SPN Fic -- This is my Four Leaf Clover -- Jared/Jensen -- AU -- NC-17 -- Part 1 of ?
So this isn't an unfinished snipped for once, it's an actual chapter of something. Shocking. Of course, it's a chapter of an unfinished story, so, yes. Hi. Welcome to my brain.
Title: This is my Four Leaf Clover, 1/?
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared's a barista working his way through school. Jensen's a cop. Neither one of them is interested in anything more than a physical relationship. Really.
A/N: This is unplanned and unfinished. I have a vague idea of where it's going to go, but I can't promise regular updates.
Jared's not even really paying attention when it happens. He's planning ahead, thinking about breaking down one of the Verissimos early, wondering if he should call in the broken scale or just let Chad try to fix it the next morning. He's thinking that when Sophia gets back from her ten he's going to tell her that she's on café that night and Katie's going to break down the bar. It won't make Sophia happy, but Katie has to learn how to close bar eventually and they're slow enough that the extra time it takes to show Katie the basics won't make them run late.
"She's gonna be mad she missed him," Katie whispers to him in a sing-song voice.
"Hmm?" Jared asks. He looks up and sees Jensen, the cop that Sophia's got a crush on. Jared's seen him a million times. He comes in every night. "Usual?" he asks even while reaching for an iced venti cup.
Jensen nods and stands in front of Katie's till, waiting for him to ring her up.
"Iced five shot venti vanilla Americano," Jared tells her. Katie's only been there a month, not long enough for her to stop worrying about doing the job right and start remembering customers.
It happens every night Jared closes. Jensen comes in either in his uniform when he's working or in regular clothes if he's not. He always gets the same drink. He never says much, just his drink order if someone doesn't know it and, "Thanks," when he picks it up at the hand-off plane.
Jared's got Jensen's drink half finished when he realizes that he's probably setting a bad example. Sure, sometimes it's nice to have such easy regulars, but Katie needs to see Jared taking the initiative to engage people in conversation. He's going to expect her to make conversation with customers so he'd be an asshole if he didn't do it himself. And, sure, he's usually got a lot on his mind when he's running a closing shift, but thinking about the stuff he has to get done in the next two hours is no reason not to give legendary customer service.
"So what do you do on your nights off?" he asks. Jensen's in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that fits nicely across his broad shoulders. Jared takes a moment to appreciate the curve of Jensen's bicep peeking out beneath his sleeve but doesn't perv on him too hard because, really, he's not going to flirt with guys while he's working. He's especially not going to flirt with cops while he's working. Sophia does enough flirting for the both of them.
"Depends," Jensen says. "Weeknights like this? Not much, usually. If I ever get a Thursday or Friday off I'll go out with my boys, but that's rare."
"Must be hard to meet people, schedule like yours," Jared says. He dumps in two more shots and swirls the cup around, rinses the shot glasses, fills the cup nearly to the line with cold water. "I mean, you know, other than all the people you have to arrest."
Jensen smiles at him and yeah, OK, Jared totally gets why Sophia's so into him. He's kind of ridiculously good looking.
"Can be," Jensen says. He's leaning against the wall and he tips his head down, looks up at Jared through dark lashes and oh. Oh, they're flirting now. Jared swallows hard. He's never been a very smooth flirt.
"So you, uh, you just spend most of your nights off alone?" Jared asks.
"I don't mind it. I like the quiet most times. You, uh, when do you get off?"
Jared's flabbergasted for a moment and then he realizes that Jensen's asking when he gets off work, not when he, like, jerks it or anything.
"Midnight," Jared says. He hasn't been paying attention and the shot's almost dead before he snatches up the glass and dumps it into Jensen's drink. "Sometimes a little before or after, but generally, usually, midnight."
He turns and puts the ice into Jensen's Americano. Is he really planning out a date with Sophia's cute cop? He totally is. He snaps the lid onto the drink, gives it a swirl before setting it down. Jensen reaches out and snatches the Sharpie from where it's hooked to the top of Jared's apron. He writes something quickly on the back of a sleeve and then slides it across the handoff plane. He picks up his drink, grabs a straw, says, "I'll be awake," before nodding once and walking away.
Jared picks up the sleeve and reads what's on it. It's an address. Presumably Jensen's address. Because Jared somehow just agreed to a hookup with Sophia's hot cop.
Jared doesn't do hookups. Jared goes on dates and talks through the night about his hopes and dreams and holds hands and plans picnics and romantic getaways. Jared doesn't meet men he barely knows for the sole purpose of sex.
He slides the sleeve into his pants pocket and looks around furtively. Katie's cleaning out the pastry case, not staring at him wide-eyed like he's some sort of pervert, so that's good. She hadn't noticed anything weird.
"You missed the cop," Katie says as soon as Sophia gets back from her ten.
"Seriously?" Sophia asks. "Was he in uniform?"
"Civvies," Katie tells her.
"Oh, well." Sophia shrugs. "He's way hotter when he's in uniform."
Jared thinks about Jensen in uniform, then forces the image from his mind. He's not going to go. He can't go. He just not that kind of guy.
Of course he hasn't had a date in months, hasn't really wanted a date since the epic breakup with Noah that had dragged out for weeks. He deserves a night of fun. He deserves something with no strings attached. Noah's strings had nearly strangled Jared to death.
But Jensen could be a serial killer. What better disguise for a killer than a cop? Jared could show up at Jensen's house and end up sliced into twenty pieces and buried in Jensen's backyard. Jared really doesn't want to be sliced into pieces, or kidnapped, or tortured.
So he can't go. Obviously. Only he'd kind of implied that he would, and Jensen's going to be waiting for him, and it would be really rude just not to show up.
"Hey." Sophia snaps her fingers in front of Jared's face. "Where are you?"
"What?" Jared asks. "Oh. Um. Sorry. Just thinking about everything we've got to get finished tonight."
"I'm going to start breaking down the bar," she tells him, and Jared nods.
"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, sounds great."
Two hours later and Jared still doesn't know what he's going to do. It's two past midnight and they've just finished up the store and he sits in his car and watches to make sure Katie and Sophia's cars start and they get off OK. He starts his own car and decides that, OK, if the light's green when he gets there he'll go left, towards his own house. If the light's red he'll go right, towards Jensen's.
The light turns red fifteen seconds before he reaches it, and he sighs and turns right. To Jensen's it is. He doesn't have to have sex with the guy if he doesn't want to, but he should at least show up. He can just explain that he's not the hook up kind of guy and then see if Jensen's interested in an actual date, and if so great, and if not, well, OK, Jared's going to be able to live with that.
Jensen lives on a quiet street with rows of modest, well kept-up houses. Most of the lights are off, but Jared can see which house is Jensen's as he reaches the right block because his porch light is on, as are the motion lights in front of his garage.
Jared pulls into the driveway and closes his eyes, breathes deeply, then gets out of the car. He knocks softly on Jensen's front door and sighs when Jensen opens it, dressed in soft gray sweats and a white tank top. His arms are amazing.
"Uh, hey," Jared says softly.
"Hey." Jensen takes a step back and motions for Jared to come in. "I, um, do you want a drink?" he asks. "Christ. Are you old enough to drink?"
Jared laughs softly. "Yeah."
"Thank God. So...beer?"
"Um, no. I'm good," Jared says. He feels like his heart's beating in his throat. He wonders how the fuck other guys do this all the time. "I just, uh..." He doesn't know what to say, reaches for Jensen just because he doesn't know what the hell else to do.
He slides his hand into the hair at the back of Jensen's head and Jensen moves towards him, tips his head up, and then they're kissing, Jensen's mouth soft and pliant beneath his.
Jared's getting so hard so fast that he gets a bit of a head rush, has to pull away to catch his breath, close his eyes, rest his forehead against Jensen's.
Jensen slides his hands beneath the hem of Jared's black polo shirt, slides it up until Jared has to pull back to help him take it off.
"You smell like coffee," Jensen whispers.
"Sorry." Jared's breath catches in his throat as Jensen slides his hands over his abs, his chest, down his bare arms.
"Don't be. It's nice. What are you into?"
"I don't..." He wants to say that he's not usually like this, that he's never just hooked up with some random guy before, but he doesn't. He leans down and bites at Jensen's jaw, mouths down the side of his throat, hums appreciatively as Jensen drops his head back and moans softly.
His cock's thick and heavy between his legs, horniness and need replacing the nerves of just a few minutes before. "I wanna fuck you," he says, tugging at the drawstring on Jensen's sweatpants. He slips his hand inside, grips Jensen's cock and squeezes it, strokes it, slides his thumb over the slit. "Let me fuck you."
"Yeah," Jensen breathes. His fingers are digging into Jared's biceps as he struggles to hold himself up. "Come on." He starts edging Jared backwards, and it takes a little while for Jared to stop thinking about how fucking amazing Jensen's ass is going to feel and to realize that Jensen's trying to guide him to the bedroom.
They stumble down the hall, tugging at clothes, kicking off shoes and pants.
"Oh, fuck," Jensen gasps as he slides his hand across Jared's cock. "Are you kidding me?" He drops to his knees and Jared has to grip his shoulders hard to keep his balance as Jensen swallows his cock down to the root.
He's never had anybody do that before, never had anyone who could take his cock all the way. Jensen's eyes are closed, his lashes dark against his cheekbones, and Jared can't look away.
"Jesus," he whispers as Jensen takes him into his throat over and over again. "Fuck. Fuck, so fucking good."
Then Jensen's eyes open and he looks up, mouth full of cock, and it's like he's smiling. He moans and he's jerking himself, his cock thick and hard, and Jared wants to grab his head and fuck his face and come straight down his throat.
Instead he pulls back, closes his eyes when Jensen moans unhappily, grabs Jared's hips and takes his cock head back into his mouth.
"Could fuck your mouth all night," Jared whispers.
Jensen pulls back, swipes his tongue over the slit. "Yeah," he says, voice raw.
"Up on the bed," Jared says, tugging at Jensen's arm.
Jensen grins up at him, kisses Jared's shaft, then stands and turns, yanks the covers off the bed while asking, "How do you want me?"
"Hands and knees."
Jensen crawls up the bed, settles on his knees and elbows, legs spread, back arched, ass high. "Drawer," he says. "Right there."
Jared opens the top nightstand drawer, takes out lube and a condom, notes the red silicone dildo lying there. His hands are a little shaky as he rolls the condom down; he wants it so bad he can hardly think.
He kneels on the bed between Jensen's spread legs, spreads lube on his fingers and slides it over Jensen's hole. He slides two fingers in easily, realizes Jensen's already lubed himself up.
"Aw, fuck," he says, bracing one hand on Jensen's hip. "You think about me fucking you before I even got here?" he asks. "You use that dildo to get yourself nice and ready for me?"
"Yeah," Jensen admits breathlessly. "Come on, fuck, come on."
Jared slides in slowly. Jensen's so hot inside, so tight he thinks he might lose his mind. He just wants to grab Jensen by the hips and pound into him, fuck him hard and fast, make himself come. Instead he forces himself to take it slow, slides in to the hilt and, God, it's fucking gorgeous to look at. He slides his thumb around the stretch of Jensen's hole, takes Jensen's hand and brings it back.
"Feel that?" he asks. "Feel me inside you?"
Jensen laughs and shakes his head. "Don't need my fingers to feel you in me. God."
Jared slides out almost all the way, presses in slowly, watching his cock disappear into Jensen's body. He does it again, feeling Jensen shake beneath him.
"Please," Jensen gasps.
Jared slides his hand up Jensen's back, pulls on his shoulder until Jensen comes up onto his hands. He slides his fingers through Jensen's hair, holds on as he begins to speed up his thrusts. Sometimes he has to think about other things, really fantasize to get himself so turned on. Now, though, he doesn't have to think about anything; the slide of their bodies together, Jensen's soft grunts and moans, that's more than enough to get him so close to the edge he's afraid he'll come too fast.
He bites his lower lip and tries to think about something else--basketball works sometimes--but he can't. It's just his body and Jensen's body and he looses himself in it, forgets about trying hard to make it good, forgets about performance, just fucks and feels Jensen fuck back against him. He fucks and jerks Jensen's cock in one hand and when he feels Jensen shudder and spurt he's shoved that much closer to the edge and a few more hard thrusts are all he needs until he's coming so hard he actually sees stars.
They collapse next to each other, Jensen on his stomach, Jared on his back. Jared tips his head back, takes big, gulping breaths. "Fuck," he says.
"That was," Jensen pants.
"Yeah," says Jared and he closes his eyes and his entire body feels warm and light and perfect.
He sleeps for a little bit, wakes up to feel Jensen's mouth on his collarbone. "You taste like coffee, too," Jensen tells him.
Jared smiles and shoves Jensen over onto his back and kisses down his chest and stomach and sucks on the tender inside of Jensen's thigh before finally relenting and taking Jensen's hard cock into his mouth.
He doesn't know how many rounds they go, loses track when Jensen flips him over and presses slick fingers into his ass and makes him come crying and moaning into the pillow.
He wakes up around seven-thirty in the morning, slips out of bed and is surprised at how sore his muscles are.
"Should leave your number," Jensen murmurs. He doesn't lift his head or open his eyes, looks completely asleep. "We can do this again sometime."
"Yeah," says Jared, and he pulls on his clothes and finds a Sharpie in his pocket, writes his number on the back of an envelope and leaves it on Jensen's bedside table. Jensen's skin is bare and smooth and he can't keep from running one hand from his waist to his shoulder. Jensen sighs and shifts a little bit, and Jared pulls his hand away and leaves quietly.
He has to pass by work on his way home and he considers stopping in for coffee, but Chad's opening and he can smell the walk of shame on anybody from twenty yards away. Instead, Jared just drives home and hopes he can slip into his room and fall asleep until he has to wake up for class at noon.
Any hopes of sneaking in unnoticed are destroyed when he sees Lauren working in the front yard, ass shaking to Elvis Costello as she fills the raised beds with nasturtium, marigolds, phlox, and coleus.
"Do you eat cantaloupe?" she asks without looking up at him.
"I eat everything."
"Good point. How's Noah?"
"I didn't," he begins. He sighs and kneels down next to her, bends towards a flat of marigolds and buries his nose in a bloom, inhaling the spicy, herbal scent.
"Trowel," she says.
He hands her the trowel and watches her make a perfect hole to drop a coleus plant into.
"You do realize that I'll be expecting that fifty dollars no later than tomorrow afternoon," she says.
"I didn't go home with Noah."
"Mmm-hmm."
"Really."
She turns and looks at him, frowns and reaches out to brush his hair off his forehead. "Are you OK? Where were you if you weren't with Noah?"
"I went home with a guy."
"What guy?"
"A customer."
Lauren frowns. "You didn't tell me you had a date."
"It wasn't a date. It was just, we were flirting at the handoff plane and I mentioned that I got off work at midnight and he mentioned that he lived nearby and..." Jared shrugs.
"You went home with a stranger."
He nods. "Yeah."
"That is so out of character. I'm impressed. How was it?"
The memory of Jensen's body rushes back to him, the way he moaned around Jared's cock, the way he tasted and smelled. He blushes and looks away from her.
"That good, huh?"
"Hey, Nancy," Jared says, holding his hand out towards a Blue Quail d'Anvers hen.
"No changing the subject," Lauren says as the hen rushes towards Jared, fluttering up onto his arm and hoping for food. "Was it awesome and fantastic?"
Jared clicks his tongue at the chicken, strokes his fingers into the feathers beneath her chin.
"Seriously. That good?"
"You won't get offended if I tell you it was maybe the best sex of my life, will you?"
"Um, no. Are you going to give me details or do I have to use my imagination and fill them in myself?"
He grins and sets Nancy down, shoos her off. "I don't know if I can even...it was just...God."
"Imagination, then."
Jared sighs. "But now I feel...I don't know. Weird. Kind of dirty."
Lauren laughs.
"I mean it."
"And that's why it's funny."
"It's not...why is it funny?"
"Because you're the only person I know in the entire world who's never had a one night stand. You're a serial monogamist, and maybe it's time for you to figure out who you are and what you like instead of just falling in love all the time."
"A serial monogamist? You say that like it's a disease."
"Look, you went from your high school sweetheart to Ashley to Sandy to me to Jacob to Travis to Noah to David then back to Noah and I've only known you for three years. Taking me out of the equation since we were both suffering from temporary insanity, that's seven people you've been in love with in three years. That's a lot of falling in love, Jared."
Jared frowns and pulls his knees to his chest.
"I'm not trying to be a bitch. Fuck. I don't mean that you're warped or, well, OK, everyone I know is warped, but you just...maybe you can take six months and not fall in love with anybody. Maybe you can just have hot sex with a really hot guy and enjoy it."
Jared tugs at his shoelace.
"I know it's not fair to stage an intervention before you've had your coffee."
"I maybe wasn't in love with Noah as much as I really wanted to be in love with Noah," he says softly.
"I know, sweetie."
"I did really love Sandy, though."
"I know."
"And Travis."
"I know. I'm not saying you were lying any of those times. I know you. I know you want the white picket fence and happily ever after. I know you're completely capable of falling madly in love with someone after a week. I'm just saying that maybe you can take a little break from love. Six months, OK? Hell, three months. Have fun, sleep around, be irresponsible. Get all the Noah bullshit completely out of your system and then when you're ready to start looking for the white picket fence again, it'll be like a fresh start."
Jared nods. "How'd you get so smart?" he asks her.
"Decades of bitter disappointment."
"He was really hot. Like, insanely hot."
"I'll make you pancakes if you give me details."
"You'd think you didn't have a sex life of your own, the way you pry into everybody else's."
"Come on! You know I'm completely unable to not be nosy. You know, if you just started writing in a diary, that would make it so much easier. You could just leave it out where I could read it and then you wouldn't have to say the dirty parts out loud, you'd just have to write them down."
"I'm not going to write in a diary."
"Why not? I'll buy you one with a lock on it and everything."
"If it has a lock, how will you be able to read it?"
"Because I learned how to pick diary locks with a bobby pin when I was seven years old. Come on. I'll get you a cute one with puppies on the front."
"Get me one with a sparkly unicorn and it's a deal."
"Yay!" Lauren cries, clapping her hands together. "Come on, I'll make you pancakes and you can tell me all the dirty parts."
"I thought that was what the diary was for," Jared says, getting up and following her into the house anyway, since Lauren makes really amazing pancakes.
Part Two
Title: This is my Four Leaf Clover, 1/?
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared's a barista working his way through school. Jensen's a cop. Neither one of them is interested in anything more than a physical relationship. Really.
A/N: This is unplanned and unfinished. I have a vague idea of where it's going to go, but I can't promise regular updates.
Jared's not even really paying attention when it happens. He's planning ahead, thinking about breaking down one of the Verissimos early, wondering if he should call in the broken scale or just let Chad try to fix it the next morning. He's thinking that when Sophia gets back from her ten he's going to tell her that she's on café that night and Katie's going to break down the bar. It won't make Sophia happy, but Katie has to learn how to close bar eventually and they're slow enough that the extra time it takes to show Katie the basics won't make them run late.
"She's gonna be mad she missed him," Katie whispers to him in a sing-song voice.
"Hmm?" Jared asks. He looks up and sees Jensen, the cop that Sophia's got a crush on. Jared's seen him a million times. He comes in every night. "Usual?" he asks even while reaching for an iced venti cup.
Jensen nods and stands in front of Katie's till, waiting for him to ring her up.
"Iced five shot venti vanilla Americano," Jared tells her. Katie's only been there a month, not long enough for her to stop worrying about doing the job right and start remembering customers.
It happens every night Jared closes. Jensen comes in either in his uniform when he's working or in regular clothes if he's not. He always gets the same drink. He never says much, just his drink order if someone doesn't know it and, "Thanks," when he picks it up at the hand-off plane.
Jared's got Jensen's drink half finished when he realizes that he's probably setting a bad example. Sure, sometimes it's nice to have such easy regulars, but Katie needs to see Jared taking the initiative to engage people in conversation. He's going to expect her to make conversation with customers so he'd be an asshole if he didn't do it himself. And, sure, he's usually got a lot on his mind when he's running a closing shift, but thinking about the stuff he has to get done in the next two hours is no reason not to give legendary customer service.
"So what do you do on your nights off?" he asks. Jensen's in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that fits nicely across his broad shoulders. Jared takes a moment to appreciate the curve of Jensen's bicep peeking out beneath his sleeve but doesn't perv on him too hard because, really, he's not going to flirt with guys while he's working. He's especially not going to flirt with cops while he's working. Sophia does enough flirting for the both of them.
"Depends," Jensen says. "Weeknights like this? Not much, usually. If I ever get a Thursday or Friday off I'll go out with my boys, but that's rare."
"Must be hard to meet people, schedule like yours," Jared says. He dumps in two more shots and swirls the cup around, rinses the shot glasses, fills the cup nearly to the line with cold water. "I mean, you know, other than all the people you have to arrest."
Jensen smiles at him and yeah, OK, Jared totally gets why Sophia's so into him. He's kind of ridiculously good looking.
"Can be," Jensen says. He's leaning against the wall and he tips his head down, looks up at Jared through dark lashes and oh. Oh, they're flirting now. Jared swallows hard. He's never been a very smooth flirt.
"So you, uh, you just spend most of your nights off alone?" Jared asks.
"I don't mind it. I like the quiet most times. You, uh, when do you get off?"
Jared's flabbergasted for a moment and then he realizes that Jensen's asking when he gets off work, not when he, like, jerks it or anything.
"Midnight," Jared says. He hasn't been paying attention and the shot's almost dead before he snatches up the glass and dumps it into Jensen's drink. "Sometimes a little before or after, but generally, usually, midnight."
He turns and puts the ice into Jensen's Americano. Is he really planning out a date with Sophia's cute cop? He totally is. He snaps the lid onto the drink, gives it a swirl before setting it down. Jensen reaches out and snatches the Sharpie from where it's hooked to the top of Jared's apron. He writes something quickly on the back of a sleeve and then slides it across the handoff plane. He picks up his drink, grabs a straw, says, "I'll be awake," before nodding once and walking away.
Jared picks up the sleeve and reads what's on it. It's an address. Presumably Jensen's address. Because Jared somehow just agreed to a hookup with Sophia's hot cop.
Jared doesn't do hookups. Jared goes on dates and talks through the night about his hopes and dreams and holds hands and plans picnics and romantic getaways. Jared doesn't meet men he barely knows for the sole purpose of sex.
He slides the sleeve into his pants pocket and looks around furtively. Katie's cleaning out the pastry case, not staring at him wide-eyed like he's some sort of pervert, so that's good. She hadn't noticed anything weird.
"You missed the cop," Katie says as soon as Sophia gets back from her ten.
"Seriously?" Sophia asks. "Was he in uniform?"
"Civvies," Katie tells her.
"Oh, well." Sophia shrugs. "He's way hotter when he's in uniform."
Jared thinks about Jensen in uniform, then forces the image from his mind. He's not going to go. He can't go. He just not that kind of guy.
Of course he hasn't had a date in months, hasn't really wanted a date since the epic breakup with Noah that had dragged out for weeks. He deserves a night of fun. He deserves something with no strings attached. Noah's strings had nearly strangled Jared to death.
But Jensen could be a serial killer. What better disguise for a killer than a cop? Jared could show up at Jensen's house and end up sliced into twenty pieces and buried in Jensen's backyard. Jared really doesn't want to be sliced into pieces, or kidnapped, or tortured.
So he can't go. Obviously. Only he'd kind of implied that he would, and Jensen's going to be waiting for him, and it would be really rude just not to show up.
"Hey." Sophia snaps her fingers in front of Jared's face. "Where are you?"
"What?" Jared asks. "Oh. Um. Sorry. Just thinking about everything we've got to get finished tonight."
"I'm going to start breaking down the bar," she tells him, and Jared nods.
"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, sounds great."
Two hours later and Jared still doesn't know what he's going to do. It's two past midnight and they've just finished up the store and he sits in his car and watches to make sure Katie and Sophia's cars start and they get off OK. He starts his own car and decides that, OK, if the light's green when he gets there he'll go left, towards his own house. If the light's red he'll go right, towards Jensen's.
The light turns red fifteen seconds before he reaches it, and he sighs and turns right. To Jensen's it is. He doesn't have to have sex with the guy if he doesn't want to, but he should at least show up. He can just explain that he's not the hook up kind of guy and then see if Jensen's interested in an actual date, and if so great, and if not, well, OK, Jared's going to be able to live with that.
Jensen lives on a quiet street with rows of modest, well kept-up houses. Most of the lights are off, but Jared can see which house is Jensen's as he reaches the right block because his porch light is on, as are the motion lights in front of his garage.
Jared pulls into the driveway and closes his eyes, breathes deeply, then gets out of the car. He knocks softly on Jensen's front door and sighs when Jensen opens it, dressed in soft gray sweats and a white tank top. His arms are amazing.
"Uh, hey," Jared says softly.
"Hey." Jensen takes a step back and motions for Jared to come in. "I, um, do you want a drink?" he asks. "Christ. Are you old enough to drink?"
Jared laughs softly. "Yeah."
"Thank God. So...beer?"
"Um, no. I'm good," Jared says. He feels like his heart's beating in his throat. He wonders how the fuck other guys do this all the time. "I just, uh..." He doesn't know what to say, reaches for Jensen just because he doesn't know what the hell else to do.
He slides his hand into the hair at the back of Jensen's head and Jensen moves towards him, tips his head up, and then they're kissing, Jensen's mouth soft and pliant beneath his.
Jared's getting so hard so fast that he gets a bit of a head rush, has to pull away to catch his breath, close his eyes, rest his forehead against Jensen's.
Jensen slides his hands beneath the hem of Jared's black polo shirt, slides it up until Jared has to pull back to help him take it off.
"You smell like coffee," Jensen whispers.
"Sorry." Jared's breath catches in his throat as Jensen slides his hands over his abs, his chest, down his bare arms.
"Don't be. It's nice. What are you into?"
"I don't..." He wants to say that he's not usually like this, that he's never just hooked up with some random guy before, but he doesn't. He leans down and bites at Jensen's jaw, mouths down the side of his throat, hums appreciatively as Jensen drops his head back and moans softly.
His cock's thick and heavy between his legs, horniness and need replacing the nerves of just a few minutes before. "I wanna fuck you," he says, tugging at the drawstring on Jensen's sweatpants. He slips his hand inside, grips Jensen's cock and squeezes it, strokes it, slides his thumb over the slit. "Let me fuck you."
"Yeah," Jensen breathes. His fingers are digging into Jared's biceps as he struggles to hold himself up. "Come on." He starts edging Jared backwards, and it takes a little while for Jared to stop thinking about how fucking amazing Jensen's ass is going to feel and to realize that Jensen's trying to guide him to the bedroom.
They stumble down the hall, tugging at clothes, kicking off shoes and pants.
"Oh, fuck," Jensen gasps as he slides his hand across Jared's cock. "Are you kidding me?" He drops to his knees and Jared has to grip his shoulders hard to keep his balance as Jensen swallows his cock down to the root.
He's never had anybody do that before, never had anyone who could take his cock all the way. Jensen's eyes are closed, his lashes dark against his cheekbones, and Jared can't look away.
"Jesus," he whispers as Jensen takes him into his throat over and over again. "Fuck. Fuck, so fucking good."
Then Jensen's eyes open and he looks up, mouth full of cock, and it's like he's smiling. He moans and he's jerking himself, his cock thick and hard, and Jared wants to grab his head and fuck his face and come straight down his throat.
Instead he pulls back, closes his eyes when Jensen moans unhappily, grabs Jared's hips and takes his cock head back into his mouth.
"Could fuck your mouth all night," Jared whispers.
Jensen pulls back, swipes his tongue over the slit. "Yeah," he says, voice raw.
"Up on the bed," Jared says, tugging at Jensen's arm.
Jensen grins up at him, kisses Jared's shaft, then stands and turns, yanks the covers off the bed while asking, "How do you want me?"
"Hands and knees."
Jensen crawls up the bed, settles on his knees and elbows, legs spread, back arched, ass high. "Drawer," he says. "Right there."
Jared opens the top nightstand drawer, takes out lube and a condom, notes the red silicone dildo lying there. His hands are a little shaky as he rolls the condom down; he wants it so bad he can hardly think.
He kneels on the bed between Jensen's spread legs, spreads lube on his fingers and slides it over Jensen's hole. He slides two fingers in easily, realizes Jensen's already lubed himself up.
"Aw, fuck," he says, bracing one hand on Jensen's hip. "You think about me fucking you before I even got here?" he asks. "You use that dildo to get yourself nice and ready for me?"
"Yeah," Jensen admits breathlessly. "Come on, fuck, come on."
Jared slides in slowly. Jensen's so hot inside, so tight he thinks he might lose his mind. He just wants to grab Jensen by the hips and pound into him, fuck him hard and fast, make himself come. Instead he forces himself to take it slow, slides in to the hilt and, God, it's fucking gorgeous to look at. He slides his thumb around the stretch of Jensen's hole, takes Jensen's hand and brings it back.
"Feel that?" he asks. "Feel me inside you?"
Jensen laughs and shakes his head. "Don't need my fingers to feel you in me. God."
Jared slides out almost all the way, presses in slowly, watching his cock disappear into Jensen's body. He does it again, feeling Jensen shake beneath him.
"Please," Jensen gasps.
Jared slides his hand up Jensen's back, pulls on his shoulder until Jensen comes up onto his hands. He slides his fingers through Jensen's hair, holds on as he begins to speed up his thrusts. Sometimes he has to think about other things, really fantasize to get himself so turned on. Now, though, he doesn't have to think about anything; the slide of their bodies together, Jensen's soft grunts and moans, that's more than enough to get him so close to the edge he's afraid he'll come too fast.
He bites his lower lip and tries to think about something else--basketball works sometimes--but he can't. It's just his body and Jensen's body and he looses himself in it, forgets about trying hard to make it good, forgets about performance, just fucks and feels Jensen fuck back against him. He fucks and jerks Jensen's cock in one hand and when he feels Jensen shudder and spurt he's shoved that much closer to the edge and a few more hard thrusts are all he needs until he's coming so hard he actually sees stars.
They collapse next to each other, Jensen on his stomach, Jared on his back. Jared tips his head back, takes big, gulping breaths. "Fuck," he says.
"That was," Jensen pants.
"Yeah," says Jared and he closes his eyes and his entire body feels warm and light and perfect.
He sleeps for a little bit, wakes up to feel Jensen's mouth on his collarbone. "You taste like coffee, too," Jensen tells him.
Jared smiles and shoves Jensen over onto his back and kisses down his chest and stomach and sucks on the tender inside of Jensen's thigh before finally relenting and taking Jensen's hard cock into his mouth.
He doesn't know how many rounds they go, loses track when Jensen flips him over and presses slick fingers into his ass and makes him come crying and moaning into the pillow.
He wakes up around seven-thirty in the morning, slips out of bed and is surprised at how sore his muscles are.
"Should leave your number," Jensen murmurs. He doesn't lift his head or open his eyes, looks completely asleep. "We can do this again sometime."
"Yeah," says Jared, and he pulls on his clothes and finds a Sharpie in his pocket, writes his number on the back of an envelope and leaves it on Jensen's bedside table. Jensen's skin is bare and smooth and he can't keep from running one hand from his waist to his shoulder. Jensen sighs and shifts a little bit, and Jared pulls his hand away and leaves quietly.
He has to pass by work on his way home and he considers stopping in for coffee, but Chad's opening and he can smell the walk of shame on anybody from twenty yards away. Instead, Jared just drives home and hopes he can slip into his room and fall asleep until he has to wake up for class at noon.
Any hopes of sneaking in unnoticed are destroyed when he sees Lauren working in the front yard, ass shaking to Elvis Costello as she fills the raised beds with nasturtium, marigolds, phlox, and coleus.
"Do you eat cantaloupe?" she asks without looking up at him.
"I eat everything."
"Good point. How's Noah?"
"I didn't," he begins. He sighs and kneels down next to her, bends towards a flat of marigolds and buries his nose in a bloom, inhaling the spicy, herbal scent.
"Trowel," she says.
He hands her the trowel and watches her make a perfect hole to drop a coleus plant into.
"You do realize that I'll be expecting that fifty dollars no later than tomorrow afternoon," she says.
"I didn't go home with Noah."
"Mmm-hmm."
"Really."
She turns and looks at him, frowns and reaches out to brush his hair off his forehead. "Are you OK? Where were you if you weren't with Noah?"
"I went home with a guy."
"What guy?"
"A customer."
Lauren frowns. "You didn't tell me you had a date."
"It wasn't a date. It was just, we were flirting at the handoff plane and I mentioned that I got off work at midnight and he mentioned that he lived nearby and..." Jared shrugs.
"You went home with a stranger."
He nods. "Yeah."
"That is so out of character. I'm impressed. How was it?"
The memory of Jensen's body rushes back to him, the way he moaned around Jared's cock, the way he tasted and smelled. He blushes and looks away from her.
"That good, huh?"
"Hey, Nancy," Jared says, holding his hand out towards a Blue Quail d'Anvers hen.
"No changing the subject," Lauren says as the hen rushes towards Jared, fluttering up onto his arm and hoping for food. "Was it awesome and fantastic?"
Jared clicks his tongue at the chicken, strokes his fingers into the feathers beneath her chin.
"Seriously. That good?"
"You won't get offended if I tell you it was maybe the best sex of my life, will you?"
"Um, no. Are you going to give me details or do I have to use my imagination and fill them in myself?"
He grins and sets Nancy down, shoos her off. "I don't know if I can even...it was just...God."
"Imagination, then."
Jared sighs. "But now I feel...I don't know. Weird. Kind of dirty."
Lauren laughs.
"I mean it."
"And that's why it's funny."
"It's not...why is it funny?"
"Because you're the only person I know in the entire world who's never had a one night stand. You're a serial monogamist, and maybe it's time for you to figure out who you are and what you like instead of just falling in love all the time."
"A serial monogamist? You say that like it's a disease."
"Look, you went from your high school sweetheart to Ashley to Sandy to me to Jacob to Travis to Noah to David then back to Noah and I've only known you for three years. Taking me out of the equation since we were both suffering from temporary insanity, that's seven people you've been in love with in three years. That's a lot of falling in love, Jared."
Jared frowns and pulls his knees to his chest.
"I'm not trying to be a bitch. Fuck. I don't mean that you're warped or, well, OK, everyone I know is warped, but you just...maybe you can take six months and not fall in love with anybody. Maybe you can just have hot sex with a really hot guy and enjoy it."
Jared tugs at his shoelace.
"I know it's not fair to stage an intervention before you've had your coffee."
"I maybe wasn't in love with Noah as much as I really wanted to be in love with Noah," he says softly.
"I know, sweetie."
"I did really love Sandy, though."
"I know."
"And Travis."
"I know. I'm not saying you were lying any of those times. I know you. I know you want the white picket fence and happily ever after. I know you're completely capable of falling madly in love with someone after a week. I'm just saying that maybe you can take a little break from love. Six months, OK? Hell, three months. Have fun, sleep around, be irresponsible. Get all the Noah bullshit completely out of your system and then when you're ready to start looking for the white picket fence again, it'll be like a fresh start."
Jared nods. "How'd you get so smart?" he asks her.
"Decades of bitter disappointment."
"He was really hot. Like, insanely hot."
"I'll make you pancakes if you give me details."
"You'd think you didn't have a sex life of your own, the way you pry into everybody else's."
"Come on! You know I'm completely unable to not be nosy. You know, if you just started writing in a diary, that would make it so much easier. You could just leave it out where I could read it and then you wouldn't have to say the dirty parts out loud, you'd just have to write them down."
"I'm not going to write in a diary."
"Why not? I'll buy you one with a lock on it and everything."
"If it has a lock, how will you be able to read it?"
"Because I learned how to pick diary locks with a bobby pin when I was seven years old. Come on. I'll get you a cute one with puppies on the front."
"Get me one with a sparkly unicorn and it's a deal."
"Yay!" Lauren cries, clapping her hands together. "Come on, I'll make you pancakes and you can tell me all the dirty parts."
"I thought that was what the diary was for," Jared says, getting up and following her into the house anyway, since Lauren makes really amazing pancakes.
Part Two