CWRPS fic: "What Would Rick Do?", Jared/Jensen, NC-17
A silly little J2 fic today, made for the spn_meanttobe challenge. It was fun to do, that's for sure!
Title: What Would Rick Do?
Author: gottalovev
Rating: NC-17
Word count: approx 7500
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, minor OMC/OFC and OMC/OMC
Warnings (if any): sex, language
Thanks: a big, big thank you to mel_b_angel who beta read it fast and effectively, permitting me to make it in time ♥ and for the spn_meanttobe mods, thehighwaywoman and wendy for the challenge!
Prompt chosen:
Do you have a forbidden fantasy? Shy author/research assistant Lily Hart does. Movie director Aidan Pierce has been the star attraction in Lily's steamy fantasies for more than a year. But when she unexpectedly runs into him for real, she doesn't know what to do…except slip into her alter ego-Lacey St. Clair, the pen name she's taken to write the deliciously racy The Ten-Minute Seduction!
Aidan Pierce is used to Hollywood starlets on his arm and in his bed. Fabulous yet authentic Lacey isn't like them-and he likes that. But when he finds out she's really Lily Hart, he wonders if he can trust her. But he's not ready to relinquish the mind-shattering sex just yet….
Summary: Jared works as a research assistant for Liberty Production but writes sexy columns, The Ten-Minute Seduction about playboy Rick St-Clair, to help pay the bills. When he meets his porn-muse-slash-fantasy-man for real, the gorgeous Jensen Ackles, Jared is almost too nervous to function until he pretends to be his main character. They hit it off, but can they make it work if everything is based on a lie?
**
Music could be heard from the beach, muffled but there none the less. I pulled the girl closer, tugging at her wrist. She giggled as she tumbled against me and I steadied her with an arm looped around her waist.
"Dance with me, sweetheart." I cajoled, starting to sway softly to the beat. She laughed some more, hitting my shoulder in a chastising matter, but without any heat.
"Please. Call me Bianca, I'm no one's sweetheart."
With a big grin, I pulled her even closer and she molded herself to me, pressing her firm little breasts against my chest in a very enjoyable manner.
"Really? That's a shame. I'm Rick. Rick St-Clair."
Green eyes looked at me from below long eyelashes, playing coy. The tip of her tongue teased her full lower lip, pink and enticing.
"I know." She practically purred. It was to be expected - everyone at George's party would know who I was. This girl probably thought she could seduce the most available bachelor in Los Angeles, get her fifteen minutes of fame and if she was lucky, a diamond on her ring finger. I was not going to burst her bubble just yet. In fact, I had much more pleasant plans in mind.
I bent down and caught Bianca's mouth in a searing kiss, and she practically climbed one of my thighs, hot and eager. As I slid my fingers under Bianca's very short skirt, I found nothing but smooth...>
***
"Do you mind?"
Jared snaps out of his bubble, fingers still poised over his Sidekick, and blinks when a middle-aged woman motions him forward. He's been holding up the line, it seems.
"Aren't you too old for video games? Just like my grandson, he cannot leave his toy alone either."
"I'm sorry!" Jared stammers, hunching on himself as he feels a blush rising on his cheeks. He wasn’t playing, but it's not like he can say he's writing porn for a website either. The Ten-Minute Seduction has a pretty strong following, it's true, but Jared doesn't even publish under his real name in fear of his family finding out. He uses Rick St-Clair as his pen name. The woman is still going on about how it's a shame that today's youth is wasting all potential on mindless pastimes instead of learning the value of hard work when Jared gets to the counter and manages to order his double mocha coffee with whipped cream. He needs his shot of sugar and caffeine. Now.
**
The good thing about the research assistant gig at Liberty Production is that Jared is the master of his own time, as long as he gives the wanted info to the head honchos by the expected deadline.
And since Jared is really, really good at his job, he can manage to do all he's asked for, and then more, in half the time they give him to do it (apart from when it's asked for yesterday, which happens too often). The pay sucks donkeys’ balls, though, so he's very careful to look busy all the time so they don't give him more to do without a cent more. Writing the Ten-Minute Seduction columns means the extra dough necessary to eat, so he doesn't feel guilty about it at all. Alt-tabs for the win.
Another good thing about working for Liberty Production means that once in a while he catches a glimpse of big names in the movie industry. If he's really lucky it’s even, sometimes, Jensen Ackles: Demi-God. Actor turned movie director, in fact. The guy is without a doubt the most gorgeous man Jared has ever seen, ever. Jensen has been haunting Jared's fantasies since he first saw him from afar fourteen months ago, and has since graduated to become his porn muse.
The tragedy is that Jensen doesn't even know Jared exists.
Cue heavy sigh.
**
The elevator doors closed after letting out Miss Weatherly on floor 4. That left Mike and I, and the way he glanced over with a smile in the mirror panel was openly appreciative. An invitation, even. I knew his floor was coming fast, so I just gambled that after weeks of casual flirting at the gym, we were ready for more. I pushed the emergency button and the elevator stalled.
"Oops." I said, with a smile, before leaning on the wall in what I had perfected as my come hither look. It made Mike chuckle.
"Real smooth, St-Clair."
He didn't seem put off, though. In fact, he moved right next to me and put a hand on my hip, fingers skimming the skin over my gym shorts and right under the edge of my tank top.
"I knew you'd appreciate my style." I said, widening my feet on the ground to make a space for him, which he gladly filled before leaning up to kiss me.
**
Jared smiles, wondering where to take that next. Oh the possibilities. He had been inordinately pleased to learn the editors of the website were not against occasional gay sex scenes, since there was a lot of female readership. That women were totally into that was a surprise to Jared, although thinking about how lesbian porn had always been a hit for the heterosexual man, it was logical.
Still mulling over if he's going to write a smoking hot blowjob or sex against the elevator wall, Jared makes his way towards the break room; He's got a pack of double sour Skittles in his lunch box calling his name. Jared's passing near the producer's offices when a gaggle of them exit a meeting room, and a man juggling with a bag and several paper files runs for the gap left in the door as it closes fast in front of him. Out of habit - his Mama raised him right - Jared holds the door open to stop the imminent collision. It's close, though, and a couple of the paper files drop to the floor. Storyboards, Jared sees as he crouches to picks them up.
"Shit, I'm sorry, thanks for the save." The man says, as Jared smiles up.
"I just hope the movie's good and I’m not gonna regret saving you from a concussion." He shoots back. There's a spotlight on the ceiling, right behind the man's head, putting his face in shadow but he laughs out loud, so Jared's fleeting moment of panic at putting his foot in his mouth eases up and he grins.
"Yeah, me too." The man says, taking his storyboards and Jared straightens, seeing the face of the man change when he goes up and up until he's standing. Jared gets that whoa-you're-tall look a lot and smirks, but then he realize he's facing the one and only Jensen Adonis Ackles. He's too shocked to even blink, but Ackles smiles again, and nods towards the execs who are already down the corridor.
"Gotta go!" And he's already on the move, with a little wave.
"See ya!" Jared shouts back, to his deep surprise. When he's alone in the corridor again, he finally blinks, then pinches his arm. Ow. Awake then, Holy Shit.
**
Unfortunately, Jared doesn't bump into his ultimate fantasy man the next day, or the day after. In fact, he's given up hope that he's ever going to see Jensen up close and personal again, and that's just a shame. He's playing Frisbee in the park with Harley and Sadie, and once again his girl proves she's the cunning one by downright stealing it from under Harley’s nose, making him laugh and point at the baffled mutt. It's frigging hot, though, and Jared's sweating bucket; he strips off his t-shirt before dumping the rest of his water bottle on his head, uses the shirt as a makeshift towel, and then stuffs a corner of it in the back of his shorts: it's too gross to put on again. Jared gives a sharp whistle and the dogs bound towards him.
"Nice dogs."
"Thanks." Jared says automatically, snapping the leashes on the collars of his babies who want to go sniff at the runner who stopped by them. Their enthusiasm is well received by the man, who lets them lick all they want. And frankly, realizing that the runner is Jensen? Jared can't fault the dogs - he has an irresistible urge to lick himself. It's so bad that he's afraid he's going to make a total fool out of himself right about now. Jensen looks even hotter than in did in his power suit from the other day, the cut off sweat pants and a thin t-shirt showing just how well built he is. And in about a second, he's going to look up and...
"Hi again." Jensen says, as he sticks a hand out. "Jensen Ackles, didn't have time to introduce myself the other day."
Jared is blinking, freaking out inwardly as he stares at Jensen's hand, who then makes a funny disgusted face before wiping his hands full of dog drool on his sweats.
"Oh, right, yuck. Sorry."
And Jared laughs, before handing his own hand out. It's all or nothing, he's got to dive right in. He can totally do smooth social interaction, sure he can. He just has to pretend he's cool and confident. He took acting lessons once, he can do it. Like a part.
"I'm used to it, it's okay. Hi Jensen, nice to meet you." Jared says, pleased to see that Jensen grins right back. He's acing this, go him.
"Obviously." Jensen says, and god, Jensen is shaking his hand! And those impossibly green eyes are looking at him, making him feel all funny inside so Jared deflects, pointing to the dogs.
"This is Sadie, the big one is Harley..." and before he understands why he's doing it, he's lying right through his teeth "and I'm Rick. Rick St-Clair."
Jensen nods, pleased, then makes a gesture at the park.
"You guys come here often?"
"Almost every day, they love to run." Especially after being stuck in a tiny apartment all day, Jared doesn't add.
"Cool. Maybe I'll see you around, then. I gotta go though." Jensen says, starting to jog backwards in the path, still looking at them.
"See ya, then." Jared says automatically, like the last time. Jensen grins, gives him a blatant once over that lingers on Jared's chest, then a little wave and he's going.
The dogs want to follow and Jared reels them in, a little stunned. Did Jensen Ackles just flirt with him? Jared's really bad at noticing those things generally, but he's pretty sure that he did. Okay so he heard through the grapevine that Jensen is no stranger to casual flings with both gorgeous girls and pretty boys - in fact he's been leaving a trail of broken hearts for years now - but to have blipped on his radar, even for a second, makes Jared flush with pleasure. Awesome.
**
It was a good thing that those old sports car had a roomy back seat, because two men over six feet would have never fitted otherwise. I slicked my fingers and started stretching the guy's tight little opening with two fingers as he moaned like a porn star, pushing back greedily against my hand.
"Come on, Rick, yeah, more." He urged, feral and needy, and I was happy to oblige.
***
Jared is wondering if he has something salvageable for dinner in his fridge or if he should stop by the grocery store when he hears someone calling out. He doesn't react at first, because...
"Wait up, Rick!" It's only when he feels a hand on his arm, and sees it's Jensen, that Jared realizes that he's the one being hailed. Shit. He smiles down at Jensen a bit sheepishly.
"Sorry, sorry, I was totally in my bubble there."
Jensen laughs, thank god.
"I saw that!" They get out of the building and Jensen is practically bouncing towards the parking lot. "They're gonna do my movie!"
That explains the bounciness and the million dollar smile splitting Jensen's face, then. Jared grins and without thinking amiably shoulder checks Jensen on the side.
"That's awesome!"
"Hell yeah!" Jensen looks like a kid in a candy store, which is very endearing from a pro in the business. He stops near a shiny black Lotus and jiggles his keys, then looks straight at Jared with a waggle of eyebrows. "This calls for a celebration. Wanna come have a drink with me?"
"Sure!" Jared says and when Jensen disappears into the Lotus, Jared tries to hold off his panic attack, ambling faux-casually towards the passenger door. This is not the time to freak out, he has to act cool and collected and... fold himself in three to fit in the car. He grunts and Jensen laughs again, even if he does seem a little cramped too.
"Guess Lotus never factored mile long legs in their interior design!"
Jared grumbles as he fights with adjustments to get the seat as far back as it goes. Which is not nearly far enough.
"You're no midget either, why did you buy this shit?"
"It's not mine. Chris made a surf date and borrowed my SUV to carry the boards." Jensen says as he tears out of the parking lot, making the tire squeak.
Fortunately, Jensen stops at a little bar a couple of blocks further, so Jared can stretch out of the pretzel act before he stays stuck like that. They take a booth in the back and although Jared is insanely nervous, they fall smoothly into conversation about Jensen's movie first - ninjas! Ninjas are always cool! - then sports teams and favorite music, where their taste differ so much it makes them laugh. Jensen asks about him and Jared says he's a writer, which even if it's half true is misleading none the less and makes him feel like a fraud. But then they realize how they're both from Texas and they're on comfortable territory once more. If Jared doesn't stop to stare stupidly at Jensen with a goofy grin it's through sheer force of will, although maybe he does a tiny bit when Jensen's not looking (but he doesn't get caught so it's okay). After a couple of hours though, Jensen looks at his watch and frowns.
"Whoa, time flies. I'm sorry Rick, but I should get going, I'm expected for dinner."
The way he says it with a little pout makes it clear that he'd prefer staying with Jared, which is totally glee making. Jared looks at his own watch and winces, wondering if the dogs have now destroyed and maimed his apartment in retaliation for being way late.
"Yikes, I've got to go too."
They pay their tab and as they get to the door, the nervousness comes back and Jared starts to worry about how he should play it. In his opinion there has been a low level flirting going on and Jensen looks interested, but what if it's all a product of his overactive imagination? Guys like Jensen usually do the first move, so should he wait for it? Oh, and was taking him out for a celebratory drink the first move, and therefore now it's his turn? As they get outside, Jared is almost beside himself and his default reaction is to wonder: what would Rick do? By then they are near the car and upon a reckless impulse, Jared goes for it. As Jensen turns to say goodbye, Jared crowds him against the car, stepping right into his personal space. Surprised, Jensen looks up and Jared smiles down at him in a way he hopes is seductive and not manic.
"Hey."
Jensen blinks rapidly, his big green eyes almost round then he grins and relaxes, which makes them crinkle in the corner in the most adorable way imaginable.
"Hi."
No objection, then, that's very clear. Jared brings his hand up and brushes the back of his knuckles along Jensen's jaw, prickly with ginger stubble. When Jared speaks, his voice is lower, almost rasp.
"I had a great time."
Jensen nods and smiles wider.
"Me too." He answers and definitely leans up, so Jared has no other choice but to kiss him, softly and almost chaste. Jensen hands end up on Jared's chest, the one not holding car keys fisting his shirt to bring him closer, he tilts his head and demands more. Jared licks that maddening lower lip that features so vividly in his fantasies and it's a thousand times better for real, soft and firm, opening easily for him. Jensen groans appreciatively as their tongues finally slide together, and it's sweet and incredibly dirty at the same time. Before he loses all control, Jared pulls back. Jensen looks dazed and so totally ravishable Jared can't help but smile again.
"Where's your phone?" He asks and Jensen wordlessly fishes it out of his breast pocket before Jared snatches it. "I really got to go," he says as he punches his number in, nearly writing Jared instead of Rick but back spacing after the 'J'. "You call me one of those days."
He considers leaning to kiss Jensen again but decides against it, afraid that he might not want to stop. Jensen nods as Jared walks backward, hands in his pockets to stifle the impulse to reach out.
"Sure. Okay then. Bye." Jensen babbles, keys in hands but not getting in the car just yet.
Jared turns and manfully resists doing a fist pump until he's turned the corner. Then he freaks out and starts hyperventilating.
**
She was so tiny that once out of her high heels she was not even as high as my nipples. She was still all hot curves and awesome tits, now covered with water rivulets making me even crazier with want. She almost weighted nothing when I picked her up and propped her against the shower wall as she wound her legs around my waist. Her eyes were dark and smoky, teeth pearl white and set in a challenging smirk.
"I know you can give it to me, I'm not going to break! C'mon!"
And I did, driving into her with a long hard stroke.**
Jared's been turning and tossing and not able to sleep at all, replaying every single minute of his time with Jensen over and over again, in excruciating sensory details. Was fun at first, but right now he'd like to be able to sleep a little, thank you very much. When his phone starts ringing at 4 AM, he glares at it. Must be fucking Chad drunk dialling him again to explain how he managed to get shit-faced once more, in a convoluted story that surely involves hot chicks. It always involves hot chicks, somehow, God forbid The Chad admits to anything less.
"What?" Jared all but barks as he answers.
"Hey! Hi!" Comes a drunken drawl, but it's definitely not Chad. Jared looks at the number but he's never seen it before and he's about to firmly hang up, possibly with a swear or two when the man goes on, definitely sloppy drunk. "I so totally should not be calling you right now, it's not even funny."
Amused against his will, Jared has to agree.
"Got that right, buddy. I think you got the wrong number."
"Really? You're not Rick? Aww, shucks."
Jared laughs out loud, because who says 'aww, shucks'? Jensen apparently, it has to be.
"Jensen?" He asks.
"Rick! I knew it! Hi!" It's said with so much enthusiasm; Jared can't help it and chuckles.
"Hi, having fun there?"
Incredible but true, Jared can definitely hear Jensen pout when he answers.
"No. Not nearly enough. Needs more kissing."
"More kissing?" This is golden. Jared can't stop grinning, maybe his face is going to split in two from it.
"Yes. More of you kissing me. And stuff. ASAP." Jensen definitely sounds slightly whiny.
"Duly noted." There's nothing Jared wants more, so agreeing is not like his arm is being twisted into something horrible.
"Cool. Imma hang up now."
"You do that. Oh Jensen?" He asks in an afterthought.
"Yeah?"
"Do yourself a favor and drink some water, okay?"
There's a grumble but Jared can hear water running in the background.
"Yes mom. G'night."
"Sweet dreams." Jared says to a cut signal. With a smile he puts the phone on the bedside table and this time when he closes his eyes, he's out like a light.
***
Jared goes to work with a bounce in his step, even if getting up after two hours of sleep was excruciatingly hard. There is a constant buzz of "I-kissed-Jensen" and "Jensen-likes-me-enough-to-drunk-dial-me" and "soon-soon-kissing-and-stuff" running around in his head. He finishes an assignment - pages and pages of excruciating details on the P-51 Mustang WWII fighter planes and starts another one on the living habits of hedgehogs without a pause, humming under his breath. His good mood holds all day and gets even better when he takes the dogs to the park and sees the silhouette he's been hoping for walking by the fountain. Jared unleashes the dogs and sends them running, knowing that for a good 10 minutes they'll chase each other without getting into trouble. Still keeping an eye on them, Jared walks up to intersect Jensen's path, who seems to be dragging his feet more than anything. In fact, Jensen never sees him until they're face to face, then looks up, mouth pinched. Jared can't help but tease.
"So, how's the head?"
Even with the dark shades Jensen has on, Jared can see him go from pissed to mortified when he recognizes him. There is even facepalming involved.
"Oh God, kill me now." Jensen mutters in his hands, shoulders slumped.
"Tsk tsk tsk," Jared chides, playful. "No one dies before there is more kissing. And stuff."
Jensen groans deeply and he's turning a very nice shade of red all over, even his nape colors.
"Maybe I really wanna die." He declares and Jared decides it is improper behavior, so he grabs one of Jensen's wrists and pulls, going for the little group of trees just off the path.
"Nu huh. I promised more kissing. And stuff. ASAP even."
Jensen follows easily enough, and when Jared looks back he's even smirking slightly under the blush. Jared manhandles him a little until he's back to a tree and without further ado just goes for the kill and kisses Jensen hard. Jensen gives back as much as he gets and they are soon nipping at each other's mouth and neck, grunting and growling and it's so overwhelming Jared is this close to popping like a firecracker without even being touched. He shoves a hand into Jensen's sweats and grabs his dick, and Jensen swears before starting to groan as Jared pumps him steadily.
"You're so fucking hot," Jared whispers in his ear. "Are you going to come for me, Jensen?"
Jensen lets go with a sexy little sound that's close to a whimper.
"Yeah, yeah. Oh god, oh god your goddamn hands Rick, fuck!" He's pawing at Jared's chest a bit desperately, fucking Jared's fists and from one moment to the next he stills, coming all over Jared's hand.
He's totally boneless for maybe a minute and Jared has to hold him up against the tree as he gasps on the side of Jared's neck, sun shades squished askew. It would be endearing if Jared didn't need to come so bad he's almost hurting by now. Luckily for him, when Jensen gets his bearing back the first thing he does is to sink to his knees, fighting with Jared's short to free his hard on. The enormity of having Jensen on his knees before him is so shocking, after dreaming about it in multiple scenarios, that to his surprise he manages to not totally embarrass himself. Jensen makes a pleased face when he manages to get Jared's cock out, which is not always the case for people going down on him.
"I knew you'd be huge." He almost purrs, looking briefly up at Jared's face who raises his eyebrows.
"Size queen much?" How he's able to talk by this point is a mystery, but then it's gone because Jensen is flicking his tongue at the head, then stretching his pretty pretty mouth around Jared's dick, who leans both hands on the tree for support.
Jensen obviously loves sucking cock and is very good at it too, all raw heat and suction, using his hand to jack what doesn't fit in his mouth. Jared is so far gone that it doesn't take much and too soon he groans as he comes, eyes rolling in the back of his head. Jensen swallows it all and soothes Jared through the aftershocks, rubbing thumbs in small circles over Jared's hips. When he can see clearly again, and realizes a few branches are the only thing between them and being seen by anyone passing in the path, Jared hauls Jensen back to his feet, and kisses him slow and deep, chasing his taste around Jensen's mouth. They break with a smile, and as Jared tucks himself back in his shorts he wipes his hand still covered with cooling spunk on the front of Jensen's sweats. Jensen stares down, mouth agape.
"You did NOT just do that."
"I did lots of... stuff." He can't resist the teasing and Jensen laughs, so fucking beautiful.
"And I guess I'll never live that one down, will I?" He says, trying for annoyed but missing by a mile, his mouth still twitching.
"Never. Ever."
On that witty comeback, Jared hears the forewarning tippety-tap of an incoming Sadie tackle and braces for it, although Jensen is taken by surprise when they are topped over by two very enthusiast dogs. Jensen hits his head on the ground and groans.
"Oh my god, you're gonna be the death of me, mark my words."
**
I wiped her juices from my chin once she stopped shaking from her fourth orgasm and ran my hands up and down her creamy thighs. She looked completely zoned out, blue eyes half opened and red hair all over the pillow. It was the perfect picture of debauchery and temptation, which got even hotter when she put her feet on the bed and let her legs drop open in a clear invitation to take her.
"What are you waiting for, stud?"
**
In the following weeks, they find as many opportunities to fuck like bunnies as possible. The park gets a good run for its money, but Jensen also calls Jared so they meet almost every night at this or that bar, where they have almost public sex some more. It culminates by a whole weekend where Jared bends Jensen over almost all of the available plane surfaces of Jensen's condo, and christens some vertical ones too. What makes in even better is that they get along greatly, with a similar sense of humor and a rapidly building complicity. Jared can't fool himself very long: he's totally head over heels. It's good, it's great, it's in fact unbelievably awesome until...
"Oh yeah, Rick, come on, harder.."
Each and every time Jared hears that name come out of Jensen's mouth, he remembers with a jolt that all of it is based on a lie. He wants to come clean so bad, but he's seen Jensen pissed off at other people and he's pretty sure he wouldn't be forgiven, so he clenches his jaw, smiles tightly and says nothing, hoping to have this little piece of heaven for maybe a day more. It makes him desperate and needy, and more than once Jensen shushes him like he's trying to calm a frightened colt.
***
One night, after running with the dogs, Jared packs a bag and goes as planned to Jensen's. He's imagining all of the sweet tortures he's going to inflict on those miles of freckled skin when Jensen opens the door. He's on the phone and freezes for a moment, with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Then he goes back to his phone call, nodding into the apartment so Jared enters, heart sinking. Could it be...
"Fuck you, Chris, and the high horse you’re ridin’ on. Don't make me dig out the dirt on you, pal, so shut your mouth, understand?" Jensen says, tense and vicious, rubbing a hand through his hair like he does when he's confused or angry.
Jared is relieved at once that it's not him Jensen's mad at, even if he probably should worry that Jensen's fighting with his best friend. With a last curse, Jensen hangs up, then throws the phone on the couch and digs the heels of his hands in his eye sockets.
"Everything okay, Jen?"
Peeking at Jared around the side of his hand, Jensen is silent for a moment, takes a big breath and sighs, then turns around to look out the bay window and the city below.
"I think so. I'm sorry, I don't think I'll be good company tonight, Rick." It's maybe paranoia, but the name doesn't roll off Jensen's tongue as easily as usual. Trying to quash his fears, Jared walks up to him and puts his hands on Jensen's shoulders. When he's not shrugged off, he starts kneading his fingers in the stiff muscles. After a minute Jensen starts to gradually unclench and lets his head fall forward. Jared presses against his back and loops his arms around Jensen's waist, then drops a little kiss on the side of Jensen's neck.
"If you want, I'll go." He whispers in the short hair that tickles his lips.
Jensen sighs again, then turns around with a smile that still doesn't reach his eyes.
"Nah, you can stay. And make me feel better with earth-shattering sex."
That's more like it. Jared grins and kisses Jensen oh so sweetly. If this time it's Jensen that hangs on a little too hard, Jared puts it on the fact that he's not feeling so great and goes with it.
**
All night she made me laugh with her witty comments about her usual customers, until all I wanted was that she'd remember me as one of the good...
The fire was crackling and projecting a golden glow across her skin, making me want to worship every square inch of it for the rest of my life.
Her smile was sweet and fond when she looked down at me, gently pushing the sweaty bangs off my forehead.
***
It's unbelievably frustrating but Jared can't seem to write Rick's adventures in casual sex anymore. He's experiencing the most lucky and active streak of his sexual history, but somehow that bleeds his porn writing dry. Jared doesn't want to share what he's doing with Jensen, that's private and precious even if he never quite had problems building on real life experience before (with details changed to protect the innocents). Writing about Rick with girls worked for a while after he started seeing Jensen, but by now he's running out of scenarios that are not degenerating rapidly into in sap fests. It's like all his muse is giving him is lovey dovey scenarios, and that exactly NOT what the website is looking for.
On top of everything, Jared's now pretty sure that Jensen found him out. He chalked it up to his usual low level paranoia at first, but Jensen's been more distant. They fuck more than ever but don't hang out as much, and when they do it doesn't feel the same, as if Jensen's weary of him, or not completely at ease. He used to be pretty cuddly after sex and now gets up as soon as he’s caught his breath, going to work on his laptop if Jared's at his place or flat out leaving if they are at Jared's. He doesn't look mad, though, and keeps coming back so Jared spends a couple of days completely agonizing over the situation, planning to come clean in a million ways but never brave enough to do it.
Jensen never says no to sex, though, and if Jared's a little slow on the uptake, he blame’s it on all of his blood going down south all the time. He's fucking Jensen nice and slow, who's pushing back into it in earnest.
"Come on, Rick, yeah, more."
Jared slides a hand down the curve of his spine, and Jensen arches as if there's a magnet in his palm.
"More?" He pants.
Jensen groans, "I know you can give it to me, I'm not going to break! C'mon!"
Curling his fingers around Jensen's hipbones, Jared's about to do as he's asked when he realizes that Jensen's quoting from The Ten-Minute Seduction. He freezes, his heart pounding. Jensen looks over his shoulder at him with half closed eyes and a smirk.
"What are you waiting for, stud?"
Jared backs up so fast he falls off the bed, and even that doesn't stop him until he has his back to the closet door. Jensen's laughs, although it's not a happy sound at all, then turns to look at him, flat on his stomach and chin on his crossed arms. He tilts his head in a question, voice deceptively sweet.
"What's the problem, Rick? You don't want to fuck me anymore?"
The shame and guilt are so strong, Jared knows he must be beet red. He stammers.
"Shit. Oh god. I'm sorry, I meant to tell you but... fuck. I'm so sorry."
Jensen's eyebrows climb up.
"Why, we're just having fun, right? A little inspiration for you, a big fat cock for me." He shrugs and his smile is so self-deprecating that Jared wonders if Jensen's been used before. Pretty as he is, in a town like LA, probably so. Jared feels even more like a dick and wants to make it better.
"It was never like that, Jensen, I swear. I really care about you."
That's when Jensen's demeanor changes, going from blasé to downright furious.
"You care? Fuck you, I don't even know your real name, asshole!" He yells, and Jared shrinks on himself.
"It's Jared." He whispers, but Jensen's still shouting over him.
"You know what? I don't fucking care what your real name is. The sex is unbelievable but it's not worth it. I've never been as... as.. Do you know how I found out?"
Jared really doesn't, but if it makes Jensen feel better to say it, he owes him that at least. "I was fucking happy, okay? And my best friend noticed and started asking questions. And when I told him I had this, I don't know, maybe a boyfriend,"
Jared's heart sinks painfully at the words, seeing the venom and hurt in Jensen's too bright green eyes, "who was awesome and so fucking hot. He wanted to know more. 'His name's Rick, Rick St-Clair and he's an author' I said, fucking proud and what happens?"
Jared can't even look at Jensen anymore, mortified, eyes on his shoe by the side of the bed. He fucked it all up. "Chris starts laughing, that's what happens. So much I can hear him cry and hiccup, the whole shebang. I don't understand and that's when he tells me about those... those poor-piss Penthouse letter you write for a couple of bucks. I didn't even really believe it at first, I... I thought it couldn't be, you wouldn't do something like that. But then I checked it out and... Who's the butt of the joke? Huh? I've never been so humiliated in my fucking life." Jensen's voice crack at that and he flings himself back towards the pillows, putting one over his head, finally silent.
Jared doesn't even dare to move for a couple of minutes, looking at Jensen's breathing slowing down and thinking at all the ways he fucked up and how's it's unforgivable.
"You can leave now." Jensen finally says from under the pillow, cold. You're dismissed, not wanted anymore. And Jared so deserves it.
He gathers his clothes and goes into the master bathroom to dress, splashing cold water on his face before he feels strong enough to go through the bedroom on his way out and face Jensen's accusing eyes. But there was no need to worry because Jensen's still hiding, now under his comforter and curled into a ball. Call him a masochist, but Jared can't leave him like this. He goes to sit on the edge of the bed, which immediately prompts a weary retort.
"Go away."
"I'm so incredibly sorry, Jensen." He whispers. "I really am."
"Fuck you. You know where the door is." This defeated tone is even worst than the righteous anger from before.
"I'm sorry I lied about my name. It killed me every time you called me Rick. I hated it."
"So sad. I think I'm going to cry myself to sleep with that one, Rick." The scorn in the name comes out loud and clear.
"It's Jared. Jared Padalecki."
Jensen snorts.
"What a stupid name."
"Exactly. Jared was too scared to talk to you, Jensen. Rick could kiss you in a parking lot."
The lump under the covers stirs a bit, then sighs.
"I still don't care. Why are you still here? I have moping to do."
That sounds more like the Jensen he knows, so Jared goes on.
"I never lied to you, Jen."
A disbelieving face finally appears, eyebrows almost into his hairline.
"Oh my god, you can't be serious."
Wincing, Jared has to concede the point.
"Okay so yeah, I lied about the name. And I'm, well, more of a research assistant than an author, even if you have to admit that..."
Jensen scowls.
"What you do isn't literature or even television scripts, Jared."
Hearing his name in Jensen's mouth is a small victory in itself, so Jared plows on.
"If you wanna be a snob about it, okay. But you know me, Jensen. You met my dogs, and I told you about my family, that was all true. I'm from Texas and I can smell a good barbecue from a mile away. Football trumps baseball in my book and I hate mint mixed with chocolate. I don't know why you kept me around once you knew about me..."
"That's because I'm a cock slut." Jensen mutters, looking away. "Didn't feel ready to let go of the hot sex yet. Thought I could still have fun, no strings attached and who cared if I was the laughing stock of LA, at least I had the best lay in the county. But it turns out I can't. So."
In a way, that hurts more than anything, that Jensen was ready to pass over humiliation for sex as if he's was not worthy of more.
"Again, I'm sorry. It's important for me... You should know... I know you can never forgive me, and I'll never forgive myself for hurting you, but it was way more than sex for me. I've been in love with you almost from the start."
Jensen's still not looking at him and scoffs at that, and that's what starts to break Jared's heart in shards so brittle he's pretty sure it's never going to be whole again. He stands up and takes in Jensen, his million of freckles and freakishly long eyelashes for probably the last time. His breath catches in his throat but he manages to whisper.
"I'm sorry, I was stupid. You deserve so much better than me."
That said Jared leaves, wondering if he'll even be able to breathe normally again.
***
To: gmeyers@hotttstuff.com
From: jtpadalecki@yahoo.com
Object: The Ten-Minute Seduction
I regret to announce that the files attached are the last four instalments of The Ten-Minute Seduction, and that they offer closure to the series. It will no longer be possible for me to supply bi-weekly chronicles starting immediately. I'd appreciate all remaining royalties be paid as rapidly as possible. I want to remind you that according to our contract and the common copyright law, the title "The Ten-Minute Seduction", the "Rick St-Clair" character and general concept are legally mine. I'd appreciate no infringement of my rights on the matter and that after the three months stated in our agreement if our association should be terminated, all existing chronicles be pulled from the website and all backup servers.
We've had a mutually beneficial agreement for years and I'm intensely grateful for the chance you've given me. I can assure you that I won't offer similar material to competitors, but that I'm just in a place in my life where I want to turn the page on the The Ten-Minute Seduction and explore new venues.
Sincerely,
Jared T. Padalecki
***
The thing is, writing original fiction without relying on smut? Is pretty damn hard. He's been stuck for WEEKS now and it's not even funny. Jared strikes off viciously a whole paragraph off and starts over again. It seems that trying to write longhand is not helping at all, although to be honest it was a long shot anyway. He starts trying to pack all of the papers in his bag when there's a gust of wind that of course takes the ONE page with something maybe salvageable and whisks it away. Jared lunges for it, misses and sends thanks to deities above when a sneakered foot stops its escape 6 feet further.
"Oh, god, thanks!" Jared exclaims. It's only when he looks up that he realizes it's Jensen and his heart lurches. How is it possible to be so beautiful? It's been six weeks now and every time he gets even a glimpse of Jensen in a hallway or in the park, Jared wants to hit his head on a cement wall until his skull cracks open and ends his suffering.
Jensen reaches down and picks up the sheet, then squints as Jared just swallows nervously. Jensen doesn't look pissed anymore, in fact he looks totally bland until he scans what's written and frowns.
"A script?" He glances at Jared, curious now. "What about?"
Good question. Jared starts to babble.
"Humm. Well. See, there's this cowboy, he's the Sheriff in this small town where everyone looks after each other. He's gorgeous and brave and everyone wants him of course because seriously, he's smoking hot, but he's been hurt and can't really trust anyone for real, so he hides under a cocky smile and attitude."
Jensen looks slightly amused.
"Sounds kind of lonely. Go on."
Picking up speed, Jared starts explaining with his hands for emphasis.
"Then there's this other cowboy, a stranger, who comes into town. He's not bad per se, but he's always brooding and moping around because he did something truly terrible a couple of towns over, so he's ridden with guilt and drinks and starts trouble at the saloon all the time."
The corners of Jensen's mouth are twitching a bit.
"I assume he's the one with the black hat."
Jared points in triumph.
"Exactly. So since the tall handsome stranger gets in trouble all the time, the Sheriff has to put him in jail and investigate a bit. Turns out the stranger's wanted for some crime or another. Fraud, yeah, fraud." Jensen is now rubbing his fingers under his nose to hide his smile. He makes a go on gesture with the hand holding the script. "And then," Jared says with intent, "the vampires get to town."
That's it, Jensen just laughs out loud and it's so fucking glorious Jared beams at him.
"Vampires?" He says, with a smile that reaches his eyes and it's been so long that Jared would do anything to keep it there. He shrugs.
"Hey. I wanna sell the thing, and I've heard vampires are the way to go lately. Why change the recipe to success?"
Jensen's shaking his head fondly.
"You're such a moron."
Getting up, Jared goes to Jensen and takes the paper. As serious as he can be, he declares.
"I really really am."
For a minute Jensen observes him closely, saying nothing. Figuring he's got nothing to lose, Jared then offers his hand.
"Hi. I'm Jared Padalecki. Thanks for the save."
Jensen hesitates, but he does put his hand in Jared's to shake it and he's smiling lightly.
"Jensen Ackles. I hope I'm not gonna regret saving it."
"Yeah, me too." Jared answers with feeling, swearing inwardly on everything worth living for - love, most of all - that he is going to get it right this time. He has to.
The End
Title: What Would Rick Do?
Author: gottalovev
Rating: NC-17
Word count: approx 7500
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, minor OMC/OFC and OMC/OMC
Warnings (if any): sex, language
Thanks: a big, big thank you to mel_b_angel who beta read it fast and effectively, permitting me to make it in time ♥ and for the spn_meanttobe mods, thehighwaywoman and wendy for the challenge!
Prompt chosen:
Do you have a forbidden fantasy? Shy author/research assistant Lily Hart does. Movie director Aidan Pierce has been the star attraction in Lily's steamy fantasies for more than a year. But when she unexpectedly runs into him for real, she doesn't know what to do…except slip into her alter ego-Lacey St. Clair, the pen name she's taken to write the deliciously racy The Ten-Minute Seduction!
Aidan Pierce is used to Hollywood starlets on his arm and in his bed. Fabulous yet authentic Lacey isn't like them-and he likes that. But when he finds out she's really Lily Hart, he wonders if he can trust her. But he's not ready to relinquish the mind-shattering sex just yet….
Summary: Jared works as a research assistant for Liberty Production but writes sexy columns, The Ten-Minute Seduction about playboy Rick St-Clair, to help pay the bills. When he meets his porn-muse-slash-fantasy-man for real, the gorgeous Jensen Ackles, Jared is almost too nervous to function until he pretends to be his main character. They hit it off, but can they make it work if everything is based on a lie?
**
Music could be heard from the beach, muffled but there none the less. I pulled the girl closer, tugging at her wrist. She giggled as she tumbled against me and I steadied her with an arm looped around her waist.
"Dance with me, sweetheart." I cajoled, starting to sway softly to the beat. She laughed some more, hitting my shoulder in a chastising matter, but without any heat.
"Please. Call me Bianca, I'm no one's sweetheart."
With a big grin, I pulled her even closer and she molded herself to me, pressing her firm little breasts against my chest in a very enjoyable manner.
"Really? That's a shame. I'm Rick. Rick St-Clair."
Green eyes looked at me from below long eyelashes, playing coy. The tip of her tongue teased her full lower lip, pink and enticing.
"I know." She practically purred. It was to be expected - everyone at George's party would know who I was. This girl probably thought she could seduce the most available bachelor in Los Angeles, get her fifteen minutes of fame and if she was lucky, a diamond on her ring finger. I was not going to burst her bubble just yet. In fact, I had much more pleasant plans in mind.
I bent down and caught Bianca's mouth in a searing kiss, and she practically climbed one of my thighs, hot and eager. As I slid my fingers under Bianca's very short skirt, I found nothing but smooth...>
***
"Do you mind?"
Jared snaps out of his bubble, fingers still poised over his Sidekick, and blinks when a middle-aged woman motions him forward. He's been holding up the line, it seems.
"Aren't you too old for video games? Just like my grandson, he cannot leave his toy alone either."
"I'm sorry!" Jared stammers, hunching on himself as he feels a blush rising on his cheeks. He wasn’t playing, but it's not like he can say he's writing porn for a website either. The Ten-Minute Seduction has a pretty strong following, it's true, but Jared doesn't even publish under his real name in fear of his family finding out. He uses Rick St-Clair as his pen name. The woman is still going on about how it's a shame that today's youth is wasting all potential on mindless pastimes instead of learning the value of hard work when Jared gets to the counter and manages to order his double mocha coffee with whipped cream. He needs his shot of sugar and caffeine. Now.
**
The good thing about the research assistant gig at Liberty Production is that Jared is the master of his own time, as long as he gives the wanted info to the head honchos by the expected deadline.
And since Jared is really, really good at his job, he can manage to do all he's asked for, and then more, in half the time they give him to do it (apart from when it's asked for yesterday, which happens too often). The pay sucks donkeys’ balls, though, so he's very careful to look busy all the time so they don't give him more to do without a cent more. Writing the Ten-Minute Seduction columns means the extra dough necessary to eat, so he doesn't feel guilty about it at all. Alt-tabs for the win.
Another good thing about working for Liberty Production means that once in a while he catches a glimpse of big names in the movie industry. If he's really lucky it’s even, sometimes, Jensen Ackles: Demi-God. Actor turned movie director, in fact. The guy is without a doubt the most gorgeous man Jared has ever seen, ever. Jensen has been haunting Jared's fantasies since he first saw him from afar fourteen months ago, and has since graduated to become his porn muse.
The tragedy is that Jensen doesn't even know Jared exists.
Cue heavy sigh.
**
The elevator doors closed after letting out Miss Weatherly on floor 4. That left Mike and I, and the way he glanced over with a smile in the mirror panel was openly appreciative. An invitation, even. I knew his floor was coming fast, so I just gambled that after weeks of casual flirting at the gym, we were ready for more. I pushed the emergency button and the elevator stalled.
"Oops." I said, with a smile, before leaning on the wall in what I had perfected as my come hither look. It made Mike chuckle.
"Real smooth, St-Clair."
He didn't seem put off, though. In fact, he moved right next to me and put a hand on my hip, fingers skimming the skin over my gym shorts and right under the edge of my tank top.
"I knew you'd appreciate my style." I said, widening my feet on the ground to make a space for him, which he gladly filled before leaning up to kiss me.
**
Jared smiles, wondering where to take that next. Oh the possibilities. He had been inordinately pleased to learn the editors of the website were not against occasional gay sex scenes, since there was a lot of female readership. That women were totally into that was a surprise to Jared, although thinking about how lesbian porn had always been a hit for the heterosexual man, it was logical.
Still mulling over if he's going to write a smoking hot blowjob or sex against the elevator wall, Jared makes his way towards the break room; He's got a pack of double sour Skittles in his lunch box calling his name. Jared's passing near the producer's offices when a gaggle of them exit a meeting room, and a man juggling with a bag and several paper files runs for the gap left in the door as it closes fast in front of him. Out of habit - his Mama raised him right - Jared holds the door open to stop the imminent collision. It's close, though, and a couple of the paper files drop to the floor. Storyboards, Jared sees as he crouches to picks them up.
"Shit, I'm sorry, thanks for the save." The man says, as Jared smiles up.
"I just hope the movie's good and I’m not gonna regret saving you from a concussion." He shoots back. There's a spotlight on the ceiling, right behind the man's head, putting his face in shadow but he laughs out loud, so Jared's fleeting moment of panic at putting his foot in his mouth eases up and he grins.
"Yeah, me too." The man says, taking his storyboards and Jared straightens, seeing the face of the man change when he goes up and up until he's standing. Jared gets that whoa-you're-tall look a lot and smirks, but then he realize he's facing the one and only Jensen Adonis Ackles. He's too shocked to even blink, but Ackles smiles again, and nods towards the execs who are already down the corridor.
"Gotta go!" And he's already on the move, with a little wave.
"See ya!" Jared shouts back, to his deep surprise. When he's alone in the corridor again, he finally blinks, then pinches his arm. Ow. Awake then, Holy Shit.
**
Unfortunately, Jared doesn't bump into his ultimate fantasy man the next day, or the day after. In fact, he's given up hope that he's ever going to see Jensen up close and personal again, and that's just a shame. He's playing Frisbee in the park with Harley and Sadie, and once again his girl proves she's the cunning one by downright stealing it from under Harley’s nose, making him laugh and point at the baffled mutt. It's frigging hot, though, and Jared's sweating bucket; he strips off his t-shirt before dumping the rest of his water bottle on his head, uses the shirt as a makeshift towel, and then stuffs a corner of it in the back of his shorts: it's too gross to put on again. Jared gives a sharp whistle and the dogs bound towards him.
"Nice dogs."
"Thanks." Jared says automatically, snapping the leashes on the collars of his babies who want to go sniff at the runner who stopped by them. Their enthusiasm is well received by the man, who lets them lick all they want. And frankly, realizing that the runner is Jensen? Jared can't fault the dogs - he has an irresistible urge to lick himself. It's so bad that he's afraid he's going to make a total fool out of himself right about now. Jensen looks even hotter than in did in his power suit from the other day, the cut off sweat pants and a thin t-shirt showing just how well built he is. And in about a second, he's going to look up and...
"Hi again." Jensen says, as he sticks a hand out. "Jensen Ackles, didn't have time to introduce myself the other day."
Jared is blinking, freaking out inwardly as he stares at Jensen's hand, who then makes a funny disgusted face before wiping his hands full of dog drool on his sweats.
"Oh, right, yuck. Sorry."
And Jared laughs, before handing his own hand out. It's all or nothing, he's got to dive right in. He can totally do smooth social interaction, sure he can. He just has to pretend he's cool and confident. He took acting lessons once, he can do it. Like a part.
"I'm used to it, it's okay. Hi Jensen, nice to meet you." Jared says, pleased to see that Jensen grins right back. He's acing this, go him.
"Obviously." Jensen says, and god, Jensen is shaking his hand! And those impossibly green eyes are looking at him, making him feel all funny inside so Jared deflects, pointing to the dogs.
"This is Sadie, the big one is Harley..." and before he understands why he's doing it, he's lying right through his teeth "and I'm Rick. Rick St-Clair."
Jensen nods, pleased, then makes a gesture at the park.
"You guys come here often?"
"Almost every day, they love to run." Especially after being stuck in a tiny apartment all day, Jared doesn't add.
"Cool. Maybe I'll see you around, then. I gotta go though." Jensen says, starting to jog backwards in the path, still looking at them.
"See ya, then." Jared says automatically, like the last time. Jensen grins, gives him a blatant once over that lingers on Jared's chest, then a little wave and he's going.
The dogs want to follow and Jared reels them in, a little stunned. Did Jensen Ackles just flirt with him? Jared's really bad at noticing those things generally, but he's pretty sure that he did. Okay so he heard through the grapevine that Jensen is no stranger to casual flings with both gorgeous girls and pretty boys - in fact he's been leaving a trail of broken hearts for years now - but to have blipped on his radar, even for a second, makes Jared flush with pleasure. Awesome.
**
It was a good thing that those old sports car had a roomy back seat, because two men over six feet would have never fitted otherwise. I slicked my fingers and started stretching the guy's tight little opening with two fingers as he moaned like a porn star, pushing back greedily against my hand.
"Come on, Rick, yeah, more." He urged, feral and needy, and I was happy to oblige.
***
Jared is wondering if he has something salvageable for dinner in his fridge or if he should stop by the grocery store when he hears someone calling out. He doesn't react at first, because...
"Wait up, Rick!" It's only when he feels a hand on his arm, and sees it's Jensen, that Jared realizes that he's the one being hailed. Shit. He smiles down at Jensen a bit sheepishly.
"Sorry, sorry, I was totally in my bubble there."
Jensen laughs, thank god.
"I saw that!" They get out of the building and Jensen is practically bouncing towards the parking lot. "They're gonna do my movie!"
That explains the bounciness and the million dollar smile splitting Jensen's face, then. Jared grins and without thinking amiably shoulder checks Jensen on the side.
"That's awesome!"
"Hell yeah!" Jensen looks like a kid in a candy store, which is very endearing from a pro in the business. He stops near a shiny black Lotus and jiggles his keys, then looks straight at Jared with a waggle of eyebrows. "This calls for a celebration. Wanna come have a drink with me?"
"Sure!" Jared says and when Jensen disappears into the Lotus, Jared tries to hold off his panic attack, ambling faux-casually towards the passenger door. This is not the time to freak out, he has to act cool and collected and... fold himself in three to fit in the car. He grunts and Jensen laughs again, even if he does seem a little cramped too.
"Guess Lotus never factored mile long legs in their interior design!"
Jared grumbles as he fights with adjustments to get the seat as far back as it goes. Which is not nearly far enough.
"You're no midget either, why did you buy this shit?"
"It's not mine. Chris made a surf date and borrowed my SUV to carry the boards." Jensen says as he tears out of the parking lot, making the tire squeak.
Fortunately, Jensen stops at a little bar a couple of blocks further, so Jared can stretch out of the pretzel act before he stays stuck like that. They take a booth in the back and although Jared is insanely nervous, they fall smoothly into conversation about Jensen's movie first - ninjas! Ninjas are always cool! - then sports teams and favorite music, where their taste differ so much it makes them laugh. Jensen asks about him and Jared says he's a writer, which even if it's half true is misleading none the less and makes him feel like a fraud. But then they realize how they're both from Texas and they're on comfortable territory once more. If Jared doesn't stop to stare stupidly at Jensen with a goofy grin it's through sheer force of will, although maybe he does a tiny bit when Jensen's not looking (but he doesn't get caught so it's okay). After a couple of hours though, Jensen looks at his watch and frowns.
"Whoa, time flies. I'm sorry Rick, but I should get going, I'm expected for dinner."
The way he says it with a little pout makes it clear that he'd prefer staying with Jared, which is totally glee making. Jared looks at his own watch and winces, wondering if the dogs have now destroyed and maimed his apartment in retaliation for being way late.
"Yikes, I've got to go too."
They pay their tab and as they get to the door, the nervousness comes back and Jared starts to worry about how he should play it. In his opinion there has been a low level flirting going on and Jensen looks interested, but what if it's all a product of his overactive imagination? Guys like Jensen usually do the first move, so should he wait for it? Oh, and was taking him out for a celebratory drink the first move, and therefore now it's his turn? As they get outside, Jared is almost beside himself and his default reaction is to wonder: what would Rick do? By then they are near the car and upon a reckless impulse, Jared goes for it. As Jensen turns to say goodbye, Jared crowds him against the car, stepping right into his personal space. Surprised, Jensen looks up and Jared smiles down at him in a way he hopes is seductive and not manic.
"Hey."
Jensen blinks rapidly, his big green eyes almost round then he grins and relaxes, which makes them crinkle in the corner in the most adorable way imaginable.
"Hi."
No objection, then, that's very clear. Jared brings his hand up and brushes the back of his knuckles along Jensen's jaw, prickly with ginger stubble. When Jared speaks, his voice is lower, almost rasp.
"I had a great time."
Jensen nods and smiles wider.
"Me too." He answers and definitely leans up, so Jared has no other choice but to kiss him, softly and almost chaste. Jensen hands end up on Jared's chest, the one not holding car keys fisting his shirt to bring him closer, he tilts his head and demands more. Jared licks that maddening lower lip that features so vividly in his fantasies and it's a thousand times better for real, soft and firm, opening easily for him. Jensen groans appreciatively as their tongues finally slide together, and it's sweet and incredibly dirty at the same time. Before he loses all control, Jared pulls back. Jensen looks dazed and so totally ravishable Jared can't help but smile again.
"Where's your phone?" He asks and Jensen wordlessly fishes it out of his breast pocket before Jared snatches it. "I really got to go," he says as he punches his number in, nearly writing Jared instead of Rick but back spacing after the 'J'. "You call me one of those days."
He considers leaning to kiss Jensen again but decides against it, afraid that he might not want to stop. Jensen nods as Jared walks backward, hands in his pockets to stifle the impulse to reach out.
"Sure. Okay then. Bye." Jensen babbles, keys in hands but not getting in the car just yet.
Jared turns and manfully resists doing a fist pump until he's turned the corner. Then he freaks out and starts hyperventilating.
**
She was so tiny that once out of her high heels she was not even as high as my nipples. She was still all hot curves and awesome tits, now covered with water rivulets making me even crazier with want. She almost weighted nothing when I picked her up and propped her against the shower wall as she wound her legs around my waist. Her eyes were dark and smoky, teeth pearl white and set in a challenging smirk.
"I know you can give it to me, I'm not going to break! C'mon!"
And I did, driving into her with a long hard stroke.**
Jared's been turning and tossing and not able to sleep at all, replaying every single minute of his time with Jensen over and over again, in excruciating sensory details. Was fun at first, but right now he'd like to be able to sleep a little, thank you very much. When his phone starts ringing at 4 AM, he glares at it. Must be fucking Chad drunk dialling him again to explain how he managed to get shit-faced once more, in a convoluted story that surely involves hot chicks. It always involves hot chicks, somehow, God forbid The Chad admits to anything less.
"What?" Jared all but barks as he answers.
"Hey! Hi!" Comes a drunken drawl, but it's definitely not Chad. Jared looks at the number but he's never seen it before and he's about to firmly hang up, possibly with a swear or two when the man goes on, definitely sloppy drunk. "I so totally should not be calling you right now, it's not even funny."
Amused against his will, Jared has to agree.
"Got that right, buddy. I think you got the wrong number."
"Really? You're not Rick? Aww, shucks."
Jared laughs out loud, because who says 'aww, shucks'? Jensen apparently, it has to be.
"Jensen?" He asks.
"Rick! I knew it! Hi!" It's said with so much enthusiasm; Jared can't help it and chuckles.
"Hi, having fun there?"
Incredible but true, Jared can definitely hear Jensen pout when he answers.
"No. Not nearly enough. Needs more kissing."
"More kissing?" This is golden. Jared can't stop grinning, maybe his face is going to split in two from it.
"Yes. More of you kissing me. And stuff. ASAP." Jensen definitely sounds slightly whiny.
"Duly noted." There's nothing Jared wants more, so agreeing is not like his arm is being twisted into something horrible.
"Cool. Imma hang up now."
"You do that. Oh Jensen?" He asks in an afterthought.
"Yeah?"
"Do yourself a favor and drink some water, okay?"
There's a grumble but Jared can hear water running in the background.
"Yes mom. G'night."
"Sweet dreams." Jared says to a cut signal. With a smile he puts the phone on the bedside table and this time when he closes his eyes, he's out like a light.
***
Jared goes to work with a bounce in his step, even if getting up after two hours of sleep was excruciatingly hard. There is a constant buzz of "I-kissed-Jensen" and "Jensen-likes-me-enough-to-drunk-dial-me" and "soon-soon-kissing-and-stuff" running around in his head. He finishes an assignment - pages and pages of excruciating details on the P-51 Mustang WWII fighter planes and starts another one on the living habits of hedgehogs without a pause, humming under his breath. His good mood holds all day and gets even better when he takes the dogs to the park and sees the silhouette he's been hoping for walking by the fountain. Jared unleashes the dogs and sends them running, knowing that for a good 10 minutes they'll chase each other without getting into trouble. Still keeping an eye on them, Jared walks up to intersect Jensen's path, who seems to be dragging his feet more than anything. In fact, Jensen never sees him until they're face to face, then looks up, mouth pinched. Jared can't help but tease.
"So, how's the head?"
Even with the dark shades Jensen has on, Jared can see him go from pissed to mortified when he recognizes him. There is even facepalming involved.
"Oh God, kill me now." Jensen mutters in his hands, shoulders slumped.
"Tsk tsk tsk," Jared chides, playful. "No one dies before there is more kissing. And stuff."
Jensen groans deeply and he's turning a very nice shade of red all over, even his nape colors.
"Maybe I really wanna die." He declares and Jared decides it is improper behavior, so he grabs one of Jensen's wrists and pulls, going for the little group of trees just off the path.
"Nu huh. I promised more kissing. And stuff. ASAP even."
Jensen follows easily enough, and when Jared looks back he's even smirking slightly under the blush. Jared manhandles him a little until he's back to a tree and without further ado just goes for the kill and kisses Jensen hard. Jensen gives back as much as he gets and they are soon nipping at each other's mouth and neck, grunting and growling and it's so overwhelming Jared is this close to popping like a firecracker without even being touched. He shoves a hand into Jensen's sweats and grabs his dick, and Jensen swears before starting to groan as Jared pumps him steadily.
"You're so fucking hot," Jared whispers in his ear. "Are you going to come for me, Jensen?"
Jensen lets go with a sexy little sound that's close to a whimper.
"Yeah, yeah. Oh god, oh god your goddamn hands Rick, fuck!" He's pawing at Jared's chest a bit desperately, fucking Jared's fists and from one moment to the next he stills, coming all over Jared's hand.
He's totally boneless for maybe a minute and Jared has to hold him up against the tree as he gasps on the side of Jared's neck, sun shades squished askew. It would be endearing if Jared didn't need to come so bad he's almost hurting by now. Luckily for him, when Jensen gets his bearing back the first thing he does is to sink to his knees, fighting with Jared's short to free his hard on. The enormity of having Jensen on his knees before him is so shocking, after dreaming about it in multiple scenarios, that to his surprise he manages to not totally embarrass himself. Jensen makes a pleased face when he manages to get Jared's cock out, which is not always the case for people going down on him.
"I knew you'd be huge." He almost purrs, looking briefly up at Jared's face who raises his eyebrows.
"Size queen much?" How he's able to talk by this point is a mystery, but then it's gone because Jensen is flicking his tongue at the head, then stretching his pretty pretty mouth around Jared's dick, who leans both hands on the tree for support.
Jensen obviously loves sucking cock and is very good at it too, all raw heat and suction, using his hand to jack what doesn't fit in his mouth. Jared is so far gone that it doesn't take much and too soon he groans as he comes, eyes rolling in the back of his head. Jensen swallows it all and soothes Jared through the aftershocks, rubbing thumbs in small circles over Jared's hips. When he can see clearly again, and realizes a few branches are the only thing between them and being seen by anyone passing in the path, Jared hauls Jensen back to his feet, and kisses him slow and deep, chasing his taste around Jensen's mouth. They break with a smile, and as Jared tucks himself back in his shorts he wipes his hand still covered with cooling spunk on the front of Jensen's sweats. Jensen stares down, mouth agape.
"You did NOT just do that."
"I did lots of... stuff." He can't resist the teasing and Jensen laughs, so fucking beautiful.
"And I guess I'll never live that one down, will I?" He says, trying for annoyed but missing by a mile, his mouth still twitching.
"Never. Ever."
On that witty comeback, Jared hears the forewarning tippety-tap of an incoming Sadie tackle and braces for it, although Jensen is taken by surprise when they are topped over by two very enthusiast dogs. Jensen hits his head on the ground and groans.
"Oh my god, you're gonna be the death of me, mark my words."
**
I wiped her juices from my chin once she stopped shaking from her fourth orgasm and ran my hands up and down her creamy thighs. She looked completely zoned out, blue eyes half opened and red hair all over the pillow. It was the perfect picture of debauchery and temptation, which got even hotter when she put her feet on the bed and let her legs drop open in a clear invitation to take her.
"What are you waiting for, stud?"
**
In the following weeks, they find as many opportunities to fuck like bunnies as possible. The park gets a good run for its money, but Jensen also calls Jared so they meet almost every night at this or that bar, where they have almost public sex some more. It culminates by a whole weekend where Jared bends Jensen over almost all of the available plane surfaces of Jensen's condo, and christens some vertical ones too. What makes in even better is that they get along greatly, with a similar sense of humor and a rapidly building complicity. Jared can't fool himself very long: he's totally head over heels. It's good, it's great, it's in fact unbelievably awesome until...
"Oh yeah, Rick, come on, harder.."
Each and every time Jared hears that name come out of Jensen's mouth, he remembers with a jolt that all of it is based on a lie. He wants to come clean so bad, but he's seen Jensen pissed off at other people and he's pretty sure he wouldn't be forgiven, so he clenches his jaw, smiles tightly and says nothing, hoping to have this little piece of heaven for maybe a day more. It makes him desperate and needy, and more than once Jensen shushes him like he's trying to calm a frightened colt.
***
One night, after running with the dogs, Jared packs a bag and goes as planned to Jensen's. He's imagining all of the sweet tortures he's going to inflict on those miles of freckled skin when Jensen opens the door. He's on the phone and freezes for a moment, with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Then he goes back to his phone call, nodding into the apartment so Jared enters, heart sinking. Could it be...
"Fuck you, Chris, and the high horse you’re ridin’ on. Don't make me dig out the dirt on you, pal, so shut your mouth, understand?" Jensen says, tense and vicious, rubbing a hand through his hair like he does when he's confused or angry.
Jared is relieved at once that it's not him Jensen's mad at, even if he probably should worry that Jensen's fighting with his best friend. With a last curse, Jensen hangs up, then throws the phone on the couch and digs the heels of his hands in his eye sockets.
"Everything okay, Jen?"
Peeking at Jared around the side of his hand, Jensen is silent for a moment, takes a big breath and sighs, then turns around to look out the bay window and the city below.
"I think so. I'm sorry, I don't think I'll be good company tonight, Rick." It's maybe paranoia, but the name doesn't roll off Jensen's tongue as easily as usual. Trying to quash his fears, Jared walks up to him and puts his hands on Jensen's shoulders. When he's not shrugged off, he starts kneading his fingers in the stiff muscles. After a minute Jensen starts to gradually unclench and lets his head fall forward. Jared presses against his back and loops his arms around Jensen's waist, then drops a little kiss on the side of Jensen's neck.
"If you want, I'll go." He whispers in the short hair that tickles his lips.
Jensen sighs again, then turns around with a smile that still doesn't reach his eyes.
"Nah, you can stay. And make me feel better with earth-shattering sex."
That's more like it. Jared grins and kisses Jensen oh so sweetly. If this time it's Jensen that hangs on a little too hard, Jared puts it on the fact that he's not feeling so great and goes with it.
**
All night she made me laugh with her witty comments about her usual customers, until all I wanted was that she'd remember me as one of the good...
The fire was crackling and projecting a golden glow across her skin, making me want to worship every square inch of it for the rest of my life.
Her smile was sweet and fond when she looked down at me, gently pushing the sweaty bangs off my forehead.
***
It's unbelievably frustrating but Jared can't seem to write Rick's adventures in casual sex anymore. He's experiencing the most lucky and active streak of his sexual history, but somehow that bleeds his porn writing dry. Jared doesn't want to share what he's doing with Jensen, that's private and precious even if he never quite had problems building on real life experience before (with details changed to protect the innocents). Writing about Rick with girls worked for a while after he started seeing Jensen, but by now he's running out of scenarios that are not degenerating rapidly into in sap fests. It's like all his muse is giving him is lovey dovey scenarios, and that exactly NOT what the website is looking for.
On top of everything, Jared's now pretty sure that Jensen found him out. He chalked it up to his usual low level paranoia at first, but Jensen's been more distant. They fuck more than ever but don't hang out as much, and when they do it doesn't feel the same, as if Jensen's weary of him, or not completely at ease. He used to be pretty cuddly after sex and now gets up as soon as he’s caught his breath, going to work on his laptop if Jared's at his place or flat out leaving if they are at Jared's. He doesn't look mad, though, and keeps coming back so Jared spends a couple of days completely agonizing over the situation, planning to come clean in a million ways but never brave enough to do it.
Jensen never says no to sex, though, and if Jared's a little slow on the uptake, he blame’s it on all of his blood going down south all the time. He's fucking Jensen nice and slow, who's pushing back into it in earnest.
"Come on, Rick, yeah, more."
Jared slides a hand down the curve of his spine, and Jensen arches as if there's a magnet in his palm.
"More?" He pants.
Jensen groans, "I know you can give it to me, I'm not going to break! C'mon!"
Curling his fingers around Jensen's hipbones, Jared's about to do as he's asked when he realizes that Jensen's quoting from The Ten-Minute Seduction. He freezes, his heart pounding. Jensen looks over his shoulder at him with half closed eyes and a smirk.
"What are you waiting for, stud?"
Jared backs up so fast he falls off the bed, and even that doesn't stop him until he has his back to the closet door. Jensen's laughs, although it's not a happy sound at all, then turns to look at him, flat on his stomach and chin on his crossed arms. He tilts his head in a question, voice deceptively sweet.
"What's the problem, Rick? You don't want to fuck me anymore?"
The shame and guilt are so strong, Jared knows he must be beet red. He stammers.
"Shit. Oh god. I'm sorry, I meant to tell you but... fuck. I'm so sorry."
Jensen's eyebrows climb up.
"Why, we're just having fun, right? A little inspiration for you, a big fat cock for me." He shrugs and his smile is so self-deprecating that Jared wonders if Jensen's been used before. Pretty as he is, in a town like LA, probably so. Jared feels even more like a dick and wants to make it better.
"It was never like that, Jensen, I swear. I really care about you."
That's when Jensen's demeanor changes, going from blasé to downright furious.
"You care? Fuck you, I don't even know your real name, asshole!" He yells, and Jared shrinks on himself.
"It's Jared." He whispers, but Jensen's still shouting over him.
"You know what? I don't fucking care what your real name is. The sex is unbelievable but it's not worth it. I've never been as... as.. Do you know how I found out?"
Jared really doesn't, but if it makes Jensen feel better to say it, he owes him that at least. "I was fucking happy, okay? And my best friend noticed and started asking questions. And when I told him I had this, I don't know, maybe a boyfriend,"
Jared's heart sinks painfully at the words, seeing the venom and hurt in Jensen's too bright green eyes, "who was awesome and so fucking hot. He wanted to know more. 'His name's Rick, Rick St-Clair and he's an author' I said, fucking proud and what happens?"
Jared can't even look at Jensen anymore, mortified, eyes on his shoe by the side of the bed. He fucked it all up. "Chris starts laughing, that's what happens. So much I can hear him cry and hiccup, the whole shebang. I don't understand and that's when he tells me about those... those poor-piss Penthouse letter you write for a couple of bucks. I didn't even really believe it at first, I... I thought it couldn't be, you wouldn't do something like that. But then I checked it out and... Who's the butt of the joke? Huh? I've never been so humiliated in my fucking life." Jensen's voice crack at that and he flings himself back towards the pillows, putting one over his head, finally silent.
Jared doesn't even dare to move for a couple of minutes, looking at Jensen's breathing slowing down and thinking at all the ways he fucked up and how's it's unforgivable.
"You can leave now." Jensen finally says from under the pillow, cold. You're dismissed, not wanted anymore. And Jared so deserves it.
He gathers his clothes and goes into the master bathroom to dress, splashing cold water on his face before he feels strong enough to go through the bedroom on his way out and face Jensen's accusing eyes. But there was no need to worry because Jensen's still hiding, now under his comforter and curled into a ball. Call him a masochist, but Jared can't leave him like this. He goes to sit on the edge of the bed, which immediately prompts a weary retort.
"Go away."
"I'm so incredibly sorry, Jensen." He whispers. "I really am."
"Fuck you. You know where the door is." This defeated tone is even worst than the righteous anger from before.
"I'm sorry I lied about my name. It killed me every time you called me Rick. I hated it."
"So sad. I think I'm going to cry myself to sleep with that one, Rick." The scorn in the name comes out loud and clear.
"It's Jared. Jared Padalecki."
Jensen snorts.
"What a stupid name."
"Exactly. Jared was too scared to talk to you, Jensen. Rick could kiss you in a parking lot."
The lump under the covers stirs a bit, then sighs.
"I still don't care. Why are you still here? I have moping to do."
That sounds more like the Jensen he knows, so Jared goes on.
"I never lied to you, Jen."
A disbelieving face finally appears, eyebrows almost into his hairline.
"Oh my god, you can't be serious."
Wincing, Jared has to concede the point.
"Okay so yeah, I lied about the name. And I'm, well, more of a research assistant than an author, even if you have to admit that..."
Jensen scowls.
"What you do isn't literature or even television scripts, Jared."
Hearing his name in Jensen's mouth is a small victory in itself, so Jared plows on.
"If you wanna be a snob about it, okay. But you know me, Jensen. You met my dogs, and I told you about my family, that was all true. I'm from Texas and I can smell a good barbecue from a mile away. Football trumps baseball in my book and I hate mint mixed with chocolate. I don't know why you kept me around once you knew about me..."
"That's because I'm a cock slut." Jensen mutters, looking away. "Didn't feel ready to let go of the hot sex yet. Thought I could still have fun, no strings attached and who cared if I was the laughing stock of LA, at least I had the best lay in the county. But it turns out I can't. So."
In a way, that hurts more than anything, that Jensen was ready to pass over humiliation for sex as if he's was not worthy of more.
"Again, I'm sorry. It's important for me... You should know... I know you can never forgive me, and I'll never forgive myself for hurting you, but it was way more than sex for me. I've been in love with you almost from the start."
Jensen's still not looking at him and scoffs at that, and that's what starts to break Jared's heart in shards so brittle he's pretty sure it's never going to be whole again. He stands up and takes in Jensen, his million of freckles and freakishly long eyelashes for probably the last time. His breath catches in his throat but he manages to whisper.
"I'm sorry, I was stupid. You deserve so much better than me."
That said Jared leaves, wondering if he'll even be able to breathe normally again.
***
To: gmeyers@hotttstuff.com
From: jtpadalecki@yahoo.com
Object: The Ten-Minute Seduction
I regret to announce that the files attached are the last four instalments of The Ten-Minute Seduction, and that they offer closure to the series. It will no longer be possible for me to supply bi-weekly chronicles starting immediately. I'd appreciate all remaining royalties be paid as rapidly as possible. I want to remind you that according to our contract and the common copyright law, the title "The Ten-Minute Seduction", the "Rick St-Clair" character and general concept are legally mine. I'd appreciate no infringement of my rights on the matter and that after the three months stated in our agreement if our association should be terminated, all existing chronicles be pulled from the website and all backup servers.
We've had a mutually beneficial agreement for years and I'm intensely grateful for the chance you've given me. I can assure you that I won't offer similar material to competitors, but that I'm just in a place in my life where I want to turn the page on the The Ten-Minute Seduction and explore new venues.
Sincerely,
Jared T. Padalecki
***
The thing is, writing original fiction without relying on smut? Is pretty damn hard. He's been stuck for WEEKS now and it's not even funny. Jared strikes off viciously a whole paragraph off and starts over again. It seems that trying to write longhand is not helping at all, although to be honest it was a long shot anyway. He starts trying to pack all of the papers in his bag when there's a gust of wind that of course takes the ONE page with something maybe salvageable and whisks it away. Jared lunges for it, misses and sends thanks to deities above when a sneakered foot stops its escape 6 feet further.
"Oh, god, thanks!" Jared exclaims. It's only when he looks up that he realizes it's Jensen and his heart lurches. How is it possible to be so beautiful? It's been six weeks now and every time he gets even a glimpse of Jensen in a hallway or in the park, Jared wants to hit his head on a cement wall until his skull cracks open and ends his suffering.
Jensen reaches down and picks up the sheet, then squints as Jared just swallows nervously. Jensen doesn't look pissed anymore, in fact he looks totally bland until he scans what's written and frowns.
"A script?" He glances at Jared, curious now. "What about?"
Good question. Jared starts to babble.
"Humm. Well. See, there's this cowboy, he's the Sheriff in this small town where everyone looks after each other. He's gorgeous and brave and everyone wants him of course because seriously, he's smoking hot, but he's been hurt and can't really trust anyone for real, so he hides under a cocky smile and attitude."
Jensen looks slightly amused.
"Sounds kind of lonely. Go on."
Picking up speed, Jared starts explaining with his hands for emphasis.
"Then there's this other cowboy, a stranger, who comes into town. He's not bad per se, but he's always brooding and moping around because he did something truly terrible a couple of towns over, so he's ridden with guilt and drinks and starts trouble at the saloon all the time."
The corners of Jensen's mouth are twitching a bit.
"I assume he's the one with the black hat."
Jared points in triumph.
"Exactly. So since the tall handsome stranger gets in trouble all the time, the Sheriff has to put him in jail and investigate a bit. Turns out the stranger's wanted for some crime or another. Fraud, yeah, fraud." Jensen is now rubbing his fingers under his nose to hide his smile. He makes a go on gesture with the hand holding the script. "And then," Jared says with intent, "the vampires get to town."
That's it, Jensen just laughs out loud and it's so fucking glorious Jared beams at him.
"Vampires?" He says, with a smile that reaches his eyes and it's been so long that Jared would do anything to keep it there. He shrugs.
"Hey. I wanna sell the thing, and I've heard vampires are the way to go lately. Why change the recipe to success?"
Jensen's shaking his head fondly.
"You're such a moron."
Getting up, Jared goes to Jensen and takes the paper. As serious as he can be, he declares.
"I really really am."
For a minute Jensen observes him closely, saying nothing. Figuring he's got nothing to lose, Jared then offers his hand.
"Hi. I'm Jared Padalecki. Thanks for the save."
Jensen hesitates, but he does put his hand in Jared's to shake it and he's smiling lightly.
"Jensen Ackles. I hope I'm not gonna regret saving it."
"Yeah, me too." Jared answers with feeling, swearing inwardly on everything worth living for - love, most of all - that he is going to get it right this time. He has to.
The End