
“Nghh,” Jared answered, unsuccessfully attempting to straighten his knees and maintain some semblance of coherency.
“Wanna fuck you,” Jensen reminded him, and Jared nodded stupidly, hitching his pants up enough not to trip on them and letting Jensen drag him down the hallway to his bedroom.
Pushing Jared onto the bed, Jensen crawled on after him, then stripped them both, stopping to lick Jared all over. Jared squirmed under him, amazed to grow hard again already. He usually had a much better recovery time while sober, had to with his fucking insatiable boyfriend, but Jensen was doing some incredibly awesome things with his tongue. If he weren’t currently whimpering incoherently, he’d tell Jensen that. Jensen backed off long enough to scrabble clumsily through the nightstand for the lube and a condom. He worked Jared open slowly at first, but Jared wanted him now, so he added another finger, scissoring them and hitting Jared’s prostate.
“M’ready, Jen, please! Come on, fuck me. Now!” Jared urged, fucking down on Jensen’s fingers and groping around for the condom.
Briefly biting one of Jared’s nipples, Jensen removed his fingers and tore open the condom Jared slapped into his other hand. Jared gasped and closed his eyes when Jensen finally thrust inside, setting a hard and fast rhythm. Jared hooked his ankles around Jensen’s waist, pressing his heels into the small of his back. Jensen kissed him, tunneling his hands through Jared’s messy hair, the slow stroke of his tongue contrasting with the harsh thrust of his hips. Jared moved with him, reaching up to clutch the headboard in a white-knuckled grip. Jared didn’t last long before moaning into Jensen’s mouth and shuddering through his orgasm. After a few more deep thrusts, Jensen came as well, growling Jared’s name, and collapsed heavily onto Jared’s chest.
“Jesus Christ,” Jensen mumbled roughly.
Smiling, Jared tossed the used condom in the vague direction of the trashcan and grabbed a handful of tissues to clean them up. Jensen absently pulled the sheet over them, then snuggled against Jared’s side, only a handful of seconds away from passing out. Jared kissed his sweaty temple, loosely wrapping his arms around him and sighing contentedly.
III.
Jensen woke up alone. A usual occurrence, so he didn’t worry, especially after he rolled over and the clock blinked 2:32 at him. Shit, it was really late. Jared would’ve gotten up hours ago. He was a morning person, even hungover, liked to run with the dogs and sit with a cup of coffee while reading the paper. Jensen preferred to sleep in as much as possible, especially on days he didn’t have surgery or wasn’t on call. He spent so many days just stealing naps here and there. He always took advantage of the opportunity for more sleep. It worked, mostly, as long as Jared didn’t try to get him up early, with his boundless energy and excitement over everything.
He rolled over onto his back and stretched, scrubbing a hand through his hair. Tequila left him feeling like refried death the next day. He had no idea why he let Chris and Chad talk him into so many shots each time. The awesome drunken sex he and Jared always had might have something to do with it, though. Sadie perked up from her spot across the room when she heard him moving around and padded over to the bed, poking him in the ribs with her wet nose to coax him into petting her. He scratched her ears for a few minutes before stumbling out of bed and grabbing random clothes off the floor- his t-shirt from the night before and an old, worn pair of Jared’s sweats. The hems hung too long, of course, but it beat looking for wherever he left his own jeans. He had this habit of losing his clothes whenever he stayed the night at Jared’s.
After a stop in the bathroom to revive himself a bit more and get rid of the small-rodent-crawled-in-my-mouth-and-died taste coating his tongue, he went searching for Jared. He found him in the spare bedroom/office/junk room, hunched over the desk and typing furiously on his laptop. Even standing in the doorway, Jensen could detect the lines of tension running down Jared’s neck and across his shoulders. He’d gotten used to this stance of Jared’s over the last couple months. It meant he was working on his ridiculously long thesis about…something Jensen never understood, no matter how many times Jared explained it to him. Jensen should probably leave him alone, since he was under a time crunch to get it done in order to graduate in December, but knowing Jared, he hadn’t moved in hours, hadn’t eaten or anything, and it was up to Jensen to be an awesome boyfriend and take care of Jared when he got like this.
“Hey,” he said softly, leaning a hip against the side of Jared’s chair and kneading the back of his neck with one hand.
“Mmm, hey,” Jared moaned in pleasure and tipped his head back to give Jensen a tired smile. “Are those my sweats?”
“Yeah,” he replied, puzzled by the odd look that passed through Jared’s eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.” Smiling, he ducked his head, then continued typing.
“How’s it going?” Jensen asked hesitantly. Jared could answer normally or totally blow up at him, depending on his current stress level. He’d received a lecture about interrupting him just last week. And a really incredible blowjob a couple hours later as an apology. Jensen hoped the massage mellowed him out enough.
“Okay, I think. A few more sentences and I should have this section done. I’m about halfway through hopefully.”
Breathing in relief, he squeezed Jared’s neck. “That’s awesome, Jay. I’m sure it’s really good.”
Jared sighed. “Yeah, I hope so. My faculty advisor is kinda an asshole, though, so we’ll see. He made someone rewrite over 10 pages of their thesis once, just because he didn’t like their sentence structure or some bullshit like that.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve read your stuff before, remember? You’re pretty damn good.”
“Thanks.”
Jensen slid his fingers into Jared’s hair, gently massaging his scalp, and Jared relaxed into the touch. “You up for a little distraction?”
“Depends.” Jared spun sideways in his office chair and threw him a dimpled grin. Wrapping an arm around his waist, he shifted Jensen in front of him and hugged him. “What did you have in mind?”
“Not that.” Jensen rolled his eyes as Jared’s eager look turned into one of his lesser pouts. “How about some food? I’m starving.”
“That’s what happens when you sleep through breakfast and lunch, dude.”
“Oh, shut up. I’m hungover and fucked out. Not everyone can get up at the ass crack of dawn, Jay.”
“Hmm. Whatever.” Jared smiled up at him, then buried his nose in Jensen’s stomach, closing his eyes. “I could go for some food.”
Jensen slipped his hands back into his silky curls and kissed his temple, smiling at his low groan. “Somewhere boyfriend-y or the diner?” Somewhere boyfriend-y simply involved a place none of their friends were likely to show up. Their friends were great, but they needed their privacy sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time. He always spent more time with Jared than anyone else anyway, but it was even more now. Not that anyone should blame him. Jared was fucking addictive.
“The diner. I have a sudden craving for Steve’s cheese fries.”
“All right. Just let me shower first.”
“I’ll come keep you company.”
Which turned out to mean stripping down and joining him in the shower. He crowded Jensen back against the tiled wall and kissed him, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth and sucking. Jensen tangled his hand in Jared’s damp hair, and they jerked each other off, slow and easy, hands sliding effortlessly over slick skin. Who knew the perfect cure for his hangover was Jared’s tongue in his mouth and a mind-blowing orgasm?
IV.
Mike was the only one of their group at the diner when he and Jensen walked in. Stacks of DVDs surrounded his portable DVD player, and Mike occasionally jotted something down in his notebook. Jared thought Mike had the best (and easiest) job. All he did was watch movies and TV. Okay, sure, he had to write articles for the newspaper, too, but he got to watch movies and TV all day!
“Hey!” Mike said enthusiastically as he and Jensen pulled out chairs across from him. He turned off his movie and shoved some of the DVDs over to make room. “So, you guys stopped fucking each other long enough to eat?” he asked, smirking.
“Fuck you,” Jared muttered, rolling his eyes.
“Nah, you’re not my type.”
“Shut up, Mike, or I’ll stick my tongue down Jared’s throat right here, and I know you don’t want that,” Jensen threatened amiably.
Mike shuddered and made a gagging noise, but he was still grinning. “Okay, okay. Shutting up now.”
“Good choice. Besides, I thought everything was your type?” Jensen added, grinning.
“Hey, I do have standards, you know!” Mike insisted.
Steve came out from the back then to take their orders, wiping his hands on his apron and smiling. “Hey, guys. What can I get you?”
“Cheese fries!” Jared answered before Steve could finish the question. Jensen laughed at him, but Steve just nodded.
“Anything else, big guy, or just that?”
“Just a huge plate of your cheese fries, dude, and I’ll be good.”
Jensen told Steve what he wanted, then they chatted with him for awhile. He planned to update the menu a bit, and since they helped him choose everything before, he wanted their input. He liked to keep his menu current, while still making his customers happy. He had a few loyal, yet dissimilar groups of customers: the early morning checkers crew, a group of old men in their late 80’s and early 90’s that sat around playing checkers and gossiping about their wives; the 20-somethings that popped in during lunch or after work; the Thursday afternoon “book club” that mainly complained about their husbands and subtly flirted with an oblivious Steve whenever he left the kitchen; and all the college kids that appreciated the good, cheap food.
After they hashed out the new menu and Jared’s stomach growled loudly to remind them he was starving, Steve laughed and stood up. He smiled, thanking them and clapping each of them on the back, and headed back to the kitchen. Mike began rambling about this crazy movie from the local film festival that he saw the other night and how it just proved that Hollywood really ran the government and George Clooney was clearly the leader even though Tom Cruise wished he was and some other bullshit that Jared stopped listening to after a few minutes. He glanced at Jensen and rolled his eyes, but discovered Jensen with his eyes glazed over, head propped on a hand.
“Jen!” Jared hissed and kicked his ankle under the table.
Jensen’s chin fell off his hand, and he jumped a little. “Wha?”
“I think Mike’s totally lost it!” He was still going on and on, gesturing wildly and getting totally agitated and stressed about the state of the world.
Luckily, Chris arrived then with their food and distracted Mike long enough for him to forget what he was saying.
“Hey, man! I didn’t know you were here!” Jared almost kissed him for saving them from Mike. “Pull up a chair and sit awhile.”
"Can't stay, sorry. I was just helping Steve out, since one of the cooks called in sick. I actually need to get going,” Chris answered, setting down their plates.
“You have something more important to do than hanging with us?” Jensen asked, grinning, then stole a couple of Jared’s fries. Jared swatted him away and hunched over his plate to protect it from more thieves. “What’s up?”
Chris hesitated a moment before ducking his head and blurting, “Ihaveadate.”
“What was that?” Mike raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t quite catch it.”
Crossing his arms and glaring, Chris lifted his head. “I have a date,” he repeated resignedly, sighing.
Jared felt his mouth fall open, and Jensen looked just as surprised.
“A date? A real date, not just a random hookup?” Mike asked, smirking, literally rubbing his hands in glee.
“Fuck you, Mike. Yes, a real date.”
“Do we know this chick?”
“Yes.” His glare intensified, and it was obvious he wouldn’t explain anymore. “I have to go. I’m gonna be late.”
“For your date?” Mike crooned and waggled his eyebrows, earning himself a smack on the back of the head as Chris passed him.
Once Chris’d left, they all looked at each other in bewilderment. Chris on a date was about the last thing Jared expected to happen. Then he shrugged his shoulders and went back to his fries. Food was so much more important than figuring out Chris’s love life. He plowed through his fries and finished Jensen’s uneaten chips, then ate a big piece of Steve’s awesome cherry pie. They ended up staying for a couple hours, talking about random shit and laughing. He even helped Steve out for awhile, doing simple things like flipping burgers (he could plan a menu, but not really execute it without burning something). He knew it was time to leave when Jensen flashed him this look and slid his hand up Jared’s leg to curl around his hip.
Jared stood up so fast then that he banged his knee on the underside of the table and nearly knocked his chair over onto the nice woman sitting behind him. Jensen giggled at him, and Mike smirked, making a rude gesture with his hand. Punching Mike’s shoulder, Jared nudged Jensen toward the door.
V.
Jared arrived at Jensen’s just before noon. Jensen had been up for less than 20 minutes, and his brain wasn’t fully awake yet. He still had sleep in his eyes and his pajamas on. He set his coffee mug on the coffee table and stumbled over to open the door, immediately getting knocked over by the dogs’ enthusiasm. Laughing softly, Jensen knelt and hugged Sadie while scratching Harley’s ears and keeping their wet doggy tongues out of his face. Harley barked excitedly and wagged his tail with his usual whole body wiggle. Jensen buried his head in Sadie’s soft fur and shuddered out a long breath.
Jensen finally stood up when Jared cleared his throat in this adorably ex aggerated what-about-me way. “Hey,” Jensen murmured, backing Jared against the wall and kissing him, slow and deep.
“Hey,” Jared answered with a smile. He brushed a hand across Jensen’s cheek, then loosely wrapped his arms around his waist. “You okay?”
Jensen sighed and leaned his forehead on Jared’s shoulder. He loved his job, he really did. There was nothing better or more rewarding than performing surgery on a little kid and telling the parents their baby was going to be all right. Nothing. But sometimes it sucked, and he never quite learned how to stay completely detached. He felt it when he lost a patient, and he was grateful he had Jared and his friends around to help him get over it. Steve would stop by and make sure he ate. Mike would drag him to the bar for a beer and some pool. Jared would come, dogs in tow, and they’d hang out and forget about all the bad things.
He sighed again and closed his eyes, gripping tight to Jared’s hips. He always felt like an idiot, letting it bring him down like this. He wasn’t the idealistic med student anymore, convinced he’d save the world one bad heart at a time. But the awful reality of working with sick children still surprised him sometimes. And hurt.
“Jen? You okay?” he repeated, tightening his arms a little.
“I’m better now,” he admitted after a minute.
Jared kissed his temple and nudged him gently. “Come on. I brought bad movies with lots of shit blowing up and video games, and we can order too much pizza and wings and not talk about anything except what you want on your pizza.”
Smiling against Jared’s shoulder, Jensen said, “Sounds awesome, man,” but he didn’t move right away.
“It’ll be okay, Jen. All right?”
He nodded and backed up, kissing Jared briefly before heading back into the living room and his rapidly cooling coffee. He sat heavily on the couch, curling against Jared’s side when he sat beside him. He watched Sadie and Harley explore his apartment, sniffing everything in sight. It wasn’t like they’d never been there before, but they always acted like it was the first time. At least Harley finally stopped peeing on something every time. They generally hung out at Jared’s, for several reasons: 1. Jared’s place was bigger. 2. It was closer to their favorite bar. 3. Most importantly, Jared worried about his babies alone at home. Sadie eventually wandered back over and plopped down at their feet, but Harley whined from the kitchen till Jared dug out the extra bag of dog food Jensen kept in his pantry and set out bowls for them.
“Here.” Jared handed him a fresh mug of coffee when he got back and settled on the other end of the couch, pulling Jensen’s feet into his lap and massaging his arches. Jensen moaned around his mug and slumped down into the cushions. Jared had the most incredible fucking hands.
“Thanks,” he told Jared quietly, knowing Jared would understand everything he wasn’t saying.
Jared just smiled at him, dimples showing and this…gentle look in his eyes.
They ordered a couple pizzas and some hot wings from the tiny Italian place down the block and pigged out in the living room, hunched over the coffee table and fending off a begging Harley. He tossed each of the dogs some pizza crust and ignored Jared’s disapproving glare. Jensen grinned at him and reached over to lick the sauce from the corners of Jared’s mouth.
Jensen kicked Jared’s ass at Madden, and Jared kicked Jensen’s ass at a new game called Welcome to the Hellmouth: Zombie Edition, while consuming his body weight in chips and crowing his triumph with his mouth full.
“Dude, manners!” Jensen exclaimed, punching Jared’s arm. “Your mama would keel over and die if she saw you now.”
Jared crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out and giggled at Jensen’s horrified grimace. “You know you love me,” he claimed, then crawled across the couch to kiss Jensen.
“Whatever,” Jensen muttered, but he smiled against Jared’s lips and tugged him down to lie between his legs.
After awhile, Jared pulled away and looked up at him seriously. “You feel better, baby?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Jay.” He brushed Jared’s bangs out of his eyes, and Jared smiled.
Resting his cheek on Jensen’s chest, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I like lazy days like this, when neither of us are rushing off somewhere else, when I don’t have to worry about finishing my thesis or finding a job before my savings runs out.”
Jared survived through grad school on scholarships and loans, once he quit his part-time job at Borders to concentrate on school. He knew Jared worried more about what would happen after graduation than he let on. He also knew Jared socked away plenty of money to keep him going for several months.
“Me, too,” he replied, earning himself another dimpled smile from Jared.
Jared’s kiss was sweet, a leisurely exploration of Jensen’s mouth, the wet slide of his tongue, the firm but gentle press of his lips, the nip and tug of his teeth. Jensen savored it all, melted into his heat and the love that radiated from each touch.
Later, with the sound of shit blowing up on the TV, Jensen fell asleep, Sadie curled up on one side of him and Jared on the other, nose buried in Jensen’s neck and warm breath ghosting over his skin.
Part 2