Prompt 08 from the table "Jensen Ackles: In a world of dreams I'm a frequent flyer" for spn_30snapsh
Title: "Touch me like you mean it"
Authorthe_milky_way
Character(s)/Pairing: Jensen Ackles (Jared/Jensen)
Theme: Jensen Ackles: In a world of dreams I'm a frequent flyer
Prompt(s): 08. Touch
Words: 5.500
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Many thanks to kskitten
Disclaimer: This is not true. It never happened and I don't own anything.
Summary: Harley’s tongue is in his ear when Jared tumbles into the hallway and Jensen barks out a laugh at the sight of him. There is something white and creamy on Jared’s face, hair held back by shiny pink hair bands and Jared’s only wearing track pants. No one can blame Jensen when he stares for a second or two.
Notes:
This was written for matalinolukaret's birthday. She gave me the prompt Jensen's a 9 to 5 guy, a regular guy. But he never says no when his professional make up artist boyfriend/roommate Jared needs a human canvas to experiment on.. Well, I hope it comes close to what you wanted. :)
The dogs almost bowl him over when Jensen barely has the door open. He hears Jared yelling and feels himself smiling at the usual chaos that greets him. It’s been a long day - like usually these past few months. The promotion was supposed to make his life easier, now Jensen isn’t so sure about that anymore.
He’s tired, a little dizzy from it actually and just wants to make a quick salad and then sink down onto the couch and watch a game or something. Jensen sighs, feels old beyond his years and starts petting the dogs. Yeah, an evening at home sounds really good.
Harley’s tongue is in his ear when Jared tumbles into the hallway and Jensen barks out a laugh at the sight of him. There is something white and creamy on Jared’s face, hair held back by shiny pink hair bands and Jared’s only wearing track pants. No one can blame Jensen when he stares for a second or two.
“What?” Jared pouts and drags Harley off of Jensen. The pout moves the mass on Jared’s skin and makes him look like a demented clown. Jensen cringes, clowns aren’t really his favorite persons.
“Just… what exactly are you doing?” Jensen gestures towards Jared’s face. Then gets up from his crouch, pats Sadie again and stows his shoes and laptop away on the way to the kitchen. He needs his afternoon coffee, having had no time at the office and maybe it’s too late now but he wants one anyway. Jared’s right behind him, as are the dogs.
“Trying out some new facial masks we got in today. Can’t have clients wearing them without knowing how they feel and what they do. Harley thinks they taste good. At least something. My face feels like it’s in a vice, all tight and not at all fresh. But who knows maybe it’s supposed to be like this. Face-lifting and all…” Jared’s hands are flailing, like they usually do when he tries not to be too excited about things.
“That’s not all that reassuring, Jay.”
It’s been a while since Jensen could suppress the automatic smile that always creeps up when Jared is like this. Danni mocks him about it mercilessly, well all of his friends do, but Danni is the only one who knows that he’s kind of totally gone for his roommate and so very lost on how or what to do about it.
The thing is, Jared’s as straight as they come. Had two girlfriends over the last year and never even mentioned that he might have experimented in college or something. And yes, Jared’s a professional make-up artists and wears a lot of pink, but he sure as hell isn’t a cliché.
There already is coffee in the pot and Jensen takes his time savoring it, all the while aware that Jared’s just hovering at his side as if he’s waiting for something. Jensen takes a look around and almost chokes on his coffee.
The kitchen is spotless, Jared just shrugs.
“Had to be done and I was home. The kids helped,” he grins. There is something in his voice that tells Jensen Jared did it all for very selfish reasons. He just has to figure now what those are. Jensen decides not to ask, he’s too tired for that.
“Really? Let me guess, you dropped the crème fraiche and they cleaned the floor with their tongues?” The brand-new container of the dairy product Jensen bought yesterday is missing from the fridge. There goes his plan for tuna salad for dinner.
Jared actually has the decency to look guilty, a little at least, until Sadie noses against his hand and Jared is all smiles again. There has never been a moment where Jensen could stay annoyed at either Jared or the dogs. Never. And he’s never been mad or angry in all the time they’ve been living together. Granted, it’s only been a year but that’s sort of an accomplishment Jensen’s pretty proud of.
He’s so not thinking about those years living with Matt, Chad and Chris. Okay, it was college, then two years of settling into working life and really, his life was definitely less serious back then. But Jensen honestly thinks that moving in with Jared had been the best idea he’s ever had.
“I’ll go and get you another one, have to take the dogs out tonight anyway. That okay or do you need it now?”
Best idea ever. Jensen just knows it.
“It’s okay, Jay. I’ll just make the lemon chicken you are so obsessed about. That was your real plan, wasn’t it?” Jensen grins at the wide-eyed look of fake innocence on Jared’s face - slightly obscured by the drying out facial mask there. There is a reason why Jared chose to work behind the scenes and not in front of a camera.
“You found me out. I totally just wanted you to stand in the kitchen after a hard day at work. You are the perfect house-wife, Jen. I knew it,” Jared tries to keep his face blank and Jensen knows that it’s a matter of impossibility. A second later there is a giant grin and Jensen shakes his head.
“Fuck off, you are the one at home and cleaning obsessively.” There should have been a better come back but Jensen is way too tired and, as usual, is kind of still stuck on the grin and dimples.
Sometimes, it’s like Jared knows which effect those dimples have on Jensen and uses them to his advantage. Jensen wants to complain about it, how unfair it is, especially combined with the pout and puppy dog eyes but he always remembers how he never wants to give Jared that kind of satisfaction.
“Let me get changed and then I’ll start dinner, okay?”
Jensen is halfway up the stairs to his room when Jared just pulls him back and into one of his bear hugs.
“Hmpf,” Jensen splutters into Jared’s t-shirt and tries to stay upright without much flailing.
“Sorry. Just… thank you,” Jared says quiet and somewhat subdued. It has Jensen on the edge and close to worrying, because Jared? Doesn’t do quiet and subdued.
“Jay?”
“Oh, stop worrying, Jen. ‘M fine. Know you had a long day and I really didn’t want to make you cook. Just thanks, for being awesome and all.” Jared smiles down at him when Jensen lifts his head. Hazel eyes are bright and clear but there’s something Jared isn’t saying.
Jared lets go as suddenly as he pulled Jensen close and Jensen has a hard time staying upright and on his feet, again. Sadie wriggling between them isn’t really helping either. Jared’s hands on his biceps do the trick in the end.
They are standing close for a second, very close.
Nothing really matters just then. And Jensen’s too caught up in Jared’s eyes, actually squeaks when Harley licks his hand. Then he blushes, cringes and turns to finally head up the stairs. Jared’s chuckles follow him and Jensen wants to scowl, does actually but is very much aware that Jared can’t see him. Sadie’s not leaving his side and Jensen is a little grateful for it anmd feels pathetic for having to lean against her with his legs feeling wobbly and all.
“Ten minutes, Jay.”
“You don’t hav’ta.” Jared says, just a step behind him and it startles Jensen all over again. He’s not sure why Jared’s there, what he’s doing upstairs.
“I know. But it helps me relax. Need to not think about the office for a while.” Work’s been a bad place lately. They let people off and crammed all the work onto just a few pairs of shoulders. One of those being Jensen’s. He’s not a partner yet, so there is no way to say anything, not when he doesn’t want to lose his job.
“That bad?” Jared has the door to his studio open already and Jensen just wants to walk in with him and lie down on the make-up chair, which is surprisingly, forbiddingly comfortable. Jensen, always, really always, falls asleep in it. Just for a second he wishes Jared had something new to test.
“’S fine. A lot to do. Let me get changed and I’ll call down when dinner’s ready.”
“You really…” Jared starts again.
“I want to. Stop it, Jared. It’s okay. I like cooking.”
“You do.” The smile is audible and Jensen smiles as well, then closes his door and sacks against it.
It’s the same every day. Jensen leaves to Jared’s smile after breakfast, comes home to Jared’s smile at the door and goes to bed remembering Jared’s smile when he said good night. It’s not healthy but sometime during the last year Jensen got used to having Jared’s smile being the one thing he looks forward to seeing each day. Not to mention the guy attached to it.
Jensen is tired, exhausted and way beyond caring if he slips up tonight or not. It’ll happen one day anyway.
The sight of his rumpled bed, no time this morning to straighten it, makes him groan. He could just flop down and stay there, not get up or move at all for the rest of the evening. Jared will find him eventually. But he promised Jared, so he won’t.
***
The lemon chicken is almost done when Jared sidles up next to Jensen. He always does that, wanting to know how Jensen does things and if he could help. Well, letting Jared help was a one time experience and Jensen isn’t too keen on a repeat performance, so he lets Jared watch and comment.
Today, though, Jared’s quiet and it underlines the feeling Jensen’s had since he came home. He doesn’t say anything though, just keeps on turning the chicken in the lemon sauce and watches it bubble for a while. The rice is already in the bowl and being kept warm in the oven.
Jensen smirks as Jared starts to fidget next to him, can’t ever stay still for long and Jensen only has to wait him out. It takes him barely five minutes to crack and he harrumphs at Jensen’s grin. Jared’s got a t-shirt on now and Jensen, for a nano-second, regrets it. But then the muscles visible under the very tight shirt are still very much a distraction. Jensen has to look elsewhere.
The second he looks up his jaw drops as well as the fork in his hand.
“Holy mother of… Jared,” Jensen isn’t proud of yet another squeak but he can’t hold it back at the sight of Jared.
“What? What is it?” And Jared actually looks panicked now, confused as well, it makes Jensen blink for a minute before he just cracks up. He laughs so hard that he can’t really see Jared through the tears anymore.
“What? Jensen, come on… What?” Jared sounds pleading which sets Jensen off again. It takes him a while to calm down enough to speak again. Jared looks murderous. Any other day it would actually scare Jensen - because Jared can be a scary fucker when he wants to - if it wasn’t for the…
“Sparkles on your skin, dude. You sparkle,” Jensen snorts, giggles even and has to look away when Jared sprints out of the kitchen.
The shout that follows a second later has Jensen clinging to the kitchen counter, laughing hysterically all over again.
“Fuck. Fuck…. Not funny, Jensen. So not funny. How am I supposed to go to work tomorrow?” Jared’s flailing all over the place when he comes back into the kitchen, whipping furiously at his skin with lotion-soaked pads. Jensen’s snort has him scowling even more fiercely.
Yeah, so not funny, only that it is.
Well, at least the pink headbands are gone and Jared’s hair’s back to his floppy normalness.
When dinner is ready, Jensen sits Jared down at the table and serves, pats him on the head and tries not to crack up all over again.
“Sparkles, man,” Jared sighs, looks forlorn and all about five, floppy hair in his eyes and lip quivering a little. There’s a faint blush on his cheek that Jensen absolutely does not find adorable if asked. “What the fuck?”
“Jared, I’m sure you can get if off with enough lotion and water. Let’s eat before it gets cold… Mr. Cullen.”
“Nice, Jen.” Jared pouts again.
“Couldn’t resist.”
Dinner’s quiet but then it usually is. Jared talks about the new line of products he got this morning, asks Jensen about work and tells him he works too much. The usual. It’s nice though, just them, no rush to get out and meet the boys. A quiet evening in despite it being Friday.
“You wanna go out tonight?” Jared’s trying to scrub sparkles off his hands and isn’t really looking at Jensen but he sounds interested anyway.
“Hell no. I’m dead. I feel like 60 or something. Just want to relax and do nothing.”
“Awesome.”
And that right there, the voice and the grin Jared can’t hide, that doesn’t mean anything good for Jensen or Jensen’s skin.
“No.”
“Please, Jensen? I know you are tired. It will be relaxing, I promise. And no sparkles, really.” Jared’s using the puppy dog eyes and Jensen can’t look away. That’s really not fair. He sighs, sees Jared light up and knows he’s a hopeless case.
Well, and Jensen is a masochist and loves to torture himself, at least when it comes to Jared and Jared’s hands on his skin. Jared touching him must be one of the best turn-ons he knows. So yeah, totally gone. If only he could fight it.
“Absolutely, under no circumstances, will you use anything with sparkles on me. Tell me you didn’t know what’s in there and we are done here. No sparkles. At all. I have a presentation tomorrow. And why the hell aren’t you using Misha for this anyway?”
Jared’s grinning like mad now, satisfied that he got Jensen to cave all over again. Jensen wants to wipe the smug look off of Jared’s face but can’t think of a way to accomplish that.
“Admit it, I’m just your second choice.”
“Never. Dude, you’d always be my first choice if you weren’t so busy at work and less of a pussy,” Jared retorts, smirk still firmly in place. Jared takes their plates to the sink and then drags Jensen over to their really awesome and comfy couch in the living room. Harley’s sleeping on the other end while Sadie prefers the rug under the coffee table.
Jensen sighs as he lets himself sink into the cushions, closes his eyes and just refuses to think anymore.
“Misha’s still mad at your for the green stuff that wouldn’t get off, huh?”
Jensen knows Jared too well now. One year and he knows Jared better than he knew Chris after ten. It’s scary sometimes, how much he lets himself trust Jared and he’s aware that it’s a two-way thing.
“Uh… well, maybe. Yeah. But you’re still my first choice, Jen.”
Jensen snorts, shakes his head and tilts it so that he can look at Jared who’s standing right behind him.
“Sure, Jay. Whatever you say.” Jensen offers him a tired smile, one that he knows will show how exhausted he really is. Jared’s eyes soften, an answering smile on his lips.
“Just let me get my things. You look beat, so… just sit tight and I’ll be right there.”
Jared’s almost skidding down the hallway towards the stairs, Jensen’s eyes following him lazily, he could fall asleep like that.
Then Jared stops at the bottom of the steps and turns. There is something in his look Jensen can’t pinpoint.
“Thank you.”
Jensen nods, not sure what Jared is saying and why but feels good about it anyway. He should feel nervous considering the fact that he always has a hard time not jumping Jared when his roommate is in his professional mode.
Every time, Jensen has to fight an almost painful hard-on. Sucks, that his body knows what it wants even though his mind keeps on telling it ‘no’. Jensen’s body is traitorous and very much acting independently when Jared’s perched over Jensen, stroking and petting him to his heart’s desire. Jensen has given up blaming it, his mind savors those moments, too, after all.
Today, Jensen is too tired to care about that. Too tired to freak out and think of any excuse to get out of the situation. Today, Jensen just sits there waiting, eyes closed, Sadie’s snout on his foot, her body over his other and her heartbeat slowly drumming him to sleep.
***
When he blinks awake again the TV screen casts the only light in the room. Sadie’s now fully curled against his side and he’s mashed up against something solid and really warm.
Jared.
There are fingers softly carding through his hair and he wants to arch against them but fears any movement would break the moment. He feels the movement, feels it like an electric current moving through him.
Jensen hasn’t felt this content in weeks so he doesn’t move, just closes his eyes again and breathes. Harley snuffles right next to him and Jensen realizes that he’s not only snuggled up against Jared’s side but practically lying on top of him with his head tucked under Jared’s chin. Fingers tangled in the soft fabric of Jared’s t-shirt, one leg draped over Jared’s thigh, the other curled beneath him on the couch.
Okay, so this is new. They haven’t done that before. Heads on shoulders, arms touching, knees leaning against thighs. They did that. They fell asleep against each other several times. But they never outright snuggled up like that with at least one of them obviously conscious.
His face itches a little and Jensen frowns. Surely Jared didn’t, not while he was asleep. Right? Still, the itch is there and his nose twitches. Jensen sighs. The fingers in his hair stop for a second and then just continue their way over his skin.
It’s weirdly normal, intimate, but at the same time so very new. Jensen feels calm, like this has been a long way coming and he doesn’t know why it never happened before. He should be freaked out, should move away from Jared and find excuses. But it’s Jared keeping him there, keeping him close and Jensen just doesn’t want to move.
“No sparkles, right?” He mumbles against Jared’s skin, feels the slight shiver it causes and feels the answering one moving through his body. The low chuckle vibrates through Jared’s chest, rumbling and slow. Jensen doesn’t want to move. Ever.
“No sparkles,” Jared says, doesn’t move, never stops the sort-of petting. The chest beneath his cheek moves with every breath Jared’s takes and Jensen can hear his heartbeat, a little faster than usual, the only sign that something is going on right now.
The TV is on low, not muted, so the sounds are there, only in the background and Jensen doesn’t even try to concentrate on them.
“What are we watchin`?” He tries, not sure if it comes out coherent the way he’s still all mashed against Jared.
“Oprah.” Fingers tickle the back his neck and Jensen moves into them, too content to really think about only knowing that it feels good. It feels really good. Slight scratches follow slow strokes and Jensen sighs again. It’s kinda perfect in it’s weirdness, that neither of them moves away or says anything to acknowledge what’s going on.
“Really?” Jensen snorts, short and unattractive, it makes Jared laugh, muscles twitching under Jensen’s cheek.
“Sorry, nothing else is on. And they had something about make-up earlier.”
Of course, Jared’s always looking for new inspiration, new things to try out. He is one of the best after all, finished Art School on top of his class, got job offers left and right in a city like L.A.
Jared’s awesome and people love him, his skills, his work attitude. Jensen never really minds when Jared uses him for his ideas, it mostly turns out great even if Jensen isn’t really the kinda guy that struts around and presents himself. And that’s really what you gotta do when Jared has been working on you. Or so Chris says, and he should know, using Jared’s skills before major gigs and having known Jared for years before even thinking about introducing him to Jensen.
“You’re a great living canvas,” Jared says into the room, quiet and maybe even a little embarrassed. For what Jensen isn’t sure.
“So you keep telling me.”
Jared always says it and Jensen never really knows how to take it. He’s been called pretty all his life, beautiful sometimes as well but never with such conviction as when Jared says it. Sometimes Jensen wonders, if he’s right about Jared, if he has been reading things the wrong way.
Jared moves then, just slightly but it brings Jensen’s crotch so much closer to Jared’s hip, close and intimate. It shouldn’t be the thing that makes Jensen gasp a little, it isn’t anything but just lying this way does things to him. It’s like one second they were just cuddling and the next Jensen’s acutely aware of how close they really are.
“’S true.”
Jensen wants to answer, say something, maybe make a joke but nothing comes out when he opens his mouth. Just a small little moan because Jared’s scratching over his skin again. It feels way too good and Jensen doesn’t know what to do or how to move. He doesn’t really want to move at all. Only, his hips do, drawing even close, seeking friction.
It’s embarrassing how much Jared’s affecting him right now, how fast Jensen went from sleepy to awake and aroused.
When Jared moves again Jensen realizes that he isn’t the only one affected. And that right there makes him look up, seek out Jared’s eyes, because he just has to know that this isn’t a dream, that this is really happening right now.
“Tell me it’s okay. Jensen…”
So Jensen nods, not trusting his voice but knowing Jared gets it.
Jared’s other hand moves slow but sure, soft fingers slide over Jensen’s face before he can do or say anything. Jared’s eyes are hooded, partially hidden by lashes and floppy hair but he’s looking at Jensen anyway. It’s so very intimate that Jensen shivers again. He doesn’t move away.
“Just a little tanned base here.” Longer finger gently trace along Jensen’s cheek bone, over his nose and down the other side, never breaking contact.
“Moisturizer here. You have to watch your skin, shaving makes it rough.” The touches travel down his jaw, now shadowed with stubble again, scratching a little, followed by a soothing thumb. Jensen is transfixed, by the touches and the open look Jared’s gifting him with.
The TV light is reflected in knowing eyes and Jensen’s breath hitches, his fingers under Jared’s t-shirt now, tracing patterns of their own, slow and gentle. There is no rush, nothing frantic about it, just curiosity and the need to touch.
His hips move, leg hooked over both of Jared’s now, bringing their erections together. Just thin track pants between them. It’s hot where their bodies touch, burning Jensen up with a need he hasn’t felt in a very long time.
“Powder, just a touch, between your eyes, on your forehead.” Not only fingers now but lips as well, kissing heated skin, moving and making Jensen feel. He wants now, more than ever and just the thought he could have it makes him moan.
“A bit of kohl. Just a bit, black of course. Because your eyes alone are stunning.” Finger tips move over his lids and Jensen doesn’t remember when he closed his eyes. Jared always wants to see him in kohl and Jensen knows what he looks like with it. Wild, almost nothing like himself.
“Jared.” Jensen whispers, has to say the name and can’t stop himself from moving against the touches, against Jared’s body underneath him.
“Sssh, it’ okay. I want you, Jensen.” It’s whispered against his temple, lips brushing against skin, leaving a moist path behind.
“Why?” The word hangs in the air between them. Jensen didn’t want to ask.
“Have you met yourself? Have you looked in the mirror? God, Jen, wanted you the day Chris pushed me down into your lap and you just laughed and said Hi.” Jared says it all in a rush, like he usually does and Jensen kind of laughs at that.
“A year, Jared? Really?” And his lips are so close to Jared’s that Jensen just thinks to hell with it and moves. Not fast, slow to give Jared enough time to pull away. He doesn’t and Jensen sighs into the kiss.
Jensen takes his time exploring, wants to taste and feel, in case it’s really just a dream. Loves that Jared moans and moves up against him. They have a slow rhythm going, hands roaming, mouth meeting over and over again.
Then Jared pulls him closer, up into his lap and Jensen goes with it, spreads his legs and groans when Jared moves the sweat pants out of the way.
“Dammit, you are gorgeous all over,” Jared says against Jensen’s mouth and draws him back in again. The flush on his cheeks is more from arousal then embarrassment but Jensen feels it even hotter now.
They kiss, make out like teenagers and Jensen just lets go. He’s loud, he knows this, but Jared seems to love it, mumbles filthy compliments and then takes them both in his hand. Jensen bucks, can’t hold back and nearly bites too hard into Jared’s neck.
“Shit, Jen.” It’s a low moan and a strong hand on his back dragging him closer. He wants to crawl into Jared, wants to be just there and never leave. It feels so damn good.
Jared’s hand is stroking up and down, sure and strong, just like the one on his back. Jensen is caught between sensations, feels the scratches on his skin and the tight grip on his dick. He licks along Jared’s neck, tastes the sweat and Jared’s very own taste. It’s intoxicating, more so than anything Jensen’s ever tasted.
Gentle fingers stroke, flitter over skin and make Jensen moan, bite, suck. Then they are between his legs, teasing, making his skin burn and Jensen can’t do anything but spread them wider, wanting Jared to touch, to feel even more.
“Okay?”
“Fuck, yes.” Jensen lips are hot against Jared, not caring that the stubble burns.
Jared’s hand moves to Jensen’s mouth, he sucks in two fingers, long and eager. He sucks, lets his tongue curl around Jared and moans when Jared squeezes his cock a little too hard. It’s good though, just right. His hips move in anticipation and he needs Jared’s hand to go back to where it was before.
Jared is whispering things, moans when Jensen’s teeth grace his skin, when Jensen’s lips suck harder and his hips move faster against Jared’s hand, Jared’s own hard dick. But it’s still slow, nothing really frantic about it, like they are both savoring it all, enjoying it to the last possible moment.
Then Jared pushes in, finger sure but still so very gentle, and Jensen bites down again. They writhe and move, hump, stroke and lick. Soft bites and thorough kisses, hands holding on tight as waves surge through their bodies. Jensen is dizzy with lust, takes in ever scent, every taste and every movement and lets his mind be flooded with it all.
Jared groans, bucks up against Jensen when Jensen bears down, fingers inside of him finding just the right place to stroke and pressure. His head is buried against Jared’s neck, ear against lips still talking, mumbling, whispering. Jared’s right there with him.
It explodes out of Jensen, floods between them when Jared strokes just right inside of him, moves up against him and traps them both between their bodies. Jensen clamps down, keeps searching fingers locked inside his body and Jared almost yells, then surges up and follows Jensen over the edge.
Jensen takes a deep breath, unable to do more than sink back down against Jared, crushing him into the cushions and not moving a single inch. It feels more comfortable then it should be and Jensen feels sleep starting to claim him again.
He feels Jared shudder through the last waves, feels fingers being drawn gently from his body and himself being re-arranged, settled into a more comfortable position. There is something moving over his skin, cleaning him with so much care that Jensen has to look. He sees Jared tucking him back into his sweats, cleaning himself and doing the same. No haste, no regret.
Jensen sighs.
“You good?” There is concern, not about what they just did but about Jensen and how he feels. That’s just so Jared that Jensen draws him into a kiss again. He can do that now, is allowed to, it sends his mind reeling a little.
“Hmmm… fine,” his whispers against Jared’s lips, feels the grin starting up as Jared kisses him back.
They lay there for a while, just them, just taking it all in. The dogs are nowhere to be seen and Jensen’s really grateful for that, vows to give them an extra treat in the morning. Jared’s fingers are back in his hair and Jensen doesn’t even spend a second on wondering which hand it is, doesn’t matter anyway.
Then Jensen just has to ask.
“Really? A year?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I’m shy, you know.”
Jensen laughs, earns himself a gentle cuff against his head and then a small kiss as apology. Yeah, he thinks he can get used to this.
“But Sandy… and Gen. I thought…”
“Not to use every damn cliché out there but they are my best friends from school. You do know I’m a make-up artist, right?” Jared chuckles, plays with Jensen’s hair some more and lets his other hand rest against Jensen’s heart.
“Uh… why now?”
“Dunno. You looked so stressed and still let me talk you into being a living canvas. Then you fell asleep on me and… well you didn’t say no. So why stop once it happened? I hoped you would… you know, feel the same. Just wasn’t sure, the way you always blocked when I flirted with you.”
Jensen looks at Jared then, knows he must look stupid, all dishevelled and wide-eyed. Flirting? So that’s what all the touching and cuddling and looking had been about? Jensen thinks he really should teach Jared the difference between being himself and flirting, there isn’t much of one really.
“Flirting? You? With me?” Jensen shakes his head. “Jared? Being maybe a tad less subtle about it would have been good.”
This time Jared laughs, shrugs and kisses Jensen again. Deep and slow.
“Maybe. But I did manage in the end. And that really wasn’t all that subtle.”
“Sure wasn’t. Bed?” Jensen is about to fall asleep again, with Jared still gently petting him and them lying all warm and comfy on the couch. The bed is a better idea though, if he wants to be able to move tomorrow.
“Yours or mine?”
“Whichever is bigger.”
“I guess I win that one.” Jared grins and Jensen snorts, switches off the TV and leaves only the hallway light as a way for them to navigate. They shuffle up, never losing contact and make it through the hallway to the stairs. On the way Jensen stops in front of the hallway mirror and blinks.
His hair is up in spikes the way he never manages when he wants them to be this way. His eyes are lined with deep black kohl and his lips are red and swollen from Jared’s kisses. He looks debauched, like a sin.
He looks hot.
“Yes, you do,” Jared whispers against his neck and Jensen finds himself pulled against a strong chest. They look at their reflections and Jensen smiles. They look great likes this, like they fit, belong in a very obvious way. Why he hasn’t seen it before is something he’ll probably never understand.
“So I’ve been pining and beating myself up over you for a year now? Dude, you have to make that up to me. Like a lot.” Jensen grins at Jared’s gape in the mirror and turns to place a kiss on his open mouth and then continues to lead them both up the stairs.
“Me? Why me? You never said anything either. It’s not entirely my fault,” Jared protests but Jensen can hear the underlying interest in his voice, grins and pushes Jared down on the bed once they are in the room.
“Let’s make a deal. We’ll make it up to each other. What’ya say?”
Jensen takes the grin and Jared’s mouth on his a second later as a resounding yes.
Authorthe_milky_way
Character(s)/Pairing: Jensen Ackles (Jared/Jensen)
Theme: Jensen Ackles: In a world of dreams I'm a frequent flyer
Prompt(s): 08. Touch
Words: 5.500
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Many thanks to kskitten
Disclaimer: This is not true. It never happened and I don't own anything.
Summary: Harley’s tongue is in his ear when Jared tumbles into the hallway and Jensen barks out a laugh at the sight of him. There is something white and creamy on Jared’s face, hair held back by shiny pink hair bands and Jared’s only wearing track pants. No one can blame Jensen when he stares for a second or two.
Notes:
This was written for matalinolukaret's birthday. She gave me the prompt Jensen's a 9 to 5 guy, a regular guy. But he never says no when his professional make up artist boyfriend/roommate Jared needs a human canvas to experiment on.. Well, I hope it comes close to what you wanted. :)
The dogs almost bowl him over when Jensen barely has the door open. He hears Jared yelling and feels himself smiling at the usual chaos that greets him. It’s been a long day - like usually these past few months. The promotion was supposed to make his life easier, now Jensen isn’t so sure about that anymore.
He’s tired, a little dizzy from it actually and just wants to make a quick salad and then sink down onto the couch and watch a game or something. Jensen sighs, feels old beyond his years and starts petting the dogs. Yeah, an evening at home sounds really good.
Harley’s tongue is in his ear when Jared tumbles into the hallway and Jensen barks out a laugh at the sight of him. There is something white and creamy on Jared’s face, hair held back by shiny pink hair bands and Jared’s only wearing track pants. No one can blame Jensen when he stares for a second or two.
“What?” Jared pouts and drags Harley off of Jensen. The pout moves the mass on Jared’s skin and makes him look like a demented clown. Jensen cringes, clowns aren’t really his favorite persons.
“Just… what exactly are you doing?” Jensen gestures towards Jared’s face. Then gets up from his crouch, pats Sadie again and stows his shoes and laptop away on the way to the kitchen. He needs his afternoon coffee, having had no time at the office and maybe it’s too late now but he wants one anyway. Jared’s right behind him, as are the dogs.
“Trying out some new facial masks we got in today. Can’t have clients wearing them without knowing how they feel and what they do. Harley thinks they taste good. At least something. My face feels like it’s in a vice, all tight and not at all fresh. But who knows maybe it’s supposed to be like this. Face-lifting and all…” Jared’s hands are flailing, like they usually do when he tries not to be too excited about things.
“That’s not all that reassuring, Jay.”
It’s been a while since Jensen could suppress the automatic smile that always creeps up when Jared is like this. Danni mocks him about it mercilessly, well all of his friends do, but Danni is the only one who knows that he’s kind of totally gone for his roommate and so very lost on how or what to do about it.
The thing is, Jared’s as straight as they come. Had two girlfriends over the last year and never even mentioned that he might have experimented in college or something. And yes, Jared’s a professional make-up artists and wears a lot of pink, but he sure as hell isn’t a cliché.
There already is coffee in the pot and Jensen takes his time savoring it, all the while aware that Jared’s just hovering at his side as if he’s waiting for something. Jensen takes a look around and almost chokes on his coffee.
The kitchen is spotless, Jared just shrugs.
“Had to be done and I was home. The kids helped,” he grins. There is something in his voice that tells Jensen Jared did it all for very selfish reasons. He just has to figure now what those are. Jensen decides not to ask, he’s too tired for that.
“Really? Let me guess, you dropped the crème fraiche and they cleaned the floor with their tongues?” The brand-new container of the dairy product Jensen bought yesterday is missing from the fridge. There goes his plan for tuna salad for dinner.
Jared actually has the decency to look guilty, a little at least, until Sadie noses against his hand and Jared is all smiles again. There has never been a moment where Jensen could stay annoyed at either Jared or the dogs. Never. And he’s never been mad or angry in all the time they’ve been living together. Granted, it’s only been a year but that’s sort of an accomplishment Jensen’s pretty proud of.
He’s so not thinking about those years living with Matt, Chad and Chris. Okay, it was college, then two years of settling into working life and really, his life was definitely less serious back then. But Jensen honestly thinks that moving in with Jared had been the best idea he’s ever had.
“I’ll go and get you another one, have to take the dogs out tonight anyway. That okay or do you need it now?”
Best idea ever. Jensen just knows it.
“It’s okay, Jay. I’ll just make the lemon chicken you are so obsessed about. That was your real plan, wasn’t it?” Jensen grins at the wide-eyed look of fake innocence on Jared’s face - slightly obscured by the drying out facial mask there. There is a reason why Jared chose to work behind the scenes and not in front of a camera.
“You found me out. I totally just wanted you to stand in the kitchen after a hard day at work. You are the perfect house-wife, Jen. I knew it,” Jared tries to keep his face blank and Jensen knows that it’s a matter of impossibility. A second later there is a giant grin and Jensen shakes his head.
“Fuck off, you are the one at home and cleaning obsessively.” There should have been a better come back but Jensen is way too tired and, as usual, is kind of still stuck on the grin and dimples.
Sometimes, it’s like Jared knows which effect those dimples have on Jensen and uses them to his advantage. Jensen wants to complain about it, how unfair it is, especially combined with the pout and puppy dog eyes but he always remembers how he never wants to give Jared that kind of satisfaction.
“Let me get changed and then I’ll start dinner, okay?”
Jensen is halfway up the stairs to his room when Jared just pulls him back and into one of his bear hugs.
“Hmpf,” Jensen splutters into Jared’s t-shirt and tries to stay upright without much flailing.
“Sorry. Just… thank you,” Jared says quiet and somewhat subdued. It has Jensen on the edge and close to worrying, because Jared? Doesn’t do quiet and subdued.
“Jay?”
“Oh, stop worrying, Jen. ‘M fine. Know you had a long day and I really didn’t want to make you cook. Just thanks, for being awesome and all.” Jared smiles down at him when Jensen lifts his head. Hazel eyes are bright and clear but there’s something Jared isn’t saying.
Jared lets go as suddenly as he pulled Jensen close and Jensen has a hard time staying upright and on his feet, again. Sadie wriggling between them isn’t really helping either. Jared’s hands on his biceps do the trick in the end.
They are standing close for a second, very close.
Nothing really matters just then. And Jensen’s too caught up in Jared’s eyes, actually squeaks when Harley licks his hand. Then he blushes, cringes and turns to finally head up the stairs. Jared’s chuckles follow him and Jensen wants to scowl, does actually but is very much aware that Jared can’t see him. Sadie’s not leaving his side and Jensen is a little grateful for it anmd feels pathetic for having to lean against her with his legs feeling wobbly and all.
“Ten minutes, Jay.”
“You don’t hav’ta.” Jared says, just a step behind him and it startles Jensen all over again. He’s not sure why Jared’s there, what he’s doing upstairs.
“I know. But it helps me relax. Need to not think about the office for a while.” Work’s been a bad place lately. They let people off and crammed all the work onto just a few pairs of shoulders. One of those being Jensen’s. He’s not a partner yet, so there is no way to say anything, not when he doesn’t want to lose his job.
“That bad?” Jared has the door to his studio open already and Jensen just wants to walk in with him and lie down on the make-up chair, which is surprisingly, forbiddingly comfortable. Jensen, always, really always, falls asleep in it. Just for a second he wishes Jared had something new to test.
“’S fine. A lot to do. Let me get changed and I’ll call down when dinner’s ready.”
“You really…” Jared starts again.
“I want to. Stop it, Jared. It’s okay. I like cooking.”
“You do.” The smile is audible and Jensen smiles as well, then closes his door and sacks against it.
It’s the same every day. Jensen leaves to Jared’s smile after breakfast, comes home to Jared’s smile at the door and goes to bed remembering Jared’s smile when he said good night. It’s not healthy but sometime during the last year Jensen got used to having Jared’s smile being the one thing he looks forward to seeing each day. Not to mention the guy attached to it.
Jensen is tired, exhausted and way beyond caring if he slips up tonight or not. It’ll happen one day anyway.
The sight of his rumpled bed, no time this morning to straighten it, makes him groan. He could just flop down and stay there, not get up or move at all for the rest of the evening. Jared will find him eventually. But he promised Jared, so he won’t.
***
The lemon chicken is almost done when Jared sidles up next to Jensen. He always does that, wanting to know how Jensen does things and if he could help. Well, letting Jared help was a one time experience and Jensen isn’t too keen on a repeat performance, so he lets Jared watch and comment.
Today, though, Jared’s quiet and it underlines the feeling Jensen’s had since he came home. He doesn’t say anything though, just keeps on turning the chicken in the lemon sauce and watches it bubble for a while. The rice is already in the bowl and being kept warm in the oven.
Jensen smirks as Jared starts to fidget next to him, can’t ever stay still for long and Jensen only has to wait him out. It takes him barely five minutes to crack and he harrumphs at Jensen’s grin. Jared’s got a t-shirt on now and Jensen, for a nano-second, regrets it. But then the muscles visible under the very tight shirt are still very much a distraction. Jensen has to look elsewhere.
The second he looks up his jaw drops as well as the fork in his hand.
“Holy mother of… Jared,” Jensen isn’t proud of yet another squeak but he can’t hold it back at the sight of Jared.
“What? What is it?” And Jared actually looks panicked now, confused as well, it makes Jensen blink for a minute before he just cracks up. He laughs so hard that he can’t really see Jared through the tears anymore.
“What? Jensen, come on… What?” Jared sounds pleading which sets Jensen off again. It takes him a while to calm down enough to speak again. Jared looks murderous. Any other day it would actually scare Jensen - because Jared can be a scary fucker when he wants to - if it wasn’t for the…
“Sparkles on your skin, dude. You sparkle,” Jensen snorts, giggles even and has to look away when Jared sprints out of the kitchen.
The shout that follows a second later has Jensen clinging to the kitchen counter, laughing hysterically all over again.
“Fuck. Fuck…. Not funny, Jensen. So not funny. How am I supposed to go to work tomorrow?” Jared’s flailing all over the place when he comes back into the kitchen, whipping furiously at his skin with lotion-soaked pads. Jensen’s snort has him scowling even more fiercely.
Yeah, so not funny, only that it is.
Well, at least the pink headbands are gone and Jared’s hair’s back to his floppy normalness.
When dinner is ready, Jensen sits Jared down at the table and serves, pats him on the head and tries not to crack up all over again.
“Sparkles, man,” Jared sighs, looks forlorn and all about five, floppy hair in his eyes and lip quivering a little. There’s a faint blush on his cheek that Jensen absolutely does not find adorable if asked. “What the fuck?”
“Jared, I’m sure you can get if off with enough lotion and water. Let’s eat before it gets cold… Mr. Cullen.”
“Nice, Jen.” Jared pouts again.
“Couldn’t resist.”
Dinner’s quiet but then it usually is. Jared talks about the new line of products he got this morning, asks Jensen about work and tells him he works too much. The usual. It’s nice though, just them, no rush to get out and meet the boys. A quiet evening in despite it being Friday.
“You wanna go out tonight?” Jared’s trying to scrub sparkles off his hands and isn’t really looking at Jensen but he sounds interested anyway.
“Hell no. I’m dead. I feel like 60 or something. Just want to relax and do nothing.”
“Awesome.”
And that right there, the voice and the grin Jared can’t hide, that doesn’t mean anything good for Jensen or Jensen’s skin.
“No.”
“Please, Jensen? I know you are tired. It will be relaxing, I promise. And no sparkles, really.” Jared’s using the puppy dog eyes and Jensen can’t look away. That’s really not fair. He sighs, sees Jared light up and knows he’s a hopeless case.
Well, and Jensen is a masochist and loves to torture himself, at least when it comes to Jared and Jared’s hands on his skin. Jared touching him must be one of the best turn-ons he knows. So yeah, totally gone. If only he could fight it.
“Absolutely, under no circumstances, will you use anything with sparkles on me. Tell me you didn’t know what’s in there and we are done here. No sparkles. At all. I have a presentation tomorrow. And why the hell aren’t you using Misha for this anyway?”
Jared’s grinning like mad now, satisfied that he got Jensen to cave all over again. Jensen wants to wipe the smug look off of Jared’s face but can’t think of a way to accomplish that.
“Admit it, I’m just your second choice.”
“Never. Dude, you’d always be my first choice if you weren’t so busy at work and less of a pussy,” Jared retorts, smirk still firmly in place. Jared takes their plates to the sink and then drags Jensen over to their really awesome and comfy couch in the living room. Harley’s sleeping on the other end while Sadie prefers the rug under the coffee table.
Jensen sighs as he lets himself sink into the cushions, closes his eyes and just refuses to think anymore.
“Misha’s still mad at your for the green stuff that wouldn’t get off, huh?”
Jensen knows Jared too well now. One year and he knows Jared better than he knew Chris after ten. It’s scary sometimes, how much he lets himself trust Jared and he’s aware that it’s a two-way thing.
“Uh… well, maybe. Yeah. But you’re still my first choice, Jen.”
Jensen snorts, shakes his head and tilts it so that he can look at Jared who’s standing right behind him.
“Sure, Jay. Whatever you say.” Jensen offers him a tired smile, one that he knows will show how exhausted he really is. Jared’s eyes soften, an answering smile on his lips.
“Just let me get my things. You look beat, so… just sit tight and I’ll be right there.”
Jared’s almost skidding down the hallway towards the stairs, Jensen’s eyes following him lazily, he could fall asleep like that.
Then Jared stops at the bottom of the steps and turns. There is something in his look Jensen can’t pinpoint.
“Thank you.”
Jensen nods, not sure what Jared is saying and why but feels good about it anyway. He should feel nervous considering the fact that he always has a hard time not jumping Jared when his roommate is in his professional mode.
Every time, Jensen has to fight an almost painful hard-on. Sucks, that his body knows what it wants even though his mind keeps on telling it ‘no’. Jensen’s body is traitorous and very much acting independently when Jared’s perched over Jensen, stroking and petting him to his heart’s desire. Jensen has given up blaming it, his mind savors those moments, too, after all.
Today, Jensen is too tired to care about that. Too tired to freak out and think of any excuse to get out of the situation. Today, Jensen just sits there waiting, eyes closed, Sadie’s snout on his foot, her body over his other and her heartbeat slowly drumming him to sleep.
***
When he blinks awake again the TV screen casts the only light in the room. Sadie’s now fully curled against his side and he’s mashed up against something solid and really warm.
Jared.
There are fingers softly carding through his hair and he wants to arch against them but fears any movement would break the moment. He feels the movement, feels it like an electric current moving through him.
Jensen hasn’t felt this content in weeks so he doesn’t move, just closes his eyes again and breathes. Harley snuffles right next to him and Jensen realizes that he’s not only snuggled up against Jared’s side but practically lying on top of him with his head tucked under Jared’s chin. Fingers tangled in the soft fabric of Jared’s t-shirt, one leg draped over Jared’s thigh, the other curled beneath him on the couch.
Okay, so this is new. They haven’t done that before. Heads on shoulders, arms touching, knees leaning against thighs. They did that. They fell asleep against each other several times. But they never outright snuggled up like that with at least one of them obviously conscious.
His face itches a little and Jensen frowns. Surely Jared didn’t, not while he was asleep. Right? Still, the itch is there and his nose twitches. Jensen sighs. The fingers in his hair stop for a second and then just continue their way over his skin.
It’s weirdly normal, intimate, but at the same time so very new. Jensen feels calm, like this has been a long way coming and he doesn’t know why it never happened before. He should be freaked out, should move away from Jared and find excuses. But it’s Jared keeping him there, keeping him close and Jensen just doesn’t want to move.
“No sparkles, right?” He mumbles against Jared’s skin, feels the slight shiver it causes and feels the answering one moving through his body. The low chuckle vibrates through Jared’s chest, rumbling and slow. Jensen doesn’t want to move. Ever.
“No sparkles,” Jared says, doesn’t move, never stops the sort-of petting. The chest beneath his cheek moves with every breath Jared’s takes and Jensen can hear his heartbeat, a little faster than usual, the only sign that something is going on right now.
The TV is on low, not muted, so the sounds are there, only in the background and Jensen doesn’t even try to concentrate on them.
“What are we watchin`?” He tries, not sure if it comes out coherent the way he’s still all mashed against Jared.
“Oprah.” Fingers tickle the back his neck and Jensen moves into them, too content to really think about only knowing that it feels good. It feels really good. Slight scratches follow slow strokes and Jensen sighs again. It’s kinda perfect in it’s weirdness, that neither of them moves away or says anything to acknowledge what’s going on.
“Really?” Jensen snorts, short and unattractive, it makes Jared laugh, muscles twitching under Jensen’s cheek.
“Sorry, nothing else is on. And they had something about make-up earlier.”
Of course, Jared’s always looking for new inspiration, new things to try out. He is one of the best after all, finished Art School on top of his class, got job offers left and right in a city like L.A.
Jared’s awesome and people love him, his skills, his work attitude. Jensen never really minds when Jared uses him for his ideas, it mostly turns out great even if Jensen isn’t really the kinda guy that struts around and presents himself. And that’s really what you gotta do when Jared has been working on you. Or so Chris says, and he should know, using Jared’s skills before major gigs and having known Jared for years before even thinking about introducing him to Jensen.
“You’re a great living canvas,” Jared says into the room, quiet and maybe even a little embarrassed. For what Jensen isn’t sure.
“So you keep telling me.”
Jared always says it and Jensen never really knows how to take it. He’s been called pretty all his life, beautiful sometimes as well but never with such conviction as when Jared says it. Sometimes Jensen wonders, if he’s right about Jared, if he has been reading things the wrong way.
Jared moves then, just slightly but it brings Jensen’s crotch so much closer to Jared’s hip, close and intimate. It shouldn’t be the thing that makes Jensen gasp a little, it isn’t anything but just lying this way does things to him. It’s like one second they were just cuddling and the next Jensen’s acutely aware of how close they really are.
“’S true.”
Jensen wants to answer, say something, maybe make a joke but nothing comes out when he opens his mouth. Just a small little moan because Jared’s scratching over his skin again. It feels way too good and Jensen doesn’t know what to do or how to move. He doesn’t really want to move at all. Only, his hips do, drawing even close, seeking friction.
It’s embarrassing how much Jared’s affecting him right now, how fast Jensen went from sleepy to awake and aroused.
When Jared moves again Jensen realizes that he isn’t the only one affected. And that right there makes him look up, seek out Jared’s eyes, because he just has to know that this isn’t a dream, that this is really happening right now.
“Tell me it’s okay. Jensen…”
So Jensen nods, not trusting his voice but knowing Jared gets it.
Jared’s other hand moves slow but sure, soft fingers slide over Jensen’s face before he can do or say anything. Jared’s eyes are hooded, partially hidden by lashes and floppy hair but he’s looking at Jensen anyway. It’s so very intimate that Jensen shivers again. He doesn’t move away.
“Just a little tanned base here.” Longer finger gently trace along Jensen’s cheek bone, over his nose and down the other side, never breaking contact.
“Moisturizer here. You have to watch your skin, shaving makes it rough.” The touches travel down his jaw, now shadowed with stubble again, scratching a little, followed by a soothing thumb. Jensen is transfixed, by the touches and the open look Jared’s gifting him with.
The TV light is reflected in knowing eyes and Jensen’s breath hitches, his fingers under Jared’s t-shirt now, tracing patterns of their own, slow and gentle. There is no rush, nothing frantic about it, just curiosity and the need to touch.
His hips move, leg hooked over both of Jared’s now, bringing their erections together. Just thin track pants between them. It’s hot where their bodies touch, burning Jensen up with a need he hasn’t felt in a very long time.
“Powder, just a touch, between your eyes, on your forehead.” Not only fingers now but lips as well, kissing heated skin, moving and making Jensen feel. He wants now, more than ever and just the thought he could have it makes him moan.
“A bit of kohl. Just a bit, black of course. Because your eyes alone are stunning.” Finger tips move over his lids and Jensen doesn’t remember when he closed his eyes. Jared always wants to see him in kohl and Jensen knows what he looks like with it. Wild, almost nothing like himself.
“Jared.” Jensen whispers, has to say the name and can’t stop himself from moving against the touches, against Jared’s body underneath him.
“Sssh, it’ okay. I want you, Jensen.” It’s whispered against his temple, lips brushing against skin, leaving a moist path behind.
“Why?” The word hangs in the air between them. Jensen didn’t want to ask.
“Have you met yourself? Have you looked in the mirror? God, Jen, wanted you the day Chris pushed me down into your lap and you just laughed and said Hi.” Jared says it all in a rush, like he usually does and Jensen kind of laughs at that.
“A year, Jared? Really?” And his lips are so close to Jared’s that Jensen just thinks to hell with it and moves. Not fast, slow to give Jared enough time to pull away. He doesn’t and Jensen sighs into the kiss.
Jensen takes his time exploring, wants to taste and feel, in case it’s really just a dream. Loves that Jared moans and moves up against him. They have a slow rhythm going, hands roaming, mouth meeting over and over again.
Then Jared pulls him closer, up into his lap and Jensen goes with it, spreads his legs and groans when Jared moves the sweat pants out of the way.
“Dammit, you are gorgeous all over,” Jared says against Jensen’s mouth and draws him back in again. The flush on his cheeks is more from arousal then embarrassment but Jensen feels it even hotter now.
They kiss, make out like teenagers and Jensen just lets go. He’s loud, he knows this, but Jared seems to love it, mumbles filthy compliments and then takes them both in his hand. Jensen bucks, can’t hold back and nearly bites too hard into Jared’s neck.
“Shit, Jen.” It’s a low moan and a strong hand on his back dragging him closer. He wants to crawl into Jared, wants to be just there and never leave. It feels so damn good.
Jared’s hand is stroking up and down, sure and strong, just like the one on his back. Jensen is caught between sensations, feels the scratches on his skin and the tight grip on his dick. He licks along Jared’s neck, tastes the sweat and Jared’s very own taste. It’s intoxicating, more so than anything Jensen’s ever tasted.
Gentle fingers stroke, flitter over skin and make Jensen moan, bite, suck. Then they are between his legs, teasing, making his skin burn and Jensen can’t do anything but spread them wider, wanting Jared to touch, to feel even more.
“Okay?”
“Fuck, yes.” Jensen lips are hot against Jared, not caring that the stubble burns.
Jared’s hand moves to Jensen’s mouth, he sucks in two fingers, long and eager. He sucks, lets his tongue curl around Jared and moans when Jared squeezes his cock a little too hard. It’s good though, just right. His hips move in anticipation and he needs Jared’s hand to go back to where it was before.
Jared is whispering things, moans when Jensen’s teeth grace his skin, when Jensen’s lips suck harder and his hips move faster against Jared’s hand, Jared’s own hard dick. But it’s still slow, nothing really frantic about it, like they are both savoring it all, enjoying it to the last possible moment.
Then Jared pushes in, finger sure but still so very gentle, and Jensen bites down again. They writhe and move, hump, stroke and lick. Soft bites and thorough kisses, hands holding on tight as waves surge through their bodies. Jensen is dizzy with lust, takes in ever scent, every taste and every movement and lets his mind be flooded with it all.
Jared groans, bucks up against Jensen when Jensen bears down, fingers inside of him finding just the right place to stroke and pressure. His head is buried against Jared’s neck, ear against lips still talking, mumbling, whispering. Jared’s right there with him.
It explodes out of Jensen, floods between them when Jared strokes just right inside of him, moves up against him and traps them both between their bodies. Jensen clamps down, keeps searching fingers locked inside his body and Jared almost yells, then surges up and follows Jensen over the edge.
Jensen takes a deep breath, unable to do more than sink back down against Jared, crushing him into the cushions and not moving a single inch. It feels more comfortable then it should be and Jensen feels sleep starting to claim him again.
He feels Jared shudder through the last waves, feels fingers being drawn gently from his body and himself being re-arranged, settled into a more comfortable position. There is something moving over his skin, cleaning him with so much care that Jensen has to look. He sees Jared tucking him back into his sweats, cleaning himself and doing the same. No haste, no regret.
Jensen sighs.
“You good?” There is concern, not about what they just did but about Jensen and how he feels. That’s just so Jared that Jensen draws him into a kiss again. He can do that now, is allowed to, it sends his mind reeling a little.
“Hmmm… fine,” his whispers against Jared’s lips, feels the grin starting up as Jared kisses him back.
They lay there for a while, just them, just taking it all in. The dogs are nowhere to be seen and Jensen’s really grateful for that, vows to give them an extra treat in the morning. Jared’s fingers are back in his hair and Jensen doesn’t even spend a second on wondering which hand it is, doesn’t matter anyway.
Then Jensen just has to ask.
“Really? A year?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I’m shy, you know.”
Jensen laughs, earns himself a gentle cuff against his head and then a small kiss as apology. Yeah, he thinks he can get used to this.
“But Sandy… and Gen. I thought…”
“Not to use every damn cliché out there but they are my best friends from school. You do know I’m a make-up artist, right?” Jared chuckles, plays with Jensen’s hair some more and lets his other hand rest against Jensen’s heart.
“Uh… why now?”
“Dunno. You looked so stressed and still let me talk you into being a living canvas. Then you fell asleep on me and… well you didn’t say no. So why stop once it happened? I hoped you would… you know, feel the same. Just wasn’t sure, the way you always blocked when I flirted with you.”
Jensen looks at Jared then, knows he must look stupid, all dishevelled and wide-eyed. Flirting? So that’s what all the touching and cuddling and looking had been about? Jensen thinks he really should teach Jared the difference between being himself and flirting, there isn’t much of one really.
“Flirting? You? With me?” Jensen shakes his head. “Jared? Being maybe a tad less subtle about it would have been good.”
This time Jared laughs, shrugs and kisses Jensen again. Deep and slow.
“Maybe. But I did manage in the end. And that really wasn’t all that subtle.”
“Sure wasn’t. Bed?” Jensen is about to fall asleep again, with Jared still gently petting him and them lying all warm and comfy on the couch. The bed is a better idea though, if he wants to be able to move tomorrow.
“Yours or mine?”
“Whichever is bigger.”
“I guess I win that one.” Jared grins and Jensen snorts, switches off the TV and leaves only the hallway light as a way for them to navigate. They shuffle up, never losing contact and make it through the hallway to the stairs. On the way Jensen stops in front of the hallway mirror and blinks.
His hair is up in spikes the way he never manages when he wants them to be this way. His eyes are lined with deep black kohl and his lips are red and swollen from Jared’s kisses. He looks debauched, like a sin.
He looks hot.
“Yes, you do,” Jared whispers against his neck and Jensen finds himself pulled against a strong chest. They look at their reflections and Jensen smiles. They look great likes this, like they fit, belong in a very obvious way. Why he hasn’t seen it before is something he’ll probably never understand.
“So I’ve been pining and beating myself up over you for a year now? Dude, you have to make that up to me. Like a lot.” Jensen grins at Jared’s gape in the mirror and turns to place a kiss on his open mouth and then continues to lead them both up the stairs.
“Me? Why me? You never said anything either. It’s not entirely my fault,” Jared protests but Jensen can hear the underlying interest in his voice, grins and pushes Jared down on the bed once they are in the room.
“Let’s make a deal. We’ll make it up to each other. What’ya say?”
Jensen takes the grin and Jared’s mouth on his a second later as a resounding yes.