Down to the Root - Dentist!AU, Jared/Jensen RPS, NC-17
Title: Down to the Root
Author: thelonejuliet
Characters: Jared, Jensen, other CW actors
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 3,579
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M sex, slight bit on angst going on
Disclaimer: These people belong only to themselves, folks. What I'm making them do, well, yeah, that's all in my sick head.
Beta: confused_one06
Author's Note(s): Second part of the Dentist!AU
Thanks to mss_celestal for the wonderful idea, and input, and the icon, and the banner, and for being all-out wonderful! :)
All fics found here or here!
Previous Parts of the Dentist!verse found here!
Summary: Jared goes in for his second appointment.
Jared cleared his throat, trying to catch the attention of the receptionist, Kristen, who was on the phone, gabbing about something. When that didn’t work, he hit the little bell on the counter again. That didn’t work either, so he did both at the same time and, finally, she looked up, annoyed.
When Kristen saw that it was a patient and not some random person, she blushed furiously and hung up on whatever sorority girl she was talking to. “Can I help you?” she asked sheepishly.
Jared rolled his eyes, still too irritated with himself from the previous night to care about manners. “I’m Jared Padalecki. I have a two o’clock appointment with Je - Dr. Ackles.”
Jared watched, a little confused, as Kristen’s eyes widened comically and she let out a soft “Oh!” Then, without a word to Jared, she got up from her chair and all but ran into the depths of the office, where the exam rooms were. He didn’t have to wait long to figure out what was going on because, 15 seconds later, he heard loud giggling and Allison, the assistant from the day before, followed Kristen back out to the desk.
Jared groaned. Great, just great. They probably all knew what had happened, how he’d managed to offend Jensen…Dr. Ackles…oh, whatever. And, now they were laughing. He wondered what exactly had been said about it…
“He’ll be with you in a minute, Mr. Padalecki. If you’ll just follow me, we can get you set up,” Allison said, playfully.
Jared just nodded and followed the blonde down the hallway to a room, labeled “Procedure.” He sat down in the chair, and Allison left him alone. A few minutes later, Jensen Ackles walked in, looking much worse for wear. He looked as upset as Jared felt. There were bags under his eyes, which didn’t have the shine they’d had the day before.
“Hi, Jensen,” Jared ventured.
“It’s Dr. Ackles,” was the mumbled, detached response.
Dr. Ackles didn’t even look him in the eye, just strode over to a chair in the corner of the room. When he spoke, he stared down at the clipboard in his hand. “Mr. Padalecki, I just need to go over some things with you first, make sure things are clear. Then, you need to sign these papers, covering liability. Your insurance covers most of this, but I’m assuming you can pay the rest of the balance?”
He paused, waiting for an answer. Jared, too busy staring again, meekly nodded his head. “Okay, good. We’re going to give you a sedative for this, just to be safe. Usually, we would just use a local and be done with it, but the tooth is pretty bad and with a man of your size, you might still be able to feel - and we don’t want to cause any discomfort.”
When Jared snorted at the last part, the doctor finally looked up. And, he wasn’t happy. “I’m sorry, Mr. Padalecki, did I say something funny?”
Jared, fearful of the fiery look in the doctor’s eyes, shook his head. “No,” he choked out. “It’s just that I’m already pretty uncomfortable.”
This time, Jensen snorted, and promptly returned his gaze to the clipboard. “Well,” he huffed, “maybe you should have thought of that last night. Now, there will…”
“No, don’t change the subject,” Jared interrupted, annoyance seeping out. “I didn’t do anything wrong last night. I made a joke - you’re the one who got all touchy.”
“Touchy?” Jensen, speaking quietly but in a voice that demanded respect, stood up and the clipboard clattered to the floor. “Well, excuse me if I don’t particularly like people joking around about my sexual preference. If you must know, Mr. Padalecki, my being gay is exactly what landed me here in Austin. My being gay is what forced me to run away from home. And, yeah, I probably overreacted because how the hell could you have known? But, it’s not something I take lightly when I’ve been ridiculed and shunned for over a year because I happen to like men. Now, I had hopes for you, Mr. Padalecki -”
“Can we cut it with the ‘Mister’ crap? It’s Jared.”
“- fine, Jared, I liked you, I did. But, last night effectively ruined all that, so if you don’t mind, I would like to get through this embarrassing situation, fix your goddamned tooth and send you on your way. Is that okay with you?”
Jared suddenly couldn’t find his voice. Jensen liked him? As in, liked him liked him? Whoa. Even in his shock, he felt his heart pounding; he remembered the current that passed through him when they first touched, though he hadn’t known what it meant. Now, he knew. After two years of solitude, he might have a chance at a relationship again.
“You liked me? Past tense?” he finally managed to force out.
Jensen sighed, and sat back down in his chair, head in his hands. “I figured my reaction last night showed you I was a nutcase.”
Jared started to laugh at that - because, yeah, that’s exactly what he’d thought. But, then he remembered something that Tom Welling had told him, something about one of his cases, last year…the one that was plastered across news stations…
“You’re the Dallas guy, aren’t you? Tom Welling’s client?”
Jensen looked up, face contorted in fear. “You, uh…you know about that?”
Jared nodded slowly, eyes never leaving Jensen’s face. “Yeah, Tom helped us pay for the club when we got it last year. He couldn’t take much part in the construction and decorating of it, though, because he had to keep commuting to Dallas for some case…Wow, you…I…I’m sorry.”
Jensen smiled faintly, a ghost of the real thing, and his face lost some of the haggard look. He shrugged. “It’s not so bad now that it’s over, I guess. It was just tough…knowing I was in the right…”
He trailed off, then shook his head and picked up the clipboard again, now in a slightly better mood. Jared felt his heart skip a beat, feeling sympathy for the man, mixing in with the attraction.
“Can we start over?”
The words were out of his mouth before he even knew he wanted to say them aloud. Jensen looked up from his papers again, confused - and maybe a little shocked.
“I, uh…what?”
“Can we start over?” Jared repeated, with more conviction. “Can we just erase last night and the disaster it was and start over? We could actually go out, like…on a date or something…”
He knew he was blushing under Jensen’s intense gaze, but didn’t care. He was tired of passing up on potential good opportunities - and in spite of the issues, Jensen seemed like a damn good one.
Holding his breath, he watched a full-scale war play out on Jensen’s face. He tried to recall the details about the court case. Jensen Ackles had a lawsuit filed against him…something having to do with a patient…
“Yeah,” Jensen whispered, after a few moments, bringing Jared out of the depths of his thoughts. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
And, then he smiled, that beautiful, blinding one that Jared had been mesmerized by the day before. Jared couldn’t help but return it, letting his breath out in a rush.
“Okay, Dr. Ackles, where were we?”
Jensen looked confused for a second, stuck in his own head, before he shook it. “Oh, right. Uh…okay, in the room, there will be two nurses and myself, just in case something were to go wrong, there’s plenty of backup….
Jared wandered off, only half paying attention to what was being said, offering up answers when he felt they were needed. What had been the big deal about Jensen being gay? Had he dated one of his patients and been called into an ethical dilemma for it? Surely, that wouldn’t have been all that newsworthy, not if it was a mutual situation.
Or had it even been mutual? Maybe Jensen had pressured one of his patients into something they didn’t want? But one look at the man had Jared thoroughly convinced that wasn’t the case. Jensen Ackles just seemed like such a bleeding heart, feeling everything even when it wasn’t his to feel. He’d never do something that awful to someone. It wasn’t even fathomable.
“…you’ll sign this form and we can get started. …Mr. Padalecki? …Jared?”
Jared jumped, realizing that he had completely spaced out. He cleared his throat. “Sorry…what?”
Jensen gave him a funny look and repeated himself, slowly as though he were speaking to a child. “I said. That once you sign this consent form, we can start…Are you okay?”
Jared nodded, quickly. “Yes, fine. I’ll sign it. Anything to stop having to deal with this stupid tooth.”
Jensen smiled at him, but the action didn’t reach his eyes. Jared started to wonder if maybe his thoughts had been written all over his face. But, no, that was impossible. And, unless Jensen was a mind reader, there’s no way he could have known…no way at all.
All thoughts of Jensen’s experiences in Dallas were pushed away as the doctor and two assistants, Allison and a new girl named Erika, began preparing for his root canal. He was given the sedative via injection and, though it wasn’t meant to put him under, he immediately began to feel sleepy.
Before Dr. Ackles even tried to use the local anesthetic, he was out cold.
* * *
Three days after Jared’s root canal, he had finally called Jensen so they could go out. As Jensen pulled up to the Italian restaurant and killed the engine, the argument that he’d been dealing with started fresh in his head. Jared was now officially a patient, not just a random hot guy; the ethical implications of a dinner with him - the blowjob in the back room notwithstanding - were not good, to say the least.
But, as he saw Jared, looking good in black slacks and a blue oxford, make his way up to the doors, the other side of the argument won out. Jared wanted him, liked him, and if something were to go wrong, Jensen felt fairly safe that he wouldn’t be put in the same position as back home - Jared wouldn’t do that to him.
So, he climbed out of the car, and made his way to the hulking figure that was trying to look very non-hulk-like, hands shoved in his pockets. He could feel himself beginning to smile like a complete fool, but he didn’t care. Jared just seemed to have that effect on people.
“Hey,” Jared said as Jensen stepped up, flashing a blinding smile, tension immediately fading.
Jensen could feel his own smile get even bigger. “Hey,” he responded, “shall we go?”
Jared nodded and the date was on. They mostly made small talk through dinner, talking about sports, Texas heat, their childhoods - and, of course, Jared’s dental habits. With each passing second, Jensen could feel himself slipping, on the verge of something he couldn’t name and wasn’t sure he was really ready for.
Two and a half hours later, when dinner was over, they stood next to Jared’s pickup, saying goodnight and blushing like schoolgirls. Jensen found that he couldn’t hold Jared’s gaze for too long, remembering all too well the feeling of their mouths sliding together, of Jared’s hands touching him, and wondering how they’d feel on his bare skin, all layers removed.
“So,” Jared murmured. “Uh…goodnight?”
There was a hesitancy in his voice, and a question Jensen automatically knew the answer to.
He stepped into the younger man’s space, and stretched up to kiss the lips he’d been staring at all night, dreaming about for days. Jared made a small sound of surprise, but immediately wrapped his arms around Jensen, pulling their bodies flush together. Jensen reached up to thread his fingers in the curly strands at the nape of Jared’s neck, keeping them in place.
Jensen wasn’t sure if he’s the one that pried open their mouths, or if it was Jared, but he was sure that he was the one that moaned when their tongues came into contact. Or maybe it was both of them. Not that it really mattered beyond the fact that Jared’s tongue was swirling around his so deliciously his mouth could have been watering. Well. If it weren’t otherwise occupied.
Jensen could faintly taste the ravioli Jared had eaten for dinner, as well as traces of the wine they’d shared after. He chased it around Jared’s mouth, aching for something more substantial to explode across his taste buds, that taste that he’d had the other night, something altogether and uniquely Jared.
Jared’s grip on his waist tightened, and Jensen was pulled impossibly closer to the taller man. Jensen let his hands wander down, across the broad back, the amazing biceps; he could feel the muscles ripple underneath his fingers.
As he let his hands rest on Jared’s hips, Jared pulled away with a whispered, “Holy. Fuck.”
Jensen laughed. “Yeah, that sounds ‘bout right,” he responded, leaning his forehead against Jared’s.
The two men stood there for a minute, looking in each other’s eyes, like the girls Jensen refused to turn into. Then, he angled his head again, placing a barely-there kiss on Jared’s lips.
“So,” he murmured, “your place okay? Chris and Steve are still at mine…”
Jared grinned so wide, so suddenly, that Jensen was almost afraid of his face splitting in two.
“My place sounds great.” He pulled back and started to climb into his truck. “Hop in.”
“But…I gotta work in the morning…”
Jared gave Jensen a quizzical look, touched with a plethora of amusement. “Uh, Jensen…Tomorrow’s Saturday.”
Jensen immediately felt himself start to blush and hoped that it wasn’t visible in the near-darkness of the parking lot. “R-right,” he stammered, noticing how quickly he was becoming the schoolgirl again. “S-so…I’ll just…yeah.”
He stopped talking and nearly ran around the car, climbing up into the passenger side. He clicked his seatbelt shut and put his hands in his lap, desperately willing his erection to calm down, just a little, until they made it back to Jared’s apartment, to his bed. Or couch. Or kitchen table. Y’know, whatever.
A mere two seconds after locking the front door, Jared had Jensen pressed against the oak structure, a thigh wedged between his legs, hands everywhere at once, mouths forced together in an endless battle. Jensen’s heart was pounding against his ribcage, blood roaring in his ears, as he pressed back up against Jared, hands untucking the dress shirt and sliding underneath, finally getting his hands on smooth, heated skin.
Jared arched into the touch, sliding his knee along the bulge in Jensen’s slacks until he was writhing against the door. Finally, Jensen pulled away enough to force out, “Not gonna last…you keep doing that…”
Jared seemed to agree, and separated himself completely from Jensen, which drew a whimper from the older man’s lips. Jared grabbed his hand and pulled him down the short hallway to a large bedroom with a queen-sized bed that was just begging to be messed up.
Jared, in a surprisingly gentle move, pulled Jensen against him again and kissed him, slowly. He led them back to the bed, laying Jensen down and following, mouths never losing contact. Somewhere along the way, Jared had managed to completely unbutton Jensen’s shirt, and Jensen sat up to shuck the offending material before doing likewise to the younger man.
The first skin-on-skin contact as Jared lay back down caused a moan to transfer from Jensen’s mouth to Jared’s and a current straight down to his dick. He vaguely felt Jared’s dick give an answering twitch.
All of a sudden, in the middle of the removal of pants and underwear, Jared stopped kissing Jensen and pulled away. Jensen whimpered again, not even caring to cover it up.
“Jen,” Jared whispered above him, looking completely debauched with his lust-blown eyes and kiss-swollen lips, hair mussed up from Jensen’s fingers. “Which one do you…”
He trailed off and even in the darkness of the bedroom, Jensen could see the blush making its way down his neck. He was confused for a second, until Jared’s unspoken question dawned on him - and fear immediately began clawing its way into his heart. The last person he’d bottomed for was…
Stifling that thought, Jensen whispered back, “Which do you prefer?”
If it was possible, Jared seemed to flush even darker. “Well, I…uh…kinawayouime.”
Jensen had to process that one for a second, before he eloquently uttered, “Huh?”
Jared huffed a laugh. “Don’t make me repeat that…it just sounds so gay.”
“Uh, Jared?”
“Yeah?”
“We are gay.”
Jared laughed at that, nodding. “Yeah, okay. I, uh…I…want you. In me…Please?”
Jensen would have started laughing, too, if the look in Jared’s eyes wasn’t so sincere. And, if he weren’t so relieved at not being forced into a panic attack…
So, he just nodded and reached into Jared’s underwear, which was somehow still on, to wrap his fingers around Jared’s cock. He got a few slow strokes in before Jared was pulling away and ridding them both of their remaining clothing.
He walked, giving Jensen a very nice view of a very nice ass, over to a chest of drawers and rummaging around. Not 10 seconds later, he was crawling back on top of Jensen, who hadn’t bothered to move from his position, sprawled across Jared’s black comforter. Leaning down to kiss the older man, he nonchalantly slipped the lube into his hand.
Jensen nodded, motioning wordlessly for Jared to lie down underneath him. He popped open the bottle and poured a generous amount on his fingers before slipping one of them into the tight heat between Jared’s legs. Jared grimaced, and Jensen used his other hand to stroke his dick, trying to balance out the pain with pleasure. He could feel Jared responding to both hands, writhing on top of the bed.
He quickly added another finger, scissoring them back and forth. Then, came a third and Jensen finally stopped concentrating to look up at Jared’s face. He was taken aback by the look in his eyes. It was more than just lust, it was…meaningful. That’s the only word Jensen had time to think of before his fingers rubbed against Jared’s prostate and the younger man was arching off the bed; the sight was hot enough to make every coherent thought fly out of his brain.
“How do you wanna do this?”
“I, uh…” Jared was blushing again. “It’s been a while, so maybe…on my hands and knees? Might be easier…”
Jensen smiled, feeling a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to look at Jared’s face entirely, and moved back, pulling his fingers out in the process, making Jared whine. Jared maneuvered himself into position, and Jensen scooted forward again, grabbing onto Jared’s hip with one hand and slicking himself up with the other.
“You ready?” he asked, the blunt head of his cock barely resting against Jared’s ass.
Jared nodded and Jensen began to slide in slowly, trying not to hurt Jared, which was a real test to his endurance. The velvety muscles surrounding his cock felt so good, so tight, that he had to summon every ounce of strength he had not to just thrust in.
When he was as deep as he could go, he stopped and leaned over, placing a kiss between the sweaty shoulder blades tensed up in front of him. He reached around and stroked Jared’s cock again, relishing in the way Jared’s breath started coming out faster.
Jared made the first move, swiveling his hips, making Jensen moan into his skin. Then, Jensen pulled back out, until just the head was hidden and thrust back in. Jared moved with him, moaning. Jensen sped up, both his thrusts and his strokes on Jared, gradually, urged on by Jared’s encouragements, directions, and whispers of his name.
Apparently it had been far too long for both of them - Jared came with a loud cry not too long after Jensen had breached his opening; Jensen followed not a minute after, muffling Jared’s name into his back.
Jared let his arms collapse and Jensen barely stopped himself before he crushed Jared. Instead, he pulled out, wincing at the over-stimulation on his spent dick, and fell to the side, sneaking his arm across Jared’s stomach.
Jared pulled Jensen’s face close to his and pressed their lips together, soft at first. Jensen moaned into the kiss and opened his mouth, inviting. Jared accepted, slipping his tongue, dueling with Jensen’s own, languidly yet passionately.
Several minutes later, Jared pulled away and got them both underneath the covers. Jensen immediately settled back in, all but burying his face in the crook of Jared’s neck. Jared didn’t complain, just tightened his arms around Jensen and sighed, seemingly happy.
Just as Jensen was drifting off into Dreamland - that, really, couldn’t be any better than the present moment - Jared spoke.
“Jen?” he whispered into the sated silence.
Jensen grunted, thinking that should be answer enough.
Jared’s huff of laughter blew across Jensen’s head. “I just…” He stopped, absently rubbing his hands along Jensen’s back and arm.
“Thank you,” he whispered, after a few moments, “for letting me fix the offense. I mean, I…just, yeah. Thanks.”
Jensen smiled, though he knew Jared couldn’t see, and nodded. He meant to respond verbally, but after kissing Jared’s neck once, twice, he fell into a dreamless, sated sleep.
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Feedback's greatly appreciated! I'm still getting used to this whole RPS thing, lol.
Author: thelonejuliet
Characters: Jared, Jensen, other CW actors
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 3,579
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M sex, slight bit on angst going on
Disclaimer: These people belong only to themselves, folks. What I'm making them do, well, yeah, that's all in my sick head.
Beta: confused_one06
Author's Note(s): Second part of the Dentist!AU
Thanks to mss_celestal for the wonderful idea, and input, and the icon, and the banner, and for being all-out wonderful! :)
All fics found here or here!
Previous Parts of the Dentist!verse found here!
Summary: Jared goes in for his second appointment.
Jared cleared his throat, trying to catch the attention of the receptionist, Kristen, who was on the phone, gabbing about something. When that didn’t work, he hit the little bell on the counter again. That didn’t work either, so he did both at the same time and, finally, she looked up, annoyed.
When Kristen saw that it was a patient and not some random person, she blushed furiously and hung up on whatever sorority girl she was talking to. “Can I help you?” she asked sheepishly.
Jared rolled his eyes, still too irritated with himself from the previous night to care about manners. “I’m Jared Padalecki. I have a two o’clock appointment with Je - Dr. Ackles.”
Jared watched, a little confused, as Kristen’s eyes widened comically and she let out a soft “Oh!” Then, without a word to Jared, she got up from her chair and all but ran into the depths of the office, where the exam rooms were. He didn’t have to wait long to figure out what was going on because, 15 seconds later, he heard loud giggling and Allison, the assistant from the day before, followed Kristen back out to the desk.
Jared groaned. Great, just great. They probably all knew what had happened, how he’d managed to offend Jensen…Dr. Ackles…oh, whatever. And, now they were laughing. He wondered what exactly had been said about it…
“He’ll be with you in a minute, Mr. Padalecki. If you’ll just follow me, we can get you set up,” Allison said, playfully.
Jared just nodded and followed the blonde down the hallway to a room, labeled “Procedure.” He sat down in the chair, and Allison left him alone. A few minutes later, Jensen Ackles walked in, looking much worse for wear. He looked as upset as Jared felt. There were bags under his eyes, which didn’t have the shine they’d had the day before.
“Hi, Jensen,” Jared ventured.
“It’s Dr. Ackles,” was the mumbled, detached response.
Dr. Ackles didn’t even look him in the eye, just strode over to a chair in the corner of the room. When he spoke, he stared down at the clipboard in his hand. “Mr. Padalecki, I just need to go over some things with you first, make sure things are clear. Then, you need to sign these papers, covering liability. Your insurance covers most of this, but I’m assuming you can pay the rest of the balance?”
He paused, waiting for an answer. Jared, too busy staring again, meekly nodded his head. “Okay, good. We’re going to give you a sedative for this, just to be safe. Usually, we would just use a local and be done with it, but the tooth is pretty bad and with a man of your size, you might still be able to feel - and we don’t want to cause any discomfort.”
When Jared snorted at the last part, the doctor finally looked up. And, he wasn’t happy. “I’m sorry, Mr. Padalecki, did I say something funny?”
Jared, fearful of the fiery look in the doctor’s eyes, shook his head. “No,” he choked out. “It’s just that I’m already pretty uncomfortable.”
This time, Jensen snorted, and promptly returned his gaze to the clipboard. “Well,” he huffed, “maybe you should have thought of that last night. Now, there will…”
“No, don’t change the subject,” Jared interrupted, annoyance seeping out. “I didn’t do anything wrong last night. I made a joke - you’re the one who got all touchy.”
“Touchy?” Jensen, speaking quietly but in a voice that demanded respect, stood up and the clipboard clattered to the floor. “Well, excuse me if I don’t particularly like people joking around about my sexual preference. If you must know, Mr. Padalecki, my being gay is exactly what landed me here in Austin. My being gay is what forced me to run away from home. And, yeah, I probably overreacted because how the hell could you have known? But, it’s not something I take lightly when I’ve been ridiculed and shunned for over a year because I happen to like men. Now, I had hopes for you, Mr. Padalecki -”
“Can we cut it with the ‘Mister’ crap? It’s Jared.”
“- fine, Jared, I liked you, I did. But, last night effectively ruined all that, so if you don’t mind, I would like to get through this embarrassing situation, fix your goddamned tooth and send you on your way. Is that okay with you?”
Jared suddenly couldn’t find his voice. Jensen liked him? As in, liked him liked him? Whoa. Even in his shock, he felt his heart pounding; he remembered the current that passed through him when they first touched, though he hadn’t known what it meant. Now, he knew. After two years of solitude, he might have a chance at a relationship again.
“You liked me? Past tense?” he finally managed to force out.
Jensen sighed, and sat back down in his chair, head in his hands. “I figured my reaction last night showed you I was a nutcase.”
Jared started to laugh at that - because, yeah, that’s exactly what he’d thought. But, then he remembered something that Tom Welling had told him, something about one of his cases, last year…the one that was plastered across news stations…
“You’re the Dallas guy, aren’t you? Tom Welling’s client?”
Jensen looked up, face contorted in fear. “You, uh…you know about that?”
Jared nodded slowly, eyes never leaving Jensen’s face. “Yeah, Tom helped us pay for the club when we got it last year. He couldn’t take much part in the construction and decorating of it, though, because he had to keep commuting to Dallas for some case…Wow, you…I…I’m sorry.”
Jensen smiled faintly, a ghost of the real thing, and his face lost some of the haggard look. He shrugged. “It’s not so bad now that it’s over, I guess. It was just tough…knowing I was in the right…”
He trailed off, then shook his head and picked up the clipboard again, now in a slightly better mood. Jared felt his heart skip a beat, feeling sympathy for the man, mixing in with the attraction.
“Can we start over?”
The words were out of his mouth before he even knew he wanted to say them aloud. Jensen looked up from his papers again, confused - and maybe a little shocked.
“I, uh…what?”
“Can we start over?” Jared repeated, with more conviction. “Can we just erase last night and the disaster it was and start over? We could actually go out, like…on a date or something…”
He knew he was blushing under Jensen’s intense gaze, but didn’t care. He was tired of passing up on potential good opportunities - and in spite of the issues, Jensen seemed like a damn good one.
Holding his breath, he watched a full-scale war play out on Jensen’s face. He tried to recall the details about the court case. Jensen Ackles had a lawsuit filed against him…something having to do with a patient…
“Yeah,” Jensen whispered, after a few moments, bringing Jared out of the depths of his thoughts. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
And, then he smiled, that beautiful, blinding one that Jared had been mesmerized by the day before. Jared couldn’t help but return it, letting his breath out in a rush.
“Okay, Dr. Ackles, where were we?”
Jensen looked confused for a second, stuck in his own head, before he shook it. “Oh, right. Uh…okay, in the room, there will be two nurses and myself, just in case something were to go wrong, there’s plenty of backup….
Jared wandered off, only half paying attention to what was being said, offering up answers when he felt they were needed. What had been the big deal about Jensen being gay? Had he dated one of his patients and been called into an ethical dilemma for it? Surely, that wouldn’t have been all that newsworthy, not if it was a mutual situation.
Or had it even been mutual? Maybe Jensen had pressured one of his patients into something they didn’t want? But one look at the man had Jared thoroughly convinced that wasn’t the case. Jensen Ackles just seemed like such a bleeding heart, feeling everything even when it wasn’t his to feel. He’d never do something that awful to someone. It wasn’t even fathomable.
“…you’ll sign this form and we can get started. …Mr. Padalecki? …Jared?”
Jared jumped, realizing that he had completely spaced out. He cleared his throat. “Sorry…what?”
Jensen gave him a funny look and repeated himself, slowly as though he were speaking to a child. “I said. That once you sign this consent form, we can start…Are you okay?”
Jared nodded, quickly. “Yes, fine. I’ll sign it. Anything to stop having to deal with this stupid tooth.”
Jensen smiled at him, but the action didn’t reach his eyes. Jared started to wonder if maybe his thoughts had been written all over his face. But, no, that was impossible. And, unless Jensen was a mind reader, there’s no way he could have known…no way at all.
All thoughts of Jensen’s experiences in Dallas were pushed away as the doctor and two assistants, Allison and a new girl named Erika, began preparing for his root canal. He was given the sedative via injection and, though it wasn’t meant to put him under, he immediately began to feel sleepy.
Before Dr. Ackles even tried to use the local anesthetic, he was out cold.
* * *
Three days after Jared’s root canal, he had finally called Jensen so they could go out. As Jensen pulled up to the Italian restaurant and killed the engine, the argument that he’d been dealing with started fresh in his head. Jared was now officially a patient, not just a random hot guy; the ethical implications of a dinner with him - the blowjob in the back room notwithstanding - were not good, to say the least.
But, as he saw Jared, looking good in black slacks and a blue oxford, make his way up to the doors, the other side of the argument won out. Jared wanted him, liked him, and if something were to go wrong, Jensen felt fairly safe that he wouldn’t be put in the same position as back home - Jared wouldn’t do that to him.
So, he climbed out of the car, and made his way to the hulking figure that was trying to look very non-hulk-like, hands shoved in his pockets. He could feel himself beginning to smile like a complete fool, but he didn’t care. Jared just seemed to have that effect on people.
“Hey,” Jared said as Jensen stepped up, flashing a blinding smile, tension immediately fading.
Jensen could feel his own smile get even bigger. “Hey,” he responded, “shall we go?”
Jared nodded and the date was on. They mostly made small talk through dinner, talking about sports, Texas heat, their childhoods - and, of course, Jared’s dental habits. With each passing second, Jensen could feel himself slipping, on the verge of something he couldn’t name and wasn’t sure he was really ready for.
Two and a half hours later, when dinner was over, they stood next to Jared’s pickup, saying goodnight and blushing like schoolgirls. Jensen found that he couldn’t hold Jared’s gaze for too long, remembering all too well the feeling of their mouths sliding together, of Jared’s hands touching him, and wondering how they’d feel on his bare skin, all layers removed.
“So,” Jared murmured. “Uh…goodnight?”
There was a hesitancy in his voice, and a question Jensen automatically knew the answer to.
He stepped into the younger man’s space, and stretched up to kiss the lips he’d been staring at all night, dreaming about for days. Jared made a small sound of surprise, but immediately wrapped his arms around Jensen, pulling their bodies flush together. Jensen reached up to thread his fingers in the curly strands at the nape of Jared’s neck, keeping them in place.
Jensen wasn’t sure if he’s the one that pried open their mouths, or if it was Jared, but he was sure that he was the one that moaned when their tongues came into contact. Or maybe it was both of them. Not that it really mattered beyond the fact that Jared’s tongue was swirling around his so deliciously his mouth could have been watering. Well. If it weren’t otherwise occupied.
Jensen could faintly taste the ravioli Jared had eaten for dinner, as well as traces of the wine they’d shared after. He chased it around Jared’s mouth, aching for something more substantial to explode across his taste buds, that taste that he’d had the other night, something altogether and uniquely Jared.
Jared’s grip on his waist tightened, and Jensen was pulled impossibly closer to the taller man. Jensen let his hands wander down, across the broad back, the amazing biceps; he could feel the muscles ripple underneath his fingers.
As he let his hands rest on Jared’s hips, Jared pulled away with a whispered, “Holy. Fuck.”
Jensen laughed. “Yeah, that sounds ‘bout right,” he responded, leaning his forehead against Jared’s.
The two men stood there for a minute, looking in each other’s eyes, like the girls Jensen refused to turn into. Then, he angled his head again, placing a barely-there kiss on Jared’s lips.
“So,” he murmured, “your place okay? Chris and Steve are still at mine…”
Jared grinned so wide, so suddenly, that Jensen was almost afraid of his face splitting in two.
“My place sounds great.” He pulled back and started to climb into his truck. “Hop in.”
“But…I gotta work in the morning…”
Jared gave Jensen a quizzical look, touched with a plethora of amusement. “Uh, Jensen…Tomorrow’s Saturday.”
Jensen immediately felt himself start to blush and hoped that it wasn’t visible in the near-darkness of the parking lot. “R-right,” he stammered, noticing how quickly he was becoming the schoolgirl again. “S-so…I’ll just…yeah.”
He stopped talking and nearly ran around the car, climbing up into the passenger side. He clicked his seatbelt shut and put his hands in his lap, desperately willing his erection to calm down, just a little, until they made it back to Jared’s apartment, to his bed. Or couch. Or kitchen table. Y’know, whatever.
A mere two seconds after locking the front door, Jared had Jensen pressed against the oak structure, a thigh wedged between his legs, hands everywhere at once, mouths forced together in an endless battle. Jensen’s heart was pounding against his ribcage, blood roaring in his ears, as he pressed back up against Jared, hands untucking the dress shirt and sliding underneath, finally getting his hands on smooth, heated skin.
Jared arched into the touch, sliding his knee along the bulge in Jensen’s slacks until he was writhing against the door. Finally, Jensen pulled away enough to force out, “Not gonna last…you keep doing that…”
Jared seemed to agree, and separated himself completely from Jensen, which drew a whimper from the older man’s lips. Jared grabbed his hand and pulled him down the short hallway to a large bedroom with a queen-sized bed that was just begging to be messed up.
Jared, in a surprisingly gentle move, pulled Jensen against him again and kissed him, slowly. He led them back to the bed, laying Jensen down and following, mouths never losing contact. Somewhere along the way, Jared had managed to completely unbutton Jensen’s shirt, and Jensen sat up to shuck the offending material before doing likewise to the younger man.
The first skin-on-skin contact as Jared lay back down caused a moan to transfer from Jensen’s mouth to Jared’s and a current straight down to his dick. He vaguely felt Jared’s dick give an answering twitch.
All of a sudden, in the middle of the removal of pants and underwear, Jared stopped kissing Jensen and pulled away. Jensen whimpered again, not even caring to cover it up.
“Jen,” Jared whispered above him, looking completely debauched with his lust-blown eyes and kiss-swollen lips, hair mussed up from Jensen’s fingers. “Which one do you…”
He trailed off and even in the darkness of the bedroom, Jensen could see the blush making its way down his neck. He was confused for a second, until Jared’s unspoken question dawned on him - and fear immediately began clawing its way into his heart. The last person he’d bottomed for was…
Stifling that thought, Jensen whispered back, “Which do you prefer?”
If it was possible, Jared seemed to flush even darker. “Well, I…uh…kinawayouime.”
Jensen had to process that one for a second, before he eloquently uttered, “Huh?”
Jared huffed a laugh. “Don’t make me repeat that…it just sounds so gay.”
“Uh, Jared?”
“Yeah?”
“We are gay.”
Jared laughed at that, nodding. “Yeah, okay. I, uh…I…want you. In me…Please?”
Jensen would have started laughing, too, if the look in Jared’s eyes wasn’t so sincere. And, if he weren’t so relieved at not being forced into a panic attack…
So, he just nodded and reached into Jared’s underwear, which was somehow still on, to wrap his fingers around Jared’s cock. He got a few slow strokes in before Jared was pulling away and ridding them both of their remaining clothing.
He walked, giving Jensen a very nice view of a very nice ass, over to a chest of drawers and rummaging around. Not 10 seconds later, he was crawling back on top of Jensen, who hadn’t bothered to move from his position, sprawled across Jared’s black comforter. Leaning down to kiss the older man, he nonchalantly slipped the lube into his hand.
Jensen nodded, motioning wordlessly for Jared to lie down underneath him. He popped open the bottle and poured a generous amount on his fingers before slipping one of them into the tight heat between Jared’s legs. Jared grimaced, and Jensen used his other hand to stroke his dick, trying to balance out the pain with pleasure. He could feel Jared responding to both hands, writhing on top of the bed.
He quickly added another finger, scissoring them back and forth. Then, came a third and Jensen finally stopped concentrating to look up at Jared’s face. He was taken aback by the look in his eyes. It was more than just lust, it was…meaningful. That’s the only word Jensen had time to think of before his fingers rubbed against Jared’s prostate and the younger man was arching off the bed; the sight was hot enough to make every coherent thought fly out of his brain.
“How do you wanna do this?”
“I, uh…” Jared was blushing again. “It’s been a while, so maybe…on my hands and knees? Might be easier…”
Jensen smiled, feeling a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to look at Jared’s face entirely, and moved back, pulling his fingers out in the process, making Jared whine. Jared maneuvered himself into position, and Jensen scooted forward again, grabbing onto Jared’s hip with one hand and slicking himself up with the other.
“You ready?” he asked, the blunt head of his cock barely resting against Jared’s ass.
Jared nodded and Jensen began to slide in slowly, trying not to hurt Jared, which was a real test to his endurance. The velvety muscles surrounding his cock felt so good, so tight, that he had to summon every ounce of strength he had not to just thrust in.
When he was as deep as he could go, he stopped and leaned over, placing a kiss between the sweaty shoulder blades tensed up in front of him. He reached around and stroked Jared’s cock again, relishing in the way Jared’s breath started coming out faster.
Jared made the first move, swiveling his hips, making Jensen moan into his skin. Then, Jensen pulled back out, until just the head was hidden and thrust back in. Jared moved with him, moaning. Jensen sped up, both his thrusts and his strokes on Jared, gradually, urged on by Jared’s encouragements, directions, and whispers of his name.
Apparently it had been far too long for both of them - Jared came with a loud cry not too long after Jensen had breached his opening; Jensen followed not a minute after, muffling Jared’s name into his back.
Jared let his arms collapse and Jensen barely stopped himself before he crushed Jared. Instead, he pulled out, wincing at the over-stimulation on his spent dick, and fell to the side, sneaking his arm across Jared’s stomach.
Jared pulled Jensen’s face close to his and pressed their lips together, soft at first. Jensen moaned into the kiss and opened his mouth, inviting. Jared accepted, slipping his tongue, dueling with Jensen’s own, languidly yet passionately.
Several minutes later, Jared pulled away and got them both underneath the covers. Jensen immediately settled back in, all but burying his face in the crook of Jared’s neck. Jared didn’t complain, just tightened his arms around Jensen and sighed, seemingly happy.
Just as Jensen was drifting off into Dreamland - that, really, couldn’t be any better than the present moment - Jared spoke.
“Jen?” he whispered into the sated silence.
Jensen grunted, thinking that should be answer enough.
Jared’s huff of laughter blew across Jensen’s head. “I just…” He stopped, absently rubbing his hands along Jensen’s back and arm.
“Thank you,” he whispered, after a few moments, “for letting me fix the offense. I mean, I…just, yeah. Thanks.”
Jensen smiled, though he knew Jared couldn’t see, and nodded. He meant to respond verbally, but after kissing Jared’s neck once, twice, he fell into a dreamless, sated sleep.
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