sometimes you’re overrated, just f.y.i. [jared/jensen, nc17, 32k] part 4
The next couple of days after his confrontation with Jared seemed like the longest in Jensen’s life.
With Jeff and Brock in town, and the rest of the cast and crew slowly trickling in as well, he only managed to stop into the Sink twice over the long weekend. Jared was nowhere to be found either time, and when no one seemed particularly inclined to tell Jensen where he might be, Jensen’s frustration began to reach epic proportions.
“Is he sick?” he asked Leighton with forced politeness, figuring on her as the easiest target since she still looked at him sometimes with a vaguely terrifying sort of lust in her pretty eyes.
“I don’t think so,” she said, just as sweet as you please. Jensen tried not to strangle her.
“Okay,” he said through his teeth. He leaned onto the front desk counter, clearing his throat so that she finally looked up from the magazine she was reading. He flashed her a smile and watched her eyes sort of fog over. “Leighton. I really need to know where Jared is.”
She stared at him for a long moment, eyes narrowing, and a cold sweat broke out across the back of Jensen’s neck. She isn’t going to tell me anything, he realized with a sinking feeling. He’d missed his chance to make things right because he’d let Jared’s defensive words eat away at him like acid, because of his own damn insecurities.
He’d realized late into the first night lying awake in his king-sized hotel bed, that he didn’t even have Jared’s phone number. And if that didn’t speak of just how quickly this entire thing had come to pass, nothing else quite did.
It didn’t seem to matter much.
“He and Danneel had some kind of weird…thing,” Leighton finally admitted, pulling Jensen out of his self-pitying thoughts. She nibbled her lip and glanced around the room before lowering her voice further. “No one’s really talking about it or even knows what happened, but he hasn’t been in since and Danneel’s been feeding everyone some bullshit line about him trying to make up some classes.”
“Why…why do you think it’s bullshit?” Jensen’s throat felt too tight, too thick. He had a horrible feeling he knew exactly why Jared and Danneel might’ve argued, and the images in his mind had him battling back a nearly overwhelming rush of jealousy. “What happened?”
Leighton huffed. “I told you I don’t know.” She licked her lips, her gaze turning dark with consideration as she watched his reaction closely. Her lips curved into the barest hint of a smile. “But hey, it’s Jared. He’s an oblivious idiot.”
The harsh words were belied with an affectionate tone, and Jensen’s brow creased. “What do you mean?”
“I mean the big doofus can’t see what’s right in front of his big, stupid face. Half of the people who ever set eyes on him wind up crushing on his dumb ass, and the other half are either equally dumb and oblivious, or small children.” Leighton sighed a little and leaned her chin against her fisted palm. “Still…you just can’t help caring about the guy, you know?”
“Yeah,” Jensen said, a little mournfully. “I do.”
“He’s got things so twisted up in that head of his,” Leighton said, shaking her own. “I used to joke around that Danneel was so out of his league, but truthfully…Jared doesn’t even know what ballpark he’s playing in.”
It was basically the same thing Jared had admitted himself that incredible Mardi Gras evening, blitzed on alcohol and good times, but deep down Jensen had never really thought anything past his own wants, needs.
He wanted Jared Padalecki. And it wasn’t supposed to have meant anything more than that.
Rubbing his forehead, he bit the bullet with little more than a grimace. “Okay, so where’s Danneel?”
Leighton looked immediately uncomfortable, shrugging a shoulder and burying her nose in her magazine just as the hair on the back of Jensen’s neck prickled. He blinked, then turned around to find none other than Danneel herself standing there. Her gorgeous features were pinched, eyes hard and trained solely on him.
“I could just wring your fucking neck right now,” she said, not bothering to lower her voice or beat around the bush. She stepped up and all but dug a nail into his chest. “What was the last thing I said to you, Jensen?”
“I couldn’t even begin to guess,” Jensen said coolly, holding her angry glare and reaching down to shove her hand away before she bruised something.
“How about, don’t fuck around with my employees if you can’t fucking deal with your shit!” she said, and the few customers shopping in the area quickly moved on with wide eyes and curious glances.
Jensen ground his teeth together. “You never said that.”
“It was implied!” Danneel looked as close to doing bodily harm as he’d ever seen, and he’d known her during her wildest, most unpredictable years. “And how dare you put me in the middle of your ridiculous drama-”
“I didn’t put you anywhere,” Jensen argued, bitter resentment starting to build up and spill over. “He did! Okay? He’s got you on some kind of goddamn pedestal, and-”
“Not anymore,” Danneel interrupted right back. “He thinks…well, God only knows what the idiot really thinks, but he seems to believe that whatever it is, we’re in on it together and wants nothing to do with either one of us. So, congratulations! You lose, I lose, and I didn’t get anything out of the damn deal but a tongue-kiss.”
Jensen’s vision went red around the edges, even though he’d basically expected as much. “He kissed you?”
“Oh, you’re one to talk.” But Danneel’s gaze softened just a bit at the devastation apparent in both his voice and his expression. Heaving a great sigh of exasperation, she admitted, “Relax, it wasn’t that earth-shattering. I mean, it was hot, but it was clearly just some last-minute ditch effort to prove he doesn’t want to bone you.”
At Jensen’s surprised, slightly guilty look, she snorted. “Please, Ackles. Like I haven’t known you long enough to know exactly what it looks like when someone’s completely lost their fucking mind over you? The only real difference is that this time it looks like you’ve lost yours, too.”
The denial was immediate and hot on his tongue as always, but he couldn’t quite get it to come out. “I’ve only known the guy two weeks, Danny,” he finally whispered, staring at her in complete and total terror. “I can’t be in…I can’t be feeling this way.”
“Who the hell makes the rules in your universe?” Danneel shook her head with obvious disgust. “Jensen, you can’t control something like this. It happens when it happens.” Her eyes took on a wickedly satisfied glint. “And in this case, it couldn’t have happened to a more deserving pair of braindead idiots.”
“Thanks for the support,” Jensen muttered. “Jesus Christ, what the hell am I going to do? I have a contract to screw Brock fucking Kelly through a mattress in two days, and the minute that happens…Jared is never going to speak to me again.”
“He isn’t exactly speaking to you now,” Danneel pointed out, rather unnecessarily in Jensen’s opinion. When he glared at her, she shrugged and leaned back against the counter. She seemed completely, suddenly at ease as she smiled and tilted her head. “What do you think, Leighton? Should we tell him where Jared is?”
Leighton, whom Jensen had all but forgotten about during his and Danneel’s short but heated display, cleared her throat. “You know what? I think I’ll let you handle that one, Boss.”
“Gladly.” Danneel’s voice took on a razor’s edge. “Your precious Padalecki? Left with Brock fucking Kelly not even two hours ago. I stopped by his place to knock some goddamn sense into his hard head, and they were on the way to the studio. Seems Jared’s ready to figure out a few things without you, Jensen.”
Jensen was already halfway out the door.
Well, this was a huge mistake, Jared thought, staring at the scene happening in front of him in equal parts fascination and mortification.
The exaggerated moans coming out of the pretty, dark-haired man whose dick Brock was sucking seemed too loud; a gross mockery of the intimacy it was meant to portray. The cameras positioned all around the writhing couple didn’t help the situation, either, as far as Jared was concerned. When the director snapped out another quick-cut and Brock pulled off the dripping cock with unfazed eyes, swollen lips, Jared felt about ready to explode inside.
He couldn’t understand what Jensen would gain from this…charade. Sure, it was hot - he couldn’t deny his own boner at watching Brock’s pretty mouth swallow the guy down to the root, thinking of Jensen’s pink lips and gorgeous green eyes.
But there was nothing personal about it. Brock hadn’t lied about that, and it should have relieved Jared as it had originally been intended to do. But it really just made him depressed. This was what Jensen had apparently chosen over a satisfying, committed relationship with anyone, and Jared didn’t think he had anything to offer that could change Jensen’s mind on the matter.
Brock came over to stand beside him, a fluffy white robe hanging off his shoulders as he slicked lip balm across his mouth. “Penny for your thoughts, Padalecki.”
Jared flushed. Not wanting to be rude, he said, “You, uh, have a great technique there.”
Brock stared at him for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, my God. You are the sweetest thing.”
It was eerily reminiscent of words Jensen had said time and time again, and Jared closed his eyes briefly and massaged his temples. “I should go.”
“Is that what you want?” Brock asked easily, accepting a bottle of water that a strung-out looking assistant handed him before scrambling away again. He watched Jared with unreadable green eyes, mouth wrapped around the lip of the bottle as his throat worked.
Jared swallowed hard, staring. “I think it’d be for the best, yeah.”
Brock set the water bottle on a nearby table, then reached out and clutched a handful of Jared’s shirt. Tugged. “Or…you could come hang out in my trailer.”
The kid wasn’t even trying to hide his interest, or his meaning, and Jared couldn’t deny that part of him - a very vocal part of him - was responding to Brock’s sexy flirtation. The idea of finding out once and for all whether or not he was fucked up over Jensen or just plain fucked up finally proved too tantalizing, and he was nodding and following Brock through the studio before his brain could fully catch up with his actions.
But when the door shut after them, the loud click of the lock nearly deafening in his ears, he found himself standing there and feeling like a fool. Brock cocked his head, smiling and wrapping an arm around Jared’s waist. It pulled them up tight together, and Jared sucked in a breath at the feel of Brock’s dick.
“Second thoughts?” Brock murmured into his neck, and Jared shivered as the warm breath traveled across his skin.
“I…don’t know,” he finally said, awkward frustration woven through his voice like a tripwire. He didn’t move away when Brock looked up at him, but he couldn’t quite meet the kid’s eyes, either. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here. Or how I got here in the first place.”
“You’re hard,” Brock said, staring at the evidence pressing against the seam of Jared’s pants. He reached down and cupped his hand around Jared’s cock, squeezed. “That seems like a good place to start to me.”
Jared bit down hard on his bottom lip and turned his head away. “Brock…”
“Remember what I said? About how nothing we do out there is real?” Brock simply held him against his palm, nuzzling Jared’s jaw until he could drop a quick kiss against the corner of Jared’s mouth.
Jared licked his lips, tasted sweat and something cinnamony-sweet. He thought of Jensen’s gorgeous mouth licking his open, squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed thickly. “And what about right now? Is this real?”
Brock jerked at Jared’s button, and Jared bit off a choked groan when his fingers wrapped tight around his cock. “You tell me, stud.”
Jared let Brock jerk him off, and it felt good…the kid obviously knew what he was doing and, hell. It was someone’s hand on his dick. Jared humped against his palm and within short minutes was cussing and coming across Brock’s fingers. “Jesus,” he gasped, laughing without really finding the situation the least bit funny. “What was that for?”
Brock was smirking when Jared finally managed to open dazed eyes. “To show you that, yes, you can get off from another dude touching your junk. Yes, you’re most definitely into dick.” He tilted his head and wiped Jared’s come across the bottom of his robe. “Now the question remains…whose dick do you really want? How real do you want this to be?”
Jared’s pulse pounded like a drum, and the answer was scarily simple. All the blood drained out of his head and left him lightheaded. “Oh, Jesus fuck, I’m an idiot.”
Brock didn’t seem too surprised, if not a little regretful. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“I’m an absolute bastard,” Jared gritted out, slamming the heel of his hand against his forehead. “Jesus, Brock…I’m so sorry, but I…”
“I know.” Brock moved away and toward the small bathroom nestled in the corner of the trailer. “And you’re not a bastard. You were confused, and believe me. It was my pleasure to help.”
Jared wasn’t so sure about that, but he couldn’t make himself stay any longer to care. He hated himself even as he heard himself offering thinly-veiled excuses, backing away until he ran into the door. “I just…I gotta go,” he said lamely.
“Tell Jensen I said hi,” Brock said over his shoulder, and the grin he shot Jared went a little way toward allowing him to forgive himself for using the kid as a…what? A willing accomplice in figuring out his trick-sexuality? Jesus H.
But at least now he knew the answer, and the only question that really remained was just how much Jensen would still want to be a part of the equation once Jared finally told him the truth.
Of course, Jared wasn’t at the studio when Jensen showed up.
Brock was wrapping up a scene with Tom Welling, Jeff’s latest sign-on for “The Sperminator”, and the only other co-star in the film Jensen hadn’t had any sort of previous interaction with.
But Tom wasn’t even remotely his concern at the moment…he had another gorgeous brunet on the mind, and once again Jared was missing at the scene. Once he realized as much, Jensen tried to beat it back out of there, but was waylaid by Jeff at the door.
“Hey, now here’s my star,” the older man said, beaming around a few days growth of beard. “Come to check out Kelly in action?”
“Yeah, not so much.” Jensen moved to pass Jeff and reach for the doorknob. A sudden, horrible curiosity crept over him and he turned back to his manager. “You been here all day?”
“Yup.” Jeff was eyeing his watch, and Jensen knew his manager well enough to know Jeff was waiting for filming to wrap up for the day so he could hit the catering booth.
“You, uh, happen to see any newbies on set today?” He caught Brock watching him out of the corner of his eye, an odd little smile on his face, and his spine went stiff. “Maybe hanging out with Brock?”
“Goodlooking kid, ridiculously tall, needs a haircut?” When Jensen nodded slowly, Jeff shrugged. “Yeah, he was here. Kinda checking out the scene, then he took off to Brock’s trailer for awhile. He beat it out of there like someone called the cops on his ass.”
Jensen’s stomach knotted. “Yeah, okay. Thanks. I’m gonna take off…”
He didn’t wait to hear what Jeff had to say, ignored Brock calling his name, and walked out of the studio. Climbed into the taxi cab waiting to take him back to his hotel. The entire length of the short trip back, Jensen stared out the window and tried to sort through the hurricane of feelings inside of him.
By the time the cab pulled up in front of the luxurious Hotel Monteleone, he wasn’t any closer to knowing how to feel, or what to do about it if he did. And then he walked into the lobby, and found himself face-to-face with grim hazel eyes.
Jared stood up from where he was perched on the edge of his seat, shoving a nervous hand through his hair while Jensen thanked the doorman and tried to swallow past the ridiculous lump that had taken up residence in his throat.
“They wouldn’t tell me which room you were staying in,” Jared said as he walked up to Jensen, sounding a little worse for the wear. “So, I, um. Waited. Obviously.”
“Obviously,” Jensen said dryly, unable to keep from taking a sick sort of satisfaction out of Jared’s hellish appearance. He didn’t offer for Jared to follow him up the elevator, but he didn’t protest when he did so.
They stood, shoulder-to-shoulder, in the small area. Jensen’s fingers itched to reach out and touch him as they entered his suite, and it was absolutely insane to think it’d only been a mere few days since he’d last seen the kid.
“So, what brings you here, Stretch?” Jensen poured himself a glass of the complimentary wine that sat chilling in a bucket in the parlor, trying to steel himself before he met Jared’s gaze again. There was a sharp edge shaping his voice as he added,“I thought you’d made yourself pretty damn clear the last time we spoke. You aren’t interested, right?”
Jared licked his lips, a nervous swipe of tongue. “Yeah, well, apparently I can be a dick sometimes, too.”
Jensen’s fingers clenched around the fragile glassware at the softly-spoken words, and he looked away. Closed his eyes. “Jared…Jesus, what the fuck do you want from me?” he said, voice thick and hoarse. He set his glass down too hard, and it clicked against the expensive mahogany table. “You know, I thought I was the one who was scared of all this bullshit.”
“What bullshit?” Jared’s husky voice sounded closer than before, but Jensen didn’t turn around. Couldn’t answer the question.
“So, did you sleep with him?” He barely got it out, throat too tight, jealousy and anger and goddamn hurt chewing up his insides until he felt raw and bleeding.
“No,” Jared was quick to say. His hands closed around Jensen’s shoulders and forced him to turn around, look him in the eyes. A dark flush swept across his heartbreakingly handsome features, and Jensen wanted to punch him in the face. “But I won’t lie and say nothing happened.”
“Well, that’s big of you,” Jensen said, bitterness edging the words. “Get your goddamn hands off of me, okay?”
“What do you want me to say?” Jared shouted, throwing his hands up as Jensen ground his teeth together. “You just…you showed up here and completely fucked me up, Jensen! I told you…I don’t know my head from my ass when you’re around and, Jesus, I just…needed some perspective.”
Jensen didn’t want to acknowledge the sense in that statement when all he could think about was Brock doing God only knew what to Jared. His Jared, and Jesus effing Christ, Danneel and Brock were right. He was crazy in love with the kid, and doomed to his own personal hell because of it. “Well, I sure hope your perspective came with a rubber,” he snapped, feeling ridiculous even as he said it, and Jared huffed out a furious breath.
“Do you even hear what I’m saying?” His big hands grabbed Jensen’s face, caressing his cheeks as his eyes blazed with painful honesty. “Jensen. Look at me. I’m so fucked up over you, it isn’t even funny.”
“Sorry,” Jensen choked out, head and heart spinning as he reached up to push Jared’s hands away. His voice broke, “I don’t know what the hell you want me to do about it, okay?”
“I don’t want you to apologize, you…” Jared trailed off and growled. The sound shot straight through to Jensen’s dick, shocking in its strength, and then Jared had him off of his feet and on the table and Jensen was spreading his legs wide enough for Jared to get in between.
When Jared’s mouth crashed down against his, Jensen shoved his fingers through shaggy hair and pulled hard enough that he knew it had to hurt. Jared just grunted, bit down on Jensen’s lip until Jensen groaned. Wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist and ground against the hard cock between his thighs.
Jared broke the kiss, panting heavily against his neck. “I just want you,” he said tightly, and pressed a heated kiss against Jensen’s shoulder. His voice cracked, fingers moving between them to get at Jensen’s belt. “Fuck. Please.”
“Yeah,” Jensen said, gasped, rolling his hips up to give Jared’s questing hands better access. “Oh, baby, fuck yeah.”
“Take your shirt off.” Jared jerked his pants open, exposing Jensen’s aching cock to his dark eyes as he licked his lips and stared. When Jensen hesitated, getting lost in the promise clear in that dangerous gaze, he reached out and squeezed Jensen from root to tip. “Please…”
Jensen shuddered in his grip, catching his lip between his teeth as he balanced himself on one elbow and used his free hand to work the buttons of his shirt open. “Harder,” he bit off, eyes rolling back in his head when Jared tightened his fist. Halfway through his shirt, he stopped, rubbed a finger over his nipple. “Oh, God, I want your fucking mouth on me.”
“Where?” Jared stroked him, buried his face in the open collar of his shirt and nuzzled it down Jensen’s shoulder. He scraped the bare skin with his teeth. “Here?”
Jensen rocked into the steady squeeze of his fist, shivered all over. “Try lower.”
“Hmm,” Jared hummed, moving his mouth down Jensen’s collarbone. “How about you just tell me when to stop?”
“Jesus fuck.” Jensen swallowed a litany of curses when Jared knelt down and licked up and across the swollen head of his cock. His broad shoulders forced Jensen’s thighs even farther apart, the awkward stretch of muscle adding to the pleasure as Jensen watched that pretty-pink mouth - finally - wrap tight around his dick. He moaned Jared’s name; Jared looked up from under his lashes and met his gaze head-on.
Jensen didn’t miss the irony of the fact that he’d been in this position more times than he could count, with various professionals who could suck a damn watermelon through a gun barrel. None of them could hold a goddamn candle to the awkwardly sweet pull of Jared’s mouth, sloppy and slick around him, delicious little sounds from his throat spreading up through Jensen’s cock and settling in his chest.
He lifted a hand to Jared’s head, stroked through silky-soft hair. Letting his fingers trail lower over the curve of his own swollen prick against Jared’s cheek. Short seconds later, he came in a quiet rush of filthy curses and praise. Breathing hard, eyes heavy and lidded. “You fucking destroy me, Jared.”
Jared nuzzled against his palm, lashes sweeping his cheeks again before he pulled back. Licked along Jensen’s length one last time, then reached for his hand and dropped a wet kiss into it. “I can’t get you out of my head,” he admitted, husky-soft from sucking cock, and Jensen’s pulse spiked again.
“C’mere,” he said, eyes burning against his lids. Jared stood up, and Jensen reached for the hard line of his cock. Licked his lips. “Let me take care of you now.”
Jared kissed him instead, framing his face between those big, gorgeous hands again. “Just say you’ll be with me,” he breathed against Jensen’s mouth, a desperate sort of hope coloring his tone. “Tell me that’s what you want and I swear I’ll believe you.”
“So, what? You’ll just…let me go to work tomorrow and fuck Brock Kelly and whoever else and you’ll be just fine with that?” Jensen couldn’t keep the disbelief from his tone, despite how much he wanted to give in and tell Jared that, yes. All he fucking wanted was to be with him.
Jared’s eyes went dark, his fingers trembled against Jensen’s skin, but he eventually nodded slowly. Jensen huffed out a laugh that felt more like a sob.
“Jesus Christ, Jared! No. This isn’t worth…”
Jared shut him up with lips and tongue, only pulling away to whisper the truth all over again. “I just…want to be with you, Jensen. Whatever that means. We’ll figure it out, okay?”
No, it really probably wasn’t, but Jensen let it go for the moment. Kissed Jared back, and consoled himself with visions of Jared stretched out across his bed.
The rest could wait. For awhile.
“I’ve been thinking,” Jensen said into the darkness several hours later, and Jared wrapped his arms tighter around the warm body lying beside him in bed. They were in their underwear between 1200 thread count sheets, and it gave Jared something of a ridiculous little adolescent thrill to know how quickly he could have Jensen naked and underneath him. He was pretty sure Jensen felt the same way, if the inviting heat coming off his gorgeous body was any indication.
“What?” he asked quietly, rubbing his nose against Jensen’s throat. He ached to kiss him there, where his scent was strong and nearly intoxicating. So he did, relishing the little groan that accompanied Jensen’s full-body shiver. Jared smiled. “Tell me.”
Jensen’s fingers found Jared’s, low on his own belly, and he tangled them together and let them rest just above where his cock was rapidly thickening. When it came, his voice was a husky invitation that contradicted the serious bend of his words. “I’ve been thinking about getting out of my contract with Jeff. Maybe even trying my hand behind-the-scenes instead.”
Jared stayed absolutely still, but inside he was reeling. The possibility Jensen was hinting at…well, he didn’t want to presume he had a fucking clue and ruin whatever tenuous understanding they’d come to over the course of the night. “You mean, like directing?”
Jensen shrugged and stroked across his knuckles. “Hey, it did wonders for Jenna Jameson.” He paused for a beat, and then chuckled. “And maybe one day I can have my own dirty little porn company and make it into the Fortune 500, too.”
“I don’t want you to think you have to do that for me,” Jared said seriously, though everything in him was screaming to shut up and not look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Then don’t think that,” Jensen said, not unkindly. “I won’t lie and say you didn’t factor into the decision, but I really have been considering it for awhile. Hell, I’m coming up on thirty soon. And the interest just…isn’t really there anymore.”
“Well, you’d better watch out, or Danny’ll have you doing a live, weekly podcast for the store,” Jared finally said, unable to keep from grinning.
“Yeah, uh, speaking of Danneel…” Jensen cleared his throat, shifted his hips. The uncertainty in his voice about broke Jared’s heart.
“She isn’t for me,” Jared said simply, and felt more than heard Jensen’s breath shudder out of him again. He squeezed Jensen’s fingers and rested his forehead against his back. Swallowed. “But I’m hoping you are.”
“Hoping?” Jensen turned in his arms and Jared pressed a burning cheek against the pillow when that green gaze found his in the moonlight. “You aren’t sure?”
To Jared’s never-ending humiliation, he felt salty, shameful tears blinding him. “I’m sure of the way I feel about you,” he admitted on a rasping whisper. “I just don’t know-”
“I’m fucking crazy about you.” Jensen said it clearly and calmly and Jared had to squeeze his eyes shut to keep from embarrassing himself. He felt Jensen move in closer, his hands stroking across Jared’s stomach and up over his chest. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it. This isn’t an easy thing for anybody to go through, baby. Much less in two weeks’ time.”
“I thought I was messed up,” Jared said in disgust, half-expecting Jensen to pull away, or worse. “I thought you came here, and fucked me up, and it was all some goddamn game you enjoyed playing with the straight boy from podunk. You’d leave and I’d be…stuck like this, or something.”
After he blurted it all out, there were several long beats of silence during which his heart about thumped right out of his chest. Then, Jensen started laughing, and the ridiculousness of the entire situation dawned on him.
“Well, you’re kind of an asshole.” The words were light with humor, and Jensen snuggled up against him and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “Mmm…I like that.”
“You are so full of shit,” Jared managed around a laugh, pulling him in tighter with both arms, and Jensen snorted.
“Baby, right now, I ain’t full of anything.” He rolled his hips meaningfully, and Jared’s breath caught. “And believe me…I would know.”
“So would anyone else with eighty dollars to spare,” Jared quipped, then blushed bright red when Jensen’s mouth fell open. “I mean…”
Jensen cracked up, and Jared groaned and pulled away. Covered his face with his hands. “That fucking dildo,” Jensen gasped. “Oh, God. I can’t even…did you ever take a look at that thing? It comes in hot fucking pink.”
“Believe me, I know.” Jared’s own lips began to tremble. “I’ve stocked enough of them.”
Jensen’s laughter trailed off as he settled into a grin. “So, did you ever…?”
“Uh, no.” Jared laughed. “Didn’t we just establish that I was a hopelessly ignorant hetero-wannabe until you rolled into town? I didn’t do anything more to your cock than shelve it.”
“Now that sounds vaguely dirty, Stretch,” Jensen purred, and the amusement of the situation melted right into something much more interesting as Jensen’s hands came to rest on the band of Jared’s boxer-briefs.
“Jensen, I’m still not sure…” Jared hated himself for it, but the idea of taking Jensen’s cock up his ass still scared the hell out of him. It also turned him on so much he was dripping, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment with his own stupid doubts.
“Jared, I’m more than happy to have you fuck me.” Jensen’s eyes had darkened with lust and a gentle understanding that reached straight into Jared’s chest and squeezed. The pretty curve of his mouth lifted and then, he’d pushed Jared onto his back and was crawling over him. “In fact, I’m about ready to beg for it.”
Jared nearly swallowed his tongue, eyes trained on the rise of Jensen’s dick as it peeked out from his underwear. His voice went whiskey-rough, “I-I just, I know you usually…”
Jensen lowered his head and covered Jared’s mouth with his own, letting the rest of his body follow, and they both groaned into the kiss. When he pulled back, a wet, smacking sound filled the air, and Jensen bit into his lip. Rolled his hips into Jared’s and gazed down at him. “One day, yeah, I hope you’ll let me do that for you.” He kissed the corner of Jared’s mouth. “Let me show you how fucking hot it can be. But I’m serious when I say I can wait for that day. What I can’t wait for anymore is to feel you inside me.”
“Jesus,” Jared got out around the thickness in his throat, sliding his hands around to get a good grip on Jensen’s ass. “I love the way you talk.”
Jensen lowered his voice and it shivered across Jared’s skin. “Please fuck me, Stretch.”
“Yeah,” Jared agreed, clenching his fingers into Jensen’s cheeks and making them both shake. “Okay.”
Jensen brushed the hair back from Jared’s forehead and bent his head to lick across the flat of Jared’s nipple. “Check the night table, top drawer,” he said low in his throat, and sucked the now-beaded skin into his mouth. His fingers worked Jared’s underwear down his hips.
Jared groaned and slapped out a blind hand, found the lip of the drawer and nearly pulled it off its hinges when Jensen’s mouth slid further down his chest. “Oh, God.”
When Jensen’s lips closed around his cock, he fumbled the bottle of lube he’d found. He reached down with his other hand, feeling for the tight ring of swollen mouth, and nearly blew his load then and there.
He was too fucking hot, he’d waited too long…sucking Jensen off and letting the edge of his own arousal simmer for hours on end, he wasn’t gonna-
Jensen moved lower, hands spreading Jared’s thighs and pushing them up so he could get down and lick at his balls. It felt fucking amazing, but even more incredibly, it dulled the threat of his orgasm. Soothing licks that had him practically melting back into the sheets, wrist limp against the open drawer and free hand loosely fisting his spit-slick cock.
“You are so hot,” Jensen breathed against him, dragging his mouth out along the rippling tendon of Jared’s thigh. He sighed. “I wanna eat your hole until you cream all over yourself.”
“Mmm,” Jared groaned, beyond being shocked by the filthy things that came out of Jensen’s mouth. He tossed his head on the pillow, voice nothing more than a slur. “No. Can’t…m’too close already…”
“Another time,” Jensen promised, darkly thrilling as he sat up and licked his lips. He stared down at Jared and hooked his fingers into his briefs. Jared watched the agonizingly slow reveal of hard, pretty cock, and could barely remember a time when it wasn’t exactly what he wanted.
“Gimme your hand,” Jensen finally said, reaching over to grab the slick Jared had forgotten in the drawer along with a small foil package. He tossed the latter on Jared’s chest, then dripped the lube across Jared’s outstretched fingers. “Go slow,” he directed, crawling across the mattress until he was on his hands and knees beside Jared. “Three oughta do it.”
Jared sat up with an eagerness he couldn’t bring himself to be ashamed of, as Jensen dropped his head between his shoulders and rocked his hips back. He rubbed the lube between his fingers, then brought his hand to the freckled patch of skin right above the swell of Jensen’s ass. Pressed down, trailing into the tight crease as Jensen’s arms trembled.
“Want you so fucking much,” Jensen whispered, and Jared swallowed at the raw vulnerability in his tone.
“You have me,” Jared swore, coming up behind Jensen and letting his cock brush between spread legs. “Tell me what to do.”
“Stretch me open,” Jensen said through his teeth, looking over his shoulder and meeting Jared’s gaze with wide pupils. “Lemme feel your fingers first, then your pretty dick.”
Jared held his breath, tracing the clenched hole with the barest press of a fingertip. “Is this okay?” he asked, feeling stupid and lightheaded with lust as Jensen chuckled under his breath and wiggled his hips.
“Babe, I need way more of you than that. You’re not gonna hurt me.”
Jared still made sure to slick his fingers with more lube before circling Jensen’s rim, then, he grit his teeth and slowly pushed one finger inside. Heat and muscle tightened around him, and Jensen grunted a little as Jared panted out a curse.
“That’s good.” Jensen’s voice was a strangled gasp as he dropped his head down against the pillow and offered up his ass. Jared worked his finger slowly in and out, letting the tip of a second brush across Jensen’s hole every time his hips pushed into the movement. He waited until Jensen said, “Gimme another,” before letting it press inside.
“Christ, your hands are huge,” Jensen laughed a little breathlessly, but made a sound of protest when Jared moved to pull away. “No…I want it. Stretch me more, gimme just one more.”
By the time Jared had three fingers in Jensen’s ass, they were both sweating in the humid air that crept in through the open windows. Jensen’s skin had taken on a rosy glow Jared couldn’t miss, even in the dim light, and he was jacking his dick and talking to Jared in that filthy language that made Jared want to bend him over and fill him up.
Amazingly enough, that was just what he was about to do.
“I’m ready,” Jensen said a second later, jerking as Jared’s fingers found his gland. “Oh, fuck me, Jared, please.”
With lightning speed, Jared pulled his fingers free, rolled on the condom and slicked himself from root to tip. “Is this how you want it?” he asked, settling in behind Jensen with his cock poised to push past the rosy, clenching vise of Jensen’s ass.
“Yeah,” Jensen gasped, then blinked. Shook his head. “Wait. Fuck. No, I wanna be on my back. Wanna see your gorgeous face…” He started to roll over and Jared nearly got a foot to the mouth before they were settled again. He finally grabbed ahold of Jensen’s hips, ground his teeth, and lined up his dick.
Jensen opened up so pretty around him, it was almost sweet…and Jared sank into that melting-hot grip on a groan that would’ve made, well, a porn star blush. Jensen sure did, anyway, though Jared wasn’t sure if that wasn’t because he was taking Jared’s not-so-insignificant cock up his ass.
Jensen wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist and pulled him down for a kiss that was little more than a rough swipe of tongue. “God, yes,” he said into Jared’s mouth. “Nail me hard.”
Jared moved his hips, stroking in and out, rubbing his nose down Jensen’s throat and back up so he could close his mouth around Jensen’s ear. “Fuck, you feel good.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, kid,” Jensen ground out, moaning pretty when Jared thrust in hard. “Oh, baby, right there and this ride’s gonna be over real fast.”
Jared got a hand in between them and wrapped it around Jensen’s leaking prick, squeezing in time with the rock and roll of his hips, and short minutes later Jensen was arching his back. Eyes closed and bottom lip caught between his teeth as he came in Jared’s hand and around his dick.
Jared rode it out with him, biting off a harsh growl as he filled the condom and spread Jensen’s slick out across his belly. “Oh, my God.”
“Stretch, you’re a natural.” Trying to catch his breath, Jensen dropped his legs from around Jared’s middle and laughed weakly. “I think I’m obsessed with you.”
Jared flopped down onto the bed beside him and let a hand rest on his belly. “I really don’t think I mind too much.”
And as far as declarations went, it was maybe even more than enough.
Jensen strolled into the Sink six months later, freshly tanned from the California sun and sporting a pair of polarized Wayfarers against the Louisiana glare. He cocked a grin at Leighton, who walked by carrying a huge, rolled up poster and sticky tack.
“You’re back early this time,” she commented, unraveling the poster to reveal none other than Brock Kelly’s boy-pretty features front and center. “How’d it go in Los Angeles? Did Jeff get down on his knees and beg you to stay? Tell me all the juicy deets or I’ll just beat them out of you later.”
“No need for violence. I am now officially a Louisiana native, sugar, and we take things real easy around here,” Jensen said, sliding his sunglasses up over his head as he moved to check out the images splashed across glossy paper. “I think they got my good side, don’t you?”
Leighton’s smirk was quick and easy. “Honey, if it ain’t your backside, then I ain’t buying.” She turned to tack the promo shot for “The Sperminator” to the wall just over a mini-shelf of edible lubes, and Jensen chuckled.
“There might’ve been a little begging,” he admitted, thinking back on how his now ex-manager had taken the news of Jensen’s switch in career paths. “Nothing so bad that he won’t still respect himself in the morning.”
“Well, jeez, it’s not like you’re disappearing off the face of the planet, and besides he’s got Brock to spoon-feed to the horny homosexual masses now,” Leighton pointed out, stepping back to join Jensen in admiring her handy-work. When he looked over, she wiggled her brows at him. “Do you think you can get me Tom Welling’s number?”
Jensen snorted. “Unless you’ve got a magical penis-pill lying around somewhere, I don’t think you’re quite what he’s looking for.”
“I wouldn’t put it past Danneel to stock one, and damn it…it’s always the ones who aren’t total bags of rotting batshit, isn’t it?”
“Things going that well with Sebastian?” Jensen joked, then licked his lips. Enough small talk. “Anyway, have you seen…”
He trailed off, catching sight of a familiar mop of dark brown hair coming around the bookshelves even as he heard Jared’s voice rising up through the air. A slow grin curled his lips, and he slipped his hands in his pockets. Rocked back on his heels.
“No, Mrs. Tucker, I’m not really sure where Danneel moved the dildo harnesses,” Jared was explaining patiently, still not quite able to disguise the absolute horror on his face when confronted with his favorite customer’s oddball requests. “Let me just go and find her for you, okay?”
“Try over next to the pocket pussies,” Jensen called out, breaking into a full-on grin when Jared went still, then turned toward him with surprise coloring his features. Jensen shrugged. “Danneel’s pretty predictable, what can I say?”
Before Jared could do much more than smile, Jensen was across the room and dragging him down by the collar. “Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, hearing Mrs. Tucker’s delighted chortle as he tasted Jared’s mouth.
Jared’s arms wrapped around him immediately, and Jensen treated him to a nip on his bottom lip…something he’d figured out pretty quickly drove Jared right about to the brink. He felt an answering slap on the ass for his trouble, and pulled back laughing.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Jared said, holding Jensen’s face between his hands and rubbing his thumbs over his mouth. “I wasn’t expecting you for like, another two weeks. At least.”
“What can I say? The studio wanted me out here as soon as possible.”
Jared released a breath he didn’t seem to have realized he’d been holding. “So, they agreed to sponsor your film? Even though you broke the “Sperminator” contract?”
Jensen kept his face as straight as possible. “Now, Stretch, you know that Tom Welling stepped in and did just fine. More than. And anyway, jacking off on Brock Kelly’s face seemed to be just the right tactic to make up for any breaches of contract.” Jared growled low in his throat, and Jensen smirked. “Easy now, tiger. You remember what I told you about those squeeze balls?”
Jared blinked, several seconds passed by, and then he erupted in a loud laugh. “You glued on Brock’s face?”
Jensen flashed his teeth. “And he loved every minute of it.”
“Sorry, but I can never take either one of you seriously ever again,” Jared said, shaking his head in mock-mourning. “Mark this day down-”
“Mark what day down?” Danneel asked, walking up and forcing her way in between them. “Boys, don’t we have work to do? These penis pumps aren’t going to sell themselves.” She glanced meaningfully toward a customer wandering around the masturbation section of the store, a lost look on his face.
“I’m on a break,” Jared said quickly.
Jensen shrugged. “I don’t even work here.”
“Did I ask if you did?” Danneel shoved them both along and added sweetly, “Welcome home, Jensen.”
Yeah, Jensen thought, exchanging a grin with Jared as their hands tangled together where Danneel couldn’t see. I can deal with that.
- the end is the beginning is the end… -
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