Real Person Fic - CW: The Eagle Has Landed

[cherie_morte]

Title: The Eagle Has Landed
Fandom: Real Person Fic: CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexual content
Word Count: 4,822
Author’s Note: Written for salt_burn_porn where I was tagged by tfw_ftw with the prompt: how much is that doggie in the window? I don't know anything about how undercover police work actually goes and my five minute attempt at googling to find out if this was realistic was a bust, so I am drawing from TV and movies, which means probably everything is wrong. But on the real, this is PWP and I've got four hours, so I was like, "Fuck it." Not beta'd; read at your own risk.
Summary: AU: Jensen is a cop collecting information from an undercover detective. Only problem is, his informant is a little bit distracting.

"How much is that doggie in the window?"

Jensen nearly jumps when he hears the line, but he manages to keep himself in check. There's someone standing on his left now, he can see the outline of their body just out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn't turn to look, and he keeps his tone bored and even as he replies, "Depends how much they charge per pound of fur."

The guy passes behind him, heading away from the pet shop they were scheduled to meet in front of and around the corner. Jensen doesn't know this mall, which is part of why it was chosen-well out of either of their bounds, not a place they're likely to be recognized-but he did a little scooping out earlier in the week. He knows there's a set of bathrooms around this corner, and further down the hall a loading dock that's off-limits to anyone who doesn’t work here. That's where they'll be leaving from, assuming there's someone to let them through and a car waiting as planned.

He stares down at his watch for another two and a half minutes, then gives the Beagles he's been staring at while he waited one last wave before following the detective's trail.

They meet again just outside of the loading dock, where Jensen's contact is leaning by the door waiting. He gets a chance to look at the guy now, and-well. He's not exactly the pudgy, balding middle-aged cop Jensen was expecting. The detective is tall, taller than Jensen even, and built like a mountain. Misha might have had some logic (for once) in coming up with this guy's codename; he can definitely pass for a titan.

"Prometheus?" he asks, looking up and down and back up the detective's long, built frame. Jensen's probably not being all that subtle in giving the guy a once-over, but if he's lucky it'll pass for wary police work instead of blatant objectification.

The detective gives the barest hint of a nod. "You the Eagle?"

Jensen ducks his head, not able to completely suppress his chuckle. This is so damn surreal, and Misha's nerdy references aren't making it easy to take as seriously as he knows the situation merits. "I guess I am, yeah."

Prometheus stands up straight and inclines his head toward the door. He grabs the handle and opens it, waiting for Jensen to exit in front of him before passing through himself. So the guy's been living with drug dealers for months, but it doesn't look like he's lost his manners.

They don't talk again until they're approaching the car, when Jensen reaches into his back pocket for the car keys and gets another idea instead. He's got cuffs and his gun tucked under his jacket-just in case something went off-and he decides that in the unlikely case someone is watching, they shouldn't look like they're getting comfy. So Jensen takes the cuffs out and moves as quick as he can, clasping one of the detective's hands before the guy even knows what's up, then using the surprise to bring his arms around his back and catching the second.

"Oh, you have to be kidding me," the guy snaps, struggling against Jensen's hold, which is a good show as long as he doesn't say anything stupid.

Prometheus is quick on the uptake, and by the time Jensen turns him around and opens the back of the car, he's got a hateful look on his face. He spits, just missing Jensen, and mutters, "Fuckin' pig."

"Shut it," Jensen replies, reaching up to cup the detective's head as he forces him down and shoves him into the car.

Jensen comes around and gets into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut and checking all sides before backing out. There's no one visible from what he can tell, which doesn't mean no one is watching, but it's a good start, at least.

"All this really necessary?" the guy in the back asks after a few minutes. Jensen can hear the metal jiggling as he moves around, trying to find a comfortable way to sit.

He glances up into the rearview and sees a pair of hazel eyes fixed on him. "Sorry, man. Figured if anyone was watching-"

"No, I get it. Good thinking, actually. I'm not trying to get figured out." Prometheus lets out a muted laugh, and Jensen catches a flash of dimples when he leans back, his mouth coming into view in the mirror. "Pretty sure I'll be dead inside a day if I get figured out. But, uh. These things are kind of chafing my wrists."

Eyes on the road, Jensen reminds himself, because watching those pretty pink lips is really not giving him thoughts about driving.

He coughs, clearing his throat and hoping it'll clear his mind a little, too. "I'll take them off when we get to the hotel room."

He hears a sigh from the backseat, but eventually the detective stops moving so much and slumps back. Jensen drives in circles for a bit, just to be sure they don't have a tail, before heading to their destination, and the silence is starting to get to him when Prometheus sits up.

"So, you got a real name then, Officer Eagle?"

Jensen cocks an eyebrow and looks back for just long enough to let Prometheus see his expression. "Isn't the whole point of codenames that we're not supposed to identify each other?"

"In public," the detective replies. Then, "I'm Jared."

"Dammit," Jensen says. "I'm not supposed to know that!"

Jared laughs. "So rule-abiding. I like that in a cop."

The conversation turns quiet again, and soon they're pulling up to the rear entrance of the hotel. He lets Jared out, keeping a hand low on his back as he guides him up and into the building, keeping up the act until they're heading up the service elevator and into the room the department booked for this.

Jared immediately takes his phone out once Jensen uncuffs him, tossing the handcuffs onto one of the beds. He hangs back, watching as Jared does his thing, because this is his first time undercover, and he frankly has no idea what to expect.

Luckily, Jared seems to have enough experience for both of them. He dials a number, then covers the mouthpiece as he waits for the call to go through. "Just checking in, letting Misha know we've gotten this far without any problems."

Jensen nods awkwardly; that sounds good to him, but he can't help feeling like Jared's only explaining because Jensen looks as clueless as he feels.

Jensen hears Misha's familiar gravelly voice on the other line when Jared sets the phone to speaker and places it in on the chest of drawers in front of him. "This is Mount Olympus, Zeus speaking."

"Oh, you did not make yourself Zeus," Jared replies, rolling his eyes for Jensen to see, which makes Jensen smirk almost against his own will.

"Who is this? Is this a wrong number?"

Jared leans in. "C'mon, man. You know who this is. We've been friends since middle school."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, which Jensen knows to take as a sign that Misha's not going any further unless Jared plays along with him. Apparently, Jared knows this too. "Alright, alright. Zeus, this is Prometheus. We've reached-"

"No, no, no," Misha replies. "Try again."

"Please don't make me say it," Jared shoots back.

"Oh, Prometheus. You were ever disobedient," Misha tells him despondently.

"Fine." Jared looks up at Jensen and then away quickly, his cheeks flushing a light shade of red. "The eagle has landed."

Jensen hears Misha cracking up on the other end of the line, and Jared makes a sour face. "Just-write it down!"

Jared hangs up as Misha's confirming the call and he doesn't look at Jensen until the blush has started to subside. "He thinks he's really funny."

"Oh, I know," Jensen answers, giving Jared a hint of a smile. "Torments me on the daily."

"At least you don't have to do the code phrase song and dance. I swear, half the things I do, we don't even need code names for. I think he just likes making wacky shit up more than his actual job."

Jensen lifts an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. "You're saying this to the Eagle. You got someone cool."

"Right, but this is a regular thing for me."

Jared makes a face then, like he realizes that Jensen feels a little awkward, and Jensen tries to dismiss it. "That obvious I'm new to this?"

"Sorry, that came out wrong." He licks his lips, then hazards, "But this is your first undercover contact, isn't it?"

Jensen nods. "I screw up or something?"

"No, no," Jared insists. "Actually that thing with the handcuffs was a nice touch."

"Thanks," Jensen says, ducking his head. "I guess it was a little drama nerd, but a few years on the force and you come out pretty paranoid."

"I know it," Jared agrees. "You didn't do anything wrong. But you aren't one of my regular contacts, and you clearly aren't used to this. I think…you seem a little uncomfortable is all."

Jensen nods, moving into the room and taking a seat at the edge of the bed. A part of him can't help feeling like maybe sharing and caring isn't supposed to be a part of this, but he can't imagine doing what Jared's doing-not just for how scary it is, but how lonely. Guy must be dying for someone to talk to that isn't a damn criminal.

"Must be hard, going this deep undercover. I can't imagine doing it. So, yeah, maybe I'm a little uncomfortable." He lets out a self-deprecating laugh and ducks his head. "That must sound really stupid to you, but I guess it's just not the kind of police work I'm cut out for. Not even sure how I got this assignment, to be honest."

"Misha put you on this?" Jensen nods, and Jared gives him a weird smile. "I'm pretty sure I know why."

"Oh?"

Jared licks his lips. "He, uh. He means well. But he's a meddler. He meddles in things."

"So what's he meddling in now?"

"I think he was trying to set us up, to be honest. Like, on a date."

Jensen feels his eyes widening, and Jared laughs. "Yeah, sorry. Not trying to make you uncomfortable or anything. But you've probably realized that you're insanely good looking, and I know how his mind works."

He decides to let the compliment slip, though he knows from the way his ears are burning that he's probably the one blushing now. Jensen sits forward, leaning closer to where Jared's standing, and says seriously, "Do you mean to tell me that his mind actually has some kind of discernable pattern?"

Jared cracks up at that, his head falling back and his whole body shaking with it. Between the big white teeth and the dimples, his smile lights up the dumpy hotel room, and Jensen can't help thinking of the things he'd like to do to that long, bare throat.

God only knows how long he stares before Jared brings him back to reality. "So I guess we should do our jobs then, huh?"

He looks kind of bummed about it, and Jensen knows the feeling. He's not an impulsive guy, not usually, knows that acting without thinking has gotten a lot of cops better than him shot down or worse. But there was a light in Jared's eyes for a few seconds, and maybe he doesn't know the guy all that well, but he can imagine it's been a while since he had a good few minutes.

So he decides to hell with it, stands up, and crosses the room to where Jared's standing. Not like anyone's gonna care what else happened here, as long as Jensen comes out with the intel he came for and Jared comes out safe without his identity being compromised. He bunches his hands in Jared's jacket and pushes Jared back a few steps, into the wall.

"We're definitely gonna fuck first though, right?"

Jared looks shocked for all of half a second before he's on board, nodding and letting out a breathy, "Uh huh."

Jensen grins and rises to his toes. "Good," he says against Jared's mouth, and Jared opens up, anticipating the kiss before Jensen moves in and takes it.

From there it's like a volcano goes off, like Jared's been penting up too much for too long and the feel of Jensen's body sliding up against him is the last straw. He puts his hands on Jensen's thighs, picking Jensen up for the few seconds it takes him to rush across the room, his body falling heavy on top of Jensen when they hit the bed and go tumbling back.

"Jesus," Jensen groans, because he's not exactly a small guy, and the fact that Jared just lifted him, for however short a time, is so hot his brain might never recover.

Jared takes it wrong. "Sorry," he says. "Not good at patience."

"No, it's okay," Jensen says, sitting up on his elbows. "Really, really okay, in fact."

Jared rises onto his knees on the mattress and unbuttons his shirt before he hastily throws it off, moving back down to take Jensen's mouth. Jared shoves his hands up under Jensen's t shirt and lets his hands rove over Jensen's chest as he pushes the fabric up and finally over Jensen's head. Jensen closes his eyes, letting the sensation of being touched, of Jared's fingers skimming over his nipples until they pebble, wash over him.

He feels something hard and sharp poking into his back underneath him, and he reaches behind to see what it is as Jared grins down at him. When he feels the cold metal, he remembers the handcuffs he'd tossed idly aside, and he feels his dick start to fatten up in his jeans.

Jared's eyes immediately catch on the cuffs when Jensen pulls them out from under him, and Jensen knows he's not imagining the way those hazel eyes get darker. "You really like those, huh?"

Jensen's actually never thought to cuff someone in bed before, but his cock seems pretty on board with it now, and Jared doesn't need to know if he's not actually as kinky as he's coming across. So he gives Jared a smile that's way more confident than he would usually be able to manage with a stranger and puts on his best 'officer of the law' voice.

"I'm gonna need you to lie back against the pillows."

The look he gets is a mix of disbelief and amusement, but then Jared smiles coyly. "I'm not in trouble, am I, officer?" he asks, batting his eyelashes.

Jensen cracks up, because this seriously feels like a bad porno, but fuck, it's hot, too. It's really damn hot. "I'll show you trouble," he tells Jared as he closes the cuffs around one wrist, looping the chain around one of the bars on the headboard and then taking the other wrist.

By now, his pants are so tight Jensen can hardly move, so he loosens them just enough to pull his dick out, letting them rest on his thighs.

"Jesus," Jared gasps, drawing the word out for several long seconds. His hips arch up, and Jensen takes pity, undoing a ridiculously huge Texas belt buckle before opening Jared's jeans and pushing them down, leaving them around Jared's ankles for him to kick away.

The sight of Jared when he sits back up is enough to keep him busy for hours. Because Jensen has fucked some pretty hot guys in his time, but nothing has ever even approached what Jared looks like, huge chest rising and falling sharply with his breath, his skin a gorgeous tan, infinitely long legs half-open, and taut arms trapped by Jensen's cuffs.

He feels powerful sitting on top of something so strong, someone who could probably kick Jensen's ass under normal circumstances, but who is nonetheless completely at his mercy. The urge to own Jared is so intense it scares him.

Jensen sits back, trying to keep himself from getting swept away. "How do you want to do this?"

But Jared's reply is not what he expected. He looks almost vulnerable when he meets Jensen's eyes. "You're the one in control here."

It hits Jensen then, what this must be like. Jared's spent the last six months pretending to be someone else, having to see and maybe do horrible things to hold his cover. The pressure to stay in control, to carry everything on his shoulders, must be exhausting. Jared just wants to let go, wants something to be out of his hands, however inconsequential, and Jensen's more than happy to give that to him.

He stands up, and Jensen hears the rattle as Jared reacts. "Where are you-?"

"Calm down," Jensen says, leaning over the bed to press a hand down on Jared's chest and kiss him. "We need lube. I'm gonna see if they have lotion or conditioner in the bathroom."

Jared swallows hard and nods, and Jensen comes back successful, a small bottle of hotel lotion in one hand. He digs into his jeans for his wallet and finds three condoms, so he rips off two and approaches the bed again.

"Are you gonna-?" Jared begins to ask, but Jensen shuts him up.

"I'm gonna fuck you first," he says, twisting off the top of the bottle and squeezing about a third of the lotion in the bottle onto his fingers. He slips one into Jared and Jared lets out a soft huff of air, so Jensen moves in closer, his body curving around Jared's as he begins to fuck in and out. "You're gonna feel so good you'll be crying to come."

"God, yeah," Jared replies, turning his face toward Jensen.

There's sweat beading on Jared's neck, so Jensen moves down to suck it away as he twists his finger. He pulls up once he's got the taste of Jared on his tongue, licking his lips, then adds two more fingers. "But you're not gonna come. 'm not gonna let you off that easy."

"What-what else?" Jared asks, panting and hitching his body so that Jensen can get a better angle.

"You'll see," Jensen promises darkly, taking his hand back.

He wipes his fingers off on the comforter and moves until he's between Jared's legs.

"Can I see you?" Jared asks, his eyes dipping down to Jensen's cock. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth. "All of you?"

Jensen shakes his head, because they’ll get there, but for now he can't even wait long enough to take off his pants. He just wants to fuck Jared, and he's the one calling the shots. "Not yet."

One condom in hand, Jensen rips the foil wrapping and slips into the latex without hesitation. It's only a matter of seconds after that before Jensen is shoving into Jared, all the way, bottoming out as Jared spread his legs wider.

He listens to Jared's panting for a few moments, lets his body settle, and then he pulls out, rolling his hips slowly to find a pace that works. Jared is tight and welcoming, his legs wrapping around Jensen to pull him in even closer, feet digging into Jensen's jeans and pushing at them until they slip down his ass.

It takes effort, but Jensen keeps himself from getting carried away, keeps on fucking Jared with calm, even strokes, each one hitting just the right place, and Jared making these intoxicating sounds every time. The cuffs slide up the bar they're chained to as Jared fights to move, but they hold and the bed holds, and Jensen watches Jared's frustration build, amazed that he never realized how much he'd love this.

"Oh, please," Jared finally says as Jensen's starting to feel his own orgasm creeping in. "God, please, touch me. I can't-" There's an enormous clattering then, Jared fighting to get his hands on his own cock. "I need something. Anything."

Jensen shakes his head, hiding his face in the crook of Jared's neck. "Not gonna get it until I say you are, so you might as well stop asking."

The sound Jared lets out is a cry, equal parts distress and desire. That makes Jensen lose his control, which is a little embarrassing. He'd meant to keep going, but instead his hips snap forward in a frenzy and he feels his body stutter. He comes hard and without a chance to warn Jared, his face still pressed against the skin of Jared's neck and long brown hairs soft against his cheek as he breathes in, trying to regain some composure.

When he pulls out, Jared gives him a pleading look, which Jensen chooses to ignore.

"Please let me come," Jared asks again.

Jensen looks at him, really looks at him, trying to decide if he should keep going with his plans or give in and let Jared off the hook. He looks so sweet begging, and Jensen can't bear the thought of letting this end too soon. He might never see Jared again. This might be the only time he gets this, and he's gonna make it count.

"Shh," he whispers, giving Jared a quick, soothing kiss. Jared moans into it, relaxing, as if something about the way their lips meet makes him trust Jensen.

He doesn't know why that makes his chest ache so much, doesn't get why he's so eager to make this better for Jared, but he's already addicted to the sound of Jared's voice, rough from begging but still willing to let Jensen decide for him.

He kisses his way down Jared's body, pausing on occasion to bite the dark brown nub of a nipple or trace defined abs with his tongue, and then he reaches Jared's dick. Jared is big-as big as the rest of him, and harder than Jensen thinks he's ever gotten anyone. There's a nice bead of precome already dripping at the tip, and Jensen takes the base of Jared's cock in his hand, angling it so that he can swallow the head and slowly begin to work his way down.

It's too much to take at once, but Jensen's not trying to get Jared off, he's still teasing and Jared must know it, because he tries to thrust up and fuck, but Jensen's got two hands to Jared's none, and it's not hard to pin him down.

"No, god, please, just." Jared struggles for a few seconds more before he accepts that it's futile and his body slumps down defeated.

Jensen pulls off, grinning up at him, and Jared actually looks like he's gonna cry.

"Don't stop," he says. "I'll be good, I promise. Please don't stop."

Jensen shakes his head, because it's not that he's upset with Jared, it's not that he didn't find the fighting hot. He has a little more in mind, and the blowjob is just another step, not the end.

"It's okay," Jensen says. He squeezes more lotion onto his fingers and takes Jared in his mouth again, nursing at the tip, licking the vein and sucking lightly, but not stroking the shaft and certainly not giving Jared what he needs. His hands are otherwise occupied, fingers reaching down between his own legs and opening himself up the best he can at this awkward angle.

Jared can't see what Jensen's doing, so it's not until he pulls back, Jared's dick slipping from his mouth with an obscene pop, when Jensen climbs up onto Jared and straddles his hips, that understanding dawns in Jared's eyes.

"You're gonna-?"

Jensen nods, spreading his cheeks before sinking down onto Jared. It's too much at first, the stretch unbearable with such a rushed prep job, but Jared's expression is well worth the ache, and it's not long before Jensen gets comfortable, finding a good angle and riding Jared's cock. He's spent, his dick still soft after coming so hard inside of Jared, but he knows he'll come back to this when he's touching himself for a long, long time. Jared's mouth is kiss-swollen and bright pink, wide open on an O as he surrenders to Jensen, letting Jensen take care of him. The look on his face is shot, like he's too worn down to do anything but feel good.

It's not a long ride, Jared already too strung out from everything Jensen's done to him to hold back for more than a few minutes. But when he does come, he lets out a string of curses and falls into the mattress, arms trembling from the effort of trying to break free and grab onto something, anything, as if he's actually drowning. Jensen's pretty sure he's never gotten anyone off this hard before in his life.

He doesn't wait until Jared's aftershocks are over before he climbs off, because he knows those cuffs must be cutting into Jared's wrist by now, and without the sex to cloud his mind, Jared's arms are gonna start hurting pretty quickly.

Jared rubs his wrists once he's free, which draws Jensen's attention down to them. They're so red that Jensen instantly feels like an asshole, so he takes them in his hands, trying to sooth the irritated skin. "Fuck, Jared, I'm so sorr-"

Jared pulls his hands out of Jensen's and uses them to grab Jensen's face roughly and drag him in for a passionate kiss. It's hungry, so damn hot that Jensen would swear it was foreplay, not something that comes after everything they just did.

When he breaks the kiss, Jared puts his forehead against Jensen's one hand still cupping Jensen's cheek. "You have no idea how much I needed that."

"It was my pleasure," Jensen replies, giving Jared a smug smile.

He stands up and starts getting dressed, but Jared just sits on the bed watching him, until finally he turns to look the guy in the eye. "What?"

"You never told me your name," Jared says.

Jensen's eyebrows draw together as he realizes that, oh, wow, Jared's right. Jared keeps looking at him with an almost innocent expression on his face, which is bizarre because if Jensen closes his eyes, he knows he'll be bombarded by some images of Jared that are the complete opposite of innocent.

"Probably shouldn't," Jensen replies. Jared's mood shifts in an instant, and he looks so disappointed that Jensen can't keep up the game. "But then we probably shouldn't have fucked either, huh?"

"Probably not," Jared agrees. He looks up. "So you gonna tell me?"

"Jensen," he tells Jared. "My name's Jensen."

"And in the real world, does Jensen go out for dinner with strange men he fucks on police business?"

Jensen laughs. "You trying to get in my pants again?"

"Definitely."

"Yes, then. Though now you're gonna have to buy me dinner, too. Shot yourself in the foot there."

"I'm so okay with that." Jared stands up and kisses Jensen. "I'm going to finish this job," he says, like this is a really important promise he's making. "And the first thing I do when I'm not undercover anymore, I'm going to get your number from Misha and I'm going to call you."

"Yeah?" Jensen asks.

Jared nods. "Yeah."

They stand there for nearly a minute, quietly staring at each other before Jensen remembers that there was a point to all this, and as nice as having his dick up Jared ass was, that wasn't it. "Oh, uh, do you have something for me?"

Jared laughs, bending to pick up his clothes off the floor. He tosses Jensen his jacket as he pulls his jeans up. "Left pocket on the inside. The big brown envelope."

Jensen takes the envelope and then sets the jacket down on the dresser for Jared to put on when he's ready to leave. He waits a few seconds longer, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I guess I should go, then."

Jared nods. "I'll call a cab once Misha's confirmed that you're safely out of here."

"Right," Jensen says, watching Jared put his shirt back on with more than a little regret. He moves toward the door, letting his hand sit on the handle for a spell before he turns around. "Hey, Jared?"

Jared looks up from the buttons on his shirt and nods so Jensen knows he has his attention.

"Finish the job fast, okay?"

The smile Jared flashes him as he opens the door follows Jensen all the way down the hall.