Paid in Full - Part 5
Sunday goes on the same way with Jared following Jensen around like a puppy. The sad thing is it’s not much different from weekends they’ve spent together before, other than Jared hassling Jensen about a basketball game with the guys, which he eventually gets to and they go to the park Sunday afternoon.
Jared sleeps at his own place that night, bitching about how fast his days off go, and leaves after Dexter is over. Jensen realizes that they’ve watched almost two seasons of the show together, never missing an episode. If he has his Saturday routine, Jared definitely doesn’t deviate from their Sunday night ritual.
The week goes by as normal, busy with work and late nights at the firm. Jensen leaves the office, goes straight home and practically falls into bed. He’s glad Jared’s mood has improved because he just doesn’t have the time or energy to deal with it this week. He’s exhausted and cranky and pissy, clients up his ass every fucking minute of the day. Thankfully Jared seems to get it pretty quick and doesn’t whine when Jensen won’t eat or is too tired to go for a run, and he doesn’t push when Jensen refuses to talk about work.
When Friday night roles around though, that’s when Jared is determined to get Jensen out of his funk.
“Let’s go see a movie tonight, c’mon.” And now Jared’s on the verge of whining. “It’s my turn to pick and your turn to pay.”
Jensen really doesn’t want to go, but maybe getting out would help lift his sprit a little. “It’s always my turn to pay.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re my--”
“You better finish that with your little fucking lamb.”
“Actually, I was gonna say sugar daddy but I didn’t know you liked little lamb so much.”
If looks could kill, Jensen would be shooting daggers out his eyes and Jared’s death would be very short and particularly painful. Jared just laughs and goes to his house to grab his jacket while Jensen locks up. He’s anticipating they’ll be watching the new horror movie that came out last week but instead Jared chooses the sci-fi flick.
“Isn’t there a lesbian alien scene in this?”
“You should be so happy that it’s my turn to pick.”
Jensen sighs and goes to the candy counter, buys some skittles and gummy bears. The sales girl promptly checks Jared out and she stutters when he gives her one of those million watt smiles. Jensen almost starts laughing and then comes really close to losing his shit when Jared places both hands around Jensen’s waist and gives a good pinch. Suddenly the sales girl doesn’t seem so goofy anymore because his mouth goes dry in an instant. Apparently, Jared has that affect on people.
Jared waits for Jensen to put his money away by resting his chin on Jensen’s shoulder and once his wallet is back in his pocket, Jared grabs Jensen’s hand, sliding their fingers together.
“Um. What’re you doin’?
“Date night.” Jared says simply. “It doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“No. But we’re out in public. What if someone sees you?”
“Then you got a lot of explaining to do.”
Jensen thinks Jared has that backwards, but doesn’t say anything. He’s surprised at the skill Jared has though, at opening the candy while never letting Jensen’s hand go the whole time.
Jared is attentive too. He rubs his thumb along Jensen’s knuckles in the most soothing way, squeezes every few minutes, switches hands when his palm gets too sweaty, every time intertwining their fingers together like they fit perfectly.
It’s almost disturbing, just how perfect they fit, but Jensen’s too tired to think about it. And it does feel nice. He might be a girl for letting himself admit that, but it does. It feels comforting even though it doesn’t mean anything, the warmth of skin on skin, holding and caressing with the lightest touch. And the best part? Jared doesn’t even seem to know he’s doing it, like it’s an afterthought and his total focus is on the movie.
Jensen is definitely watching Jared’s hand on his instead of the screen, trying not to be too obvious about it. The whole thing is odd, slightly out of place and every time Jensen shifts and lifts his hand to take it away Jared meets his eyes and gives him a smile. A smile that says he’s happy and okay and just wants Jensen to chill out.
So he does the next best thing and falls asleep. An hour and a half later Jared shakes him gently and Jensen lifts his head from Jared’s shoulder.
“Okay so next time I’ll actually listen when you say that you’re tired.” Jared helps Jensen get up and steers him out of the theater, tucking him under his arm through the crowd of teenagers. He takes the keys and Jensen falls asleep again on the ride home while Jared drives, curled up the best he can in the passenger seat.
“Okay, sleeping beauty. Rise n’shine.”
Jensen yawns as he gets out of the car. He thought the fresh air might wake him up a little but god damn, he’s still beat.
“Last time you were this tired you came down with bronchitis, remember?” Jared guides him with a hand on his lower back up the walk.
Jensen answers with another yawn and doesn’t remember how he ends up in his bedroom, down to his boxers with his head on Jared’s chest once again instead of his own pillow.
And fine, if Jared wants to play his little games on the weekend, Jensen can deal.
He’ll deny the snuggling in the morning.
Jensen doesn’t feel too great the next day. He’s pretty sure it’s only allergies or something, but he uses the excuse to be lazy all afternoon, catches up on bad reality television, talks to his entire family on the phone which takes a few hours - his mom taking up an entire hour herself.
Jared goes for a long run and then takes Jensen’s car to run errands that he needs to get done. Hopefully he’ll spring for a haircut while he’s out because the shaggy hair is getting out of control.
“Honey, I’m home!”
“Did you get me tissues?”
“Yes, you princess.” Jared tosses a box on the counter. “The kind with the lotion in it. We can’t have no Rudolph noses up in here.”
“Awesome. Thank you.”
“And I got dinner, and some peanut butter and jelly so you don’t starve next week.” Jared puts a ton of grocery bags on the counter. “So what’d you do all day beside miss me?”
“Talked to the folks some, nothing too exciting.”
“Did you tell your mom you have the sneezes and I’m talking care of you?”
“Uh. No.” Jensen pulls out some Kleenex and blows his nose. “I left that part out. What’d you do, buy a thousand cookies?”
“Well you were paying. Oh and before I forget.” Jared pulls out Jensen’s credit card and hands it over. “You’re welcome.”
Jensen pats him on the stomach. “Thanks for picking me up some stuff while I was dying.”
“You don’t look so bad right now.” And there’s that voice again, all deep and teasing, double meaning right on the edge.
“My self esteem’s on fire when you’re around.” A little of Jensen’s is being sarcastic but Jared just totally checked him out, eyes traveling slowly up and down. Jensen knows he looks good in these jeans but he’s kind of stuffy and gross so he doesn’t think Jared is telling the truth. But then again, this could all be a part of Jared’s game.
Great.
Jared is in his kitchen preheating the oven for frozen lasagna and his stupid plan to pay Jensen back is working. Damn him.
“So how’s your mom doing? Everything okay at home?”
“Yep.” Jensen blows his nose again. He only notices Jared’s odd stare at him when he looks up.
“What’s up with that whole deal? You never talk about your parents.”
All Jensen has to do is raise one eyebrow and Jared is slapping his hand over his mouth. “Oh shit. Did they kick you out ‘cause you’re gay or something? Do you hate them? Holy shit, Jen I’m so sorry!”
“No. Stupid, God! No.” Jensen rolls his eyes and hops up on the counter. “They weren’t pleased when I told them I prefer cock over pussy but they took some time and got over it.”
“And?”
“And they were like, in love with Noah. Thought he was perfect and couldn’t understand why I left him or wanted to move. My mom was pretty disappointed that I let the one get away n’all. She didn’t understand that we wanted different things.”
Jared grabs a box of cookies and tears into it. “That’s tough, man.”
“We’re about to eat in like, twenty minutes. You gonna stuff your face?”
“I can’t help it. I eat when I get sensitive. And now you sound like my mom so let’s just get back to you now.”
“There’s nothing else to tell.” Jensen gives a smile. “You know that, wolf boy.”
Jared laughs because he knows Jensen’s right. They’ve had the family talk before, telling stories of being tortured by older brothers or hanging younger sisters upside down until they almost throw up. Parents are a different territory though. Jared talks about his dad in fond memory, accepting the loss and moving forward but never letting a day go by without thinking of him. His mom on the other hand, Jared doesn’t really talk about unless he’s already in a shitty mood and wants something to put him over the edge. Then he’ll drown in his misery and beer, if it’s readily available.
Jared eats a whole box of cookies and then three plates of lasagna after. Jensen can barely manage a plate full of food and some Tylenol pm, hoping to pass out and get this cold out of his system.
When Jared starts to head upstairs once the late show is over and all the lights are off, Jensen hesitates.
“What’s up?”
“Uh. Is this like gonna be an every weekend thing?”
“Well I was thinking weekends and maybe once or twice during the week, but you were kinda crabby the last couple of days. And it’s not like I mind… when you’re in a good mood. And plus, you know I like the company.”
“In my bed?”
Jared just shrugs. “Your bed is way more comfortable then my old ratty mattress. Why, you sayin’ you don’t want me to come up?”
God, it’s not like they’re gonna have sex or something and Jared is obviously just using him for his pricy mattress. “Well I’m kinda snotty and nasty right now.”
“Ah, that doesn’t matter none.” Jared runs past Jensen and slaps him on his ass. He strips off his t-shirt and cargo shorts in the bedroom, until tight little black briefs appear that Jensen’s never seen.
“Lookin’ good, Padalecki.” Jensen can’t help it. There’s no reason he can’t help Jared’s self esteem too.
But Jared doesn’t seem to notice as he crawls into bed, finds Jensen’s hand and puts it on his stomach with a groan that can only mean discomfort.
“I ate too many cookies. Can you rub my belly?”
Jensen snickers. “Seriously?”
“C’mon, Jen. Yes, I’m being serious. It’s not funny. I’m in pain here.”
“Such a baby.” Jensen murmurs and lets his hand rest on top of Jared’s bellybutton. There’s a trail of hair down his happy trail and Jensen’s fingers run through it, back up around the middle which is so flat it should be illegal. His hand travels over the bumps of Jared’s abs and smooth warm skin. Up and down, in little circles, knuckles skimming over the small little mole on his hipbone.
He swallows thickly and turns his head a little. “Hey Jen?”
“Yeah?”
"You think your mom would like me more than your ex-boyfriend?"
"Probably."
"Good. Maybe I can meet her sometime." A few seconds of silence go by and then, "Hey Jen?"
"Hmm?"
“Remember when I told you that I’m really good at kissing?” Jared says in a whisper, moves closer and skims a palm down Jensen’s arms to take hold of his hand, fingers intertwining together.
“Mmm.”
“I wasn’t lying.”
Jensen stills his rubbing. “Just go to sleep, Jay. Maybe we’ll both feel better in the morning.”
“Whatever you say, baby.”
The next few weeks go by in a blur. Jared spends the night every Friday, Saturday and sometimes Tuesdays or Wednesday if he isn’t afraid Jensen will bite his head off. It has become a routine and Jensen loves a good routine so he keeps his mouth shut and goes with it. He gives in and cuddles otherwise Jared will give him the saddest look ever. They’ll twist their legs together at night and Jared will end up spooning him from behind, hands and arms everywhere and holding him so tight it almost feels real.
It all comes crumbling down when Chester, the mail clerk almost ruins Jensen’s entire life. It’s been leading up to this, the constant winks and stupid jokes every time he drops off mail to Jensen’s office. It’s always things like:
“Hey Jensen, the color of that tie really brings out the green in your eyes.”
Or
“Hey Jensen, I hear lawyers are really stiff. Let me know if you ever need help with that.”
Or
“Hey Jensen, why no wedding ring? Haven’t met the wo-MAN of your dreams yet?”
Jensen is usually able to ignore the little comments, he’s too busy to deal with them but he does hear them all. Chester- the- asshole stories have become a nightly bitch-fest and Jared’s not all about sexual harassment in the work place and often advises Jensen to tell Chester to go take a long walk off a short bridge. Jensen’s not some pansy and can take care of his own damn shit with some dignity, but it doesn’t stop the fantasy of kicking the guy straight in the balls. Or Jared doing it for him.
It comes to a head when Jensen has a meeting with a bitchy client in ten minutes, a counteroffer coming in that he has to refuse, and another meeting with Dan, a senior partner that he has to somehow push back until after lunch. Also, his secretary called in which means a temp keeps transferring calls to him rather than Parker, who is down the hall.
“Hey Jensen.”
God damn. Piss. Shit. He is so not in the mood for this right now.
“Not now Chet, I’m busy.”
“C’mon, Jensen, just trying to be friendly. You look really good today.”
“Yeah, well.” Jensen grabs a case folder off his desk and stuffs it in his briefcase. If he doesn’t leave now, he’ll be late. “According to you, I look really good every day.”
Chester is blocking the doorway and up close he looks even more like a scumbag. His teeth are yellow and his hair is slicked back with some kind of grease. He smells like onions and Jensen quickly pushes past him.
That’s when it happens. Chester, the mother fucking guy who works in the mailroom, pinches Jensen’s ass.
And Jensen loses his cool. He pushes his forearm under Chester’s chin, shoves him hard up against the door and doesn’t stutter when he speaks. “Enough. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean you get to feel me up. Keep your hands off me, Chester or this won’t be the end of it.”
Chester almost starts to cry and Jensen gives him one more shove to make a point, and then backs off.
“Am I interrupting something here, gentleman?”
Fuck. It’s Dan’s voice. Dan, the senior partner. Dan, a guy in his fifties and there’s no doubt he’s old school and goes to church. There’s also not a chance in hell he didn’t hear what Jensen just said.
“Jensen?”
“Uh no, just a simple misunderstanding. Fine. Good. Everything’s fine.”
Chester nods eagerly in agreement and practically runs down the hallway. Dan starts to laugh and slaps Jensen on the back. “Guess he had it coming to him, eh Ackles? Let’s say we push our meetings back and go to lunch. I feel like Italian today, don’t you?”
Jensen can’t think of anything fast enough to say and stumbles along. He just outted himself at a law firm and almost beat up a coworker. Hopefully he doesn’t get fired over meatballs and spaghetti.
“Hi honey! How was your day?”
Jared’s been doing this. He comes home at five in the evening, goes for a run, showers, and lets himself into Jensen’s place to watch cable and reheat leftovers until he gets home around seven.
“Well I came out at work today. Not by choice. So in two words? Not great.”
“Seriously? Oh shit.” Jared turns the television off and sits up. He starts to reach for Jensen’s waist to pull him in for a hug, but Jensen seriously needs a beer right now and bypasses Jared in favor of the fridge. “Is everything okay? What happened?”
“Chet made his final move on me.” Jensen explains, cold brew sliding down his throat. “Grabbed at my ass. I got pissed, said a few words to him and Dan was right behind me.”
“Uh oh.” Now Jared really does get his hands around Jensen’s belt and tugs, presses his nose right to Jensen’s neck and breathes in deep. “What’d he say?”
“Thought he was gonna bust my balls, man. Thought my ass was so fired.” Jensen is still embraced in Jared’s arms as he tries to take another swig of beer. “But he took me to lunch, told me how well he thought I was doing lately and that I was invited to the firm’s retreat next month along with the other senior partners and their wives.”
“So he doesn’t have a problem with the gay thing?”
“Nope. Turns out his wife has a gay uncle or something, I’m not really sure since I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Wow. That’s great.” Jared says, finally letting Jensen go. “Crazy-lucky, but great.”
“Tell me about it. God, I have such a fucking headache.” He presses his fingers to his temple and rubs hard, hoping to alleviate some of the tension.
Jared takes over, helps Jensen out of his suit jacket and squeezes at his shoulders. The guy is strong, there’s no arguing that, and when he takes another grip it almost hurts. “Hey, how about you go take a hot shower and I’ll bring some food up, okay? We can chill out in bed and I’ll rub your shoulders some more. Cool?”
Jensen’s about to protest, he just doesn’t have it in him. A warm shower sounds perfect and the bed is calling his name. “Okay. Just don’t take too long.”
Jared smiles and winks. Somehow he can pull it off without being creepy at all. “Wouldn’t wanna make you wait, baby.”
“I’m just hungry.” Jensen grumbles, “Didn’t eat much lunch considering the circumstances. And stop calling me that.”
Jared cackles loudly while Jensen climbs the stairs. He’s in the shower within a minute of hitting the bathroom and lets the soap and water wash over him, cleaning away the day but still replaying the events over in his mind. He hasn’t been that freaked out in awhile. He almost screwed up his entire career because he let some douche get under his skin. It isn’t like him. As a lawyer, he’s always composed and thinks shit through before he acts.
Fuck. Today could have turned out to be so shitty.
The lights are dim when Jensen gets into bed, the TV on his dresser the only soft glow in the room and the volume set low on some crime show. As soon as he settles, Jared opens the door and tries to balance a tray of food as he kneels on the mattress.
He strips quickly of his clothes while Jensen steadies the tray. Tomorrow’s a work day so there’s no more beer after the two they already drank downstairs. Jensen’s still feeling twitchy though and he’s only a little buzzed. He could definitely go for a glass of wine and when he’s about to get up and go get some, Jared throws a bottle of body oil on the bed and any thoughts of merlot quickly disappear.
“Don’t get any ideas.” Jared says, motioning for Jensen to turn over. “You’re tense and I’m just gonna give your shoulders a rub down.”
Jensen’s never been one to turn down a free massage. “Just my shoulders, huh?”
“Maybe if you’re good.” Jared pours some oil onto his hands and rubs them together. “I’ll take care of your lower back too.”
Jensen lays flat on the bed, spreads his legs out and gets comfortable.“Sounds promising.”
“You just quiet down now and relax, darlin’.” Jared drawls out. His palms skim down Jensen’s spine and circle around to his sides. The pressure feels so damn good. “Don’t worry your pretty lil head about Chester-the-molester.”
Jensen immediately starts to laugh until Jared shushes him by dragging his fingertips under his shoulder blades and works all the muscles in his back and shoulders. Jared presses all his weight down, forcing out the kinks and tightness through the warmth and strength in his hands.
“This feels so damn good.”
“That’s the idea.” He moves lower on Jensen’s back, fingers almost fitting around Jensen’s entire waist, lifts up the sheet and flips it away. It’s a good thing he kept his briefs on. “This where he touch you?”
“Huh?” Jensen’s almost asleep, enjoying this to the max.
Jared brushes his palms over the curve of Jensen’s ass, tugging at the elastic ever so slightly. “Is this where Chet touched you?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“It’s a mighty fine ass. I kinda like it.” Jared gives it a good pat before he moves down Jensen’s legs, fingers sliding up into his shorts high around his thigh.
“Isn’t that a little gay of you?”
“Why you gotta put a label on everything?”
Jensen groans when Jared digs into a sore spot. “You’re right, I’m sorry. My bad. You can be gay all you want as long as you oh. Oh yeah, keep doing that.”
“You like that?” A shift on the bed and Jared’s mouth is right next to Jensen’s ear now, feels the stubble of Jared’s beard on his bare shoulder. There’s no possible way of speaking without a girly squeak coming out, so Jensen gives a nod.
“Jen?”
“Hmm?”
“You gonna fall asleep?” His mouth is still right there, lips tickling across his shoulders and back.
“Jen?”
Jensen feels like he’s drugged, too much Jared all over him and it makes him sleepy. He can’t respond, wouldn’t be able to even if he wanted say something.
“God damn, Jen… I’m startin’ to wish this were real.”
It’s the last thing Jensen hears before he goes to sleep. The last thing he remembers is Jared’s soft lips tracing invisible lines over the freckles on his skin.
That Thursday evening Jensen gets out of work early and they decide to go for a long run around the park. There’s a nice trail that loops exactly the distance of a mile and on good day, Jensen can go around three times. Today he had been sitting at his desk for hours on end and his muscles aren’t as loose as they should be. After about a half a mile, they have to stop and stretch.
There’re not a lot of people at the park right now because in a few hours the sun will set completely, dusk on its way. But there’s still kids screaming and running around at the playground, playing on the swing set and slide, ducks quacking at the small pond in the middle of the park, and couples idly walking the path too, hand in hand.
“Want me to stretch out your gluteus for you?” Jared smirks, raising his arms over his head to work out the joints in his back, t-shirt ridding up to show off an impressive span of lower abs. Then he sits down on the grass to work his calf muscles out. “I’m real good at rubbin’ down gluteus.”
Jensen rolls his eyes, starts to come back with his own snarky response when a familiar face catches his gaze a few feet away.
“Oh no.” It’s all he gets a chance to mutter out, enough for Jared to get a confused look on his face and turn to see who or what Jensen is referring to.
“Um. Hi, Jensen.”
“What are you doing here, Chet?” Jensen sets his jaw, teeth clenching together in anger. “Are fucking following me?”
Jared’s eyebrows shoot up and his mouth drops open to hang in disbelief, watching the display in front of him.
“What? No! I’m not following you! I’m walking my dog, okay?”
Jensen glances down at the black lab. It looks friendly and he kind of wants to pet it, but he can’t get distracted right now.
Jared shakes his head, trying to understand. “Wait, this is Chester? The guy from your firm? The guy who pinched your-“
“Yes.” Jensen hisses, glaring at Jared to stop talking.
Chet starts to ramble. He takes a step forward and twists the dog’s leash tightly in his hands. “Look, okay, I saw you start to run and maybe only followed you a little bit -“
Jared stands up at that, to his full height and narrows his eyes. He puts his hands on his hips, probably to look bigger, if that were even possible. The guy is the least scary, least threatening person Jensen has ever met but he’s never seen Jared mad either. It’s a little frightening. Also, a little hot.
Chester sputters, shoots a nervous glance to Jared and takes a quick step back, almost stumbles but catches himself. “I just wanted to apologize! Really, Jensen, I’m really sorry about what happened the other day. And I just wanted to let you know that it won’t happen again and I won’t get in your way and I’ll just put your mail in your box, okay? I just don’t want any trouble. And you’re obviously here with your friend -“
“Boyfriend.” Jared clarifies; his tone very serious and even Jensen would have believed him.
“Oh, right.” Chet clears his throat and his beady eyes shift down, like he’s ashamed. “Of course.”
Maybe Jensen was too hard on the guy.
Jared steps towards Jensen, puts an arm around his waist and pulls him in close. “You got anything else to say?”
A thrill floods through Jensen, heat pooling where Jared’s hand is spread wide and protective around his hip. He could totally kick Chet’s ass, but it’s nice that he could count of Jared for some help.
“Um.” Chet shakes his head and walks backwards down the path. “No. Thank… thank you. Sorry. Again.”
Jared just keeps on glaring until he’s out of sight and Jensen can’t help to find it a little amusing. Jared must see Jensen’s lips fighting a smile because he just flexes his arms and in an overly deep voice says, “I’ll protect you, baby.”
“Oh please.” Jensen pushes Jared away and starts jogging in the opposite direction of his co-worker.
“I’m serious; I could totally take that weenie! And his cute little dog too. Though I could never hurt a dog, poor little guy.”
Jensen has no doubt.
After the week of almost killing Chester, running into him at the park, and almost getting fired, Jensen feels a little wound up. His days are mostly free of self-inflicted drama but those three minor incidents really shook him to the core.
And it’s been awhile since he’s been properly laid. So there’s a definite itch to go out tonight. Fake boyfriend or not, there’s just some activities that Jared can’t take care of.
So when Jared insists on coming with him to Club West on Friday night Jensen agrees just to shut him up. Having a wingman can’t hurt anyway and he lets Jared drive so he can throw a few drinks back. Letting loose is not something Jensen does often, but tonight he can feel the need in his bones.
“You know I was thinking that maybe you should say that you have a boyfriend at work.” Jared rambles as he parks the car. The club is a hopin’ tonight, that’s for sure. There’s a line outside with all kinds of potential hook ups. “That way dudes like Chester know you have someone to, ya know, protect you if he starts gettin’ all up in your shit again.”
“I hate to break it to you, Jay but I don’t need protecting. I do just fine, thanks.” Jensen says, slamming the car door shut. He checks himself in the side mirror and is happy with what he sees. He went with a thin gray v-neck shirt and some tight jeans, black boots and a big watch around his wrist. “But I did tell Dan that I have a boyfriend. Being a gay whore is different than being gay with a life partner, that’s for sure.”
“I don’t even know what to say to that.” Jared straightens his clothes out too. He went with a button up black shirt and jeans that flare a little at the ankles. He looks good. He also reaches for Jensen’s hand when they start to walk in the club.
“Uh. You’re off duty tonight, remember? I am available and looking.” Jensen smiles and Jared does too, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Sorry, right. I forgot.”
Jensen needs air to breathe. Jared is sucking up all his space, and not in the worst way. It’s getting a little too real and another reality check needs to happen. Fast.
Twinks with neon green skinny pants ought to do it.
As soon as they order their drinks Jensen gets asked to dance. The guy’s a little pale and definitely not his type, but hell, why not? He nods and when he gets to the dance floor, it’s then he notices the very sour scowl Jared’s sporting. No wonder no one’s hitting on him. Pissy is not a good look.
Whatever. This kid is cute and interested and Jensen is moving to the music the best way he can. God damn, he doesn’t even have to get drunk to let loose.
And that says a lot.
“Mind if I cut in?”
The poor kid has to look about a foot up and Jared uses the extra inches to his advantage. He does that wink and smile thing that always gets him his way and sure enough, the twink scurries away like a frightened turtle but not without shooting Jared dirty look first.
“Pssh. What’s her problem?”
“Jared… did you just cockblock me?”
“Nah, I would never do that. But he was kinda skanky and I know you can do better. Besides, I dance so much hotter than that guy.”
And seriously, Jensen doesn’t have some secret super powers he can pull out of his ass. There’s no way he can resist Jared, swaying those hips and twirling Jensen around like they’re at some god damn rodeo. Jared puts Jensen’s hand over his heart when they move and they’re slow dancing even though it’s a techno song and the strobe lights are going crazy over their heads.
It’s hot and of course, Jared’s starting to sweat. His hands travel under the back of Jensen’s shirt and stay there for three songs. Their hips are grinding and Jensen’s trying not to touch, he really, really is but he can’t help it. He rests his hands on the nape of Jared’s neck, fingers pulling in damp curly hair, their lips come close a few times until they’re breathing in each other’s air.
It’s too much, not enough and Jensen wants more. Jared’s eyes are full of heat and maybe something else, something like desire. But then again, it could all be fake. A part of his “making Jensen feel good plan” and it sucks.
Fuck it. Jensen is dancing with the hottest guy here. Everyone is giving him the evil eye, jealousy written all over their faces. He can go home to his right hand - they’re very close these days - and Jensen’s okay with that in favor of getting laid. For tonight.
They take a break once Jared’s shirt in completely soaked and Jensen has a good amount of sweat lining the hair around his temples. It’s too loud to talk, so he can only drink and drinking is exactly what he does. Jared wants to protect him? Then let him have his chance.
When another guy approaches, Jensen can barely shake his head before Jared’s dragging him back to the dance floor, this time doing this ridiculous booty dance, sticking his butt out and hopping backwards towards Jensen with a silly grin. It’s so fucking funny and Jensen can’t stop laughing, finds it even more hilarious when Jared somehow gets his hands on a pink glitter cowboy hat and wears it the rest of the night, sipping on white wine at the bar.
He can’t remember how he gets home, but when Jensen wakes up the next afternoon the bed is empty and the sheets are still warm.
Part 6
Jared sleeps at his own place that night, bitching about how fast his days off go, and leaves after Dexter is over. Jensen realizes that they’ve watched almost two seasons of the show together, never missing an episode. If he has his Saturday routine, Jared definitely doesn’t deviate from their Sunday night ritual.
The week goes by as normal, busy with work and late nights at the firm. Jensen leaves the office, goes straight home and practically falls into bed. He’s glad Jared’s mood has improved because he just doesn’t have the time or energy to deal with it this week. He’s exhausted and cranky and pissy, clients up his ass every fucking minute of the day. Thankfully Jared seems to get it pretty quick and doesn’t whine when Jensen won’t eat or is too tired to go for a run, and he doesn’t push when Jensen refuses to talk about work.
When Friday night roles around though, that’s when Jared is determined to get Jensen out of his funk.
“Let’s go see a movie tonight, c’mon.” And now Jared’s on the verge of whining. “It’s my turn to pick and your turn to pay.”
Jensen really doesn’t want to go, but maybe getting out would help lift his sprit a little. “It’s always my turn to pay.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re my--”
“You better finish that with your little fucking lamb.”
“Actually, I was gonna say sugar daddy but I didn’t know you liked little lamb so much.”
If looks could kill, Jensen would be shooting daggers out his eyes and Jared’s death would be very short and particularly painful. Jared just laughs and goes to his house to grab his jacket while Jensen locks up. He’s anticipating they’ll be watching the new horror movie that came out last week but instead Jared chooses the sci-fi flick.
“Isn’t there a lesbian alien scene in this?”
“You should be so happy that it’s my turn to pick.”
Jensen sighs and goes to the candy counter, buys some skittles and gummy bears. The sales girl promptly checks Jared out and she stutters when he gives her one of those million watt smiles. Jensen almost starts laughing and then comes really close to losing his shit when Jared places both hands around Jensen’s waist and gives a good pinch. Suddenly the sales girl doesn’t seem so goofy anymore because his mouth goes dry in an instant. Apparently, Jared has that affect on people.
Jared waits for Jensen to put his money away by resting his chin on Jensen’s shoulder and once his wallet is back in his pocket, Jared grabs Jensen’s hand, sliding their fingers together.
“Um. What’re you doin’?
“Date night.” Jared says simply. “It doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“No. But we’re out in public. What if someone sees you?”
“Then you got a lot of explaining to do.”
Jensen thinks Jared has that backwards, but doesn’t say anything. He’s surprised at the skill Jared has though, at opening the candy while never letting Jensen’s hand go the whole time.
Jared is attentive too. He rubs his thumb along Jensen’s knuckles in the most soothing way, squeezes every few minutes, switches hands when his palm gets too sweaty, every time intertwining their fingers together like they fit perfectly.
It’s almost disturbing, just how perfect they fit, but Jensen’s too tired to think about it. And it does feel nice. He might be a girl for letting himself admit that, but it does. It feels comforting even though it doesn’t mean anything, the warmth of skin on skin, holding and caressing with the lightest touch. And the best part? Jared doesn’t even seem to know he’s doing it, like it’s an afterthought and his total focus is on the movie.
Jensen is definitely watching Jared’s hand on his instead of the screen, trying not to be too obvious about it. The whole thing is odd, slightly out of place and every time Jensen shifts and lifts his hand to take it away Jared meets his eyes and gives him a smile. A smile that says he’s happy and okay and just wants Jensen to chill out.
So he does the next best thing and falls asleep. An hour and a half later Jared shakes him gently and Jensen lifts his head from Jared’s shoulder.
“Okay so next time I’ll actually listen when you say that you’re tired.” Jared helps Jensen get up and steers him out of the theater, tucking him under his arm through the crowd of teenagers. He takes the keys and Jensen falls asleep again on the ride home while Jared drives, curled up the best he can in the passenger seat.
“Okay, sleeping beauty. Rise n’shine.”
Jensen yawns as he gets out of the car. He thought the fresh air might wake him up a little but god damn, he’s still beat.
“Last time you were this tired you came down with bronchitis, remember?” Jared guides him with a hand on his lower back up the walk.
Jensen answers with another yawn and doesn’t remember how he ends up in his bedroom, down to his boxers with his head on Jared’s chest once again instead of his own pillow.
And fine, if Jared wants to play his little games on the weekend, Jensen can deal.
He’ll deny the snuggling in the morning.
Jensen doesn’t feel too great the next day. He’s pretty sure it’s only allergies or something, but he uses the excuse to be lazy all afternoon, catches up on bad reality television, talks to his entire family on the phone which takes a few hours - his mom taking up an entire hour herself.
Jared goes for a long run and then takes Jensen’s car to run errands that he needs to get done. Hopefully he’ll spring for a haircut while he’s out because the shaggy hair is getting out of control.
“Honey, I’m home!”
“Did you get me tissues?”
“Yes, you princess.” Jared tosses a box on the counter. “The kind with the lotion in it. We can’t have no Rudolph noses up in here.”
“Awesome. Thank you.”
“And I got dinner, and some peanut butter and jelly so you don’t starve next week.” Jared puts a ton of grocery bags on the counter. “So what’d you do all day beside miss me?”
“Talked to the folks some, nothing too exciting.”
“Did you tell your mom you have the sneezes and I’m talking care of you?”
“Uh. No.” Jensen pulls out some Kleenex and blows his nose. “I left that part out. What’d you do, buy a thousand cookies?”
“Well you were paying. Oh and before I forget.” Jared pulls out Jensen’s credit card and hands it over. “You’re welcome.”
Jensen pats him on the stomach. “Thanks for picking me up some stuff while I was dying.”
“You don’t look so bad right now.” And there’s that voice again, all deep and teasing, double meaning right on the edge.
“My self esteem’s on fire when you’re around.” A little of Jensen’s is being sarcastic but Jared just totally checked him out, eyes traveling slowly up and down. Jensen knows he looks good in these jeans but he’s kind of stuffy and gross so he doesn’t think Jared is telling the truth. But then again, this could all be a part of Jared’s game.
Great.
Jared is in his kitchen preheating the oven for frozen lasagna and his stupid plan to pay Jensen back is working. Damn him.
“So how’s your mom doing? Everything okay at home?”
“Yep.” Jensen blows his nose again. He only notices Jared’s odd stare at him when he looks up.
“What’s up with that whole deal? You never talk about your parents.”
All Jensen has to do is raise one eyebrow and Jared is slapping his hand over his mouth. “Oh shit. Did they kick you out ‘cause you’re gay or something? Do you hate them? Holy shit, Jen I’m so sorry!”
“No. Stupid, God! No.” Jensen rolls his eyes and hops up on the counter. “They weren’t pleased when I told them I prefer cock over pussy but they took some time and got over it.”
“And?”
“And they were like, in love with Noah. Thought he was perfect and couldn’t understand why I left him or wanted to move. My mom was pretty disappointed that I let the one get away n’all. She didn’t understand that we wanted different things.”
Jared grabs a box of cookies and tears into it. “That’s tough, man.”
“We’re about to eat in like, twenty minutes. You gonna stuff your face?”
“I can’t help it. I eat when I get sensitive. And now you sound like my mom so let’s just get back to you now.”
“There’s nothing else to tell.” Jensen gives a smile. “You know that, wolf boy.”
Jared laughs because he knows Jensen’s right. They’ve had the family talk before, telling stories of being tortured by older brothers or hanging younger sisters upside down until they almost throw up. Parents are a different territory though. Jared talks about his dad in fond memory, accepting the loss and moving forward but never letting a day go by without thinking of him. His mom on the other hand, Jared doesn’t really talk about unless he’s already in a shitty mood and wants something to put him over the edge. Then he’ll drown in his misery and beer, if it’s readily available.
Jared eats a whole box of cookies and then three plates of lasagna after. Jensen can barely manage a plate full of food and some Tylenol pm, hoping to pass out and get this cold out of his system.
When Jared starts to head upstairs once the late show is over and all the lights are off, Jensen hesitates.
“What’s up?”
“Uh. Is this like gonna be an every weekend thing?”
“Well I was thinking weekends and maybe once or twice during the week, but you were kinda crabby the last couple of days. And it’s not like I mind… when you’re in a good mood. And plus, you know I like the company.”
“In my bed?”
Jared just shrugs. “Your bed is way more comfortable then my old ratty mattress. Why, you sayin’ you don’t want me to come up?”
God, it’s not like they’re gonna have sex or something and Jared is obviously just using him for his pricy mattress. “Well I’m kinda snotty and nasty right now.”
“Ah, that doesn’t matter none.” Jared runs past Jensen and slaps him on his ass. He strips off his t-shirt and cargo shorts in the bedroom, until tight little black briefs appear that Jensen’s never seen.
“Lookin’ good, Padalecki.” Jensen can’t help it. There’s no reason he can’t help Jared’s self esteem too.
But Jared doesn’t seem to notice as he crawls into bed, finds Jensen’s hand and puts it on his stomach with a groan that can only mean discomfort.
“I ate too many cookies. Can you rub my belly?”
Jensen snickers. “Seriously?”
“C’mon, Jen. Yes, I’m being serious. It’s not funny. I’m in pain here.”
“Such a baby.” Jensen murmurs and lets his hand rest on top of Jared’s bellybutton. There’s a trail of hair down his happy trail and Jensen’s fingers run through it, back up around the middle which is so flat it should be illegal. His hand travels over the bumps of Jared’s abs and smooth warm skin. Up and down, in little circles, knuckles skimming over the small little mole on his hipbone.
He swallows thickly and turns his head a little. “Hey Jen?”
“Yeah?”
"You think your mom would like me more than your ex-boyfriend?"
"Probably."
"Good. Maybe I can meet her sometime." A few seconds of silence go by and then, "Hey Jen?"
"Hmm?"
“Remember when I told you that I’m really good at kissing?” Jared says in a whisper, moves closer and skims a palm down Jensen’s arms to take hold of his hand, fingers intertwining together.
“Mmm.”
“I wasn’t lying.”
Jensen stills his rubbing. “Just go to sleep, Jay. Maybe we’ll both feel better in the morning.”
“Whatever you say, baby.”
The next few weeks go by in a blur. Jared spends the night every Friday, Saturday and sometimes Tuesdays or Wednesday if he isn’t afraid Jensen will bite his head off. It has become a routine and Jensen loves a good routine so he keeps his mouth shut and goes with it. He gives in and cuddles otherwise Jared will give him the saddest look ever. They’ll twist their legs together at night and Jared will end up spooning him from behind, hands and arms everywhere and holding him so tight it almost feels real.
It all comes crumbling down when Chester, the mail clerk almost ruins Jensen’s entire life. It’s been leading up to this, the constant winks and stupid jokes every time he drops off mail to Jensen’s office. It’s always things like:
“Hey Jensen, the color of that tie really brings out the green in your eyes.”
Or
“Hey Jensen, I hear lawyers are really stiff. Let me know if you ever need help with that.”
Or
“Hey Jensen, why no wedding ring? Haven’t met the wo-MAN of your dreams yet?”
Jensen is usually able to ignore the little comments, he’s too busy to deal with them but he does hear them all. Chester- the- asshole stories have become a nightly bitch-fest and Jared’s not all about sexual harassment in the work place and often advises Jensen to tell Chester to go take a long walk off a short bridge. Jensen’s not some pansy and can take care of his own damn shit with some dignity, but it doesn’t stop the fantasy of kicking the guy straight in the balls. Or Jared doing it for him.
It comes to a head when Jensen has a meeting with a bitchy client in ten minutes, a counteroffer coming in that he has to refuse, and another meeting with Dan, a senior partner that he has to somehow push back until after lunch. Also, his secretary called in which means a temp keeps transferring calls to him rather than Parker, who is down the hall.
“Hey Jensen.”
God damn. Piss. Shit. He is so not in the mood for this right now.
“Not now Chet, I’m busy.”
“C’mon, Jensen, just trying to be friendly. You look really good today.”
“Yeah, well.” Jensen grabs a case folder off his desk and stuffs it in his briefcase. If he doesn’t leave now, he’ll be late. “According to you, I look really good every day.”
Chester is blocking the doorway and up close he looks even more like a scumbag. His teeth are yellow and his hair is slicked back with some kind of grease. He smells like onions and Jensen quickly pushes past him.
That’s when it happens. Chester, the mother fucking guy who works in the mailroom, pinches Jensen’s ass.
And Jensen loses his cool. He pushes his forearm under Chester’s chin, shoves him hard up against the door and doesn’t stutter when he speaks. “Enough. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean you get to feel me up. Keep your hands off me, Chester or this won’t be the end of it.”
Chester almost starts to cry and Jensen gives him one more shove to make a point, and then backs off.
“Am I interrupting something here, gentleman?”
Fuck. It’s Dan’s voice. Dan, the senior partner. Dan, a guy in his fifties and there’s no doubt he’s old school and goes to church. There’s also not a chance in hell he didn’t hear what Jensen just said.
“Jensen?”
“Uh no, just a simple misunderstanding. Fine. Good. Everything’s fine.”
Chester nods eagerly in agreement and practically runs down the hallway. Dan starts to laugh and slaps Jensen on the back. “Guess he had it coming to him, eh Ackles? Let’s say we push our meetings back and go to lunch. I feel like Italian today, don’t you?”
Jensen can’t think of anything fast enough to say and stumbles along. He just outted himself at a law firm and almost beat up a coworker. Hopefully he doesn’t get fired over meatballs and spaghetti.
“Hi honey! How was your day?”
Jared’s been doing this. He comes home at five in the evening, goes for a run, showers, and lets himself into Jensen’s place to watch cable and reheat leftovers until he gets home around seven.
“Well I came out at work today. Not by choice. So in two words? Not great.”
“Seriously? Oh shit.” Jared turns the television off and sits up. He starts to reach for Jensen’s waist to pull him in for a hug, but Jensen seriously needs a beer right now and bypasses Jared in favor of the fridge. “Is everything okay? What happened?”
“Chet made his final move on me.” Jensen explains, cold brew sliding down his throat. “Grabbed at my ass. I got pissed, said a few words to him and Dan was right behind me.”
“Uh oh.” Now Jared really does get his hands around Jensen’s belt and tugs, presses his nose right to Jensen’s neck and breathes in deep. “What’d he say?”
“Thought he was gonna bust my balls, man. Thought my ass was so fired.” Jensen is still embraced in Jared’s arms as he tries to take another swig of beer. “But he took me to lunch, told me how well he thought I was doing lately and that I was invited to the firm’s retreat next month along with the other senior partners and their wives.”
“So he doesn’t have a problem with the gay thing?”
“Nope. Turns out his wife has a gay uncle or something, I’m not really sure since I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Wow. That’s great.” Jared says, finally letting Jensen go. “Crazy-lucky, but great.”
“Tell me about it. God, I have such a fucking headache.” He presses his fingers to his temple and rubs hard, hoping to alleviate some of the tension.
Jared takes over, helps Jensen out of his suit jacket and squeezes at his shoulders. The guy is strong, there’s no arguing that, and when he takes another grip it almost hurts. “Hey, how about you go take a hot shower and I’ll bring some food up, okay? We can chill out in bed and I’ll rub your shoulders some more. Cool?”
Jensen’s about to protest, he just doesn’t have it in him. A warm shower sounds perfect and the bed is calling his name. “Okay. Just don’t take too long.”
Jared smiles and winks. Somehow he can pull it off without being creepy at all. “Wouldn’t wanna make you wait, baby.”
“I’m just hungry.” Jensen grumbles, “Didn’t eat much lunch considering the circumstances. And stop calling me that.”
Jared cackles loudly while Jensen climbs the stairs. He’s in the shower within a minute of hitting the bathroom and lets the soap and water wash over him, cleaning away the day but still replaying the events over in his mind. He hasn’t been that freaked out in awhile. He almost screwed up his entire career because he let some douche get under his skin. It isn’t like him. As a lawyer, he’s always composed and thinks shit through before he acts.
Fuck. Today could have turned out to be so shitty.
The lights are dim when Jensen gets into bed, the TV on his dresser the only soft glow in the room and the volume set low on some crime show. As soon as he settles, Jared opens the door and tries to balance a tray of food as he kneels on the mattress.
He strips quickly of his clothes while Jensen steadies the tray. Tomorrow’s a work day so there’s no more beer after the two they already drank downstairs. Jensen’s still feeling twitchy though and he’s only a little buzzed. He could definitely go for a glass of wine and when he’s about to get up and go get some, Jared throws a bottle of body oil on the bed and any thoughts of merlot quickly disappear.
“Don’t get any ideas.” Jared says, motioning for Jensen to turn over. “You’re tense and I’m just gonna give your shoulders a rub down.”
Jensen’s never been one to turn down a free massage. “Just my shoulders, huh?”
“Maybe if you’re good.” Jared pours some oil onto his hands and rubs them together. “I’ll take care of your lower back too.”
Jensen lays flat on the bed, spreads his legs out and gets comfortable.“Sounds promising.”
“You just quiet down now and relax, darlin’.” Jared drawls out. His palms skim down Jensen’s spine and circle around to his sides. The pressure feels so damn good. “Don’t worry your pretty lil head about Chester-the-molester.”
Jensen immediately starts to laugh until Jared shushes him by dragging his fingertips under his shoulder blades and works all the muscles in his back and shoulders. Jared presses all his weight down, forcing out the kinks and tightness through the warmth and strength in his hands.
“This feels so damn good.”
“That’s the idea.” He moves lower on Jensen’s back, fingers almost fitting around Jensen’s entire waist, lifts up the sheet and flips it away. It’s a good thing he kept his briefs on. “This where he touch you?”
“Huh?” Jensen’s almost asleep, enjoying this to the max.
Jared brushes his palms over the curve of Jensen’s ass, tugging at the elastic ever so slightly. “Is this where Chet touched you?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“It’s a mighty fine ass. I kinda like it.” Jared gives it a good pat before he moves down Jensen’s legs, fingers sliding up into his shorts high around his thigh.
“Isn’t that a little gay of you?”
“Why you gotta put a label on everything?”
Jensen groans when Jared digs into a sore spot. “You’re right, I’m sorry. My bad. You can be gay all you want as long as you oh. Oh yeah, keep doing that.”
“You like that?” A shift on the bed and Jared’s mouth is right next to Jensen’s ear now, feels the stubble of Jared’s beard on his bare shoulder. There’s no possible way of speaking without a girly squeak coming out, so Jensen gives a nod.
“Jen?”
“Hmm?”
“You gonna fall asleep?” His mouth is still right there, lips tickling across his shoulders and back.
“Jen?”
Jensen feels like he’s drugged, too much Jared all over him and it makes him sleepy. He can’t respond, wouldn’t be able to even if he wanted say something.
“God damn, Jen… I’m startin’ to wish this were real.”
It’s the last thing Jensen hears before he goes to sleep. The last thing he remembers is Jared’s soft lips tracing invisible lines over the freckles on his skin.
That Thursday evening Jensen gets out of work early and they decide to go for a long run around the park. There’s a nice trail that loops exactly the distance of a mile and on good day, Jensen can go around three times. Today he had been sitting at his desk for hours on end and his muscles aren’t as loose as they should be. After about a half a mile, they have to stop and stretch.
There’re not a lot of people at the park right now because in a few hours the sun will set completely, dusk on its way. But there’s still kids screaming and running around at the playground, playing on the swing set and slide, ducks quacking at the small pond in the middle of the park, and couples idly walking the path too, hand in hand.
“Want me to stretch out your gluteus for you?” Jared smirks, raising his arms over his head to work out the joints in his back, t-shirt ridding up to show off an impressive span of lower abs. Then he sits down on the grass to work his calf muscles out. “I’m real good at rubbin’ down gluteus.”
Jensen rolls his eyes, starts to come back with his own snarky response when a familiar face catches his gaze a few feet away.
“Oh no.” It’s all he gets a chance to mutter out, enough for Jared to get a confused look on his face and turn to see who or what Jensen is referring to.
“Um. Hi, Jensen.”
“What are you doing here, Chet?” Jensen sets his jaw, teeth clenching together in anger. “Are fucking following me?”
Jared’s eyebrows shoot up and his mouth drops open to hang in disbelief, watching the display in front of him.
“What? No! I’m not following you! I’m walking my dog, okay?”
Jensen glances down at the black lab. It looks friendly and he kind of wants to pet it, but he can’t get distracted right now.
Jared shakes his head, trying to understand. “Wait, this is Chester? The guy from your firm? The guy who pinched your-“
“Yes.” Jensen hisses, glaring at Jared to stop talking.
Chet starts to ramble. He takes a step forward and twists the dog’s leash tightly in his hands. “Look, okay, I saw you start to run and maybe only followed you a little bit -“
Jared stands up at that, to his full height and narrows his eyes. He puts his hands on his hips, probably to look bigger, if that were even possible. The guy is the least scary, least threatening person Jensen has ever met but he’s never seen Jared mad either. It’s a little frightening. Also, a little hot.
Chester sputters, shoots a nervous glance to Jared and takes a quick step back, almost stumbles but catches himself. “I just wanted to apologize! Really, Jensen, I’m really sorry about what happened the other day. And I just wanted to let you know that it won’t happen again and I won’t get in your way and I’ll just put your mail in your box, okay? I just don’t want any trouble. And you’re obviously here with your friend -“
“Boyfriend.” Jared clarifies; his tone very serious and even Jensen would have believed him.
“Oh, right.” Chet clears his throat and his beady eyes shift down, like he’s ashamed. “Of course.”
Maybe Jensen was too hard on the guy.
Jared steps towards Jensen, puts an arm around his waist and pulls him in close. “You got anything else to say?”
A thrill floods through Jensen, heat pooling where Jared’s hand is spread wide and protective around his hip. He could totally kick Chet’s ass, but it’s nice that he could count of Jared for some help.
“Um.” Chet shakes his head and walks backwards down the path. “No. Thank… thank you. Sorry. Again.”
Jared just keeps on glaring until he’s out of sight and Jensen can’t help to find it a little amusing. Jared must see Jensen’s lips fighting a smile because he just flexes his arms and in an overly deep voice says, “I’ll protect you, baby.”
“Oh please.” Jensen pushes Jared away and starts jogging in the opposite direction of his co-worker.
“I’m serious; I could totally take that weenie! And his cute little dog too. Though I could never hurt a dog, poor little guy.”
Jensen has no doubt.
After the week of almost killing Chester, running into him at the park, and almost getting fired, Jensen feels a little wound up. His days are mostly free of self-inflicted drama but those three minor incidents really shook him to the core.
And it’s been awhile since he’s been properly laid. So there’s a definite itch to go out tonight. Fake boyfriend or not, there’s just some activities that Jared can’t take care of.
So when Jared insists on coming with him to Club West on Friday night Jensen agrees just to shut him up. Having a wingman can’t hurt anyway and he lets Jared drive so he can throw a few drinks back. Letting loose is not something Jensen does often, but tonight he can feel the need in his bones.
“You know I was thinking that maybe you should say that you have a boyfriend at work.” Jared rambles as he parks the car. The club is a hopin’ tonight, that’s for sure. There’s a line outside with all kinds of potential hook ups. “That way dudes like Chester know you have someone to, ya know, protect you if he starts gettin’ all up in your shit again.”
“I hate to break it to you, Jay but I don’t need protecting. I do just fine, thanks.” Jensen says, slamming the car door shut. He checks himself in the side mirror and is happy with what he sees. He went with a thin gray v-neck shirt and some tight jeans, black boots and a big watch around his wrist. “But I did tell Dan that I have a boyfriend. Being a gay whore is different than being gay with a life partner, that’s for sure.”
“I don’t even know what to say to that.” Jared straightens his clothes out too. He went with a button up black shirt and jeans that flare a little at the ankles. He looks good. He also reaches for Jensen’s hand when they start to walk in the club.
“Uh. You’re off duty tonight, remember? I am available and looking.” Jensen smiles and Jared does too, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Sorry, right. I forgot.”
Jensen needs air to breathe. Jared is sucking up all his space, and not in the worst way. It’s getting a little too real and another reality check needs to happen. Fast.
Twinks with neon green skinny pants ought to do it.
As soon as they order their drinks Jensen gets asked to dance. The guy’s a little pale and definitely not his type, but hell, why not? He nods and when he gets to the dance floor, it’s then he notices the very sour scowl Jared’s sporting. No wonder no one’s hitting on him. Pissy is not a good look.
Whatever. This kid is cute and interested and Jensen is moving to the music the best way he can. God damn, he doesn’t even have to get drunk to let loose.
And that says a lot.
“Mind if I cut in?”
The poor kid has to look about a foot up and Jared uses the extra inches to his advantage. He does that wink and smile thing that always gets him his way and sure enough, the twink scurries away like a frightened turtle but not without shooting Jared dirty look first.
“Pssh. What’s her problem?”
“Jared… did you just cockblock me?”
“Nah, I would never do that. But he was kinda skanky and I know you can do better. Besides, I dance so much hotter than that guy.”
And seriously, Jensen doesn’t have some secret super powers he can pull out of his ass. There’s no way he can resist Jared, swaying those hips and twirling Jensen around like they’re at some god damn rodeo. Jared puts Jensen’s hand over his heart when they move and they’re slow dancing even though it’s a techno song and the strobe lights are going crazy over their heads.
It’s hot and of course, Jared’s starting to sweat. His hands travel under the back of Jensen’s shirt and stay there for three songs. Their hips are grinding and Jensen’s trying not to touch, he really, really is but he can’t help it. He rests his hands on the nape of Jared’s neck, fingers pulling in damp curly hair, their lips come close a few times until they’re breathing in each other’s air.
It’s too much, not enough and Jensen wants more. Jared’s eyes are full of heat and maybe something else, something like desire. But then again, it could all be fake. A part of his “making Jensen feel good plan” and it sucks.
Fuck it. Jensen is dancing with the hottest guy here. Everyone is giving him the evil eye, jealousy written all over their faces. He can go home to his right hand - they’re very close these days - and Jensen’s okay with that in favor of getting laid. For tonight.
They take a break once Jared’s shirt in completely soaked and Jensen has a good amount of sweat lining the hair around his temples. It’s too loud to talk, so he can only drink and drinking is exactly what he does. Jared wants to protect him? Then let him have his chance.
When another guy approaches, Jensen can barely shake his head before Jared’s dragging him back to the dance floor, this time doing this ridiculous booty dance, sticking his butt out and hopping backwards towards Jensen with a silly grin. It’s so fucking funny and Jensen can’t stop laughing, finds it even more hilarious when Jared somehow gets his hands on a pink glitter cowboy hat and wears it the rest of the night, sipping on white wine at the bar.
He can’t remember how he gets home, but when Jensen wakes up the next afternoon the bed is empty and the sheets are still warm.
Part 6