WB RPS FIC: It Always Seems Like a Good Idea at the Time
Pairing: Jared/Jensen RPS
Rating: 18+ for Teh Sex
Notes: Thank you to my fantabulous betas, scribblinlenore, who fixed my many, many typos and stupid mistakes on top of everything else, and stone_princess without whom I wouldn't be able to write anything ever, and ilexa who served as my technical Texas consultant, because she is awesome. Also, this story can be directly blamed on ethrosdemon, because it was all her idea, and apparently I'm her bitch. Or something. Anyway...
Disclaimer: It's only real in my head, which, unfortunately doesn't count anywhere else. Oh, the day I rule the world...
It Always Seems Like a Good Idea at the Time
***
Jensen sees Jared every fucking day, every day they film, and somehow on their days off too. He sees him so much that he sometimes expects to wake up in the mornings with Jared hovering over him, which is probably not normal. So Jensen thinks that with the hiatus coming up some time apart might do them some good.
Somehow Jensen ends up following Jared down to San Antonio, staying with him at his parents' house, no less, because it made sense when Jared was explaining it. Jensen thinks that Jared missed his calling as a lawyer or salesman or something, because he can make the craziest shit sound so matter-of-fact that Jensen finds himself wondering why such an obvious idea didn't occur to him in the first place.
In the time that they've known each other, the phrase, "It seemed like a good idea at the time," has come up more times that Jensen cares to admit. With Jared, it always seems like a good idea at the time.
Which is how Jensen ends up where he is, walking back to the Padalecki residence, all decked out, tight jeans, black cowboy shirt, boots and hat. Did he actually let Jared dress him? He can't remember now. They'd spent the afternoon hanging out with a bunch of Jared's old buddies, all of whom had manfully refrained from giving Jensen crap about his outfit, though they'd dished out plenty to Jared about his. They kept calling Jared the Canadian Cowboy and making jokes about Jared and Jensen being included in that Brokeback Mountain poll.
Jared took it all in stride, which spoke volumes about how long he'd been friends with those guys. That and the odd sort of deference the guys showed Jared, which surprised Jensen, though maybe it shouldn't have. Jared seemed to engender a weirdly strong sense of loyalty in everyone he talked to, and Jensen was no exception.
They'd only been allowed to leave after promising to meet up with "the gang" later at the bar for a "proper homecoming" which will probably involve copious amounts of tequila. Jensen is still trying to figure out how to get out of that, because he and tequila had a nasty break-up about three years ago, and they haven't spoken since.
Jensen is only half listening to what Jared is talking about, some nonsense about the rodeo, because he's sort of--he prefers the term "scholastically interested" to "mesmerized"--by the way Jared is here. All relaxed smiles and easy jokes, his voice lower, warm honey-slow accent like he's been drinking.
It's not exactly like Jared is ever uptight at all, but this is different somehow. Jensen thinks he's almost got it figured out when a couple of dark-haired, pretty girls walk by. They stop talking long enough to giggle and give Jared and Jensen coy looks from beneath their lashes. And Jared, fucking Jared stops, tips his hat, and says something, his voice all low, rumbling sexy, and Jensen is so distracted that the girls are long gone before he realizes that Jared wasn't speaking English.
"What the hell was that?" he finally asks, and Jared just laughs.
"Don't tell me you don't recognize Spanish, dude. I know you're not as dumb as you are pretty."
What was that supposed to mean? "I know that was Spanish." Which is only kind of a lie, because Jensen would have recognized it as Spanish had he been paying attention to more than the rough edge of Jared's voice. "I just didn't know you spoke it."
Jared tugs at Jensen's sleeve, turning down an alleyway like it's a shortcut, and Jensen follows him. "Of course I speak it." He stops and turns to look at Jensen, laughing. "Come on, don't tell me you've never used that to pick up a girl."
So Jensen has to shake his head and admit, "I don't speak Spanish."
"You should." Jared looks way too amused. "Because then you can do this."
Jensen realizes that Jared's been backing him up when he bumps into the wall. Jared leans in and starts talking into Jensen's ear in that low, rumbling voice.
Jensen doesn't have the first goddamn clue as to what he might be saying, but knowing Jared, it's probably something obnoxious, and not nearly as sexy as it sounds. But fucking hell if it doesn't sound like the sexiest damn thing Jensen's heard in his life.
Jared's fingers are playing with the hem of Jensen's shirt like that's nothing out of the ordinary, his fingertips skipping across the sensitive skin at Jensen's side, and Jensen is trying to keep from being completely obvious about what a turn-on it is.
Apparently he isn't entirely successful, because when Jared leans back, he has that stupid, cocky grin on his face, and he says, "Works every time." Then he turns and walks away, out the other end of the alley and down the street.
It takes about three seconds for Jensen's mind to catch up with what just happened, and he jogs after Jared and punches him in the shoulder. "What the hell did you just say?"
Jared grins and starts to repeat it and Jensen has to hit him again. "In English, smartass."
"Do you want an exact translation, or the gist?" Jared stops walking and turns to face Jensen, his eyes shining with an unholy sort of glee.
"The gist will work," Jensen says brusquely. It's fucking hot out, and Jared is leaning towards him again, and Jensen feels his body tighten with a weird sort of fight or flight tension.
"I said, 'I really wish we were back at my place, because you look pretty damned good in that shirt, and I want nothin' more than to watch you strip and bend you over the nearest available surface and fuck you until neither of us can move.'" When Jared leans back, he still has that stupid grin on his face. "And then I said, 'I really want some M&M's, too.' Now I have that Sex and Candy song stuck in my head." He turns and starts walking again.
Jensen was wrong. That was pretty much as insanely fucking hot as it sounded in Spanish. Except for the M&M's part, and Jensen really can't tell if Jared is fucking with him or not.
Before he can come up with any sort of comment that won't make him sound completely idiotic, Jared turns back to him and says, "So what did you take for a foreign language?"
"German," Jensen admits a little sadly, because he doesn't think that he can exactly make Jared crazy with lust using his mad German skillz, especially since the only German he remembers are the lyrics to I Want to Hold Your Hand, and the first part of 99 Luftballons.
Jared may not know what Jensen is thinking, but he laughs like he does. "Should we head back?" he asks, like he hadn't just suggested that would lead to all kinds of marathon sex, and Jensen doesn't know how to respond.
So he says, "Sure."
"Hold on," Jared says. He ducks into a convenience store and comes back out with a king-sized bag of peanut M&M's. He eats them on the way home, but gives all the green ones to Jensen.
***
When they get back to the house, Jared throws his hat on the coffee table, toes off his boots, and then stretches until Jensen can see his happy trail. Then he turns his head, sniffs and says, "I think I'm going to take a shower." Not a hint of suggestiveness in his voice whatsoever. "Help yourself to some food or something if you're hungry."
So Jensen kind of wanders around the empty house, trying not to listen for the sounds of Jared in the shower, because the guy is clearly a fucking tease. He still feels kind of weird being in Jared's family home, especially since the rest of the family is out of town. Visiting a cousin or something, Jared said.
There's nothing really on TV, so Jensen takes off his boots and stretches out on the couch as he waits for Jared to finish his shower.
When he opens his eyes again, the room is a lot darker and Jared is leaning over him, smirking.
"We should get going pretty soon," Jared says.
Jensen rubs his eyes and tries to get more oriented. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Well, you looked so sweet and peaceful." Jared straightens and sticks his finger in Jensen's ear, but pulls his hand away before Jensen can bitchslap him like he so rightfully deserves. "Come on. I'm getting hungry."
***
They meet up with Jared's friends for dinner, and by the time their food is served, Jensen is convinced that Jared is amusing himself by seeing how far he can take messing with Jensen's head, or Jensen is going completely batshit insane. Maybe both.
They're seated around a big table, swapping stories about the good old days, and they keep calling Jared "JT", which Jensen mentally notes so that he can mock later. And Jared just sprawls in his chair and smiles, his arm hooked over the back of Jensen's chair, which makes Jensen feel stupid, and kind of like a high school girl, wondering what that means. Because it's a casual move. Jared's a big guy, and he's always stretching out, encroaching on everyone else's space, so it would be so easy to dismiss.
Except that every once in awhile, Jared will lean forward as he laughs, or grabs his drink off the table, and his fingertips will brush against the back of Jensen's neck, a teasing ghost of a touch, branding hot.
When it happens again, Jensen risks looking over at Jared, and Jared fucking winks as he takes a sip of his drink, his fourth or fifth margarita, and Jensen can't tell if the flush in Jared's cheeks is from the alcohol or something else. So he shifts in his chair and wishes his pants weren't quite so tight as Jared's fingers brush against him again, lingering a little longer this time to play with the short hairs at Jensen's neck.
Jensen is determined to ignore it, whatever the fuck it is, so he focuses on the other guys at the table, trying to pick up the thread of the conversation.
"I still don't know why you're wastin' your time in Hollywood, JT," one of the guys says. "You had such a promising career as a ranch hand."
The image that springs to Jensen's mind at that is so vivid and exactly not what he needs at the moment. He jumps from his chair so fast that it would have tipped over if not for Jared's arm.
The conversation stops as everyone turns to look at him like he's lost his mind, and Jensen's not so sure he'd disagree with that assessment. He gives them a half smile and says, "All that beer finally hit." He barely keeps from full-out running to the bathroom.
Jensen splashes water on his face and asks himself what the hell he thinks he's doing. Jared's messing with him? Fuck that! Jensen is the master of messing with people. He worked with fucking Rosenbaum for an entire season. Jared's a pup compared to that shit!
A little calmer, Jensen walks back out to see everyone standing. "What's going on?"
Jared grins. "Time to hit the bar, man."
"Okay, sure." Jensen turns and starts to follow the group out, when Jared's hand settles on the small of his back. Jensen stiffens and turns to say something, but before he can, Jared's hand slides up to clasp his shoulder in a brotherly way.
"You okay?" Jared asks, eyes all wide and innocent.
Jensen grins and decides not to call Jared on his bullshit. "I'm just peachy, my friend. Let's do this." And he pulls away from Jared's hand, smiling a little meanly when it falls to Jared's side.
***
Jensen coughs as they walk into the bar. He's obviously been in Vancouver too long, because he doesn't expect the smoke. When he turns to Jared to comment on it, he's surprised to see Jared pull a pack of Marlboro reds out of his front shirt pocket.
"The fuck?"
Jared shrugs. "When in Rome," he says. "Just don't tell my mom." He tilts his head as he holds the lighter up to the tip and flicks it on. His eyelashes sweep against his cheeks and Jensen is captivated, his breath catching in his chest because Jared looks so goddamn gorgeous.
"Want one?" Jared holds the pack out to Jensen, his eyebrows raised.
Jensen shakes his head. Watches as Jared hooks his pointer finger around the cigarette and takes a drag, and Jensen is torn between fixating on Jared's long, tapered fingers or the way his lips twist around the smoke as he exhales. And Jared's just staring at him, all dark and intense in ways that Jensen didn't think were possible for Jared.
Out of nowhere, a tiny blond thing hurls herself at Jared's side, and the moment is gone as Jared laughs and wraps his arm around her. "Hey there, Jenny-girl!"
Someone slips a beer into Jensen's hand, and he turns to see one of Jared's friend, Chad, smiling at him.
"Don't worry 'bout it. That's my girlfriend, clingin' to JT," Chad says, his tone of voice odd in a way that Jensen can't pinpoint.
So Jensen nods and takes a sip of his beer and glances around the bar.
There's a strange mix of people, mostly twenty-somethings, but off somehow. It takes Jensen way too long to figure it out, and he hasn't had enough to drink to excuse how fucking slow he is tonight. "Is this a gay bar?"
"Yeah." Chad answers.
When Jensen turns back to him, Jared is gone--across the room, blonde-thing still attached to him as he talks to a drag queen who's almost as tall as he is.
Jensen takes another swig of his beer and says, "Okay."
Chad half smiles and shrugs. "You know JT. He's a flirt. He doesn't mean nothin' by it."
"Uh." Jensen starts to wonder if he's missed a huge chunk of their conversation, or if the guy is always this random.
"Chad." Another one of The Friends, comes up and pulls Chad away.
Jensen watches them confer, but all he hears of their conversation is Chad's, "You gotta be shittin' me. I thought they already--"
Jensen pounds his beer and heads over to the bar to get another. It seems like one of those nights where he should be drunk.
"Add it to my tab," Jared says from behind him.
"I can pay for my own beer." Jensen's annoyance bleeds into his voice more than he intends. He turns to find Jared standing closer than necessary, which means that Jensen has to look up. He really hates that.
"We can divvy it up later," Jared says slowly. The bartender sets two shots down next to Jensen's beer, and Jared takes them one right after the other without breaking eye contact.
"What's going on?" Jared asks when he sets the second shot glass down.
"Why?" Jensen shakes his head and looks down, then back up. "Why am I here?"
Thankfully, Jared isn't stupid enough to pretend like they're talking about the bar. He leans down, until his lips are brushing against Jensen's ear, and Jensen can smell the soap from his shower under the alcohol and smoke. "I wanted you to know me in a different context," he says, his voice low and gravelly.
Jared slips into Spanish then, and Jensen doesn't really give a fuck that he can't understand it. He just closes his eyes and leans closer to Jared's heat, lets the rise and fall of the cadence of words wash over him, Jared's breath hot against his ear, his neck.
"Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo
y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.
Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas,
quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.
Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas
y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculo
buscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente
como un puma en la soledad de Quitratúe."
So close, but not touching, and the tension between them crackles and stretches until Jensen feels like he's going to fly apart in a million different directions.
Just when he's about to give in, Jared leans back, away, and Jensen grits his teeth in frustration.
Jared's eyes are dark, and his lips are slightly parted, and he looks like he's about to say something when someone squeals and says, "Ohmygawd, Amy, it is them!"
They both turn, and there are two girls standing in front of them, a brunette and a redhead. The brunette's smile is warm and knowing, and beside him, Jared says, all low and breathy, "Well I'll be goddamned."
The brunette shoves her hands in her pockets, tilts her hips to one side, raises her shoulders around her ears and says, "Hey, there, stranger."
Jensen turns to see a soft, dopey smile on Jared's face.
"Hey yourself," Jared says, sounding incredibly young. Then the girl is in his arms, and she looks so tiny next to Jared, and Jensen feels the whole scene like a kick to the nuts.
He remembers Jared mentioning once, a "pretty little thing back home" that he probably would have married had they not been sixteen. Jensen is guessing that this is the girl.
"Rachel. God." Jared takes a step back, and he's still smiling. "I thought you were at school."
"I was. I'm just home for the weekend." She turns to the redhead. "This is my roommate, Amy. She totally didn't believe that I knew you!"
"Nice to meet you," Jared says. Then he turns to Jensen like he just remembered he was there. "This is Jensen. Jensen, this is Rachel, my ahhh..."
"His ex. And I know who this is." She holds out her hand and smiles, and there's a dimple in her chin that's irritatingly endearing. "I'm a fan."
Jensen takes her hand and kisses it. "Then the feeling's mutual." He gives her his most dashing smile and she blushes. He gives Amy the same treatment, and Jensen is starting to feel like he's on solid ground again, because pretty, blushing girls are familiar territory.
"Such a charmer!"
"Yeah. Sometimes he's too charming for his own good," Jared answers, and his pleasant tone seems to be strained, but that might just be wishful thinking on Jensen's part.
"No such thing." Jensen flashes him a sharp smile that melts into an easy grin when he turns back to the girls. They both smile again, because Jensen knows what he's got going for him, and he knows how to work his boy-next-door appeal to its fullest.
"C'mon," Rachel says in her pretty, melodic twang. "I want you to meet the rest of my girls."
Jensen grabs another beer before following Rachel, Amy and Jared over the group in the corner. He feels that double-fisting isn't unreasonable at this point in the night. Not with Jared smiling like that, and Rachel being too cute for words. He also wonders when he became such a fucking girl.
Goddamn Jared.
***
It seems like forever later, and they're still trapped in the middle of a crowd. Jared's friends and Rachel's friends. Jared's friends, the single ones, anyway, trying to hit on the girls, and Rachel's friends taking turns pawing at Jared, who is doing nothing to discourage them.
Jensen, for his part, finally succeeds in getting Amy away from the pack and onto the dance floor. Amy, with the sweet smile and the sweeter body. Jensen has been half-hard all night and he'll be damned if he isn't getting laid soon. And Amy is sending out all the right signals, pressing her body against his, running her hands up under his shirt and then down until they're tucked into his back pockets, which is just fine with Jensen.
He's about to suggest that they get out of here when Rachel appears next to them, smiling sweetly as she pulls Amy away from Jensen, saying something about "girl talk." When Jensen looks over at Jared, Jared is frowning and Jensen knows he's just been cock-blocked like a little bitch.
So Jensen flips Jared off and walks a little further into the crowd on the dance floor. It takes about two whole seconds for Jensen to get a new dance partner. Two, in fact. A cute pixieish girl in front of him, and someone decidedly more masculine pressed against his back.
Jensen leans against the body behind him, reaches back and places his hand on the guy's neck and just enjoys himself. It's been awhile since Jensen's been with another guy, and when the guy grinds against him, Jensen thinks, Oh, yeah. This'll work.
Before Jensen can do anything more, though, someone grabs his wrist, which is not cool. Jensen is about to tell the guy to fuck off, but when he turns, he sees it's Jared.
"We're going," is all Jared says. He gives the guy Jensen was dancing with the coldest "fuck off" glare Jensen's ever seen.
Jensen wants to argue, but there are already a few people watching, and the last thing he needs is for "WB STARS LOVER'S SPAT" to show up on the blogosphere tomorrow. So he leaves it at jerking his arm away from Jensen's grasp, and then turning to wink at his dance partners before following Jared outside.
As it turns out, Rachel is waiting to give them a ride. Jensen leans in a little and whispers, "I can get lost for awhile if you'd like."
"Fuck you," Jared whispers back before claiming shotgun.
So Jensen watches from the back seat, some silent conversation between Jared and Rachel, Jared's mouth pressed into a thin, hard line. Rachel's hand resting on Jared's thigh.
When they reach the house, Jensen jumps out of the car, then leans over and tells Rachel, "It was a pleasure."
Her smile is a little less warm this time.
***
"What, you didn't want to make a night of it, so you figured nobody else should?" Jensen asks as Jared finally joins him on the front porch.
"Shut up, Jen." Jared unlocks the door and goes inside without another word.
"You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!" Jensen calls after him. "There is absolutely no way you are pulling this prissy fuckin' bitch act with me after you've been..." He waves his hand in the air. "All night long!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't understand mime. You're gonna hafta explain this." Jared mimics Jensen's hand wave, then pulls a jar of salsa out of the fridge and slams it on the counter with almost comical force.
"SPEAKING SPANISH!" Jensen yells.
Jared blinks at him, and then gives him a short, disbelieving laugh. "What?"
"I'm going to take a shower." Jensen stalks off to the bathroom, because he feels really stupid, and needs an excuse to be by himself for a while.
***
The hot water feels good, and Jensen doesn't realize how gritty he felt until he washes it all away. But the soap smells like Jared and Jensen refuses to think about it, because Jared is nothing but a fucking tease and Jensen's just about done being jerked around. He's Jensen Fucking Ackles and he is never without a willing lay, goddammit! He doesn't need some pouty-mouthed, freakishly tall, puppy-eyed costar--he just doesn't!
Jensen grabs his towel and dries off roughly, then realizes he didn't bring any clothes into the bathroom with him. He sighs and wraps the towel around his waist and opens the bathroom door.
Jared is in the hallway, leaning against the wall, and it strikes Jensen then, that thing that's different about Jared in San Antonio. That core of predatory confidence that Jensen only ever catches glimpses of in Vancouver is all on the surface here. Which means that Jared is leaning there all sleek, cocky and totally self-assured that he's going to get whatever the hell he wants.
And Jensen is mad enough to be thinking, Fuck that! when Jared just reaches out, his hand hot against the small of Jensen's back, and Jared tastes like salsa and alcohol and smoke, and every reason why this is a bad idea flies out of Jensen's head as Jared's tongue sweeps into his mouth.
Jensen's hands move down to the waist of Jared's jeans immediately, and he's only just started to undo them when Jared pulls back and says, "Whoa. Slow down there, cowboy."
"What?" Jensen looks up from Jared's Texas belt buckle to see an oddly shy expression on his face.
"I, um. I'm kind of saving myself. For marriage." Jared looks down and away. "I thought maybe we could kiss. Cuddle a little."
It's been a long, frustrating day and night, and Jensen is seriously considering crying when Jared starts to laugh.
"Jensen! We've talked about sex before. You know I’m not a virgin." He grabs Jensen's shoulders and flips them around so that Jensen's back is to the wall. "You like the Spanish, huh?"
"I hate you," Jensen says. "Let me count the ways I hate you."
Jared sinks to his knees and pulls Jensen's towel off.
"Um, okay." Jensen leans his head against the wall and says, "I take back numbers one through five."
There's no warning before Jared is sucking his cock and it's just so good in ways that Jensen can't even comprehend. Jared has a mouth that is made for this, and he knows how to use it. Hot, wet, bobbing his head, the perfect amount of pressure, and Jensen feels like he's back in high school, getting his first blowjob. Like he had no idea anything in the world could feel this perfect.
Jensen threads his fingers through Jared's hair, which is silky-soft, softer than it looks, and hits his head against the wall. He looks down, but he can only watch for a few seconds at a time if he wants to last long enough to avoid embarrassing himself.
Jared's tongue presses against the underside of Jensen's cock, and then he pulls back, swirling it around the head, and it makes Jensen weak in the knees. Jared looks up at Jensen through his girl-pretty lashes, his eyes dark and dirty with all kinds of promise, and Jensen can't look away. He feels caught, and something clenches in his chest.
"Jared," Jensen breathes, and Jared looks away, sinks back down onto Jensen's cock. Down, past the point where Jensen expects him to stop, and Jensen's eyes roll back as he tugs at Jared's hair. "Jared. I'm gonna come."
Jared moans as he pulls off, and he barely gets his fingers around Jensen's cock before Jensen is coming, his eyes squeezed shut, his fingers still tangled in Jared's hair.
The only thing Jensen can hear is the sound of his own breathing, the blood rushing through his ears, and it's dark because his eyes are still closed. He feels Jared wipe his stomach off with the towel, and he looks down to see Jared studying the floor.
"Um. Thanks," Jensen says stupidly, and Jared laughs and stands up.
"You're welcome," Jared says. He grabs Jensen's hips and pulls him close, and whispers, "Don't think, though, that you're not going to reciprocate."
Jensen snorts. "Whatever, dude. For as big of a tease as you've been all day, you owed me that."
"Okay, well, goodnight then," Jared says. Jensen grabs Jared's shirt before he realizes that Jared's made no move to walk away, and Jared laughs. "That's what I thought."
"You're such a dick," Jensen says.
"Ah, but you love it." Jared pushes at Jensen's hip until he's turned facing the end of the hall, and says, "Bedroom."
Jensen is willing to admit, if only to himself, that he sort of enjoys the manhandling, so he starts walking, but turns when he realizes that Jared isn't following him.
Jared just smiles and says, "Don't mind me, I'm just enjoyin' the view."
***
Jared's bedroom is at the end of the hall, an odd mixture of his childhood things, and storage for his folks. That weird middle ground in a room's evolution from kid's bedroom to guest/sewing room. Jensen stands by the bed and stares until he hears Jared walk in behind him.
Suddenly, standing naked in a room with a Xena poster still on the wall, a well-loved teddy bear in the desk chair, and a pile of fabric bolts stacked in the corner, Jensen feels really, really awkward. He wishes he still had his towel with him.
"Xena?" He asks, turning to see Jared leaning against the doorframe. I like the way he's always leaning against stuff, Jensen thinks idly.
Jared shrugs. "She's hot." Then he grins evilly and shuts the door, and there is a Dark Angel poster with Jessica staring out at them.
"You are one sick fuck, you know that?"
Jared's response is to start unbuttoning his shirt, and Jensen's mouth goes dry.
"You've been messing with me this whole time, haven't you?"
"Maybe." Jared tilts his head as he looks at Jensen and smiles. "You mad?"
Jensen swallows and says, "That depends on how you plan on makin' it up to me."
"I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't walk." Jared casually shucks his shirt. "I thought I mentioned that earlier."
Which sends a shock of lust through Jensen's body, until he remembers-- "I'm not a bottom."
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm..." Jensen trails off as he watches Jared push his pants and boxers down over his hips. "That's...impressive."
Jared pushes Jensen onto the bed, then crawls over him, between his thighs and Jensen just sort of lets him. "I'll be gentle."
"Fuck you." Jensen shoves at Jared's shoulder and then arches up as Jared kisses his neck. It seems like Jared's hands are everywhere, making it impossible for Jensen to think clearly. Jared has huge hands, rough and soft in different places, and Jensen is already achingly hard again.
Jared kisses Jensen until he feels dizzy. Then he leans down and whispers, "I'll stop if you really want me to," as his hand slips between Jensen's legs, his fingers brushing over Jensen's hole. "Tell me to stop."
It's a dare, and Jensen shuts his eyes and presses into Jared's touch and says, "Stop."
"No." The amusement is clear in Jared's voice, but Jensen is too far gone to be annoyed.
Jared's mouth is gone then, and Jensen opens his eyes to see Jared leaning over the edge of the bed. He pulls back up a moment later, holding a shaving kit. "Essentials."
Jensen raises his eyebrow and says, "Uhhhh," until Jared pulls out a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms. Then Jensen feels a moment of relief that Jared wasn't about to ask if he could tie Jensen up and shave his whole body. But the whole bottom issue is still apparently unresolved. "Seriously, man. I've never--"
"You've never had the right partner."
Jensen is annoyed at the presumption, but at the same time, he's kind of intrigued. Jared isn't usually overly cocky about something unless he's pretty damned sure of himself. The idea that Jared is that sure of himself about this is enough of a turn-on for Jensen to consider it. That and the possessive edge to Jared's voice.
Jared leans back down and says, "Trust me."
And the bitch of it is that Jensen does, so he nods and watches as Jared rolls on the condom and then picks up the bottle of lube.
"Shouldn't there be more, y'know, foreplay?" Jensen asks, because he trusts Jared, but he wouldn't mind a little more time to get used to the idea.
Jared's sharp smile is back, and he flips open the lid on the bottle. "What do you think today was all about?"
Jensen groans and closes his eyes as a dozen scenarios flicker through his mind of being on the set with Jared, hard through a twelve-hour shoot just because Jared wants to top that night. "Abuse of power."
Jared makes a noise that could be agreement, or approval, or something else entirely. His hands are pressing Jensen's thighs apart, and then there's a slick finger at Jensen's hole. Jensen squeezes his eyes shut tighter and twists his hands in the blankets beneath him as he tries to relax while Jared strokes his finger in and out of Jensen's body.
Then there's nothing, and Jensen can hear Jared rustling around, but he doesn't open his eyes until he feels Jared's presence over him. He takes a deep breath and nods, is distracted enough as the pink tip of Jared's tongue darts out to wet his lips that the sudden pressure is a shock. Jared freezes at the noise Jensen can't help but make, and Jensen takes a few deep breaths before nodding again.
The pressure is weird, uncomfortable, but not as painful as Jensen expected. Jared stops again when his body is flush against Jensen's, and leans down, licks and bites at Jensen's lips until they're kissing again. Slow, long, consuming kisses, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Jensen thinks that he could get off on just this, the sheer dominance and possession of Jared's mouth.
Jared starts to roll his hips against Jensen, slow and languid like his kisses, sending jolts of pleasure up Jensen's spine until Jensen is whimpering into Jared's mouth. Clutching at Jared's shoulders, arching against him because it's not enough.
Jared scrapes his teeth against Jensen's bottom lip as he pulls away, and Jensen makes a frustrated noise when Jared continues his shallow thrusts.
"Jared."
The smile Jared gives him is triumphant, and he leans down and whispers, "What do you want?"
"Don't be a dick," Jensen grits out. "You know."
Jared doesn't say anything else, though Jensen can feel a huff of laughter against his neck. Then Jared pulls out and thrusts back in, hard and fast and Jensen's eyes roll back because Jared hits that spot that Jensen half believed was a myth.
"Yes," Jensen hisses as Jared does it again. His fingers dig into Jared's shoulders, and he wraps his legs around Jared's body as Jared sets a tempo that has Jensen seeing stars every other second. "Fuck, Jared. God."
Jensen can't quite bring himself to beg with words, but he can't keep from begging in every other way possible. Every move he makes is Fuck! Yes! and Harder! and Jared responds until Jensen thinks that he really might have trouble walking in the morning.
"Jesus, Jen," Jared whispers. "So long." He reaches down and wraps his fingers around Jensen's cock.
It only takes one stroke before Jensen is coming, his toes curled, his fingers digging into Jared's arms hard enough to leave marks.
"Jen," Jared says again. His voice sounds broken as he thrusts against Jensen, then stills, and Jensen can feel Jared's body shaking against him.
It seems like forever and way too soon when Jared pulls away. Jensen postpones looking at him by grabbing a handful of tissues from the box on the nightstand and cleaning himself up the best he can. He feels the covers shift under him as Jared settles back in the bed, and Jensen finally turns to look. He snorts at the pleased grin on Jared's face, and then rolls his eyes.
"Whatever," Jared says. "Tell me that wasn't a good time."
Jensen thinks about it for a moment before joining Jared under the covers. If Jared wants him to go back to the guest room, he's going to have to say so. "It was all right," he finally admits as Jared's arm settles around his waist. "I've never had a threesome with someone and their ego before."
Jared smiles, and nuzzles against Jensen's neck, then whispers:
"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."
Jensen turns to look at Jared, whose smile has lost its cocky edge, making him look disconcertingly young. "What was that?"
"Love Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda. The, uh...it's the poem I recited in Spanish at the bar." Jared almost looks bashful admitting it.
"Who knew you were such a closet romantic?" Jensen teases.
Jared shrugs and yawns, his eyelids drooping. "Worked, didn't it?" He tucks his chin against Jensen's shoulder as his eyes shut completely.
Jensen smiles at the thought that Jared was wooing him. "You really didn't have to try that hard."
"I know." Jared shrugs again. "Figured you were worth a little effort."
"Oh," Jensen whispers.
Jared's body is like a giant furnace, and Jensen thinks that it should be uncomfortable, but it just makes him feel pleasantly heavy and sleepy.
***
The room is obnoxiously yellow, lit by the sunshine filtering through the blinds, and when Jensen tries to turn over, he finds himself pinned down. He opens his eyes, and sees that Jared is still asleep, his mouth hanging open, his hair sticking out in all directions.
Jensen smiles and slides out from beneath Jared's arm, as slowly as possible to keep from waking him. He walks down to the hall to the bathroom, stopping to retrieve the towel they'd left in the hallway.
It tastes like something died in his mouth, so Jensen brushes his teeth before heading back to the bedroom.
He slides back into bed, then jumps a little when Jared's eyes suddenly open.
"Had to piss," Jensen says by way of explanation, and Jared laughs, then scrunches his nose and Jensen will never in a million years admit how adorable that is.
"Did you brush your teeth?"
Jensen shrugs. "I was already in there. Where are you going?" he asks as Jared rolls out of bed.
"Well I have to go brush mine," Jared calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the room.
Jensen laughs and flops over onto his back and waits for Jared to come back. He shuts his eyes, and a lazy sense of contentment quickly settles over him, only to be disturbed a few minutes later when Jared comes back into the room and jumps onto the bed. Jensen looks up to see Jared straddling him, his expression playful. He reminds Jensen of a big puppy, though to be fair, that's almost always the case.
"Morning," Jared says with minty-fresh breath.
"Tell me you are not a morning person," Jensen says. He flinches when a drop of cold water lands on his cheek, then laughs. "Did you fix your hair?"
Jared ducks his head, then shakes it, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. He stops, then shrugs and says, "I wanted to look pretty." He settles his body against Jensen's, and whispers, "Good morning."
Jensen settles his hand on the back of Jared's neck, twines his fingers through the short curls there. "This is a bad idea. You know that, right?"
"I know." Jared's smile fades a little, and he leans in. "I was kinda hoping you wouldn't notice, though."
It's worse than a bad idea, Jensen thinks, because this feels comfortable already, like way more than fucking around with a coworker. It's a bad idea, even if it seems like a good one right now.
He studies Jared's face, and hopes that this isn't going to come back to bite them on the ass. "I guess you'll just have to find a way to keep me from thinking about it then," he finally says.
Jared tilts his head and pretends to consider. "However will I manage?" Then he starts talking, and Jensen knows he's going to regret letting Jared know just how much he likes the Spanish.
"What was that?" Jensen asks when Jared stops, and Jared's answering smile scares him a little.
"It's my evil plan for Jensen domination."
"Whatever, dude. Last night didn't prove anything," Jensen says as Jared works his way down Jensen's body. "I’m not a bottom."
"Yeah." Jared's voice is entirely too smug. "You really are."
Rating: 18+ for Teh Sex
Notes: Thank you to my fantabulous betas, scribblinlenore, who fixed my many, many typos and stupid mistakes on top of everything else, and stone_princess without whom I wouldn't be able to write anything ever, and ilexa who served as my technical Texas consultant, because she is awesome. Also, this story can be directly blamed on ethrosdemon, because it was all her idea, and apparently I'm her bitch. Or something. Anyway...
Disclaimer: It's only real in my head, which, unfortunately doesn't count anywhere else. Oh, the day I rule the world...
It Always Seems Like a Good Idea at the Time
***
Jensen sees Jared every fucking day, every day they film, and somehow on their days off too. He sees him so much that he sometimes expects to wake up in the mornings with Jared hovering over him, which is probably not normal. So Jensen thinks that with the hiatus coming up some time apart might do them some good.
Somehow Jensen ends up following Jared down to San Antonio, staying with him at his parents' house, no less, because it made sense when Jared was explaining it. Jensen thinks that Jared missed his calling as a lawyer or salesman or something, because he can make the craziest shit sound so matter-of-fact that Jensen finds himself wondering why such an obvious idea didn't occur to him in the first place.
In the time that they've known each other, the phrase, "It seemed like a good idea at the time," has come up more times that Jensen cares to admit. With Jared, it always seems like a good idea at the time.
Which is how Jensen ends up where he is, walking back to the Padalecki residence, all decked out, tight jeans, black cowboy shirt, boots and hat. Did he actually let Jared dress him? He can't remember now. They'd spent the afternoon hanging out with a bunch of Jared's old buddies, all of whom had manfully refrained from giving Jensen crap about his outfit, though they'd dished out plenty to Jared about his. They kept calling Jared the Canadian Cowboy and making jokes about Jared and Jensen being included in that Brokeback Mountain poll.
Jared took it all in stride, which spoke volumes about how long he'd been friends with those guys. That and the odd sort of deference the guys showed Jared, which surprised Jensen, though maybe it shouldn't have. Jared seemed to engender a weirdly strong sense of loyalty in everyone he talked to, and Jensen was no exception.
They'd only been allowed to leave after promising to meet up with "the gang" later at the bar for a "proper homecoming" which will probably involve copious amounts of tequila. Jensen is still trying to figure out how to get out of that, because he and tequila had a nasty break-up about three years ago, and they haven't spoken since.
Jensen is only half listening to what Jared is talking about, some nonsense about the rodeo, because he's sort of--he prefers the term "scholastically interested" to "mesmerized"--by the way Jared is here. All relaxed smiles and easy jokes, his voice lower, warm honey-slow accent like he's been drinking.
It's not exactly like Jared is ever uptight at all, but this is different somehow. Jensen thinks he's almost got it figured out when a couple of dark-haired, pretty girls walk by. They stop talking long enough to giggle and give Jared and Jensen coy looks from beneath their lashes. And Jared, fucking Jared stops, tips his hat, and says something, his voice all low, rumbling sexy, and Jensen is so distracted that the girls are long gone before he realizes that Jared wasn't speaking English.
"What the hell was that?" he finally asks, and Jared just laughs.
"Don't tell me you don't recognize Spanish, dude. I know you're not as dumb as you are pretty."
What was that supposed to mean? "I know that was Spanish." Which is only kind of a lie, because Jensen would have recognized it as Spanish had he been paying attention to more than the rough edge of Jared's voice. "I just didn't know you spoke it."
Jared tugs at Jensen's sleeve, turning down an alleyway like it's a shortcut, and Jensen follows him. "Of course I speak it." He stops and turns to look at Jensen, laughing. "Come on, don't tell me you've never used that to pick up a girl."
So Jensen has to shake his head and admit, "I don't speak Spanish."
"You should." Jared looks way too amused. "Because then you can do this."
Jensen realizes that Jared's been backing him up when he bumps into the wall. Jared leans in and starts talking into Jensen's ear in that low, rumbling voice.
Jensen doesn't have the first goddamn clue as to what he might be saying, but knowing Jared, it's probably something obnoxious, and not nearly as sexy as it sounds. But fucking hell if it doesn't sound like the sexiest damn thing Jensen's heard in his life.
Jared's fingers are playing with the hem of Jensen's shirt like that's nothing out of the ordinary, his fingertips skipping across the sensitive skin at Jensen's side, and Jensen is trying to keep from being completely obvious about what a turn-on it is.
Apparently he isn't entirely successful, because when Jared leans back, he has that stupid, cocky grin on his face, and he says, "Works every time." Then he turns and walks away, out the other end of the alley and down the street.
It takes about three seconds for Jensen's mind to catch up with what just happened, and he jogs after Jared and punches him in the shoulder. "What the hell did you just say?"
Jared grins and starts to repeat it and Jensen has to hit him again. "In English, smartass."
"Do you want an exact translation, or the gist?" Jared stops walking and turns to face Jensen, his eyes shining with an unholy sort of glee.
"The gist will work," Jensen says brusquely. It's fucking hot out, and Jared is leaning towards him again, and Jensen feels his body tighten with a weird sort of fight or flight tension.
"I said, 'I really wish we were back at my place, because you look pretty damned good in that shirt, and I want nothin' more than to watch you strip and bend you over the nearest available surface and fuck you until neither of us can move.'" When Jared leans back, he still has that stupid grin on his face. "And then I said, 'I really want some M&M's, too.' Now I have that Sex and Candy song stuck in my head." He turns and starts walking again.
Jensen was wrong. That was pretty much as insanely fucking hot as it sounded in Spanish. Except for the M&M's part, and Jensen really can't tell if Jared is fucking with him or not.
Before he can come up with any sort of comment that won't make him sound completely idiotic, Jared turns back to him and says, "So what did you take for a foreign language?"
"German," Jensen admits a little sadly, because he doesn't think that he can exactly make Jared crazy with lust using his mad German skillz, especially since the only German he remembers are the lyrics to I Want to Hold Your Hand, and the first part of 99 Luftballons.
Jared may not know what Jensen is thinking, but he laughs like he does. "Should we head back?" he asks, like he hadn't just suggested that would lead to all kinds of marathon sex, and Jensen doesn't know how to respond.
So he says, "Sure."
"Hold on," Jared says. He ducks into a convenience store and comes back out with a king-sized bag of peanut M&M's. He eats them on the way home, but gives all the green ones to Jensen.
***
When they get back to the house, Jared throws his hat on the coffee table, toes off his boots, and then stretches until Jensen can see his happy trail. Then he turns his head, sniffs and says, "I think I'm going to take a shower." Not a hint of suggestiveness in his voice whatsoever. "Help yourself to some food or something if you're hungry."
So Jensen kind of wanders around the empty house, trying not to listen for the sounds of Jared in the shower, because the guy is clearly a fucking tease. He still feels kind of weird being in Jared's family home, especially since the rest of the family is out of town. Visiting a cousin or something, Jared said.
There's nothing really on TV, so Jensen takes off his boots and stretches out on the couch as he waits for Jared to finish his shower.
When he opens his eyes again, the room is a lot darker and Jared is leaning over him, smirking.
"We should get going pretty soon," Jared says.
Jensen rubs his eyes and tries to get more oriented. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Well, you looked so sweet and peaceful." Jared straightens and sticks his finger in Jensen's ear, but pulls his hand away before Jensen can bitchslap him like he so rightfully deserves. "Come on. I'm getting hungry."
***
They meet up with Jared's friends for dinner, and by the time their food is served, Jensen is convinced that Jared is amusing himself by seeing how far he can take messing with Jensen's head, or Jensen is going completely batshit insane. Maybe both.
They're seated around a big table, swapping stories about the good old days, and they keep calling Jared "JT", which Jensen mentally notes so that he can mock later. And Jared just sprawls in his chair and smiles, his arm hooked over the back of Jensen's chair, which makes Jensen feel stupid, and kind of like a high school girl, wondering what that means. Because it's a casual move. Jared's a big guy, and he's always stretching out, encroaching on everyone else's space, so it would be so easy to dismiss.
Except that every once in awhile, Jared will lean forward as he laughs, or grabs his drink off the table, and his fingertips will brush against the back of Jensen's neck, a teasing ghost of a touch, branding hot.
When it happens again, Jensen risks looking over at Jared, and Jared fucking winks as he takes a sip of his drink, his fourth or fifth margarita, and Jensen can't tell if the flush in Jared's cheeks is from the alcohol or something else. So he shifts in his chair and wishes his pants weren't quite so tight as Jared's fingers brush against him again, lingering a little longer this time to play with the short hairs at Jensen's neck.
Jensen is determined to ignore it, whatever the fuck it is, so he focuses on the other guys at the table, trying to pick up the thread of the conversation.
"I still don't know why you're wastin' your time in Hollywood, JT," one of the guys says. "You had such a promising career as a ranch hand."
The image that springs to Jensen's mind at that is so vivid and exactly not what he needs at the moment. He jumps from his chair so fast that it would have tipped over if not for Jared's arm.
The conversation stops as everyone turns to look at him like he's lost his mind, and Jensen's not so sure he'd disagree with that assessment. He gives them a half smile and says, "All that beer finally hit." He barely keeps from full-out running to the bathroom.
Jensen splashes water on his face and asks himself what the hell he thinks he's doing. Jared's messing with him? Fuck that! Jensen is the master of messing with people. He worked with fucking Rosenbaum for an entire season. Jared's a pup compared to that shit!
A little calmer, Jensen walks back out to see everyone standing. "What's going on?"
Jared grins. "Time to hit the bar, man."
"Okay, sure." Jensen turns and starts to follow the group out, when Jared's hand settles on the small of his back. Jensen stiffens and turns to say something, but before he can, Jared's hand slides up to clasp his shoulder in a brotherly way.
"You okay?" Jared asks, eyes all wide and innocent.
Jensen grins and decides not to call Jared on his bullshit. "I'm just peachy, my friend. Let's do this." And he pulls away from Jared's hand, smiling a little meanly when it falls to Jared's side.
***
Jensen coughs as they walk into the bar. He's obviously been in Vancouver too long, because he doesn't expect the smoke. When he turns to Jared to comment on it, he's surprised to see Jared pull a pack of Marlboro reds out of his front shirt pocket.
"The fuck?"
Jared shrugs. "When in Rome," he says. "Just don't tell my mom." He tilts his head as he holds the lighter up to the tip and flicks it on. His eyelashes sweep against his cheeks and Jensen is captivated, his breath catching in his chest because Jared looks so goddamn gorgeous.
"Want one?" Jared holds the pack out to Jensen, his eyebrows raised.
Jensen shakes his head. Watches as Jared hooks his pointer finger around the cigarette and takes a drag, and Jensen is torn between fixating on Jared's long, tapered fingers or the way his lips twist around the smoke as he exhales. And Jared's just staring at him, all dark and intense in ways that Jensen didn't think were possible for Jared.
Out of nowhere, a tiny blond thing hurls herself at Jared's side, and the moment is gone as Jared laughs and wraps his arm around her. "Hey there, Jenny-girl!"
Someone slips a beer into Jensen's hand, and he turns to see one of Jared's friend, Chad, smiling at him.
"Don't worry 'bout it. That's my girlfriend, clingin' to JT," Chad says, his tone of voice odd in a way that Jensen can't pinpoint.
So Jensen nods and takes a sip of his beer and glances around the bar.
There's a strange mix of people, mostly twenty-somethings, but off somehow. It takes Jensen way too long to figure it out, and he hasn't had enough to drink to excuse how fucking slow he is tonight. "Is this a gay bar?"
"Yeah." Chad answers.
When Jensen turns back to him, Jared is gone--across the room, blonde-thing still attached to him as he talks to a drag queen who's almost as tall as he is.
Jensen takes another swig of his beer and says, "Okay."
Chad half smiles and shrugs. "You know JT. He's a flirt. He doesn't mean nothin' by it."
"Uh." Jensen starts to wonder if he's missed a huge chunk of their conversation, or if the guy is always this random.
"Chad." Another one of The Friends, comes up and pulls Chad away.
Jensen watches them confer, but all he hears of their conversation is Chad's, "You gotta be shittin' me. I thought they already--"
Jensen pounds his beer and heads over to the bar to get another. It seems like one of those nights where he should be drunk.
"Add it to my tab," Jared says from behind him.
"I can pay for my own beer." Jensen's annoyance bleeds into his voice more than he intends. He turns to find Jared standing closer than necessary, which means that Jensen has to look up. He really hates that.
"We can divvy it up later," Jared says slowly. The bartender sets two shots down next to Jensen's beer, and Jared takes them one right after the other without breaking eye contact.
"What's going on?" Jared asks when he sets the second shot glass down.
"Why?" Jensen shakes his head and looks down, then back up. "Why am I here?"
Thankfully, Jared isn't stupid enough to pretend like they're talking about the bar. He leans down, until his lips are brushing against Jensen's ear, and Jensen can smell the soap from his shower under the alcohol and smoke. "I wanted you to know me in a different context," he says, his voice low and gravelly.
Jared slips into Spanish then, and Jensen doesn't really give a fuck that he can't understand it. He just closes his eyes and leans closer to Jared's heat, lets the rise and fall of the cadence of words wash over him, Jared's breath hot against his ear, his neck.
"Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo
y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.
Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas,
quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.
Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas
y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculo
buscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente
como un puma en la soledad de Quitratúe."
So close, but not touching, and the tension between them crackles and stretches until Jensen feels like he's going to fly apart in a million different directions.
Just when he's about to give in, Jared leans back, away, and Jensen grits his teeth in frustration.
Jared's eyes are dark, and his lips are slightly parted, and he looks like he's about to say something when someone squeals and says, "Ohmygawd, Amy, it is them!"
They both turn, and there are two girls standing in front of them, a brunette and a redhead. The brunette's smile is warm and knowing, and beside him, Jared says, all low and breathy, "Well I'll be goddamned."
The brunette shoves her hands in her pockets, tilts her hips to one side, raises her shoulders around her ears and says, "Hey, there, stranger."
Jensen turns to see a soft, dopey smile on Jared's face.
"Hey yourself," Jared says, sounding incredibly young. Then the girl is in his arms, and she looks so tiny next to Jared, and Jensen feels the whole scene like a kick to the nuts.
He remembers Jared mentioning once, a "pretty little thing back home" that he probably would have married had they not been sixteen. Jensen is guessing that this is the girl.
"Rachel. God." Jared takes a step back, and he's still smiling. "I thought you were at school."
"I was. I'm just home for the weekend." She turns to the redhead. "This is my roommate, Amy. She totally didn't believe that I knew you!"
"Nice to meet you," Jared says. Then he turns to Jensen like he just remembered he was there. "This is Jensen. Jensen, this is Rachel, my ahhh..."
"His ex. And I know who this is." She holds out her hand and smiles, and there's a dimple in her chin that's irritatingly endearing. "I'm a fan."
Jensen takes her hand and kisses it. "Then the feeling's mutual." He gives her his most dashing smile and she blushes. He gives Amy the same treatment, and Jensen is starting to feel like he's on solid ground again, because pretty, blushing girls are familiar territory.
"Such a charmer!"
"Yeah. Sometimes he's too charming for his own good," Jared answers, and his pleasant tone seems to be strained, but that might just be wishful thinking on Jensen's part.
"No such thing." Jensen flashes him a sharp smile that melts into an easy grin when he turns back to the girls. They both smile again, because Jensen knows what he's got going for him, and he knows how to work his boy-next-door appeal to its fullest.
"C'mon," Rachel says in her pretty, melodic twang. "I want you to meet the rest of my girls."
Jensen grabs another beer before following Rachel, Amy and Jared over the group in the corner. He feels that double-fisting isn't unreasonable at this point in the night. Not with Jared smiling like that, and Rachel being too cute for words. He also wonders when he became such a fucking girl.
Goddamn Jared.
***
It seems like forever later, and they're still trapped in the middle of a crowd. Jared's friends and Rachel's friends. Jared's friends, the single ones, anyway, trying to hit on the girls, and Rachel's friends taking turns pawing at Jared, who is doing nothing to discourage them.
Jensen, for his part, finally succeeds in getting Amy away from the pack and onto the dance floor. Amy, with the sweet smile and the sweeter body. Jensen has been half-hard all night and he'll be damned if he isn't getting laid soon. And Amy is sending out all the right signals, pressing her body against his, running her hands up under his shirt and then down until they're tucked into his back pockets, which is just fine with Jensen.
He's about to suggest that they get out of here when Rachel appears next to them, smiling sweetly as she pulls Amy away from Jensen, saying something about "girl talk." When Jensen looks over at Jared, Jared is frowning and Jensen knows he's just been cock-blocked like a little bitch.
So Jensen flips Jared off and walks a little further into the crowd on the dance floor. It takes about two whole seconds for Jensen to get a new dance partner. Two, in fact. A cute pixieish girl in front of him, and someone decidedly more masculine pressed against his back.
Jensen leans against the body behind him, reaches back and places his hand on the guy's neck and just enjoys himself. It's been awhile since Jensen's been with another guy, and when the guy grinds against him, Jensen thinks, Oh, yeah. This'll work.
Before Jensen can do anything more, though, someone grabs his wrist, which is not cool. Jensen is about to tell the guy to fuck off, but when he turns, he sees it's Jared.
"We're going," is all Jared says. He gives the guy Jensen was dancing with the coldest "fuck off" glare Jensen's ever seen.
Jensen wants to argue, but there are already a few people watching, and the last thing he needs is for "WB STARS LOVER'S SPAT" to show up on the blogosphere tomorrow. So he leaves it at jerking his arm away from Jensen's grasp, and then turning to wink at his dance partners before following Jared outside.
As it turns out, Rachel is waiting to give them a ride. Jensen leans in a little and whispers, "I can get lost for awhile if you'd like."
"Fuck you," Jared whispers back before claiming shotgun.
So Jensen watches from the back seat, some silent conversation between Jared and Rachel, Jared's mouth pressed into a thin, hard line. Rachel's hand resting on Jared's thigh.
When they reach the house, Jensen jumps out of the car, then leans over and tells Rachel, "It was a pleasure."
Her smile is a little less warm this time.
***
"What, you didn't want to make a night of it, so you figured nobody else should?" Jensen asks as Jared finally joins him on the front porch.
"Shut up, Jen." Jared unlocks the door and goes inside without another word.
"You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!" Jensen calls after him. "There is absolutely no way you are pulling this prissy fuckin' bitch act with me after you've been..." He waves his hand in the air. "All night long!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't understand mime. You're gonna hafta explain this." Jared mimics Jensen's hand wave, then pulls a jar of salsa out of the fridge and slams it on the counter with almost comical force.
"SPEAKING SPANISH!" Jensen yells.
Jared blinks at him, and then gives him a short, disbelieving laugh. "What?"
"I'm going to take a shower." Jensen stalks off to the bathroom, because he feels really stupid, and needs an excuse to be by himself for a while.
***
The hot water feels good, and Jensen doesn't realize how gritty he felt until he washes it all away. But the soap smells like Jared and Jensen refuses to think about it, because Jared is nothing but a fucking tease and Jensen's just about done being jerked around. He's Jensen Fucking Ackles and he is never without a willing lay, goddammit! He doesn't need some pouty-mouthed, freakishly tall, puppy-eyed costar--he just doesn't!
Jensen grabs his towel and dries off roughly, then realizes he didn't bring any clothes into the bathroom with him. He sighs and wraps the towel around his waist and opens the bathroom door.
Jared is in the hallway, leaning against the wall, and it strikes Jensen then, that thing that's different about Jared in San Antonio. That core of predatory confidence that Jensen only ever catches glimpses of in Vancouver is all on the surface here. Which means that Jared is leaning there all sleek, cocky and totally self-assured that he's going to get whatever the hell he wants.
And Jensen is mad enough to be thinking, Fuck that! when Jared just reaches out, his hand hot against the small of Jensen's back, and Jared tastes like salsa and alcohol and smoke, and every reason why this is a bad idea flies out of Jensen's head as Jared's tongue sweeps into his mouth.
Jensen's hands move down to the waist of Jared's jeans immediately, and he's only just started to undo them when Jared pulls back and says, "Whoa. Slow down there, cowboy."
"What?" Jensen looks up from Jared's Texas belt buckle to see an oddly shy expression on his face.
"I, um. I'm kind of saving myself. For marriage." Jared looks down and away. "I thought maybe we could kiss. Cuddle a little."
It's been a long, frustrating day and night, and Jensen is seriously considering crying when Jared starts to laugh.
"Jensen! We've talked about sex before. You know I’m not a virgin." He grabs Jensen's shoulders and flips them around so that Jensen's back is to the wall. "You like the Spanish, huh?"
"I hate you," Jensen says. "Let me count the ways I hate you."
Jared sinks to his knees and pulls Jensen's towel off.
"Um, okay." Jensen leans his head against the wall and says, "I take back numbers one through five."
There's no warning before Jared is sucking his cock and it's just so good in ways that Jensen can't even comprehend. Jared has a mouth that is made for this, and he knows how to use it. Hot, wet, bobbing his head, the perfect amount of pressure, and Jensen feels like he's back in high school, getting his first blowjob. Like he had no idea anything in the world could feel this perfect.
Jensen threads his fingers through Jared's hair, which is silky-soft, softer than it looks, and hits his head against the wall. He looks down, but he can only watch for a few seconds at a time if he wants to last long enough to avoid embarrassing himself.
Jared's tongue presses against the underside of Jensen's cock, and then he pulls back, swirling it around the head, and it makes Jensen weak in the knees. Jared looks up at Jensen through his girl-pretty lashes, his eyes dark and dirty with all kinds of promise, and Jensen can't look away. He feels caught, and something clenches in his chest.
"Jared," Jensen breathes, and Jared looks away, sinks back down onto Jensen's cock. Down, past the point where Jensen expects him to stop, and Jensen's eyes roll back as he tugs at Jared's hair. "Jared. I'm gonna come."
Jared moans as he pulls off, and he barely gets his fingers around Jensen's cock before Jensen is coming, his eyes squeezed shut, his fingers still tangled in Jared's hair.
The only thing Jensen can hear is the sound of his own breathing, the blood rushing through his ears, and it's dark because his eyes are still closed. He feels Jared wipe his stomach off with the towel, and he looks down to see Jared studying the floor.
"Um. Thanks," Jensen says stupidly, and Jared laughs and stands up.
"You're welcome," Jared says. He grabs Jensen's hips and pulls him close, and whispers, "Don't think, though, that you're not going to reciprocate."
Jensen snorts. "Whatever, dude. For as big of a tease as you've been all day, you owed me that."
"Okay, well, goodnight then," Jared says. Jensen grabs Jared's shirt before he realizes that Jared's made no move to walk away, and Jared laughs. "That's what I thought."
"You're such a dick," Jensen says.
"Ah, but you love it." Jared pushes at Jensen's hip until he's turned facing the end of the hall, and says, "Bedroom."
Jensen is willing to admit, if only to himself, that he sort of enjoys the manhandling, so he starts walking, but turns when he realizes that Jared isn't following him.
Jared just smiles and says, "Don't mind me, I'm just enjoyin' the view."
***
Jared's bedroom is at the end of the hall, an odd mixture of his childhood things, and storage for his folks. That weird middle ground in a room's evolution from kid's bedroom to guest/sewing room. Jensen stands by the bed and stares until he hears Jared walk in behind him.
Suddenly, standing naked in a room with a Xena poster still on the wall, a well-loved teddy bear in the desk chair, and a pile of fabric bolts stacked in the corner, Jensen feels really, really awkward. He wishes he still had his towel with him.
"Xena?" He asks, turning to see Jared leaning against the doorframe. I like the way he's always leaning against stuff, Jensen thinks idly.
Jared shrugs. "She's hot." Then he grins evilly and shuts the door, and there is a Dark Angel poster with Jessica staring out at them.
"You are one sick fuck, you know that?"
Jared's response is to start unbuttoning his shirt, and Jensen's mouth goes dry.
"You've been messing with me this whole time, haven't you?"
"Maybe." Jared tilts his head as he looks at Jensen and smiles. "You mad?"
Jensen swallows and says, "That depends on how you plan on makin' it up to me."
"I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't walk." Jared casually shucks his shirt. "I thought I mentioned that earlier."
Which sends a shock of lust through Jensen's body, until he remembers-- "I'm not a bottom."
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm..." Jensen trails off as he watches Jared push his pants and boxers down over his hips. "That's...impressive."
Jared pushes Jensen onto the bed, then crawls over him, between his thighs and Jensen just sort of lets him. "I'll be gentle."
"Fuck you." Jensen shoves at Jared's shoulder and then arches up as Jared kisses his neck. It seems like Jared's hands are everywhere, making it impossible for Jensen to think clearly. Jared has huge hands, rough and soft in different places, and Jensen is already achingly hard again.
Jared kisses Jensen until he feels dizzy. Then he leans down and whispers, "I'll stop if you really want me to," as his hand slips between Jensen's legs, his fingers brushing over Jensen's hole. "Tell me to stop."
It's a dare, and Jensen shuts his eyes and presses into Jared's touch and says, "Stop."
"No." The amusement is clear in Jared's voice, but Jensen is too far gone to be annoyed.
Jared's mouth is gone then, and Jensen opens his eyes to see Jared leaning over the edge of the bed. He pulls back up a moment later, holding a shaving kit. "Essentials."
Jensen raises his eyebrow and says, "Uhhhh," until Jared pulls out a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms. Then Jensen feels a moment of relief that Jared wasn't about to ask if he could tie Jensen up and shave his whole body. But the whole bottom issue is still apparently unresolved. "Seriously, man. I've never--"
"You've never had the right partner."
Jensen is annoyed at the presumption, but at the same time, he's kind of intrigued. Jared isn't usually overly cocky about something unless he's pretty damned sure of himself. The idea that Jared is that sure of himself about this is enough of a turn-on for Jensen to consider it. That and the possessive edge to Jared's voice.
Jared leans back down and says, "Trust me."
And the bitch of it is that Jensen does, so he nods and watches as Jared rolls on the condom and then picks up the bottle of lube.
"Shouldn't there be more, y'know, foreplay?" Jensen asks, because he trusts Jared, but he wouldn't mind a little more time to get used to the idea.
Jared's sharp smile is back, and he flips open the lid on the bottle. "What do you think today was all about?"
Jensen groans and closes his eyes as a dozen scenarios flicker through his mind of being on the set with Jared, hard through a twelve-hour shoot just because Jared wants to top that night. "Abuse of power."
Jared makes a noise that could be agreement, or approval, or something else entirely. His hands are pressing Jensen's thighs apart, and then there's a slick finger at Jensen's hole. Jensen squeezes his eyes shut tighter and twists his hands in the blankets beneath him as he tries to relax while Jared strokes his finger in and out of Jensen's body.
Then there's nothing, and Jensen can hear Jared rustling around, but he doesn't open his eyes until he feels Jared's presence over him. He takes a deep breath and nods, is distracted enough as the pink tip of Jared's tongue darts out to wet his lips that the sudden pressure is a shock. Jared freezes at the noise Jensen can't help but make, and Jensen takes a few deep breaths before nodding again.
The pressure is weird, uncomfortable, but not as painful as Jensen expected. Jared stops again when his body is flush against Jensen's, and leans down, licks and bites at Jensen's lips until they're kissing again. Slow, long, consuming kisses, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Jensen thinks that he could get off on just this, the sheer dominance and possession of Jared's mouth.
Jared starts to roll his hips against Jensen, slow and languid like his kisses, sending jolts of pleasure up Jensen's spine until Jensen is whimpering into Jared's mouth. Clutching at Jared's shoulders, arching against him because it's not enough.
Jared scrapes his teeth against Jensen's bottom lip as he pulls away, and Jensen makes a frustrated noise when Jared continues his shallow thrusts.
"Jared."
The smile Jared gives him is triumphant, and he leans down and whispers, "What do you want?"
"Don't be a dick," Jensen grits out. "You know."
Jared doesn't say anything else, though Jensen can feel a huff of laughter against his neck. Then Jared pulls out and thrusts back in, hard and fast and Jensen's eyes roll back because Jared hits that spot that Jensen half believed was a myth.
"Yes," Jensen hisses as Jared does it again. His fingers dig into Jared's shoulders, and he wraps his legs around Jared's body as Jared sets a tempo that has Jensen seeing stars every other second. "Fuck, Jared. God."
Jensen can't quite bring himself to beg with words, but he can't keep from begging in every other way possible. Every move he makes is Fuck! Yes! and Harder! and Jared responds until Jensen thinks that he really might have trouble walking in the morning.
"Jesus, Jen," Jared whispers. "So long." He reaches down and wraps his fingers around Jensen's cock.
It only takes one stroke before Jensen is coming, his toes curled, his fingers digging into Jared's arms hard enough to leave marks.
"Jen," Jared says again. His voice sounds broken as he thrusts against Jensen, then stills, and Jensen can feel Jared's body shaking against him.
It seems like forever and way too soon when Jared pulls away. Jensen postpones looking at him by grabbing a handful of tissues from the box on the nightstand and cleaning himself up the best he can. He feels the covers shift under him as Jared settles back in the bed, and Jensen finally turns to look. He snorts at the pleased grin on Jared's face, and then rolls his eyes.
"Whatever," Jared says. "Tell me that wasn't a good time."
Jensen thinks about it for a moment before joining Jared under the covers. If Jared wants him to go back to the guest room, he's going to have to say so. "It was all right," he finally admits as Jared's arm settles around his waist. "I've never had a threesome with someone and their ego before."
Jared smiles, and nuzzles against Jensen's neck, then whispers:
"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."
Jensen turns to look at Jared, whose smile has lost its cocky edge, making him look disconcertingly young. "What was that?"
"Love Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda. The, uh...it's the poem I recited in Spanish at the bar." Jared almost looks bashful admitting it.
"Who knew you were such a closet romantic?" Jensen teases.
Jared shrugs and yawns, his eyelids drooping. "Worked, didn't it?" He tucks his chin against Jensen's shoulder as his eyes shut completely.
Jensen smiles at the thought that Jared was wooing him. "You really didn't have to try that hard."
"I know." Jared shrugs again. "Figured you were worth a little effort."
"Oh," Jensen whispers.
Jared's body is like a giant furnace, and Jensen thinks that it should be uncomfortable, but it just makes him feel pleasantly heavy and sleepy.
***
The room is obnoxiously yellow, lit by the sunshine filtering through the blinds, and when Jensen tries to turn over, he finds himself pinned down. He opens his eyes, and sees that Jared is still asleep, his mouth hanging open, his hair sticking out in all directions.
Jensen smiles and slides out from beneath Jared's arm, as slowly as possible to keep from waking him. He walks down to the hall to the bathroom, stopping to retrieve the towel they'd left in the hallway.
It tastes like something died in his mouth, so Jensen brushes his teeth before heading back to the bedroom.
He slides back into bed, then jumps a little when Jared's eyes suddenly open.
"Had to piss," Jensen says by way of explanation, and Jared laughs, then scrunches his nose and Jensen will never in a million years admit how adorable that is.
"Did you brush your teeth?"
Jensen shrugs. "I was already in there. Where are you going?" he asks as Jared rolls out of bed.
"Well I have to go brush mine," Jared calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the room.
Jensen laughs and flops over onto his back and waits for Jared to come back. He shuts his eyes, and a lazy sense of contentment quickly settles over him, only to be disturbed a few minutes later when Jared comes back into the room and jumps onto the bed. Jensen looks up to see Jared straddling him, his expression playful. He reminds Jensen of a big puppy, though to be fair, that's almost always the case.
"Morning," Jared says with minty-fresh breath.
"Tell me you are not a morning person," Jensen says. He flinches when a drop of cold water lands on his cheek, then laughs. "Did you fix your hair?"
Jared ducks his head, then shakes it, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. He stops, then shrugs and says, "I wanted to look pretty." He settles his body against Jensen's, and whispers, "Good morning."
Jensen settles his hand on the back of Jared's neck, twines his fingers through the short curls there. "This is a bad idea. You know that, right?"
"I know." Jared's smile fades a little, and he leans in. "I was kinda hoping you wouldn't notice, though."
It's worse than a bad idea, Jensen thinks, because this feels comfortable already, like way more than fucking around with a coworker. It's a bad idea, even if it seems like a good one right now.
He studies Jared's face, and hopes that this isn't going to come back to bite them on the ass. "I guess you'll just have to find a way to keep me from thinking about it then," he finally says.
Jared tilts his head and pretends to consider. "However will I manage?" Then he starts talking, and Jensen knows he's going to regret letting Jared know just how much he likes the Spanish.
"What was that?" Jensen asks when Jared stops, and Jared's answering smile scares him a little.
"It's my evil plan for Jensen domination."
"Whatever, dude. Last night didn't prove anything," Jensen says as Jared works his way down Jensen's body. "I’m not a bottom."
"Yeah." Jared's voice is entirely too smug. "You really are."