Along Came Jared - Chapter 3

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“So, what's the plan now?” Sam asks later that afternoon, sitting down behind her desk.

“I'll talk to Mike. I have to meet up with him to discuss his latest contract anyway,” Jensen explains from the chair facing her. “We'll see if he remembers any specific negotiations concerning that part of the contract, and see if he still has his copy of the contract, while we’re at it. But I'm afraid they just brushed it off as a regular phrase. It was Mike's first contract, after all, and he didn't have an agent back then. I bet he didn't even notice.”

Sam nods, idly twisting the pen between her fingers, pondering. “And what are our options, since they didn't agree to a compensatory payment?”

“Either we offer them an even higher amount of compensation-but from what I've seen from them today, I hardly expect them to agree. In fact, they'd be stupid if they did, since they can sue for an even higher amount in court. Option two: offer them more money and a percentage of future profits from the book. Option three: wait for them to sue us, which, in the worst case, will put us into court. I'm used to that part from my former position, and I can legally represent us. That's not the problem here. However, I'd like to consult an external lawyer to take a look at this beforehand, if you agree.”

“I do.”

“Thank you.”

“Our chances of winning this case in court are pretty much non-existent, though, aren't they?” Sam mutters quietly after a few moments.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“I can't afford to lose the money or the client.”

“I know. But as it is, they're the big publishing house next to our small business, and they don't need to maintain a good business relationship with us. They can afford stepping on our toes,” Jensen sighs.

“Do you think they'd deliberately put us out of business like that? Because, at this point, that's not 'stepping on our toes' any more.”

“I don't know. They might,” Jensen shrugs. “There’s no way we can prove it, even if that’s the case.”

“So what do we do?” Sam sighs.

It's a rhetorical question, making them both sit there in silence for a minute or two.

“Do we know of any other publishers who had problems with Green in the past?” Jensen asks on a whim.

“Not really, no.”



After having a quiet, but relaxed dinner with Jared-steaks and mashed potatoes-they curl up on the couch together. Jensen is wiped from the day, and doesn't even care that he's still in his suit and tie; he just leans into the touch of Jared's arm around his shoulders and enjoys the comfort.

It's one of those days where he just wants to be quiet, watch some mindless TV without even listening to what the anchorman says, and not speak a word. He usually spends his evenings catching up on The Huffington Post, but he's too tired to even get his tablet out to read.

Without needing to be told, Jared got that part immediately. Instead of talking non-stop like he usually does, he strokes Jensen's arm absentmindedly as they watch the news, and provides a solid body for Jensen to lean against.

Somewhere during a rerun of Two and a Half Men, Jensen falls asleep on Jared's shoulder.

He's woken some time later by Jared's hand idly carding through his hair, and he blinks into the blurry light of the TV to adjust his vision. Jared smiles down at him fondly when he doesn't move one inch from his position.

“What is it,” Jensen mumbles, although it's not really a question.

“You snore.”

Jensen huffs. “Not always.”

“You drooled on my shirt.”

“Oh,” Jensen says, quickly lifting his head to find, indeed, a wet spot. He quickly wipes over his lips with the back of his hand. “I'm sorry.”

And Jared grins at him, shakes his head. “It was kind of adorable.”

“Shut up, I'm not adorable. I'm a grown-ass man,” Jensen grumbles.

“Trust me, I know,” Jared snickers at that. “Are you feeling better?”

“M-hm.”

“Great,” Jared says, and leans in to kiss Jensen on his lips. Just a short peck, quick and affectionate.

“How late is it, anyway?”

“11 p.m. - You wanna stay the night?” Jared offers.

Jensen is, admittedly, quite comfortable right where he is, at Jared's side, and he doesn't want to leave. Sure, he could still catch a bus, but, on a day like this, he'd probably fall asleep on the 10 minute ride and miss his stop. And, honestly, why not take Jared up on his offer?

So he nods, much to Jared's obvious joy, and they let the dogs out into the yard before they prepare for bed.

“I didn't really expect... well, this,” Jared says when they they're on their way up to the second floor. “So the guest room isn't prepared. You can have the couch if you want, or the other half of my bed.”

And well, said bed turns out to be king-sized and looks very inviting, and Jensen knows for a fact that he's too tall to stretch out on the couch anyway.

“I'll take the bed, if you don't mind.”

“As if I’d mind,” Jared huffs and shakes his head amused, then wraps his arms around Jensen's waist, pulling him flush against his body to kiss him. Soft, determined, gentle, happy. He's grinning against Jensen's lips, placing a series of short, playful nips and kisses on them as he starts to walk them into the room. Jensen has his back to the bed and is actually surprised when the edge of the mattress hits the backs of his shins. Instinctively, he lets himself fall backwards, and makes sure to pull Jared down with him.

The taller man ends up hovering over Jensen with his knees on both sides of Jensen's hips, and when their kiss breaks due to the impact, they stare at each other breathlessly.

Until Jared chuckles and lets one of his hands run down the row of buttons on Jensen's shirt. “Have I already told you how insanely hot you look in a suit?”

“No, you haven't,” Jensen smirks.

“Then, for the record, I could eat you alive,” Jared growls, then leans back down to lock their lips together, nibbles at Jensen's bottom lip with his teeth and subsequently runs his tongue over it. He flips open button after button, until Jensen's tie is the only thing that holds the shirt together at the collar.

Needless to say, Jensen is instantly fully awake from his nap and very much interested. That much is clear when Jared places his thigh between Jensen's legs, and leans forward to cover Jensen completely with his body. They're pressed against each other from head to toe, Jared's erection unmistakable against the jut of Jensen's hip.

Jared hums contently as he slips his tongue into Jensen's mouth, and at this point, Jensen is already turning to jello under Jared’s hands, which are busy pulling his tie loose and pushing his shirt aside. Having Jared on top of him like that is new, and it’s also sexy as fuck, and Jensen feels his heart racing and his dick hardening where it’s pressed against Jared’s. The long, thick line of it is prominently throbbing against him, and he hasn’t felt anything like it ever before.

At this point, he just wants to shove his hand down the front of Jared's pants - so he does.

“Oh,” Jared breaks the kiss to stare at him when Jensen's hand closes around his dick, stroking him in the narrow space that his pants provide. “So I guess I don't have to ask if you're in the mood, too?” he grins.

A chuckle drops from Jensen's lips. “Well, after a day like this, I could really do with some relaxation.”

“I think I've got just the right idea for that,” Jared grins, nibbles along Jensen's jaw, kisses his way down his chest and mouths at his stomach. When he reaches the waistband of Jensen’s suit pants, he buries his nose right beside his hard cock, and only a few layers of clothing are separating Jared’s mouth from it.

Jensen wordlessly opens his belt buckle and the button underneath. It takes Jared mere seconds to get with the program, and after opening Jensen's zipper, he lowers his mouth over the hard bulge in Jensen's boxer briefs. Playfully, he moves his mouth down the shaft, nipping at the soft cotton, and Jensen just wants.

“You okay with this?” Jared adds as an afterthought.

Jensen raises an eyebrow instead of answering Jared straight away, and simply pushes down his pants and underwear as far as possible. Jared takes care of it from there, pulling the clothes fully off, and Jensen watches, amused, as Jared's eyes go wide at the sight of his cock, curving up towards his belly.

“Jesus,” he groans, and dips his head to lick across and around the head, before engulfing Jensen's cock with his mouth.

It happens so fast that Jensen barely has time to react, but when he registers what's happening, all he can do is groan.

At first, Jensen tenses all over from the familiar, yet different sensation. Jared's five o'clock shadow rubs against his sensitive skin when he sucks Jensen balls deep into his throat, and Jensen moans helplessly underneath him.

Damn straight he's okay with this. Really, really okay with this.

Jared looks up from in-between his legs and winks, then starts bopping up and down on his dick, and Jensen watches in fascination. It's not his first blowjob, far from that.

But while Joanna wasn't exactly prude when it came to stuff they did in bed, she always refused to blow him. So when Jared's tight, wet mouth around him makes him groan yet again, Jensen seriously asks himself how he has managed to live this long without a blowjob.

As if he had read Jensen's thoughts, Jared looks up again as he slowly pulls off. “Love your cock,” he mumbles as he licks his way down the shaft until he reaches Jensen's balls. Carefully, he wraps his lips around Jensen's sack and sucks one testicle into his mouth, tongue grazing gently over the sensitive area. Which Jensen hasn't had done to him ever, taking him completely by surprise and almost making him come.

Jared retreats quickly and watches amused as Jensen's dick gives a few desperate twitches.

“Shut up,” Jensen grins down at him, and tries to catch his breath again.

“I didn't say anything,” Jared defends himself with sparkling eyes before he goes back down on Jensen.

And Jensen can't help but lose himself in the feeling of Jared's lips on him, hot and wet and perfect around the head of his dick, while the other man's fingers pump along the shaft simultaneously. The strokes alternate between gentle and teasing to quick and frantic, and Jensen finds himself way too close to coming yet again.

Jared looks up once more, grins around the cock between his lips when he notices Jensen's obviously flushed cheeks and gaping lips. He uses his palm to cup Jensen's balls, rolls them in his fingers carefully, sending another wave of pleasure through him.

Which, finally, is too much for Jensen to hold off his orgasm any longer.

“Jared,” he moans. “I'm gonna-”

Taking the warning, Jared manages to pull off just in time. His climax hits hard, come splattering all over Jared's hand and his own belly as waves of arousal wash over him repeatedly. Jensen is so gone, so lost in the force of his orgasm that he's not able to form one coherent thought right now.

Only after he has taken a few shaky breaths, does Jensen slowly opens his eyes to find Jared still kneeling between his spread legs, chin rested on his hip and watching him.

“You're insanely hot when you're coming,” Jared tells him, his voice wrecked. He straightens up so he's at eye level with Jensen, and Jensen doesn't hesitate for a second before leaning in and capturing those swollen lips between his. He can still taste himself on Jared's lips, and if Jensen hadn’t been so deeply sated and hadn't still felt the adrenaline from his orgasm pumping through his veins, he'd probably be ready for round two right now.

Jared moans desperately into his mouth, and Jensen realizes he's the only one who's had some relief so far. With a grin, Jensen covers Jared's hard, straining dick with his hand. He strokes the bulge firmly, uses his whole palm to create pressure, and meets the subsequent jerk of Jared's hips.

“Jensen,” Jared moans. “It's not-please.”

“Not what?” Jensen teases, as he slowly opens the zipper of Jared's jeans.

“Not enough,” Jared punctuates it with a kiss, whispering roughly against Jensen's lips, “Need something more. Your hand on me, just-anything. Please...” he trails off and latches his lips onto Jensen's once more.

Without a word, Jensen grins against his lips as he undoes the button. Then he slips his hand under the waistband of Jared's jeans and cups his cock firmly, muffling Jared's moan against his mouth.

It only takes a couple well-paced strokes and some licking against his lips for Jared to lean back and groan loudly, his head dropping heavily onto Jensen's shoulder as he comes. Jared's dick in Jensen's hand is pulsing, spilling come down onto Jensen's belly, where it mingles with his own.

And Jensen promptly finds he has to replace the hottest moment he's ever witnessed in his life.

“Wow,” he says afterwards. “Remind me to return that favor properly some time.”

“Oh, that was hot enough as it was,” Jared pants heavily.

Jensen grins at him, and then reaches out to card his fingers through Jared's floppy hair, brushing it away from his face gently. When he makes it to Jared's neck, Jensen pulls Jared into another kiss, a slow one this time.



There are a few things that still get Jensen's mind reeling, but for the moment, he tries to avoid them.

For one, there's the fact that once upon a time, he wanted to have a family at this point in his life - a wife, a house, a dog, and 2.4 kids. Instead, he's questioning his sexual identity at age 35, and has no idea how to deal with it, other than to spend a lot of time with his best friend, with whom he has a relationship that qualifies as something between friends with benefits and dating.

Scratch that, dating isn't an option at the moment. He's okay with friends with benefits.

Jensen would rather bury his head in work, working late and establishing regular business dinners with his clients than to go out and meet new people-read: women. And really, it's okay like that. It's not like he's got time for dating someone anyway.

Sexually speaking, regular handjobs from Jared are just as satisfying without the trouble of dating. There's the occasional blowjob happening in between, and Jensen finds out that while Jared is everything but submissive when it comes to sex, he loves having Jensen's hands in his hair, pushing him down onto his cock. Jensen doesn't complain, because it's hot as hell and no girl let him fuck her mouth, ever. Jared gets off on it, one time notably in his pants without one tiny bit of stimulation from Jensen's side.

There are a few things he finds out about himself, too. He likes it when Jared strips him completely naked, covers his body with his bulkier form, and rubs their cocks together. That move has something so innocent and yet so dirty that it almost makes Jensen come immediately the first time they do it. Jared surprised him yet again by wrapping his huge palm around both their dicks and stroking them together, and he doesn't last long after that.

So, sexually speaking and general confusion aside, Jensen is pretty content. He's not gay, but sex with Jared is awesome.



Michael Rosenbaum meets up with him at the beginning of May for a revision of his contract. It took Jensen and Sam some negotiations, but at this point, the contract is finally ready to sign. So Jensen heads down to Ty's coffee shop in the early afternoon of a rainy Wednesday to find the author sitting at the table in the quiet corner they prefer.

They met several times since the contract litigations started, and Jensen has gotten to know Mike as a balding, but confident man who has no problem announcing his bisexuality to the world at large. He's also a huge fan of video games, which resulted in both his first and his latest book.

“Mike,” Jensen greets him with a wide smile.

“Jensen,” Mike answers cheerfully, getting up to shake his hand and pull him into a half-armed hug. “How are you?”

“Good, really good,” Jensen smiles as he returns the greeting. “Anything I can get you?”

“Tall coffee, black, please?”

A short minute of Ty working his magic later, Jensen sits back down at the table, placing a cup of Ty's delicious house roasted coffee in front of Mike and a similar one in front of himself.

“So,” he starts without further ado. “First things first, about our issue with Green-”

Mike nods and sighs. “I know. Sorry, but I couldn't find the copy of the contract you asked me for. I guess it's somewhere in all the stuff I stored at my parent's place after my last move.”

Jensen rubs his temple with one hand, trying to ease the upcoming headache. “That's unfortunate. Could you maybe ask them to look through it?”

“Already did. But it's a lot and my mom doesn't know in which box to look. I don't have the time to fly back home at the moment, so I'll have to wait for her to find it.”

Jensen sighs, closes his eyes for a second.

“Sorry for not having better news for you,” Mike says, and Jensen feels guilty for making him look so crestfallen.

“Hey, no, it's okay. It's not like that'd change much about the clause that's causing the issue here, anyway,” Jensen shrugs.

“They didn't even discuss this with me back then, and I was just glad that I had a pretty fair deal for my first book. I always thought it was a standard writer.”

“I know you did, Mike. We'll see what we'll do, just let me know if that contract surfaces. Okay, so... I've got your contract, edited the way we agreed on last time, right here. Take note of this-and this clause that we changed.” His explanation is completed by pointing at the parts he's talking about, quickly filing through the document.

“I see,” Mike nods after a long while of studying the contract. “So about the royalties-”

Jensen raises his hands, smiles in a placating way. “You know that we really don't have an option here, like we discussed before.”

“Yes, I know,” Mike quickly backpedals, “but that wasn't what I was going to say.”

“Oh, sorry. What was it, then?” Jensen takes a sip of his coffee.

“I want the first one thousand dollar of royalties out of this book donated to the community center in Capitol Hill.”

“I think we can arrange that,” Jensen says as he quickly adds the sentence to the paragraph in question. He proceeds to offer the ballpoint pen for Mike to sign, but he waves it off.

“Good,” Mike says. “You know I was at that event not too long ago, and seeing you and your CFO there made me think about helping the members of this community. It's great to see that a publisher like Ferris & Gamble is actively pursuing the matter they're selling, too.”

“Oh,” says Jensen, watching surprised as Mike takes his own pen out of his pocket. “I was just a guest helping out. Jared's the one who's there regularly.”

“That's still admirable, you know. That you're both invested in this.”

“Well, it's for a good cause, so.”

“I bet it's also easier to cut down your time for a partner who shares your interests, one way or another,” Mike muses aloud as he recaps the pen after having signed the contract. “I'm still waiting for someone like that,” he sighs at the afterthought.

That's when Jensen finally registers more than the contract being handed over the table by Mike. “No, we're not, like... we're not a couple.”

For a moment, Mike's jaw drops, but he quickly catches himself, lips shifting to a smile. “Oh, well, that's... actually not too bad. Because since we're done here officially, I wanted to ask you if you want to get dinner with me sometime.”

“Dinner like a date?” Jensen asks cautiously, stalling his answer.

“If you want it to be one,” Mike smiles even wider and winks. “For the record, I'd definitely prefer it to be a date.”

Jensen still feels dumbfounded and puts away the contract with a strange feeling in his gut. “I'm sorry, but I... um,” Jensen stutters. “Don't get me wrong, but I don't think I-” - am in the set of mind for dating, have been single long enough, am gay - “I don't think it's the right time for that now.”

The smile on Mike's face falls, but he shrugs it off. “It's okay. I just thought I could always ask, you know, since you're... never mind.”

“I don't mind, I'll just take it as a compliment,” Jensen replies briefly, trying to ease the mood.

“Yeah, definitely,” Mike winks. “You're a great guy, if I might say so.”

“Thank you,” Jensen nods and feels his cheeks warm up. Jesus, he's not good at taking compliments. “You too, for the matter. But, you know...”

Mike looks at him ruefully for a few moments, with his smile frozen on his face. “Yeah, I know. Wrong time,” he sighs, but he's quickly back to his usual, cheerful self. “So. Caught up on any baseball lately, like I recommended?”

Jensen takes the out without hesitation. “A bit, yes. The Mariners look quite interesting. Jared and I actually talked about going to a game some time soon.”

Mike gives him another cryptic, thoughtful look, and sighs again. “You probably should. They'll hardly top last year's season, but they're fun to watch.”

And so they sit for another hour in the coffee shop, even getting a second round of coffee. By the time Mike bids his farewell, Jensen is sure that if he was a gay man, he would definitely be interested.

But as it is, there are enough variables in his life at the moment. He doesn't need another one.



“Mike asked you out?” Jared grins as they enter his house, right before he's tackled by his dogs.

“He did,” Jensen says, scratching behind Harley's ears.

“And?”

“And what?”

“And did you take him up on it?” Jared clarifies his question, then rises to his full height and shoos the dogs into the living room. His tone is indifferent - not concerned, just curious. And that's kind of rubbing Jensen the wrong way, for whatever reason.

“No, I didn't,” Jensen grimaces because that was the obvious thing to do and shrugs.

“Well, why not? Mike's a nice guy, isn't he?”

Jensen faces Jared, grumbling out, “Yes, he is. But I'm not an asshole pretending to be into guys when I'm not.”

It slips out, and Jensen immediately regrets it. Because it kind of is a lie and it kind of isn't.

It's been weeks. Weeks since mutual masturbation has become a regular thing for them. Plus, Jared has blown him more than once since.

Yet here he is, stating loud and clear that he's got no interest in men.

Jared looks away, avoids his gaze, but his stance changes. He crosses his arms in front of his chest to seem more solid, more in a defensive position, before he lets out a long breath. “You're not into guys,” he repeats, slowly, as he takes a step towards Jensen.

“No,” Jensen answers, because he might like having this... whatever it is with Jared, but he's not interested in other men. That much is clear.

Since he's standing right in front of Jensen, Jared barely has to lean down to kiss him. There's nothing soft or gentle about the kiss, it's demanding from the very start. Jared's hands have dropped to his sides, not reaching for Jensen's waist or neck like they usually do. It only makes Jensen more focused on the kiss itself, no distraction whatsoever keeping him from giving into Jared's touch. He kisses Jared back with all he has; just as unrelenting and hungry, not even second-guessing it.

Kissing Jared feels good, and so does touching Jared. And being kissed by Jared... holy shit.

Kissing is something they’ve been doing for a while now, kissing is something they know how to do, and it sweeps Jensen off his feet almost every time.

This time is no different, even though Jensen knows that Jared is trying to prove a point here.

And when the kiss turns really dirty, with Jensen slipping his tongue into Jared's mouth and across Jared's lips and along Jared's tongue, Jared groans heavily.

Which goes pretty much instantly to Jensen's cock.

Jesus, he wants to hear that sound, again and again.

He doesn't even think when he starts to push Jared towards the couch, quickly working his pants open and letting them pile up on the floor.

Jared's cock is a long, hard line, slightly curved to the right in his tight boxer briefs, and, for whatever reason, the sight makes Jensen's mouth water. He's seen Jared's dick before, and had it in his hands before, but the urge that's rising up in him now is new. He slowly eases his hands down the sides of Jared's hips, and slips them under the band of his briefs. Languidly, he pushes them down to enjoy the show of Jared's cock springing up as soon as its restriction is gone.

He wants to suck Jared's cock like nobody's business.

It's not only a new, but an overwhelming, thought. If he wants to suck guys, does that make him gay? What if it's just Jared he wants to suck? What if he still likes eating out girls after this?

Jensen mentally shrugs it off, decides that this is something he'd rather think about when not presented with Jared sprawled out on the sofa in front of him. The other man is watching him cautiously, waiting for his next action.

“I want to suck you,” Jensen says outright, his voice rough from arousal. “May I?”

Jared looks at him in wonder. “You don't need to feel obligated, you know.”

“I don't feel obligated. I just want to suck your cock,” Jensen smiles, leaning forward to kneel between Jared's spread legs.

“Then don't feel obligated to ask,” Jared grins back.

After one last look at him, Jensen focuses on the task at hand, namely, the question as to how he should get that huge cock inside his mouth.

“You're thinking too much already,” Jared chuckles, then curls his hand in Jensen's hair and runs it through the strands lightly. “It's not that hard-”

“Well, it kind of is-” Jensen objects in a playful tone and a nod to the member in front of him.

And Jared obviously can't help but laugh, but continues, “Just do what you know feels good to you. You'll notice pretty soon if I like that too, or not.”

“Okay, then,” Jensen says and swallows, remembers to wet his lips and cover his teeth before he takes Jared into his mouth.

Sucking cock is definitely something to get used to. Jensen finds that the tip nudges against the back of his throat pretty quickly, and even considering Jared's size, there’s not a lot he can actually get in. The taste is musky, the skin velvety against his tongue, and Jensen can hardly say he isn't very okay with it. Hearing Jared moan above him, little shivers running through his body, making his hips jerk ever so slightly, that's pretty encouraging - to know that he has that kind of power over Jared.

Jensen tries wrapping his hand around the part of the shaft that he doesn't reach with his mouth, simultaneously curling his tongue around the head of Jared's dick, circling it. It's a move he's always enjoyed when used by the girl he was dating before Joanna, and judging by Jared's suddenly sharp intake of breath, it has the same effect on him.

It's easy to find a rhythm, bopping up and down on Jared's cock with his hand holding it in place. Jensen alters playful strokes of his tongue across the head with sucking Jared's length down hard, grins to himself when he makes Jared groan again, loud slurps and hurting cheeks notwithstanding. Although it's far from perfect and sloppy and he has to pull off a few times, licking up the saliva running down Jared's gorgeous cock, Jared doesn't particularly seem to mind.

No, he holds Jensen with one hand that's idly carding through his hair or gently caressing his neck, clearly appreciative of what Jensen does to him. As if that wasn't clear enough from his frequent groans and how he obviously has to keep his hips in cheek.

Jensen couldn't state that he loved sucking cock on his first try, but he can definitely say that he loves sucking Jared's cock.

And when Jared throws his head against the backrest of the couch and mumbles “Jen, Jen,” insistently while trying to shove him back by his shoulder, Jensen follows his push. And not a second too late, because when Jared's dick slips free from Jensen's lips with an obscene pop, it only takes one last stroke of Jensen's hand to make him come. His long, uncontrolled groan lingers in the room, and the air between them is positively crackling with pent-up energy and lust, smelling of semen. It's not pleasant, but Jensen can think of few things that make him feel better than he does right now.

Simply because Jared is still sprawled out in front of him, his belly, his trained abs covered in come, his hair a mess and the biggest, most blissful smile on his lips.

“Told ya I would return the favor properly,” Jensen grins back, lets his drawl lengthen the vocals.

Instead of answering, Jared leans upward, cups Jensen's cheek in his hand, his thumb running along the seam of Jensen's lips. “Jesus, I was that close to coming in your mouth,” Jared admits with a moan. “But no surprise there. I mean, Jesus, your fucking lips...”

Jensen kisses the thumb resting on his bottom lip, still grinning.

“I need a shower,” Jared states flatly.

“Guess you do,” Jensen replies with a grin, reaching out and drawing his finger through the mess on Jared's stomach.

“Wanna join me?” Jared asks right then, and his gaze lingers hungrily when he notices the erection tenting Jensen's jeans. “I think I can do a thing or two about that, too.”



A few days later, it still feels a bit unreal.

Jensen sucked cock and, surprisingly, life went on.

“Feel any more gay now?” Jared asked him jokingly in the shower, right before he wrapped his hand around Jensen's dick and started to jerk him off.

“Nah,” Jensen answered and kissed him, hard and demanding as the warm water ran down their bodies.

Jared gave an extra-hard tug at his cock, making Jensen groan into his mouth. “But you gotta admit that what we're doing is pretty gay.”

“I don't care,” Jensen said against Jared's lips, chasing them. “Feels good, that's all that counts.”

“If you say so,” Jared kissed him again, then let go of his cock in favor of running his hand around Jensen's hip, dipping his index finger into the crack of his ass.

Jensen gasped from the unexpected contact, but before he could protest, Jared interrupted him.

“Then let me show you some other things that feel good. Ever had a girl stuck her finger up your ass while blowing you?” His voice was a low rumble against the shell of Jensen's ear, and he shivered.

“Once, yeah,” Jensen answered, felt how Jared's dick hardened against his where they were pressed together.

“And, was it good?” Jared asked, his finger languidly circling Jensen's hole, his touch maddeningly intense.

Jensen grimaced. “More uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” Jared moaned around a wide grin. “There's so much I gotta show you.”

With that, he dropped to his knees, trailed his finger back around Jensen and sucked him straight down. And well, Jensen wasn't opposed to the idea, so he spread his legs to ease the way for Jared's hand, took a deep breath when Jared's finger breached him slowly, only water easing the way.

“I know it takes a bit to get used to,” Jared pulled off, looking up at Jensen, and gently curved his finger forward to rub it against Jensen's prostate.

Slowly but surely, the pleasure of the stimulation overrode the uneasy feeling and Jensen relaxed into it. And by the time Jared had his cock in his mouth again, he was reduced to a panting mess, hands scrambling for purchase against the wet tiles of the shower wall as every stroke of Jared's finger sent more pleasure through him.

When he knew he couldn't last any longer, Jensen tried to shove Jared off by his shoulder, warning him. The other man just winked at him and slightly shook his head, then sucked him back down extra hard. He let Jensen come down his throat, but didn't swallow and instead spit it into the drain. Seeing his own jizz drip down Jared's lips in dirty white drops was hotter than Jensen ever thought it would be. Jared gently eased his finger out of Jensen's body, and got up to kiss him, open-mouthed and with a lot of tongue, letting Jensen taste himself.

The memory still makes Jensen hard, days later, when he's at work. Heading for Sam's office, he meets Jared in the hallway.

He's gonna wipe that smug smile off his face tonight, Jensen decides, and shoots Jared a mischievous wink.

However, he doesn't have time to dwell on the thought.

“They're suing,” Sam says by way of greeting, waving a letter at Jensen as he steps into her office.

Jensen just sighs. “Of course they are.”

He skips over the letter of the bench quickly, and takes in the familiar charge.

Sam just looks at him in anticipation.

“I'm going to write a statement. First of all, the value in dispute needs to be set, namely our profits. We can't get around acknowledging the fact that we indeed phrased the contract wrong. I suggest we make one last attempt at mediation, offer them 50 % of the profit we made from the book, and a smaller percentage from future sales.”

Sam whistles. “That's still a lot.”

“It's more than the compensation we offered at first. If money really is all they want out of this, we might get through without this case going to court in the end. And if this goes to court, I'm sure we'll lose a lot more money. I'll let Jared crunch the numbers on this. I know it's a lot, but I think we can afford it.”

“I hope you're right,” she sighs.

“I'll talk to Jared,” Jensen says.

“You do that, and then we'll decide how we approach the lawsuit. How long do we have to answer?”

“Four weeks.”



“And you're sure that is an option? I mean, what if they really take us up on this offer?” Jared frowns at his monitor, talking to Jensen while he works on his sheet.

“Then the court case is done.”

“And we are on the verge of bankruptcy,” Jared huffs.

“Yeah, on the verge of it and not actually bankrupt. Considering our situation, that's something.”

Jared looks up at him, and Jensen leans against the desk beside him, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“This is not a good idea.”

“Do you have a better one?” Jensen deadpans.

“Not really, no,” Jared grumbles, and then adds on the exhale, “But when have my ideas ever turned out good.”

“Jared,” Jensen sighs, lets his head drop back as he rolls his eyes.

“What?” Jared snaps.

“I know you feel guilty, but you couldn't've known and it's okay. That's the way it is right now, and we're gonna work through this.”

Jared cups his head in both hands, rubs them over his eyes and through his hair. “You say that like it's that easy. There's a company and thirty jobs here that might get destroyed if Green succeeds. And it's my fault.”

It's Jensen turn to frown. “Trust me, I'm gonna fix this. It's my job, too, after all. And I did not move here just to see this company going down.”

“You said we're out of options already,” Jared objects, flopping back into his chair.

“Well, then I need to find new ones. First, there's the mediation. And second, I've worked court cases for the last six years. Judged by the value in litigation, this case might actually be discussed in court, not just in transactional law.”

“And?”

Jensen smiles, not without pride. “You should see me in court, Jay.”

Jared raises an eyebrow.

“There's a reason I gave this job up in the first place. It was too time-consuming and I tended to get too invested in my cases. I took my work home, mentally. So, just trust me when I say we're gonna fix this. When will you have the numbers ready?”

“Give me three days,” Jared says.

“Okay,” Jensen nods with a smile, and pushes himself away from the desk. “See you tonight.”

And with that, Jensen leaves Jared's office, stroking his hand across Jared's neck as he goes.



“Let's make a deal,” Jared suggests that night, when they're sitting on the couch beside each other, Jared's arm around Jensen's shoulder.

“About?” Jensen prompts, after he moves his feet out from under Harley because they're starting to fall asleep.

“You know how we don't talk about the sexual part of our relationship? Let's not talk about work, either. At least not about the Green part of it.”

“I think we can do that,” Jensen answers. “But now that you brought it up...” With a smirk, he pulls Jared down into a kiss, chaste and gentle at first, but soon hard and open-mouthed.

Jared falls onto his back, taking Jensen with him, hands already entangled in shirts and fingers working buttons open. It's easy like this, Jensen thinks. Almost too easy and satisfying, and Jensen is really happy with where they are.



Sam frowns, biting down on her bottom lip. “I don't like the amount of zeros on that number,” she huffs. “But let's try it.”

“It's more than just a fair deal. If they're really just on the make, they'll take it. If they don't take it, we know that there's something else behind it.”

“Let's just hope it doesn't come to that.”



Pride Month is a huge deal, especially in Capitol Hill, and of course Jared is knee-deep in the middle of it.

Come June, their first weekend is already occupied by The Clean Sweep and Gay Day of Service, since Jared is way too convincing when he unleashes the power of his puppy dog eyes on Jensen. “C'mon, it's fun! And it's for Pride Month. I know it's called Gay Day of Service, but it's for allies, too. Plus, there's free food.”

And Jensen said yes. He took that Saturday off from work and helped Jared and hundreds of other strangers clean up the neighborhood for the festivities. Ty was there as well, and Misha even showed up in a skirt and an apron- only a skirt and an apron- and Jared didn't promise too much when he said it would be fun.

A lot of events are held at the community center over the course of the week, and since Jensen is a good ally and an even better friend, he accompanies Jared more often than not. Also, the subjects are truly interesting, especially because Jensen never had a reason to face up to them.

Pride Month also takes a toll on Jensen, for that exact reason.

When Jared manages to get him into a meeting for and with LGBTQ parents one Wednesday evening, he feels suddenly very self-conscious. There are happy moms and dads in pairs each, often with toddlers and younger kids, and it's endearing to see.

“What's up?” Jared asks him when they took a seat.

“Nothing, it's just...” Jensen starts, but shakes his head.

“I thought you wanted kids, too?”

“I do, it's just... I guess I'm a bit jealous, to be honest,” Jensen admits quietly.

Jared sighs. “Yeah, me too.”

Their eyes meet, and they share a short smile. Jensen even goes so far as to gently nudge Jared's knee with his, and Jared reaches over to squeeze his hand.

Jensen freezes at the touch, quickly looks around. There's a lesbian couple sitting right beside them, holding hands and leaning into each other. In the row behind them, a gay couple is too busy playing with an adorable little boy sitting on one of his dads' laps to even notice them.

With sudden, shocking clarity, Jensen realizes what they look like right now, and that it's no big deal at all. These people around them, here, don't care if he's gay or not. They don't care if he and Jared are a couple. They wouldn't care if he kissed Jared right here.

“Hey, Jared,” he says on a whim, and Jared turns his head towards him. Jensen quickly leans up and kisses Jared squarely on the lips.

Jared looks dumbfounded and completely taken by surprise when Jensen retreats. “What was that for?”

Jensen shrugs. “Felt like a good time to do that.”



When they return home that evening, Jensen is a lot more relaxed. The meeting was elating in a lot of different ways, but mostly due to the realization that if this whatever he has with Jared should turn out to be more, there's still options to have a family.

The thought is a bit scary, but Jensen can't help it. It's always been one of his goals in life, if not the most important goal.

They don't talk about it. Most evenings, they meet after work, and at some point of the evening, Jensen ends up with Jared's dick in his mouth or with Jared's hand around his own, and he can't really say he doesn't like it. In fact, he feels a lot better since their friends-with-benefits thing started. When Jensen stays overnight, especially during the weekend, he tends to sleep in Jared's bed, each of them on their own side. Still, when he wakes up, he has Jared's arm around his waist more often than not, and there's hardly anything better than being woken up on a Sunday morning with a blowjob.

They walk the dogs, visit the library for events, go to the community center for meetings - they do everything friends do and it's really comfortable. It's almost like dating, except that Jensen still can't use the term and Jared doesn't ask or push.

They’re in this weird kind of relationship limbo, and Jensen is fine with it, since giving up this comfortable limbo would mean facing up to the fact that he's dated women all his life and now there's a man. A man who's his best friend, but also the only one he has sex with at the moment. Admitting to dating a man would make him gay, which he is very decidedly not.

“Are you alright?” Jared asks when he hangs up his jacket on the coat rack. His brows furrowed as he looks over his shoulder.

“Yeah, just... thinking a lot,” Jensen answers quietly.

“Hey,” Jared sighs, then steps towards him and places one hand on Jensen's waist to rub it gently up and down. “I'm sorry if it's all a bit too much at the moment. If I get to pushy or anything, tell me. It's just that I really like spending time with you, and this month is really important for the community, and I'd like you to see that.”

“Yeah, I do, that's... that's really not the problem. I like being there, and especially today, that was very helpful,” Jensen nods. He can't bring himself to look into Jared's eyes.

Jared seems to get what's bothering him, though, and he doesn't ask further. Instead, he wraps Jensen up in a bear hug, squeezes him tight, and runs his hands over Jensen's back.

The kiss that follows is languid and slow, and Jensen chases every move of Jared's lips, follows the tip of his tongue as he's licking at his bottom lip. He doesn't realize when they cross the line to downright dirty French kissing, but he becomes aware of how hard he is when Jared grabs his ass with both hands and shoves their cocks together. Moaning desperately, he pushes back, wanting more friction, wanting Jared's hand there, just wanting more.

Jared simply reaches lower, bends his knees, and lifts Jensen up by his thighs. Instinctively, Jensen wraps his legs around Jared's waist, but gasps in surprise.

“Jesus,” he manages breathlessly, and his heart picks up the pace at the sudden display of Jared's strength, which is hotter than he ever thought.

“Watch your head,” Jared chuckles, with a nod towards the door frame a few steps ahead, and carries him to the couch.

Jensen is pretty much ready to burst from desire by the time Jared straightens up to his full height. Without further ado, he reaches for Jared's belt buckle, unbuttons and unzips his jeans, and yanks the piece of clothing down. Jared has already pulled his shirt over his head and is tugging at Jensen's, but he's having none of it. Grabbing Jared's hands, Jensen guides them to his boxer briefs, motioning for him to get them off.

Said boxer briefs aren't even fully off by the time Jensen has his hand around Jared's dick. Jared steps out of them quickly, standing in front of Jensen in all his naked glory, and that's just about everything Jensen needs right now. He shifts to the edge of the couch, leans forward to take Jared into his mouth, and sucks him the way he knows Jared loves. He's gotten better at it over time, and enjoys Jared like this - pleading and begging under his hands.

Today, though, is the first time that Jared pulls him off long before he's on the verge of his orgasm.

“Jen,” he pants, “I don't wanna come like this, not today.”

“Then how do you want to?” Jensen challenges him, as he rests his cheek on Jared's hip bone and licking over the crude pubic hair at the base of his cock.

“Well, I don't wanna... I mean, if you don't want to, that's totally fine, just say so and it's done,” Jared begins, and looks in anticipation at Jensen until he nods. Then he leans down, and it's just a stage whisper, there's no one here but them, but it's still maddeningly hot when Jared whispers into his ear. “I'd really like to come with your dick in my ass.”

The groan that leaves his lips is involuntary, but it's also the most honest response Jensen could give at this point. “I'm... yeah, I guess we can do that,” he stutters out, feeling like a 16-year-old virgin all over again.

“Did you ever-?” Jared asks as he pulls at Jensen's t-shirt, helping him strip out of it.

“Yeah, I did, but it wasn't a particularly pleasant experience,” Jensen admits with a shrug. “She was in a lot of pain and I felt like an asshole for suggesting it.”

“Don't worry, that gets better with experience,” Jared winks, hands now working at Jensen's jeans.

He barely squeezes once, over his briefs and along the hard line of Jensen's cock, before he turns around. “C'mon, off with 'em, I'm gonna get the supplies.”

Jensen is, admittedly, quite speechless when Jared wanders off, with his muscled back and naked ass on display, and his hips swinging gently from side to side.

He is going to fuck Jared.

And he could care less if that makes him gay or anything, because he'll be fucking a gorgeous guy like Jared and, right now, that is the hottest thing he can think of. Jensen gets to his feet, strips completely naked, and throws their clothing on the recliner.

Jared is quickly back, with a condom, lube and tissues in his one hand, and he pushes Jensen into a sitting position on the couch with the other. He places both knees on either side of Jensen's hips and settles in his lap, effectively surprising him.

“Like this?” Jensen asks in disbelief.

“Exactly like this,” Jared smiles and spreads some lube on his fingers.

Jensen is honestly two seconds away from coming from the visual alone: Jared, spread out on his lap, fingering himself open for Jensen. Although he doesn't see where Jared's fingers slip into his body, it's enough to send his mind reeling.

“Fuck,” he moans, presses his eyes shut to calm down.

“Hey,” Jared says, cupping his cheek with his spare hand, kisses Jensen until he opens his eyes again. “If I'm taking care of myself, you're taking care of this,” he adds with a grin, then grabs the condom and hands it to Jensen.

Jensen opens the package with shaky hands, takes a second to figure out which side is up, and rolls it on quickly.

“You good?” Jared asks when he's done.

“Yeah, just... god, please,” Jensen moans, looking up at Jared pleadingly. “Need you.”

Jared's eyes soften as he leans in to place a passionate kiss on his lips. “Need you, too,” he whispers, although Jensen doesn't think that it's intended to be a whisper.

Then Jared lets his hand slip free and uses the excess lube to slather Jensen's dick. He shifts forward and lines himself up. The tip nudges at his slick entrance, and Jensen feels his heart pump impossibly fast and hard.

He almost can't believe that this is happening, can't believe he's doing this. But when he looks up at Jared once again and sees his beautiful lips slack from pleasure and lust, he knows that there's nothing wrong with it. Every fiber of him, every part of him just wants, wants to feel Jared all around him.

They both moan loudly at the same time when the head of Jensen's cock breaches the inner rim, and tight walls close around him. Inch by inch, Jared takes him deeper, and Jensen feels like the feeling is amplified each second.

It's like a hot electric buzz makes his senses tingle where Jared touches him, where he's inside of Jared, for fuck's sake. All he can do at this point is hold on to Jared's hips and try not to forget to breathe. He feels like all the air is driven out of him when Jared slides the remaining length in faster, until he rests with his ass flat on Jensen's lap and pants desperately.

“Doesn't it hurt?” Jensen asks on a whim, over the sound of both of them catching their breath.

“Just a bit uncomfortable,” Jared mutters, shaking his head. “That'll change quickly, don't worry. It's just because I haven't done this for a while.”

He starts to move, slowly and with small shakes and shifts more than actual thrusts, but Jensen's already way too close to hitting his orgasm just from Jared rocking himself back and forth in his lap.

“Don't you come yet, Jen,” Jared warns with a teasing nip to his lips. “My turn first.”

Okay, maybe Jensen has a bit of a thing for Jared taking control. So he closes his eyes and concentrates, yet again, on calming down, and he feels how Jared's hand moves down to stroke his own cock.

“I'm good,” Jensen finally says, and Jared picks up the pace, this time really sliding up and down Jensen's cock, and it's amazing, breathtaking, and perfect. The light sheen of sweat highlights Jared's hard muscles that shift underneath tanned skin, and Jensen lets his hands travel all over Jared’s body, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

He tries to meet Jared's thrusts as best he can while steadying the other man with both hands on his hips. Soon, Jensen watches in awe as Jared's face twists into a grimace, and a beautiful, uncontrolled moan leaves his throat. Jared comes all over Jensen's stomach in hot, white spurts. His muscles clench and unclench around Jensen's dick, and it's too much, with Jared and his stupid sexy body and how he stimulates him in all the right ways.

So when Jared leans in and groans, “Now you are allowed to come,” into his ear, Jensen is gone within seconds. It's one of the most intense orgasms he's ever had, and it leaves him with wobbly knees and an awesome kind of twisted feeling in his guts.

After they regained their breath somewhat, Jared pulls off and leaves Jensen to deal with the condom.

“Did it fit?” Jared asks as an afterthought.

“Yeah, it did,” Jensen answers absent-mindedly as he inspects it, but it didn't break.

“Good. I simply took one of the regular sized ones and wasn't sure if it was-just, okay. Never mind. That's awesome.”

“So there's more where that came from?” Jensen grins.

“Obviously,” Jared grins back.

“Good. I think we can put them to good use.”

“So... you liked it?”

“Dude, how could I not like it,” Jensen laughs, as he stands up to kiss Jared gently. “You are one kinky son of a bitch, by the way.”

“You love it,” Jared grins.

“That I do.”

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