Put Me Under - Dentist!AU, RPS, Jared/Jensen, Hard R
Title: Put Me Under
Author: thelonejuliet
Characters: Jensen, Jared, Mike, Tom, Chad
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, mention of unrequited Jared/Chad
Word Count: 3,197
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: M/m sex? Boy kissing? Sated, unwanted declarations?
Disclaimer: These belong only to themselves, more's the pity.
Beta & Handholder Extraorinaire: confused_one06
Author's Note(s): I know you aren't going to like this, but the details of the whole Dallas situation aren't in this part. Sorry! I had written it to be, but it felt too soon, so it's definitely in Part 4!
Thanks again to mss_celestal for the header! :)
All fics found here or here!
Previous Parts of the Dentist!Verse found here.
Summary: In the midst of sexed-out happiness, Jensen lets something slip that's unexpected to all involved.
Jensen sighed contently and settled himself farther back into Tom’s couch. This was nice…having a drink with his cousin. Tom came back with a fresh beer in each hand and he immediately swapped out his empty bottle.
“So,” Tom mused, sitting on the chair opposite Jensen, “tell me about Jared.”
Jensen nearly choked on his beer, spluttering, “W-what?”
Tom let out a loud, booming laugh. “Oh, come off it Jen. I’ve seen the way you look at him, how you’ve been acting. You weren’t even like this with…”
“…that asshole back home?”
For a split second, Tom’s eyes took on a dark look that Jensen had rarely seen before. “Yeah, him…so, what’s going on, Jen?”
Jensen stopped averting his eyes and focused on his cousin. Tom had an odd look on his face, like he was trying to look past Jensen’s skin, all the muscles and sinew and bone, to see into his very core. Jensen made sure he had a mask of indifference on his face, and took another long pull from his beer.
Then he cleared his throat and said, “Nothing’s going on. We’re just…he’s…it’s just casual, there’s no…agreement or anything…it just is…”
He looked away from Tom’s scrutinizing gaze again, trying to hide the war going on in his head. What he’d said was absolutely, 100% true. He and Jared weren’t anything special, anything exclusive. Of course, that didn’t mean that he didn’t want it to be more, to mean more. Whatever he’d felt initially had grown exponentially, grew deeper with each passing second, over the past few weeks. When Jared was around, even if he was just on the same block, Jensen felt lighter than he had in years. And, when he wasn’t there, Jensen could feel darkness trying to close in, trying to take him back to a Jared-free time in his life where everything was utter despair.
“I don’t believe that,” responded Tom quietly after a few moments.
Jensen sighed, resigned to the fact that he was going to be pouring his heart out to a family member - yet again. But, right when he opened his mouth to say anything, the doorbell rang. Tom and Jensen exchanged confused looks for a moment and moved out into the hall.
The door opened of its own accord and in stepped Mike, followed closely by a smirking Chad and a Jared who looked thoroughly confused on just how he’d managed to end up at Tommy’s house. Mike waggled his eyebrows in Jensen’s direction, followed by a quick glance over his shoulder and a dirty smile. Chad merely nodded at Jensen; then both Chad and Mike moved past him to the living room, Tom following closely in their wake and interrogating them about why they were there.
Jared, though, when he noticed that Jensen was in the house, smiled so wide and so bright Jensen could almost feel his insides light up. He returned the smile, unthinkingly stepping into Jared’s space and pulling the younger man’s head down to his. He pressed his lips against Jared’s, breathing in the already-familiar scent.
Jared grabbed onto Jensen’s hips and pulled them together, angling his head for better leverage and prying open the older man’s lips. Jensen moaned, as quietly as he could, at the first tentative touch of Jared’s tongue, and greedily sucked it all the way into this mouth. His fingers threaded through the hair at Jared’s neck, thumbs teasing light circles into the skin.
Jared broke away, breathing heavier than usual. “Jen,” he whispered, “we can’t keep this up, man, not here. I’m gonna go crazy if it doesn’t get NC-17 right quick…”
Jensen laughed at that because, yeah, he felt exactly the same way. But, his cousin and one of his oldest friends were in the next room, along with the douchebag Chad, who had effectively ruined any attempts they’d made to hang out at Jared’s since he moved in.
Jensen still hadn’t figured out why he had to suffer just because Chad slept with his landlady, pissed off her husband and got himself thrown out into the streets.
As if on cue, Chad stepped out into the hallway, interrupting them yet again. “Yo, Padalecki!” he called, too loudly for such a small distance. “I didn’t bring you here to get your rocks off with Pretty Boy.”
Jensen wrapped his arms around Jared’s waist and laid his head on the broad chest, looking at the annoying blonde man. “Aww, Chad…you really think I’m pretty?”
Chad snorted, half due to disgust and half, Jensen figured, due to the fact that he was right. Or maybe because Jared thought he was pretty and there was so obviously some unrequited crushing going on there.
Whatever the reason, Chad responded, “Mikey and I figure it’s a good night to get wasted. And, Halloween’s coming up in, like, a month. We gotta figure out what to do with the bar. I can’t figure out a plan all by myself and, since my boy here’s been too distracted by a pretty face and a nice ass, I need help.”
Jared and Jensen both laughed. Jared was the one to taunt Chad this time. “You think Jensen’s got a nice ass, eh? Well, I must say I agree.”
He accented those words with a squeeze of said ass that went straight to Jensen’s dick. Chad groaned loudly and walked back into the living room. Jared and Jensen, the latter thinking about dying puppies and old grandmothers, followed, both still laughing at Chad’s discomfort. Tom had gathered some more beers; Mike was just hanging up the phone from ordering a couple pizzas.
Chad joined Mike on the couch, while Tom resumed his earlier position and Jared settled himself in the other armchair, Jensen perched on the arm. Jared immediately placed his hand on Jensen’s knee and that weird electric current shot through Jensen’s body again, settling in his stomach. Trying not to erupt into a smile that would surely rip his face to shreds, he covered Jared’s hand with his own, linking their fingers together.
Mike looked up from his beer bottle and let out a bark of laughter. “You guys make me sick, seriously,” he cackled, smile never leaving his face.
Jensen cocked his head to the side, meeting Mike’s eyes for a minute, before he leaned down and pulled Jared’s face around to his, kissing him again. Jared, catching on quickly, reached up and pulled Jensen onto his lap, deepening the kiss.
Through the fogginess, Jensen could hear Mike and Tom clapping, the former letting out a catcall, and loud protests from Chad, who was desperately trying to get the attention back on him. He wasn’t really paying attention to any of them though, nothing but Jared making its presence known.
Not five seconds later, Jensen was climbing off Jared’s lap and dragging him down the hallway of Tom’s house. He vaguely heard Tom yell, “NOT MY ROOM!” behind them and pushed Jared into the guest bedroom. As soon as he had the door closed, he was being pressed up against it, a large Padalecki pressing its body to his, a Padalecki tongue shoving its way into his mouth.
Jensen moaned, surely loud enough for them to hear out in the living room, and arched up into Jared’s body, hands working to rid the younger man of his clothes. Jared pulled back quickly, getting rid of his shirt and working on his pants.
Jensen did the same, murmuring, “NC-17, huh?”
Jared laughed and, as soon as they were both rid of all their clothing, slammed Jensen back against the wall, going down to his knees. He looked up, winking slyly, and grabbed onto Jensen’s erection with one hand, gripping his hip with the other. A wet, pink tongue came out of Jared’s mouth and licked a strip up the underside of Jensen’s dick, causing the older man’s head to fall back against the wall.
Jensen reached down and threaded his fingers in Jared’s hair, running them through the silky strands. He put a little pressure on Jared’s scalp and Jared got the hint, sucking the head of Jensen’s cock into his mouth, jacking the shaft slowly. His tongue lavished all around, dipping into the slit. Jensen moaned again, thrusting up subtly.
Taking his time, Jared slowly engulfed the rest of Jensen’s dick, cheeks hollowing ever so slightly as pink lips moved further down. Jensen made another shallow thrust, and Jared made a slight choking sound before the hand on Jensen’s hip tightened and pushed it harder against the wall, effectively keeping Jensen in place.
As good as this was, Jensen really needed more. He pulled on Jared’s hair slightly and the other man let go of his dick with a slick popping sound. He reached down and pulled Jared up by his shoulders, stifling a laugh at Jared’s confusion.
Without a word, he pushed him back towards the bed, crawling on top of him. He plastered himself along Jared’s body and leaned down, easily getting Jared’s tongue to come out and play. He could taste something of himself in Jared’s mouth, mixing in with the overwhelming sweetness that characterized Jared - and all the sugar he ate, the dentist part of Jensen chimed in unhelpfully.
Ridding his head of all doctorly thoughts, he kissed Jared more passionately, hands exploring every inch of the miles of tanned skin that he could reach without breaking away entirely. Jared’s hands had settled on Jensen’s back, almost lovingly keeping him in place.
Then, something possibly devastating occurred to him and Jensen pulled back enough to look at Jared’s face. “Jay, I don’t…I don’t have anything. And, I’m not too keen on running across the hall to rummage around Tom’s bedroom bare-assed either…We could always use spit, but…”
Jared looked thoughtful for a moment before he gracefully flipped them both over, and pushed up on one arm over Jensen. He used the other arm to reach down between them and wrap one large hand around both their dicks, jacking them both with tortuously slow strokes, pre-cum and Jared’s spit easing the way.
At the first touch of cock-to-cock, both men gasped with pleasure. Jensen, already worked up from the beginnings of the blowjob, grabbed onto Jared’s biceps to anchor himself as the sensations of Jared’s hand, Jared’s dick, coursed through his body.
He knew that he wasn’t going to last long; he was too worked up, excited by the almost voyeurism of having his closest friends in the next room - or, knowing Mike, pressed up against the door - and too high on the feelings he was fast developing for the younger man. Opening his eyes to look up into Jared’s face, he felt that rush of emotion wash over him again, like it had done every other minute since their first date. He knew he could fall for Jared, he was more certain of that truth than he’d been of anything else in his 25 years.
Desperate not to speak his thoughts aloud and embarrass himself with all the flowery details, he bit down on his bottom lip and thrust up harder into Jared’s grip. Jared’s eyes opened to meet his gaze and Jensen felt his breath fly out of his chest; he reached up to pull Jared in for another kiss. He slid his tongue around Jared’s forcefully, upping the passion, increasing the pleasure already making his entire body tingle.
Jared moaned into Jensen’s mouth, speeding up his strokes on their dicks, twisting his fist with every upstroke and tightening his hand, squeezing their cocks together, on the downstrokes. Jensen was writhing by this point, desperately close, but he wanted to see Jared fall apart first. Without making Jared lose his rhythm and without letting his mouth leave Jared’s, he flipped them over. He deftly slipped his own dick out of the equation and put his hand on top of Jared’s, both hands jacking him, and only him.
Jared became the one writhing on the bed as Jensen moved his mouth down along Jared’s jaw, placing agonizingly gentle kisses along the 5 o’clock shadow. Moving farther south, he sucked the skin of Jared’s neck into his mouth, marked the area with bruises and bites that would surely be there for days after. Rounding his back more, he continued down until he could close his mouth around one of Jared’s nipples.
As soon as Jensen’s tongue snaked out to tease, Jared arched up and came with a wordless cry, white liquid splashing across his own stomach and Jensen’s hand. His eyes locked with Jensen’s and one large hand cupped the back of Jensen’s neck, pulling the older man forward.
Their breaths mingled as they stared into one another’s eyes and Jensen milked Jared through the aftershocks. Mesmerized by all the emotions laid bare, floating in Jared’s hazel eyes, he had almost forgotten about his very neglected dick. Apparently, Jared hadn’t - while one hand was exploring his back and neck, the other was sliding in between them to wrap Jensen’s erection.
Jensen let out a surprised gasp, causing Jared’s face to split into a lazy, but highly amused smile. Jared obviously knew how close Jensen was because he wasted no time, automatically picking up the fast pace he’d had before. Jared’s face was so close to his that Jensen went cross-eyed trying to keep him in focus. Then, as Jared swiped his thumb over the head of his dick, he stopped trying and just closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Jared’s.
He could feel Jared watching him, watching the emotion and pleasure playing out on his face. In a move so loving Jensen almost wanted to cry, Jared shift his head, placing a kiss on the tip of Jensen’s nose. With a loud groan, Jensen came, his mess shooting out to join Jared’s on the younger man’s stomach.
After Jared milked out everything he had to offer, Jensen collapsed half off, half on top of Jared, who wordlessly wrapped his arms around him. After a few minutes, the stars began to recede from Jensen’s vision and sleep began to slowly take over. He was pretty sure that his total relaxation had made his senses a little dulled and that was the only possible explanation for his next words:
“I could fall for you.”
Jensen immediately stiffened, mind suddenly clear. Jared loosened his grip ever so slightly and nudged Jensen’s chin up. Jensen diverted his eyes, looking past Jared’s ear at the crumpled bedspread beneath them, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t see the younger man’s expression in his peripheral vision.
Jared was looking up at him in complete wonder, eyes widened in shock. But, there was something else there, too, that frightened Jensen more than he cared to admit. Underneath the innocence and the playfulness, beyond the shock and the happiness, there lied a kind of desperate despair that he knew could only come from a lover’s betrayal.
He hadn’t even realized, in his analysis of Jared’s eyes, that he had completely shifted his gaze so that he was staring into the deep hazel. His heart was racing, and he could feel Jared’s pounding against his own through many layers of flesh, bone and muscle. Despite his instincts, he could feel his body gearing up for fight-or-flight; sure that Jared was going to bolt at his unwanted admission.
But, to his surprise, all Jared did was lean up and place a quick kiss on his lips. Jensen’s sure there would have been more, but Mike chose that time to bang on the door, yelling, “Pizza’s here, lovers! Get off and come eat!”
Jensen, slightly disappointed but also immensely relieved, laughed. Luckily, Jared did too and they separated heir bodies with an odd squelching sound. The awkwardness seemed to be gone, save for the distant look in Jared’s eyes, as they tried to clean up the drying come on their chests and stomachs. The only thing they could find to use was the quilt and, since it already had some on it, they used it to wipe themselves up, stuffing it into the hamper in the guest bathroom.
They walked into the living room amongst catcalls and warnings that they’d better not start round two right there on the couch - that one was Chad’s - and settled themselves amongst their friends.
Over the next two hours, they laughed, joked, insulted, and basically acted like guys, beers in one hand, pizza in the other - well, except for Jared and Jensen, who both kept touching one another, with or without an excuse. The final plan for Halloween came out to be a pairing-themed costume party, where you had to be part of a famous duo, couple or group throughout history, even if you didn’t have a partner - that was Jared’s addition, so that everything was fair for those uncoupled. Jensen was supposed to call in his connections and get Christian Kane to play, so that they could draw in a bigger crowd.
Jared, whom Chad was driving home because they now lived in the same place - which Jensen would never be happy about - walked Jensen out to his car when it was all over. He still had a weird look in his eyes, like the past was threatening to overwhelm the current moment.
Jensen, afraid that he had done some irreparable damage, kept his hands to himself and whispered, “We’re okay…aren’t we? I didn’t mean…I mean…I shouldn’t have said that…back there…”
Jared smiled, completely genuine, and pulled Jensen to him with a hand on either hip. “Jen…”
Jensen waited for him to say more, but it never came. Instead, he leaned down and placed his lips upon Jensen’s; it would have been chaste if it weren’t for the thrumming of Jared’s body and the warmth flowing throughout Jensen’s from their point of contact.
The kiss was never deepened. It was just meant as a reassurance, a promise. Besides, they never got the chance as Chad came strolling by, smacking Jared on the back and completely ruining the moment.
Jared turned his head to glare at the blonde, who was laughing maniacally, while Jensen murmured, “You’re lucky you like that kid…”
Jared laughed too. “Oh, trust me, if anyone’s killing him, I’d be first in line.”
Then, he turned back to face Jensen, eyes narrowed, almost like he was memorizing something. Jensen smiled up at him, stretching to give him a quick kiss, before he turned and opened the door to his SUV, climbing in.
He waved at Jared, who waved back and then pulled away. Jensen’s lonely bed waited. He couldn’t stop his mind’s replay of that moment in the bedroom, still trying to figure out Jared and what he might have wanted to say. Apparently, Jensen wasn’t the only one with dark secrets.
“I could fall for you,” Jensen muttered to himself as he turned off the bedroom light 25 minutes later and crawled under the covers. “What kind of line is that?”
Even as he lay talking to himself in the dark, he couldn’t say that he wasn’t happy he said it. He felt like they were all on the brink of some monumental changes. For the better.
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Remember, kids! Feedback keeps the dentist porning the barowner!
Author: thelonejuliet
Characters: Jensen, Jared, Mike, Tom, Chad
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, mention of unrequited Jared/Chad
Word Count: 3,197
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: M/m sex? Boy kissing? Sated, unwanted declarations?
Disclaimer: These belong only to themselves, more's the pity.
Beta & Handholder Extraorinaire: confused_one06
Author's Note(s): I know you aren't going to like this, but the details of the whole Dallas situation aren't in this part. Sorry! I had written it to be, but it felt too soon, so it's definitely in Part 4!
Thanks again to mss_celestal for the header! :)
All fics found here or here!
Previous Parts of the Dentist!Verse found here.
Summary: In the midst of sexed-out happiness, Jensen lets something slip that's unexpected to all involved.
Jensen sighed contently and settled himself farther back into Tom’s couch. This was nice…having a drink with his cousin. Tom came back with a fresh beer in each hand and he immediately swapped out his empty bottle.
“So,” Tom mused, sitting on the chair opposite Jensen, “tell me about Jared.”
Jensen nearly choked on his beer, spluttering, “W-what?”
Tom let out a loud, booming laugh. “Oh, come off it Jen. I’ve seen the way you look at him, how you’ve been acting. You weren’t even like this with…”
“…that asshole back home?”
For a split second, Tom’s eyes took on a dark look that Jensen had rarely seen before. “Yeah, him…so, what’s going on, Jen?”
Jensen stopped averting his eyes and focused on his cousin. Tom had an odd look on his face, like he was trying to look past Jensen’s skin, all the muscles and sinew and bone, to see into his very core. Jensen made sure he had a mask of indifference on his face, and took another long pull from his beer.
Then he cleared his throat and said, “Nothing’s going on. We’re just…he’s…it’s just casual, there’s no…agreement or anything…it just is…”
He looked away from Tom’s scrutinizing gaze again, trying to hide the war going on in his head. What he’d said was absolutely, 100% true. He and Jared weren’t anything special, anything exclusive. Of course, that didn’t mean that he didn’t want it to be more, to mean more. Whatever he’d felt initially had grown exponentially, grew deeper with each passing second, over the past few weeks. When Jared was around, even if he was just on the same block, Jensen felt lighter than he had in years. And, when he wasn’t there, Jensen could feel darkness trying to close in, trying to take him back to a Jared-free time in his life where everything was utter despair.
“I don’t believe that,” responded Tom quietly after a few moments.
Jensen sighed, resigned to the fact that he was going to be pouring his heart out to a family member - yet again. But, right when he opened his mouth to say anything, the doorbell rang. Tom and Jensen exchanged confused looks for a moment and moved out into the hall.
The door opened of its own accord and in stepped Mike, followed closely by a smirking Chad and a Jared who looked thoroughly confused on just how he’d managed to end up at Tommy’s house. Mike waggled his eyebrows in Jensen’s direction, followed by a quick glance over his shoulder and a dirty smile. Chad merely nodded at Jensen; then both Chad and Mike moved past him to the living room, Tom following closely in their wake and interrogating them about why they were there.
Jared, though, when he noticed that Jensen was in the house, smiled so wide and so bright Jensen could almost feel his insides light up. He returned the smile, unthinkingly stepping into Jared’s space and pulling the younger man’s head down to his. He pressed his lips against Jared’s, breathing in the already-familiar scent.
Jared grabbed onto Jensen’s hips and pulled them together, angling his head for better leverage and prying open the older man’s lips. Jensen moaned, as quietly as he could, at the first tentative touch of Jared’s tongue, and greedily sucked it all the way into this mouth. His fingers threaded through the hair at Jared’s neck, thumbs teasing light circles into the skin.
Jared broke away, breathing heavier than usual. “Jen,” he whispered, “we can’t keep this up, man, not here. I’m gonna go crazy if it doesn’t get NC-17 right quick…”
Jensen laughed at that because, yeah, he felt exactly the same way. But, his cousin and one of his oldest friends were in the next room, along with the douchebag Chad, who had effectively ruined any attempts they’d made to hang out at Jared’s since he moved in.
Jensen still hadn’t figured out why he had to suffer just because Chad slept with his landlady, pissed off her husband and got himself thrown out into the streets.
As if on cue, Chad stepped out into the hallway, interrupting them yet again. “Yo, Padalecki!” he called, too loudly for such a small distance. “I didn’t bring you here to get your rocks off with Pretty Boy.”
Jensen wrapped his arms around Jared’s waist and laid his head on the broad chest, looking at the annoying blonde man. “Aww, Chad…you really think I’m pretty?”
Chad snorted, half due to disgust and half, Jensen figured, due to the fact that he was right. Or maybe because Jared thought he was pretty and there was so obviously some unrequited crushing going on there.
Whatever the reason, Chad responded, “Mikey and I figure it’s a good night to get wasted. And, Halloween’s coming up in, like, a month. We gotta figure out what to do with the bar. I can’t figure out a plan all by myself and, since my boy here’s been too distracted by a pretty face and a nice ass, I need help.”
Jared and Jensen both laughed. Jared was the one to taunt Chad this time. “You think Jensen’s got a nice ass, eh? Well, I must say I agree.”
He accented those words with a squeeze of said ass that went straight to Jensen’s dick. Chad groaned loudly and walked back into the living room. Jared and Jensen, the latter thinking about dying puppies and old grandmothers, followed, both still laughing at Chad’s discomfort. Tom had gathered some more beers; Mike was just hanging up the phone from ordering a couple pizzas.
Chad joined Mike on the couch, while Tom resumed his earlier position and Jared settled himself in the other armchair, Jensen perched on the arm. Jared immediately placed his hand on Jensen’s knee and that weird electric current shot through Jensen’s body again, settling in his stomach. Trying not to erupt into a smile that would surely rip his face to shreds, he covered Jared’s hand with his own, linking their fingers together.
Mike looked up from his beer bottle and let out a bark of laughter. “You guys make me sick, seriously,” he cackled, smile never leaving his face.
Jensen cocked his head to the side, meeting Mike’s eyes for a minute, before he leaned down and pulled Jared’s face around to his, kissing him again. Jared, catching on quickly, reached up and pulled Jensen onto his lap, deepening the kiss.
Through the fogginess, Jensen could hear Mike and Tom clapping, the former letting out a catcall, and loud protests from Chad, who was desperately trying to get the attention back on him. He wasn’t really paying attention to any of them though, nothing but Jared making its presence known.
Not five seconds later, Jensen was climbing off Jared’s lap and dragging him down the hallway of Tom’s house. He vaguely heard Tom yell, “NOT MY ROOM!” behind them and pushed Jared into the guest bedroom. As soon as he had the door closed, he was being pressed up against it, a large Padalecki pressing its body to his, a Padalecki tongue shoving its way into his mouth.
Jensen moaned, surely loud enough for them to hear out in the living room, and arched up into Jared’s body, hands working to rid the younger man of his clothes. Jared pulled back quickly, getting rid of his shirt and working on his pants.
Jensen did the same, murmuring, “NC-17, huh?”
Jared laughed and, as soon as they were both rid of all their clothing, slammed Jensen back against the wall, going down to his knees. He looked up, winking slyly, and grabbed onto Jensen’s erection with one hand, gripping his hip with the other. A wet, pink tongue came out of Jared’s mouth and licked a strip up the underside of Jensen’s dick, causing the older man’s head to fall back against the wall.
Jensen reached down and threaded his fingers in Jared’s hair, running them through the silky strands. He put a little pressure on Jared’s scalp and Jared got the hint, sucking the head of Jensen’s cock into his mouth, jacking the shaft slowly. His tongue lavished all around, dipping into the slit. Jensen moaned again, thrusting up subtly.
Taking his time, Jared slowly engulfed the rest of Jensen’s dick, cheeks hollowing ever so slightly as pink lips moved further down. Jensen made another shallow thrust, and Jared made a slight choking sound before the hand on Jensen’s hip tightened and pushed it harder against the wall, effectively keeping Jensen in place.
As good as this was, Jensen really needed more. He pulled on Jared’s hair slightly and the other man let go of his dick with a slick popping sound. He reached down and pulled Jared up by his shoulders, stifling a laugh at Jared’s confusion.
Without a word, he pushed him back towards the bed, crawling on top of him. He plastered himself along Jared’s body and leaned down, easily getting Jared’s tongue to come out and play. He could taste something of himself in Jared’s mouth, mixing in with the overwhelming sweetness that characterized Jared - and all the sugar he ate, the dentist part of Jensen chimed in unhelpfully.
Ridding his head of all doctorly thoughts, he kissed Jared more passionately, hands exploring every inch of the miles of tanned skin that he could reach without breaking away entirely. Jared’s hands had settled on Jensen’s back, almost lovingly keeping him in place.
Then, something possibly devastating occurred to him and Jensen pulled back enough to look at Jared’s face. “Jay, I don’t…I don’t have anything. And, I’m not too keen on running across the hall to rummage around Tom’s bedroom bare-assed either…We could always use spit, but…”
Jared looked thoughtful for a moment before he gracefully flipped them both over, and pushed up on one arm over Jensen. He used the other arm to reach down between them and wrap one large hand around both their dicks, jacking them both with tortuously slow strokes, pre-cum and Jared’s spit easing the way.
At the first touch of cock-to-cock, both men gasped with pleasure. Jensen, already worked up from the beginnings of the blowjob, grabbed onto Jared’s biceps to anchor himself as the sensations of Jared’s hand, Jared’s dick, coursed through his body.
He knew that he wasn’t going to last long; he was too worked up, excited by the almost voyeurism of having his closest friends in the next room - or, knowing Mike, pressed up against the door - and too high on the feelings he was fast developing for the younger man. Opening his eyes to look up into Jared’s face, he felt that rush of emotion wash over him again, like it had done every other minute since their first date. He knew he could fall for Jared, he was more certain of that truth than he’d been of anything else in his 25 years.
Desperate not to speak his thoughts aloud and embarrass himself with all the flowery details, he bit down on his bottom lip and thrust up harder into Jared’s grip. Jared’s eyes opened to meet his gaze and Jensen felt his breath fly out of his chest; he reached up to pull Jared in for another kiss. He slid his tongue around Jared’s forcefully, upping the passion, increasing the pleasure already making his entire body tingle.
Jared moaned into Jensen’s mouth, speeding up his strokes on their dicks, twisting his fist with every upstroke and tightening his hand, squeezing their cocks together, on the downstrokes. Jensen was writhing by this point, desperately close, but he wanted to see Jared fall apart first. Without making Jared lose his rhythm and without letting his mouth leave Jared’s, he flipped them over. He deftly slipped his own dick out of the equation and put his hand on top of Jared’s, both hands jacking him, and only him.
Jared became the one writhing on the bed as Jensen moved his mouth down along Jared’s jaw, placing agonizingly gentle kisses along the 5 o’clock shadow. Moving farther south, he sucked the skin of Jared’s neck into his mouth, marked the area with bruises and bites that would surely be there for days after. Rounding his back more, he continued down until he could close his mouth around one of Jared’s nipples.
As soon as Jensen’s tongue snaked out to tease, Jared arched up and came with a wordless cry, white liquid splashing across his own stomach and Jensen’s hand. His eyes locked with Jensen’s and one large hand cupped the back of Jensen’s neck, pulling the older man forward.
Their breaths mingled as they stared into one another’s eyes and Jensen milked Jared through the aftershocks. Mesmerized by all the emotions laid bare, floating in Jared’s hazel eyes, he had almost forgotten about his very neglected dick. Apparently, Jared hadn’t - while one hand was exploring his back and neck, the other was sliding in between them to wrap Jensen’s erection.
Jensen let out a surprised gasp, causing Jared’s face to split into a lazy, but highly amused smile. Jared obviously knew how close Jensen was because he wasted no time, automatically picking up the fast pace he’d had before. Jared’s face was so close to his that Jensen went cross-eyed trying to keep him in focus. Then, as Jared swiped his thumb over the head of his dick, he stopped trying and just closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Jared’s.
He could feel Jared watching him, watching the emotion and pleasure playing out on his face. In a move so loving Jensen almost wanted to cry, Jared shift his head, placing a kiss on the tip of Jensen’s nose. With a loud groan, Jensen came, his mess shooting out to join Jared’s on the younger man’s stomach.
After Jared milked out everything he had to offer, Jensen collapsed half off, half on top of Jared, who wordlessly wrapped his arms around him. After a few minutes, the stars began to recede from Jensen’s vision and sleep began to slowly take over. He was pretty sure that his total relaxation had made his senses a little dulled and that was the only possible explanation for his next words:
“I could fall for you.”
Jensen immediately stiffened, mind suddenly clear. Jared loosened his grip ever so slightly and nudged Jensen’s chin up. Jensen diverted his eyes, looking past Jared’s ear at the crumpled bedspread beneath them, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t see the younger man’s expression in his peripheral vision.
Jared was looking up at him in complete wonder, eyes widened in shock. But, there was something else there, too, that frightened Jensen more than he cared to admit. Underneath the innocence and the playfulness, beyond the shock and the happiness, there lied a kind of desperate despair that he knew could only come from a lover’s betrayal.
He hadn’t even realized, in his analysis of Jared’s eyes, that he had completely shifted his gaze so that he was staring into the deep hazel. His heart was racing, and he could feel Jared’s pounding against his own through many layers of flesh, bone and muscle. Despite his instincts, he could feel his body gearing up for fight-or-flight; sure that Jared was going to bolt at his unwanted admission.
But, to his surprise, all Jared did was lean up and place a quick kiss on his lips. Jensen’s sure there would have been more, but Mike chose that time to bang on the door, yelling, “Pizza’s here, lovers! Get off and come eat!”
Jensen, slightly disappointed but also immensely relieved, laughed. Luckily, Jared did too and they separated heir bodies with an odd squelching sound. The awkwardness seemed to be gone, save for the distant look in Jared’s eyes, as they tried to clean up the drying come on their chests and stomachs. The only thing they could find to use was the quilt and, since it already had some on it, they used it to wipe themselves up, stuffing it into the hamper in the guest bathroom.
They walked into the living room amongst catcalls and warnings that they’d better not start round two right there on the couch - that one was Chad’s - and settled themselves amongst their friends.
Over the next two hours, they laughed, joked, insulted, and basically acted like guys, beers in one hand, pizza in the other - well, except for Jared and Jensen, who both kept touching one another, with or without an excuse. The final plan for Halloween came out to be a pairing-themed costume party, where you had to be part of a famous duo, couple or group throughout history, even if you didn’t have a partner - that was Jared’s addition, so that everything was fair for those uncoupled. Jensen was supposed to call in his connections and get Christian Kane to play, so that they could draw in a bigger crowd.
Jared, whom Chad was driving home because they now lived in the same place - which Jensen would never be happy about - walked Jensen out to his car when it was all over. He still had a weird look in his eyes, like the past was threatening to overwhelm the current moment.
Jensen, afraid that he had done some irreparable damage, kept his hands to himself and whispered, “We’re okay…aren’t we? I didn’t mean…I mean…I shouldn’t have said that…back there…”
Jared smiled, completely genuine, and pulled Jensen to him with a hand on either hip. “Jen…”
Jensen waited for him to say more, but it never came. Instead, he leaned down and placed his lips upon Jensen’s; it would have been chaste if it weren’t for the thrumming of Jared’s body and the warmth flowing throughout Jensen’s from their point of contact.
The kiss was never deepened. It was just meant as a reassurance, a promise. Besides, they never got the chance as Chad came strolling by, smacking Jared on the back and completely ruining the moment.
Jared turned his head to glare at the blonde, who was laughing maniacally, while Jensen murmured, “You’re lucky you like that kid…”
Jared laughed too. “Oh, trust me, if anyone’s killing him, I’d be first in line.”
Then, he turned back to face Jensen, eyes narrowed, almost like he was memorizing something. Jensen smiled up at him, stretching to give him a quick kiss, before he turned and opened the door to his SUV, climbing in.
He waved at Jared, who waved back and then pulled away. Jensen’s lonely bed waited. He couldn’t stop his mind’s replay of that moment in the bedroom, still trying to figure out Jared and what he might have wanted to say. Apparently, Jensen wasn’t the only one with dark secrets.
“I could fall for you,” Jensen muttered to himself as he turned off the bedroom light 25 minutes later and crawled under the covers. “What kind of line is that?”
Even as he lay talking to himself in the dark, he couldn’t say that he wasn’t happy he said it. He felt like they were all on the brink of some monumental changes. For the better.
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