FIC: Probably
wendy says fandom needs a bedtime story. :D
This is for loony_moony, who asked for Jared/Jensen and FUCKING DOWNPOURS THAT COME OUT OF NOWHERE D: And well, I threw in my reaction to the whole J2-living-together-sitch that came up last week (best day EVER OMG). And here you go!
Title: Probably
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Wordcount: 2,550
Thanks: regala_electra for audiencing and cheering, and wendy for the last-minute lightning-fast beta! ♥
Summary: Because food tastes better off his plate.
Probably
And after the seventh crew member on the set gives Jared a cocked head and an odd, curious stare, he knows something's got to be up.
"Jensen," Jared calls out when he gets back to the house. Jensen finished his shots earlier that day, so he's already crashed out on the couch, watching his DVDs of Bones.
"Yeah?" Jensen answers back, and Jared flops over the side of the couch, head in the tumbled lanky mess of his arms and hair and the random couch pillows.
"What's wrong with my face?"
Jensen snorts, "People can see it."
"Har, har. No really-"
"Forrrreheeeeead of dooooom," Jensen coos snarkily and Jared finishes climbing over the back of the couch onto the sofa itself. He shoves and wriggles and just generally invades Jensen's space until he can get his ass on the couch.
"People kept looking at me funny today," Jared says, staring at the TV and tangling his legs with Jensen's. Fucker doesn't ever give him enough room.
"Oh yeah? I didn't notice anything."
"No, it's like, everything would be normal, I'd say 'Hi, how was your summer?' and then we chitchat, what's new, blah blah, Jensen's my roommate now actually, and like, weird stares." Jared quirks his mouth, "Huh. Maybe it has something to do with that."
Jensen laughs, "You think?"
"I mean, we're friends, we've known each other a long time and we work together and carpool and practically live in each other's pockets already, right? What's so strange about that?"
"Right, I mean, just because you and Sandy broke it off, and I'm gay now, it doesn't mean anything's going on between us," Jensen says, taking a sip of beer.
"Right, exactly, it's completely..." Jared cuts himself off, mentally rewinding what Jensen said. "You're what now?" he asks, quietly.
Jensen's eyes go wide, "Oh that's right, you weren't here for that. Sorry, I must have forgotten to mention-"
"You forgot to mention what now?" Jared's voice getting louder.
"Yeah, you must have been filming back when it, oh, um, well," Jensen laughs as Jared stares straight at him, incredulous look on his face. "I'm gay."
"Yeah, yeah I got that part. What exactly-I mean, how did you?"
"Iron Man," Jensen says with a nod.
"Iron Man." Jared repeats.
"Yeah, Robert Downey Jr. After that movie I was just-I mean I am done. With women. Pretty much."
"Iron Man. Made you gay."
"Robert Downey Jr.; and well, God made me gay, Jared. Iron Man just hit the final nail in the coffin. Danneel was pretty cool with it. She let me keep her copy of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Man, I should watch that again."
Jared's still reeling from how nonchalant Jensen's attitude is to the whole thing. "Really, you're just, you're gay for Robert Downey Jr. and that's final? No more girls?"
"Nope, man I'm done. And yeah, I guess I had all summer to process this, so..." Jensen waves his hand around and turns back to the television. Booth and Bones are having a moment and Jensen's breath kind of hitches and Jared never knew how he missed it before.
Fuckin' David Boreanez.
**
Jared goes to lie down on his bed once the episode finishes, his head still kind of swimming between exhaustion and the shock of it all. The bed dips slightly and Jensen's sitting at his side, hand touching his shoulder.
Only it's a different Jensen breathing the same air as him now, sharing the same space. This Jensen has a spark of something, and Jared tries to stay still, not to move in or out of the touch, even though he's sort of thrown by it. But at the same time-
"Jared, please don't tell me this changes anything. With you and me." Jensen sighs, taking his hand back tentatively. "I really couldn't stand it if it does. I don't know what I'd do if we were different. If we weren't friends like now."
Jared slides his hand to lay flat on Jensen's back, right at the curve of his spine. He can feel the rise and fall, the thrum and beat and ebbs and flows of Jensen. Networks of nerves and chains of muscles and blood and damn, Jared has been watching way too much Discovery Channel.
"Man, I've been watching way too much Discovery Channel," Jared says. "I keep picturing people skinless."
Jensen smiles and stands up, muttering a goodnight, you freak under his breath. He leaves the room, door slowly clicking shut behind him.
Jared's hand is still outstretched, reaching for him.
**
"So do you, y'know? Now?"
Jensen spears an entire sausage link off Jared's plate. "Yes, I do."
"How'd you know what I was asking?"
"I didn't, I just managed to get a piece of food off of your plate using my ninja-like skills of distraction," Jensen says, stuffing the sausage in his mouth before Jared can try to snatch it back. "Whuf wuf yuf askingf?"
"If you're having sex."
Jensen swallows, "What, right now?"
"Yeah, I mean no! Not right now!" Jared laughs some nerves off. "I meant like, are you having the gay sex, now?"
"The gay sex."
"Yeah, two guys, and they, y'know," Jared makes an obscene gesture with his hand to accompany it. "Or are you saving yourself for Robert Downey Jr.?"
Jensen doesn't say anything, just chews very, very carefully and takes a long drink of orange juice. Then, when he's sure that his palate is clear, he looks at Jared and says. "Are you high?"
Jared shakes his head. And Jensen gets quiet again, scanning his face for any sign of insincerity.
"Do you-do you think he'd actually go for a guy like me?" Jensen says, warily.
Jared beams. "C'mon, who wouldn't? If I was RDJ, I'd fuck you."
**
They're buying groceries when Jared deliberately nudges the cart into Jensen's backside to get his attention and says. "I have a plan."
"No more Lucky Charms muffins dude, I think that gave my cavities cavities."
Jared shakes his head. "I'm gonna get you laid by Iron Man."
"Jared," Jensen says, brow creased.
"No, really! I got this figured out, I have an elaborate plan," Jared says, holding one finger up. "One that cannot fail."
"Jared, I am not saving myself for-"
"Just leave it to me, okay?"
"Why do you care so much about me getting laid?" Jensen asks flat-out. Jared shrugs.
"Just, y'know you should get into the swing of things. Date some hot guys, have some hot guy-on-guy or whatever it is you're into now. Uhh, pitching or catching or center-field or, well obviously, shortstop."
Jensen smacks Jared in the back of the head with a bag of cilantro.
**
"...And that's my plan," Jared concludes over dinner. It's taco night, and Jensen is rather thankful because taco night also means it's margarita night.
"That is the dumbest fucking plan ever. And I think, yeah probably seventeen kinds of illegal. And it probably violates the Canadian human rights laws, which would get us deported and then we'd be out of a job, and a house." Jensen drinks down what's left of his margarita before getting up for a refill.
"So, that's a no?" Jared says, passing his empty glass along to Jensen.
Jensen stalls at the dish of salt, picking up a slice of lime and running it along the rim of their glasses. "When are you going to start dating again, Jared?"
Jared bites down on the inside of his mouth, and stares at the plates on the table. The mess of ingredients and crumbs and his half-finished taco and Jensen's taco, which he's been picking at because maybe food tastes a little better off Jensen's plate.
"Food tastes better off your plate," Jared blurts out again, he's got to watch these non-sequiters.
"That's not an answer," Jensen says as he sits down and hands Jared a drink.
Isn't it? Jared thinks as he takes the lime from Jensen's drink and bites down on it.
**
"You two have taco night! How are you not fucking? How are you not fucking right fucking now?" Chad says over the phone when Jared calls him two nights later. "You share a house and he feeds you and you steal his food because it tastes better and you're trying to get him laid so he won't notice that you've been wearing a fucking chastity belt since the day he came out to you, (which I fucking knew from the fucking start, and fucking someone owes me a c-note if I can remember who it was that foolishly bet me Ackles liked pussy). And you know-fuck me. What were we talking about?"
Jared puts the earpiece back to his ear, now that Chad's stopped yelling. "I was asking you how your grandmother was doing?"
"Oh, oh yeah Nana's fine. Doctor says it's just tendonitis in her wrists." Chad pauses, someone murmurs in the room and then comes back to the line. "Nana says you're gonna lose that boy to some twinky horny Canadian trick if you don't bang him soon. And hard."
Jared rubs his forehead. "Nana still using that special glaucoma medicine of hers?"
"Dude, government weed is the fucking balls."
**
"I think if we actually double-dated, we'd officially start to get sick of each other. I mean, that's gotta be our limit," Jensen says, tossing the Nerf ball at Jared. They're in the empty lot on set, taking a break.
"Nah, I think we're immune to that pretty much." Jared throws it back effortlessly.
Jensen smiles, "You really think?" He tosses it in an arc but before Jared can catch it, Harley intercepts. Then Jared laughs and it becomes a tug-o-war, which ends with Jared and Harley and Sadie rolling around on the ground until the dogs out-maneuver Jared and they run off with the football, Jensen laughing hysterically the entire time.
"Nice help there, pal," Jared says holding his hand up as Jensen pulls him off his ass.
"Didn't look like you needed any," Jensen says, and then smiling, angles his head towards the make-up girl, Amy, and her friend in wardrobe, Michael. "So, do you want to?"
Jared shakes his head, "Nah."
Jensen nods, "Me neither."
**
For once, they actually get rained out of a day of shooting, and by the grace of something, the director decides to wait for the weather to turn back to sunny, instead of just pushing forward with filming during a torrential downpour.
Jared pulled the short straw, which means he's the one running from the car to the front door, getting soaked to the bone and ringing the bell frantically until Jensen opens up and he bursts in, thrusting the drenched paper bag of groceries into Jensen's arms.
"The fuck?"
"Forgot my umbrella," Jared mutters and curses under his breath as he strides to the bathroom, peeling off pieces of wet clothing and letting them hit the floor with a smack.
He expects Jensen to laugh at him, call him an idiot, but he doesn't.
Jensen just, breathes.
And that's when Jared realizes that Jensen hasn't moved away from the view of the bathroom, nor has Jared bothered to close the door. Jared's pulling off a clingy wet shirt, his back facing Jensen, and Jensen's eyes are going up and down the muscles and curves of his back and his wet, wet jeans clinging to his backside and Jensen's-
Breathing.
Jared turns to Jensen and he forgets he's got his hand on the fly of his jeans and they're coming off, hips jutting out from the clothing and Jensen drops the grocery bag on the floor.
There's spaghetti sauce seeping into Jared's carpet and Jensen's tongue massaging his collarbone.
It all ends too quickly and Jensen is gone in a flash, the door slamming shut leaving Jared alone in the bathroom. He turns the shower up to cold, even though it's probably going to make him sick.
**
"We have taco night, for chrissake! How have we not been fucking?" Jared points out.
Jensen groans. "Jared, that's not the same."
"I know, I'm not Robert Downey Jr."
"Will you shut up about him, already?"
"I can grow a mustache."
"No, you can't," Jensen says. "I told you Jared, I don't want you to treat me any differently, I just want things to stay the same."
"I'm not talking about treating you differently! We're friends!"
"With benefits?"
Jared holds his mouth tight, and sidesteps Jensen when he tries to walk around him. "You kissed me."
"I licked you, technically."
Jared raises an eyebrow. "You should kiss me then, I'm a great kisser."
"You're not queer."
Jared sighs, "Well, nobody's perfect, Jensen. I'm not Iron Man."
**
Jared is a wonderful kisser.
He knows how to appreciate a wonderful mouth. Which he reminds Jensen that he has. A wonderful mouth, an amazing mouth, an incredible, fuck me, fuck me now, mouth.
A what?
A fuck me, fuck me now, mouth.
Really? You think?
Jared is a wonderful kisser, a wonderful fuck.
**
Jensen's mouth over his, sucking and licking and everything to do with lips and teeth and tongue. Jensen's mouth, wet and warm and Jensen's fist in Jared's hair. Other hand holding Jared's leg wrapped possessively around his waist. Pushing his cock deeper and deeper and pulling out and pushing again. Long, lovely thrusts and long legs. Jared is all limbs and hands bigger then Jensen realized he had. Jensen feels caught in a vise grip and he doesn't care at all.
And in being caught, held, cradled, and fucking his way into his best friend he hears Jared saying something, panting words into his skin, his lips, his cheek.
"Don't you change, Jensen," he says. "I couldn't stand to lose you right now. Don't you run off and leave me. Don't you freak out and think we've ruined the best friendship ever. Don't be that asshole that can't see that I'm fucking in lo-"
Jared comes, with a stutter and a groan. Liquid shoots up against Jensen's stomach, and Jared's eyes are glassy, pupils dilated and mouth kiss-swollen and closed. He's making little sexy noises in the back of his throat and Jensen thrusts in a few more times before he follows Jared. The vibrations and tingles of his orgasm running through him as he collapses against Jared's body.
**
"Johnny Depp," Jared mumbles into Jensen's shoulder the next morning. Jensen stops brushing his teeth and turns to him. Jared nuzzles against the skin there, kissing him and Jensen sways a little more than he'd care to admit.
"Johnny Depp?" Jensen asks when he finishes rinsing out his mouth.
"I'm gay for Johnny Depp. In Edward Scissorhands. God, that's embarrassing."
"Why?" Jensen asks.
"Because, 13-year old girls and the like. I couldn't be gay for him in Pirates or From Hell or something manly like that. I had to be gay for Johnny Depp in fucking leather bondage fetish gear."
"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite to tease like that, Jared?"
**
"So you live together? Isn't that, kind of gay?"
"Living together doesn't make us gay."
"Being married would be really gay, though."
Jensen eyes the ring on his finger. "Probably."
This is for loony_moony, who asked for Jared/Jensen and FUCKING DOWNPOURS THAT COME OUT OF NOWHERE D: And well, I threw in my reaction to the whole J2-living-together-sitch that came up last week (best day EVER OMG). And here you go!
Title: Probably
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Wordcount: 2,550
Thanks: regala_electra for audiencing and cheering, and wendy for the last-minute lightning-fast beta! ♥
Summary: Because food tastes better off his plate.
Probably
And after the seventh crew member on the set gives Jared a cocked head and an odd, curious stare, he knows something's got to be up.
"Jensen," Jared calls out when he gets back to the house. Jensen finished his shots earlier that day, so he's already crashed out on the couch, watching his DVDs of Bones.
"Yeah?" Jensen answers back, and Jared flops over the side of the couch, head in the tumbled lanky mess of his arms and hair and the random couch pillows.
"What's wrong with my face?"
Jensen snorts, "People can see it."
"Har, har. No really-"
"Forrrreheeeeead of dooooom," Jensen coos snarkily and Jared finishes climbing over the back of the couch onto the sofa itself. He shoves and wriggles and just generally invades Jensen's space until he can get his ass on the couch.
"People kept looking at me funny today," Jared says, staring at the TV and tangling his legs with Jensen's. Fucker doesn't ever give him enough room.
"Oh yeah? I didn't notice anything."
"No, it's like, everything would be normal, I'd say 'Hi, how was your summer?' and then we chitchat, what's new, blah blah, Jensen's my roommate now actually, and like, weird stares." Jared quirks his mouth, "Huh. Maybe it has something to do with that."
Jensen laughs, "You think?"
"I mean, we're friends, we've known each other a long time and we work together and carpool and practically live in each other's pockets already, right? What's so strange about that?"
"Right, I mean, just because you and Sandy broke it off, and I'm gay now, it doesn't mean anything's going on between us," Jensen says, taking a sip of beer.
"Right, exactly, it's completely..." Jared cuts himself off, mentally rewinding what Jensen said. "You're what now?" he asks, quietly.
Jensen's eyes go wide, "Oh that's right, you weren't here for that. Sorry, I must have forgotten to mention-"
"You forgot to mention what now?" Jared's voice getting louder.
"Yeah, you must have been filming back when it, oh, um, well," Jensen laughs as Jared stares straight at him, incredulous look on his face. "I'm gay."
"Yeah, yeah I got that part. What exactly-I mean, how did you?"
"Iron Man," Jensen says with a nod.
"Iron Man." Jared repeats.
"Yeah, Robert Downey Jr. After that movie I was just-I mean I am done. With women. Pretty much."
"Iron Man. Made you gay."
"Robert Downey Jr.; and well, God made me gay, Jared. Iron Man just hit the final nail in the coffin. Danneel was pretty cool with it. She let me keep her copy of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Man, I should watch that again."
Jared's still reeling from how nonchalant Jensen's attitude is to the whole thing. "Really, you're just, you're gay for Robert Downey Jr. and that's final? No more girls?"
"Nope, man I'm done. And yeah, I guess I had all summer to process this, so..." Jensen waves his hand around and turns back to the television. Booth and Bones are having a moment and Jensen's breath kind of hitches and Jared never knew how he missed it before.
Fuckin' David Boreanez.
**
Jared goes to lie down on his bed once the episode finishes, his head still kind of swimming between exhaustion and the shock of it all. The bed dips slightly and Jensen's sitting at his side, hand touching his shoulder.
Only it's a different Jensen breathing the same air as him now, sharing the same space. This Jensen has a spark of something, and Jared tries to stay still, not to move in or out of the touch, even though he's sort of thrown by it. But at the same time-
"Jared, please don't tell me this changes anything. With you and me." Jensen sighs, taking his hand back tentatively. "I really couldn't stand it if it does. I don't know what I'd do if we were different. If we weren't friends like now."
Jared slides his hand to lay flat on Jensen's back, right at the curve of his spine. He can feel the rise and fall, the thrum and beat and ebbs and flows of Jensen. Networks of nerves and chains of muscles and blood and damn, Jared has been watching way too much Discovery Channel.
"Man, I've been watching way too much Discovery Channel," Jared says. "I keep picturing people skinless."
Jensen smiles and stands up, muttering a goodnight, you freak under his breath. He leaves the room, door slowly clicking shut behind him.
Jared's hand is still outstretched, reaching for him.
**
"So do you, y'know? Now?"
Jensen spears an entire sausage link off Jared's plate. "Yes, I do."
"How'd you know what I was asking?"
"I didn't, I just managed to get a piece of food off of your plate using my ninja-like skills of distraction," Jensen says, stuffing the sausage in his mouth before Jared can try to snatch it back. "Whuf wuf yuf askingf?"
"If you're having sex."
Jensen swallows, "What, right now?"
"Yeah, I mean no! Not right now!" Jared laughs some nerves off. "I meant like, are you having the gay sex, now?"
"The gay sex."
"Yeah, two guys, and they, y'know," Jared makes an obscene gesture with his hand to accompany it. "Or are you saving yourself for Robert Downey Jr.?"
Jensen doesn't say anything, just chews very, very carefully and takes a long drink of orange juice. Then, when he's sure that his palate is clear, he looks at Jared and says. "Are you high?"
Jared shakes his head. And Jensen gets quiet again, scanning his face for any sign of insincerity.
"Do you-do you think he'd actually go for a guy like me?" Jensen says, warily.
Jared beams. "C'mon, who wouldn't? If I was RDJ, I'd fuck you."
**
They're buying groceries when Jared deliberately nudges the cart into Jensen's backside to get his attention and says. "I have a plan."
"No more Lucky Charms muffins dude, I think that gave my cavities cavities."
Jared shakes his head. "I'm gonna get you laid by Iron Man."
"Jared," Jensen says, brow creased.
"No, really! I got this figured out, I have an elaborate plan," Jared says, holding one finger up. "One that cannot fail."
"Jared, I am not saving myself for-"
"Just leave it to me, okay?"
"Why do you care so much about me getting laid?" Jensen asks flat-out. Jared shrugs.
"Just, y'know you should get into the swing of things. Date some hot guys, have some hot guy-on-guy or whatever it is you're into now. Uhh, pitching or catching or center-field or, well obviously, shortstop."
Jensen smacks Jared in the back of the head with a bag of cilantro.
**
"...And that's my plan," Jared concludes over dinner. It's taco night, and Jensen is rather thankful because taco night also means it's margarita night.
"That is the dumbest fucking plan ever. And I think, yeah probably seventeen kinds of illegal. And it probably violates the Canadian human rights laws, which would get us deported and then we'd be out of a job, and a house." Jensen drinks down what's left of his margarita before getting up for a refill.
"So, that's a no?" Jared says, passing his empty glass along to Jensen.
Jensen stalls at the dish of salt, picking up a slice of lime and running it along the rim of their glasses. "When are you going to start dating again, Jared?"
Jared bites down on the inside of his mouth, and stares at the plates on the table. The mess of ingredients and crumbs and his half-finished taco and Jensen's taco, which he's been picking at because maybe food tastes a little better off Jensen's plate.
"Food tastes better off your plate," Jared blurts out again, he's got to watch these non-sequiters.
"That's not an answer," Jensen says as he sits down and hands Jared a drink.
Isn't it? Jared thinks as he takes the lime from Jensen's drink and bites down on it.
**
"You two have taco night! How are you not fucking? How are you not fucking right fucking now?" Chad says over the phone when Jared calls him two nights later. "You share a house and he feeds you and you steal his food because it tastes better and you're trying to get him laid so he won't notice that you've been wearing a fucking chastity belt since the day he came out to you, (which I fucking knew from the fucking start, and fucking someone owes me a c-note if I can remember who it was that foolishly bet me Ackles liked pussy). And you know-fuck me. What were we talking about?"
Jared puts the earpiece back to his ear, now that Chad's stopped yelling. "I was asking you how your grandmother was doing?"
"Oh, oh yeah Nana's fine. Doctor says it's just tendonitis in her wrists." Chad pauses, someone murmurs in the room and then comes back to the line. "Nana says you're gonna lose that boy to some twinky horny Canadian trick if you don't bang him soon. And hard."
Jared rubs his forehead. "Nana still using that special glaucoma medicine of hers?"
"Dude, government weed is the fucking balls."
**
"I think if we actually double-dated, we'd officially start to get sick of each other. I mean, that's gotta be our limit," Jensen says, tossing the Nerf ball at Jared. They're in the empty lot on set, taking a break.
"Nah, I think we're immune to that pretty much." Jared throws it back effortlessly.
Jensen smiles, "You really think?" He tosses it in an arc but before Jared can catch it, Harley intercepts. Then Jared laughs and it becomes a tug-o-war, which ends with Jared and Harley and Sadie rolling around on the ground until the dogs out-maneuver Jared and they run off with the football, Jensen laughing hysterically the entire time.
"Nice help there, pal," Jared says holding his hand up as Jensen pulls him off his ass.
"Didn't look like you needed any," Jensen says, and then smiling, angles his head towards the make-up girl, Amy, and her friend in wardrobe, Michael. "So, do you want to?"
Jared shakes his head, "Nah."
Jensen nods, "Me neither."
**
For once, they actually get rained out of a day of shooting, and by the grace of something, the director decides to wait for the weather to turn back to sunny, instead of just pushing forward with filming during a torrential downpour.
Jared pulled the short straw, which means he's the one running from the car to the front door, getting soaked to the bone and ringing the bell frantically until Jensen opens up and he bursts in, thrusting the drenched paper bag of groceries into Jensen's arms.
"The fuck?"
"Forgot my umbrella," Jared mutters and curses under his breath as he strides to the bathroom, peeling off pieces of wet clothing and letting them hit the floor with a smack.
He expects Jensen to laugh at him, call him an idiot, but he doesn't.
Jensen just, breathes.
And that's when Jared realizes that Jensen hasn't moved away from the view of the bathroom, nor has Jared bothered to close the door. Jared's pulling off a clingy wet shirt, his back facing Jensen, and Jensen's eyes are going up and down the muscles and curves of his back and his wet, wet jeans clinging to his backside and Jensen's-
Breathing.
Jared turns to Jensen and he forgets he's got his hand on the fly of his jeans and they're coming off, hips jutting out from the clothing and Jensen drops the grocery bag on the floor.
There's spaghetti sauce seeping into Jared's carpet and Jensen's tongue massaging his collarbone.
It all ends too quickly and Jensen is gone in a flash, the door slamming shut leaving Jared alone in the bathroom. He turns the shower up to cold, even though it's probably going to make him sick.
**
"We have taco night, for chrissake! How have we not been fucking?" Jared points out.
Jensen groans. "Jared, that's not the same."
"I know, I'm not Robert Downey Jr."
"Will you shut up about him, already?"
"I can grow a mustache."
"No, you can't," Jensen says. "I told you Jared, I don't want you to treat me any differently, I just want things to stay the same."
"I'm not talking about treating you differently! We're friends!"
"With benefits?"
Jared holds his mouth tight, and sidesteps Jensen when he tries to walk around him. "You kissed me."
"I licked you, technically."
Jared raises an eyebrow. "You should kiss me then, I'm a great kisser."
"You're not queer."
Jared sighs, "Well, nobody's perfect, Jensen. I'm not Iron Man."
**
Jared is a wonderful kisser.
He knows how to appreciate a wonderful mouth. Which he reminds Jensen that he has. A wonderful mouth, an amazing mouth, an incredible, fuck me, fuck me now, mouth.
A what?
A fuck me, fuck me now, mouth.
Really? You think?
Jared is a wonderful kisser, a wonderful fuck.
**
Jensen's mouth over his, sucking and licking and everything to do with lips and teeth and tongue. Jensen's mouth, wet and warm and Jensen's fist in Jared's hair. Other hand holding Jared's leg wrapped possessively around his waist. Pushing his cock deeper and deeper and pulling out and pushing again. Long, lovely thrusts and long legs. Jared is all limbs and hands bigger then Jensen realized he had. Jensen feels caught in a vise grip and he doesn't care at all.
And in being caught, held, cradled, and fucking his way into his best friend he hears Jared saying something, panting words into his skin, his lips, his cheek.
"Don't you change, Jensen," he says. "I couldn't stand to lose you right now. Don't you run off and leave me. Don't you freak out and think we've ruined the best friendship ever. Don't be that asshole that can't see that I'm fucking in lo-"
Jared comes, with a stutter and a groan. Liquid shoots up against Jensen's stomach, and Jared's eyes are glassy, pupils dilated and mouth kiss-swollen and closed. He's making little sexy noises in the back of his throat and Jensen thrusts in a few more times before he follows Jared. The vibrations and tingles of his orgasm running through him as he collapses against Jared's body.
**
"Johnny Depp," Jared mumbles into Jensen's shoulder the next morning. Jensen stops brushing his teeth and turns to him. Jared nuzzles against the skin there, kissing him and Jensen sways a little more than he'd care to admit.
"Johnny Depp?" Jensen asks when he finishes rinsing out his mouth.
"I'm gay for Johnny Depp. In Edward Scissorhands. God, that's embarrassing."
"Why?" Jensen asks.
"Because, 13-year old girls and the like. I couldn't be gay for him in Pirates or From Hell or something manly like that. I had to be gay for Johnny Depp in fucking leather bondage fetish gear."
"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite to tease like that, Jared?"
**
"So you live together? Isn't that, kind of gay?"
"Living together doesn't make us gay."
"Being married would be really gay, though."
Jensen eyes the ring on his finger. "Probably."