Fic: Not Quite Cursed | Supernatural RPS | Jared/Jensen | R | 1/1
Aaaannnndd there goes the rest of my dignity...
Title: Not Quite Cursed
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,586
Summary: During the filming of "Bad Day at Black Rock", Jensen is surprised to find Jared seemingly suffering from Sam's bad luck. Naturally, he does his best to make it all better.
Warnings: Spoilers for "Bad Day at Black Rock", and my Jared muse apparently has a dirty mouth. O_O Who knew?
Disclaimer: I don't own Jared or Jensen, and this only ever happened in my imagination. Kripke and WB own SPN, and DC and WB own Batman and Robin, of course. Darnit all.
Author's Notes: Written for violetlemon47, for the first spn_buddy exchange. My first time writing J2, of course. ~O_O~ And yes, in the past I've shunned RPS, but damn, these two are irresistible.
Not Quite Cursed
Ten minutes after breaking for lunch, Jensen finally found Jared standing outside his own trailer, hands shoved down into his jeans pockets and a Bitchface-Sam expression pinching his features. “Hey,” Jensen called over to him as he walked up, concerned to say the least. After the last scene, in which Sam had to frantically put out a fire in a hotel room's A/C unit, Jared had disappeared, foregoing the craft services table entirely. One of the new makeup girls suggested to Jensen that his 'other half' was probably having lunch in his trailer, going with some new macrobiotic thing. But Jen knew better. Jared wasn't on any kind of new diet; the man's appetite was healthy as a horse's. Or it should have been. Something wasn't right.
“What's wrong?” he asked when he got no response from Jay, sliding up next to his friend and leaning back against the trailer with him, crossing his arms over his chest.
Jared raised his gaze to Jensen's, Bitchface-Sam expression still firmly ensconced. “I got locked out.”
Jensen wrinkled his nose in confusion. “Huh?”
“Of my own trailer.”
“Wha - how?” A short laugh escaped him before he could stop it, and he cleared his throat. “Um, how could you get locked out of your own trailer?”
“My key won't work. Jen... I don't even remember locking it.” His eyes looked a little wilder than usual to Jensen, frantic in a way that the older man had never seen.
“Here, let me try,” Jen suggested, holding out his palm. When Jared dropped the key into his hand, Jensen clapped his friend on the shoulder and stepped around him to the door, reaching up to slide the key into the lock.
-CLICK-
And the door swung open.
Jared's jaw dropped open in disbelief. “How did you-?”
Jensen couldn't help a smirk as they both stepped up into the trailer. “Just got the magic touch, I guess.”
The taller man only glared at him, moving past to throw himself down on the couch, and somehow managing to catch the edge of the carpet with his boot and fall onto the cushions in a tangle of limbs. Muttered curses flowed from Jay's mouth in a steady stream as he righted himself, finally sitting up and back with a huff.
“Damn, Jay, what happened to you?” By this point, Jensen's concern had him wondering if his friend needed medical attention; he hadn't seen him this worked up in a good, long time, and a brooding, uncoordinated Jared seemed like a sign that the apocalypse was nigh. Sitting carefully beside him, he wrapped an arm around Jared's slumped shoulders.
Sharp hazel eyes turned up to him. “This episode happened to me, that's what,” the younger man snapped, beginning to almost quiver with what Jen could only imagine was rage, and it scared him. “I... I hit every mark on the first try. One take for the coffee,” Jay started ticking off fingers. “One for the fall in the parking lot. One for the fucking shoe. One for the goddamn fire. And,” he scrubbed a hand through his hopelessly mussed hair, “and every time the camera shuts off, I turn into a walking disaster area!”
Shrugging off Jen's arm, Jared shoved himself to his feet and crossed the small space to lean against the kitchenette counter with his palms, facing away and looking out the small window. Jensen contemplated trying to assure him that it was all in his head, but that felt like a cheap cop-out. Probably no better than saying luck had nothing to do with it. In the end, all he could offer was, “I'm sorry, man.”
Jay only shook his head. “Whatever it is, it's following me around, Jen,” he insisted, his voice almost imperceptibly shaking. “You know what happened yesterday?”
Jensen was almost afraid to find out. “What happened?” he asked softly.
Jared choked off a bitter laugh. “I slammed the door of the Impala, and it caught on my jeans.” Turning back around, he leaned back and threw his hands in the air in futility and outrage. “My jeans! I didn't even realize it until I moved to walk off-set, and they ripped half off me.”
Jensen didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that, considering both of them were total clothes-horses and hated ruining perfectly good wardrobe items if they didn't have to. But this was his best friend - well, more than that, if he was being honest with himself - and his gut twisted seeing him so upset. Letting his gaze meet Jared's, he stood, stepped across the trailer, and pulled him into a tight hug. “Jesus, man,” he finally said, willing as much soothing care into his voice as he could. “Why didn't you say anything before? I mean, I thought something seemed off, but... damn!”
The taller man's arms wrapped around Jen's waist in return, and he dropped his head onto Jensen's shoulder. “I... didn't think you would believe me,” he murmured.
One of Jen's hands threaded into Jared's hair at the nape of his neck, and he rubbed the too-tense muscles. “You know me better than that,” he scolded teasingly, nuzzling close. “Remember that day when we were filming 'Faith'?”
Jared let out a slightly calmer chuckle. “You thought you were having a heart attack.”
Jen smirked against Jay's neck, and dropped a light kiss on the pulse point. “Yeah. Turned out I just had some wicked indigestion.”
Another chuckle shook Jared's body, and Jensen pulled back from the hug to catch his eyes. “You and I both know - better than anybody - how bad this show is for character bleed. You might feel like you've got Sam's bad luck, but I promise you, you don't,” he finished firmly.
Jared heaved a sigh, his face scrunching up in frustration. “Yeah, I know... I just... God, I feel like a half-grown puppy, falling all over myself like my damn shoes are tied together,” he whined. “And that's not even the worst of it. I got home last night, and found the gate open and Sadie halfway across the neighborhood. Went to have breakfast this morning, but the milk in the fridge was spoiled. And my crowning moment?” he frowned. “My water heater is busted, and I had to take an ice-cold shower. Not exactly an experience I want to repeat.”
“I imagine not,” Jen tried to console him, not completely repressing a smile at the image of poor Jared cringing under the frigid water, teeth chattering and eyes squeezed shut.
“Not helping,” Jay scowled in return.
“Sorry, sorry!” he amended quickly, disengaging his arms from their comfortable positions around Jay's waist to hold his hands up in mock-surrender. “Okay, tell you what. We've got-” he checked his watch, “nearly an hour before we have to be back. Let's make the most of it. Get you relaxed. Whaddya say?” Raising his eyebrows hopefully, he grasped Jared by his biceps, thumbs tracing gentle circles over them.
When Jared's brow furrowed in question, Jen felt his guts try to make a break for it through his throat. They were close enough friends to be sleeping together, even if they weren't... yet.
“Come on,” Jensen urged, gesturing with his head toward the small bedroom in the back in a quick a save as he could manage. “I'll give you a back rub and we can go find some quick lunch.”
Still eying him warily, Jay finally nodded, and followed along as Jen tugged him by the hand.
-BANG-
“Ow!”
Not even through the narrow doorway yet, Jensen looked back to find Jay rubbing at his leg, grimacing in pain. “Did you just-?”
A frantic nod. “Yeah,” Jared squeaked. “Right into the edge of the cabinet.”
“Damn, dude! All right,” he said, taking his friend gently by the shoulders to lead him back to the bedroom, “come on. Easy like.”
Another nod, and Jared started moving again, managing at last to get them through the door. Jensen shut and locked it behind them, and sat Jay down on the queen-sized bed. “Lie down on your stomach,” he directed him, pointing. “Slowly!”
The younger man did as instructed, pressing his cheek to the pillow as Jen untied and tugged off both of their boots. A moment later, Jensen climbed onto the bed and straddled Jared's thighs, leaning forward to press his hands into the small of his friend's back, fingers slipping just under the hem of his shirt.
The contact drew an appreciative moan from Jay, and Jen smirked again. “See? Better already.” He started moving his hands in broad circles, loving the contact himself, glad to have any excuse to get his hands on Jared - not that the show didn't give him enough opportunity, but still - before his conscience got the better of him. No taking advantage of your co-star! he warned himself down. Especially not when you're trying to get him to relax... Last thing Jared needed was to be molested by his best friend when he was in the middle of a personal crisis.
It was just too bad Jen's body wasn't particularly listening. Shifting, he moved certain parts away so Jared wouldn't feel anything untoward pressing into his ass, and worked his ministrations upward, sliding his hands up beneath Jay's shirt.
“Christ, that feels good, Jen,” Jared managed, cheek still pressed against the pillow and his arms spread wide over the bed.
“Told you it would, you big doofus,” he laughed back, and suggested, “Here, take your shirt off so I can reach your shoulders.” Lifting the material, Jensen couldn't help just looking at the broad expanse of back before him. God, he wanted to taste that skin. Stop it! he mentally smacked himself again, noting the handful of bruises on Jared's back from all the things he'd likely run into or fell on over the last three days, and watching him pull the t-shirt over his head.
“Ow!!” the younger man shouted again as his elbow knocked into the built-in night table next to the bed. He pulled his arms close in over his head, seeming to shrink in on himself. “I'm fucking cursed!” he whimpered. “I swear to God!”
“Hey! You are not!” Jensen protested, his heart breaking to see Jay so out of sorts, and he scooted up to lean close over his friend's back, hands pressing into tight shoulders and squeezing. “You're freaking out. You've got yourself wound up so tight that you can't help but fall all over yourself. You're a walking disaster area because you expect to be a walking disaster area!”
“So why the hell isn't it happening on-set?” Jared countered, his face buried in the pillow now as he took quick, anxious breaths bordering on sobs. “Why is everything going perfectly when the camera's on?”
Jensen thought for a moment as he sat up again and his hands worked on the knots in the muscles beneath him, and suddenly it was perfectly clear. “Because the moment that camera turns on, all this anxiety turns off. You're a professional, and your subconscious won't let you sabotage yourself when it comes to work.”
Jay's harsh breathing evened out at that, and he turned his head up from the pillow to look back at his friend with a disbelieving eye. “Are you telling me that I'm conditioned?”
“Hell yeah,” Jen smirked, still massaging in broad circles, fingertips pressing deep. “Dinner bell and all.”
With a moan that Jensen couldn't quite decipher the meaning of, Jared buried his face again. “Bite me,” he said, voice muffled.
Naturally, Jensen complied, leaning close again and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of his co-star's neck.
Jared almost came off the bed at that, bucking back. “Holy Jesus, Jen!” he panted. “I didn't mean... unhh... damn!”
Chuckling, the older man lapped gently at the light teeth marks he'd left, tasting Jay's skin after all. “Hey, you asked for it.” After another swipe of his tongue, he added in a low voice, “Damn, you taste good.”
Shuddering at the breath on his neck, Jared clutched his pillow. “The hell?” he whimpered, voice pitched higher than Jensen was used to hearing. “I thought you were trying to get me to relax, not make me come in my pants!”
At that, Jensen practically collapsed over his friend's back. Christ, what am I doing? he scolded himself. “Sorry,” he murmured, face still nuzzled against Jay's neck. “I was just... trying to distract you from yourself.” But he knew the quick cover was thin. No way Jay would buy that feeble line.
A moment passed as Jared breathed deeply, Jensen hating himself for taking advantage of his friend's weak moment.
Then, to Jen's surprise, Jared started chuckling beneath him. “You are so full of it, Ackles.” Twisting, the younger man pulled himself out from under Jensen, letting him flop down onto the bed, and he flung an arm and a long, jeans-clad leg over him, pulling him close. “Like I didn't know you've been trying to get into my pants for months.”
“Uh...” was all Jensen could manage as he fought to ignore the warmth of the broad hand splayed over his back. How did this get turned around so damn quick?
Jared rolled slightly, and leaned closer to plant a quick, chaste kiss on Jensen's lips. “Thank you.”
The contact left a trail of sparks on the older man's lips, and he blinked in confusion when it was over. “Huh?”
A more relaxed smile met him. “For distracting me. I guess I really have been too focused on what could go wrong next.”
Another moment of slow blinking, and Jensen allowed a little smirk to pull up the corner of his mouth. “So... mission accomplished, then? You feeling better?”
Jared nodded, his head pillowed on his other arm. “Yeah. Mission accomplished. For the most part.”
“The most part?”
The younger man's answer was to slide his hand down Jensen's back and over his jeans, cupping his ass and pulling their hips together, and for Jen, there was no mistaking the heated look in Jared's eyes and the firm bulge in his pants, pressing against his own.
“Uh...” he said again, not entirely sure his voice didn't shake with it.
“Might as well make the most of it, right?” Jay echoed Jensen's earlier words with a smirk. “Besides, we've got time, and I can pretty much guarantee that I won't be at all tense afterward. No more character bleed, anyway.”
Throwing away the notion of further speech, Jen leaned back in to kiss those smiling lips, pressing hot and wet and fast as he reached down to unbutton Jared's pants. He still wasn't sure what had happened, but he damn well wasn't gonna look this gift horse in the mouth. Not with Jay's cock finally in his hand and his in Jared's in turn, fireworks dancing in his belly like he hadn't felt in ages.
“Hey, slow down,” Jared panted, pulling back from the messy kiss. “Got thirty minutes, then you get to be Dean's Batman to Sam's Robin, the Boy Hostage,” he smirked again.
With a wicked grin, Jensen shifted and pushed himself up to loom over his friend, now lover. “Damn straight,” he decided, relieved and ecstatic that he was able to bring back the sweet, goofy Jared that he knew and loved, and he swooped down to take another kiss.
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Title: Not Quite Cursed
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,586
Summary: During the filming of "Bad Day at Black Rock", Jensen is surprised to find Jared seemingly suffering from Sam's bad luck. Naturally, he does his best to make it all better.
Warnings: Spoilers for "Bad Day at Black Rock", and my Jared muse apparently has a dirty mouth. O_O Who knew?
Disclaimer: I don't own Jared or Jensen, and this only ever happened in my imagination. Kripke and WB own SPN, and DC and WB own Batman and Robin, of course. Darnit all.
Author's Notes: Written for violetlemon47, for the first spn_buddy exchange. My first time writing J2, of course. ~O_O~ And yes, in the past I've shunned RPS, but damn, these two are irresistible.
Not Quite Cursed
Ten minutes after breaking for lunch, Jensen finally found Jared standing outside his own trailer, hands shoved down into his jeans pockets and a Bitchface-Sam expression pinching his features. “Hey,” Jensen called over to him as he walked up, concerned to say the least. After the last scene, in which Sam had to frantically put out a fire in a hotel room's A/C unit, Jared had disappeared, foregoing the craft services table entirely. One of the new makeup girls suggested to Jensen that his 'other half' was probably having lunch in his trailer, going with some new macrobiotic thing. But Jen knew better. Jared wasn't on any kind of new diet; the man's appetite was healthy as a horse's. Or it should have been. Something wasn't right.
“What's wrong?” he asked when he got no response from Jay, sliding up next to his friend and leaning back against the trailer with him, crossing his arms over his chest.
Jared raised his gaze to Jensen's, Bitchface-Sam expression still firmly ensconced. “I got locked out.”
Jensen wrinkled his nose in confusion. “Huh?”
“Of my own trailer.”
“Wha - how?” A short laugh escaped him before he could stop it, and he cleared his throat. “Um, how could you get locked out of your own trailer?”
“My key won't work. Jen... I don't even remember locking it.” His eyes looked a little wilder than usual to Jensen, frantic in a way that the older man had never seen.
“Here, let me try,” Jen suggested, holding out his palm. When Jared dropped the key into his hand, Jensen clapped his friend on the shoulder and stepped around him to the door, reaching up to slide the key into the lock.
-CLICK-
And the door swung open.
Jared's jaw dropped open in disbelief. “How did you-?”
Jensen couldn't help a smirk as they both stepped up into the trailer. “Just got the magic touch, I guess.”
The taller man only glared at him, moving past to throw himself down on the couch, and somehow managing to catch the edge of the carpet with his boot and fall onto the cushions in a tangle of limbs. Muttered curses flowed from Jay's mouth in a steady stream as he righted himself, finally sitting up and back with a huff.
“Damn, Jay, what happened to you?” By this point, Jensen's concern had him wondering if his friend needed medical attention; he hadn't seen him this worked up in a good, long time, and a brooding, uncoordinated Jared seemed like a sign that the apocalypse was nigh. Sitting carefully beside him, he wrapped an arm around Jared's slumped shoulders.
Sharp hazel eyes turned up to him. “This episode happened to me, that's what,” the younger man snapped, beginning to almost quiver with what Jen could only imagine was rage, and it scared him. “I... I hit every mark on the first try. One take for the coffee,” Jay started ticking off fingers. “One for the fall in the parking lot. One for the fucking shoe. One for the goddamn fire. And,” he scrubbed a hand through his hopelessly mussed hair, “and every time the camera shuts off, I turn into a walking disaster area!”
Shrugging off Jen's arm, Jared shoved himself to his feet and crossed the small space to lean against the kitchenette counter with his palms, facing away and looking out the small window. Jensen contemplated trying to assure him that it was all in his head, but that felt like a cheap cop-out. Probably no better than saying luck had nothing to do with it. In the end, all he could offer was, “I'm sorry, man.”
Jay only shook his head. “Whatever it is, it's following me around, Jen,” he insisted, his voice almost imperceptibly shaking. “You know what happened yesterday?”
Jensen was almost afraid to find out. “What happened?” he asked softly.
Jared choked off a bitter laugh. “I slammed the door of the Impala, and it caught on my jeans.” Turning back around, he leaned back and threw his hands in the air in futility and outrage. “My jeans! I didn't even realize it until I moved to walk off-set, and they ripped half off me.”
Jensen didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that, considering both of them were total clothes-horses and hated ruining perfectly good wardrobe items if they didn't have to. But this was his best friend - well, more than that, if he was being honest with himself - and his gut twisted seeing him so upset. Letting his gaze meet Jared's, he stood, stepped across the trailer, and pulled him into a tight hug. “Jesus, man,” he finally said, willing as much soothing care into his voice as he could. “Why didn't you say anything before? I mean, I thought something seemed off, but... damn!”
The taller man's arms wrapped around Jen's waist in return, and he dropped his head onto Jensen's shoulder. “I... didn't think you would believe me,” he murmured.
One of Jen's hands threaded into Jared's hair at the nape of his neck, and he rubbed the too-tense muscles. “You know me better than that,” he scolded teasingly, nuzzling close. “Remember that day when we were filming 'Faith'?”
Jared let out a slightly calmer chuckle. “You thought you were having a heart attack.”
Jen smirked against Jay's neck, and dropped a light kiss on the pulse point. “Yeah. Turned out I just had some wicked indigestion.”
Another chuckle shook Jared's body, and Jensen pulled back from the hug to catch his eyes. “You and I both know - better than anybody - how bad this show is for character bleed. You might feel like you've got Sam's bad luck, but I promise you, you don't,” he finished firmly.
Jared heaved a sigh, his face scrunching up in frustration. “Yeah, I know... I just... God, I feel like a half-grown puppy, falling all over myself like my damn shoes are tied together,” he whined. “And that's not even the worst of it. I got home last night, and found the gate open and Sadie halfway across the neighborhood. Went to have breakfast this morning, but the milk in the fridge was spoiled. And my crowning moment?” he frowned. “My water heater is busted, and I had to take an ice-cold shower. Not exactly an experience I want to repeat.”
“I imagine not,” Jen tried to console him, not completely repressing a smile at the image of poor Jared cringing under the frigid water, teeth chattering and eyes squeezed shut.
“Not helping,” Jay scowled in return.
“Sorry, sorry!” he amended quickly, disengaging his arms from their comfortable positions around Jay's waist to hold his hands up in mock-surrender. “Okay, tell you what. We've got-” he checked his watch, “nearly an hour before we have to be back. Let's make the most of it. Get you relaxed. Whaddya say?” Raising his eyebrows hopefully, he grasped Jared by his biceps, thumbs tracing gentle circles over them.
When Jared's brow furrowed in question, Jen felt his guts try to make a break for it through his throat. They were close enough friends to be sleeping together, even if they weren't... yet.
“Come on,” Jensen urged, gesturing with his head toward the small bedroom in the back in a quick a save as he could manage. “I'll give you a back rub and we can go find some quick lunch.”
Still eying him warily, Jay finally nodded, and followed along as Jen tugged him by the hand.
-BANG-
“Ow!”
Not even through the narrow doorway yet, Jensen looked back to find Jay rubbing at his leg, grimacing in pain. “Did you just-?”
A frantic nod. “Yeah,” Jared squeaked. “Right into the edge of the cabinet.”
“Damn, dude! All right,” he said, taking his friend gently by the shoulders to lead him back to the bedroom, “come on. Easy like.”
Another nod, and Jared started moving again, managing at last to get them through the door. Jensen shut and locked it behind them, and sat Jay down on the queen-sized bed. “Lie down on your stomach,” he directed him, pointing. “Slowly!”
The younger man did as instructed, pressing his cheek to the pillow as Jen untied and tugged off both of their boots. A moment later, Jensen climbed onto the bed and straddled Jared's thighs, leaning forward to press his hands into the small of his friend's back, fingers slipping just under the hem of his shirt.
The contact drew an appreciative moan from Jay, and Jen smirked again. “See? Better already.” He started moving his hands in broad circles, loving the contact himself, glad to have any excuse to get his hands on Jared - not that the show didn't give him enough opportunity, but still - before his conscience got the better of him. No taking advantage of your co-star! he warned himself down. Especially not when you're trying to get him to relax... Last thing Jared needed was to be molested by his best friend when he was in the middle of a personal crisis.
It was just too bad Jen's body wasn't particularly listening. Shifting, he moved certain parts away so Jared wouldn't feel anything untoward pressing into his ass, and worked his ministrations upward, sliding his hands up beneath Jay's shirt.
“Christ, that feels good, Jen,” Jared managed, cheek still pressed against the pillow and his arms spread wide over the bed.
“Told you it would, you big doofus,” he laughed back, and suggested, “Here, take your shirt off so I can reach your shoulders.” Lifting the material, Jensen couldn't help just looking at the broad expanse of back before him. God, he wanted to taste that skin. Stop it! he mentally smacked himself again, noting the handful of bruises on Jared's back from all the things he'd likely run into or fell on over the last three days, and watching him pull the t-shirt over his head.
“Ow!!” the younger man shouted again as his elbow knocked into the built-in night table next to the bed. He pulled his arms close in over his head, seeming to shrink in on himself. “I'm fucking cursed!” he whimpered. “I swear to God!”
“Hey! You are not!” Jensen protested, his heart breaking to see Jay so out of sorts, and he scooted up to lean close over his friend's back, hands pressing into tight shoulders and squeezing. “You're freaking out. You've got yourself wound up so tight that you can't help but fall all over yourself. You're a walking disaster area because you expect to be a walking disaster area!”
“So why the hell isn't it happening on-set?” Jared countered, his face buried in the pillow now as he took quick, anxious breaths bordering on sobs. “Why is everything going perfectly when the camera's on?”
Jensen thought for a moment as he sat up again and his hands worked on the knots in the muscles beneath him, and suddenly it was perfectly clear. “Because the moment that camera turns on, all this anxiety turns off. You're a professional, and your subconscious won't let you sabotage yourself when it comes to work.”
Jay's harsh breathing evened out at that, and he turned his head up from the pillow to look back at his friend with a disbelieving eye. “Are you telling me that I'm conditioned?”
“Hell yeah,” Jen smirked, still massaging in broad circles, fingertips pressing deep. “Dinner bell and all.”
With a moan that Jensen couldn't quite decipher the meaning of, Jared buried his face again. “Bite me,” he said, voice muffled.
Naturally, Jensen complied, leaning close again and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of his co-star's neck.
Jared almost came off the bed at that, bucking back. “Holy Jesus, Jen!” he panted. “I didn't mean... unhh... damn!”
Chuckling, the older man lapped gently at the light teeth marks he'd left, tasting Jay's skin after all. “Hey, you asked for it.” After another swipe of his tongue, he added in a low voice, “Damn, you taste good.”
Shuddering at the breath on his neck, Jared clutched his pillow. “The hell?” he whimpered, voice pitched higher than Jensen was used to hearing. “I thought you were trying to get me to relax, not make me come in my pants!”
At that, Jensen practically collapsed over his friend's back. Christ, what am I doing? he scolded himself. “Sorry,” he murmured, face still nuzzled against Jay's neck. “I was just... trying to distract you from yourself.” But he knew the quick cover was thin. No way Jay would buy that feeble line.
A moment passed as Jared breathed deeply, Jensen hating himself for taking advantage of his friend's weak moment.
Then, to Jen's surprise, Jared started chuckling beneath him. “You are so full of it, Ackles.” Twisting, the younger man pulled himself out from under Jensen, letting him flop down onto the bed, and he flung an arm and a long, jeans-clad leg over him, pulling him close. “Like I didn't know you've been trying to get into my pants for months.”
“Uh...” was all Jensen could manage as he fought to ignore the warmth of the broad hand splayed over his back. How did this get turned around so damn quick?
Jared rolled slightly, and leaned closer to plant a quick, chaste kiss on Jensen's lips. “Thank you.”
The contact left a trail of sparks on the older man's lips, and he blinked in confusion when it was over. “Huh?”
A more relaxed smile met him. “For distracting me. I guess I really have been too focused on what could go wrong next.”
Another moment of slow blinking, and Jensen allowed a little smirk to pull up the corner of his mouth. “So... mission accomplished, then? You feeling better?”
Jared nodded, his head pillowed on his other arm. “Yeah. Mission accomplished. For the most part.”
“The most part?”
The younger man's answer was to slide his hand down Jensen's back and over his jeans, cupping his ass and pulling their hips together, and for Jen, there was no mistaking the heated look in Jared's eyes and the firm bulge in his pants, pressing against his own.
“Uh...” he said again, not entirely sure his voice didn't shake with it.
“Might as well make the most of it, right?” Jay echoed Jensen's earlier words with a smirk. “Besides, we've got time, and I can pretty much guarantee that I won't be at all tense afterward. No more character bleed, anyway.”
Throwing away the notion of further speech, Jen leaned back in to kiss those smiling lips, pressing hot and wet and fast as he reached down to unbutton Jared's pants. He still wasn't sure what had happened, but he damn well wasn't gonna look this gift horse in the mouth. Not with Jay's cock finally in his hand and his in Jared's in turn, fireworks dancing in his belly like he hadn't felt in ages.
“Hey, slow down,” Jared panted, pulling back from the messy kiss. “Got thirty minutes, then you get to be Dean's Batman to Sam's Robin, the Boy Hostage,” he smirked again.
With a wicked grin, Jensen shifted and pushed himself up to loom over his friend, now lover. “Damn straight,” he decided, relieved and ecstatic that he was able to bring back the sweet, goofy Jared that he knew and loved, and he swooped down to take another kiss.
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