FIC | RPS < J2 < It's Unlikely < NC17
Title: It's Unlikely
Fandom: Real Person Fic - Actors
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jensen hasn't been with another man in ages, and one night after work, his best friend decides to help get him laid. Of course, Jensen Ackles can't have a simple one night stand, and things turn out just a bit more complicated.
Note: This was written for the j2_spn_100days challenge, and I daresay it's not the best thing I've ever written.
Note2: Thanks to the lovely, christinadeathx, who allowed me to adopt one of her adorable plot bunnies. I morphed it into this, and hope she isn't disappointed.
Warnings: AU, slash, sexual content, bottom!Jared, bareback!sex, and cheap humor.
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul -- you know the drill.
Dedications: christinadeathx and samesituation, respectively.
Words: 4,835
IT'S UNLIKELY
"Come on."
Jensen took a few big steps to catch up with his friend and co-worker, Christian. "Where are we going?" he asked as they passed empty cubicles.
"Out -- you need a break from this," the other man said. "A drink might do you good." He gave a little laugh, "And what else are you gonna do on a Friday night?"
"Brief myself on how I'm going to train the new guy," Jensen answered, matter-of-factly.
Christian quirked a brow, staring blankly at him for a moment. "Really Jen? Really?"
"It's a big responsibility, Chris," Jensen replied, switching his briefcase to his other hand. "One I'm taking just a bit seriously."
They both left the office in silence, and as they neared the elevators, Christian decided to keep at it.
"Here's a thought," he said. "How about you wait until tomorrow for this briefing thing? Better yet, do it...I don't know, on Sunday, considering the new guy doesn't start until Monday."
Jensen didn't say anything, leaning forward to press the button to call the elevator. Christian watched him quietly for a second, then sighed.
"You know, Jensen," he said, "I could get personally offended by this -- what? You don't want to hang out with me?"
Jensen rolled his eyes, "You know that's not it."
"Then come on," Christian said, as the gleaming, mirrored doors of the elevator slid open for them. He gestured for Jensen to go ahead of him, and then followed. "What's the big deal?"
Jensen pushed the button to take them to the main lobby, and he side-glanced his friend. Christian was staring at him, both of his eyebrows raised in a questioning way, and Jensen felt a little bad -- he was always putting off things like this.
"Fine," he said dryly, looking away. "Let's go out, have a drink -- whatever."
Christian grinned, very satisfied with himself. "I'm good at this game, you know," he said. "I almost always win."
"Shut up before I change my mind."
Jensen Ackles didn't know why he never wanted to go out. It wasn't that he didn't like to drink, and it definitely wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with his closest friend. He supposed it was the whole...meeting people thing. He hadn't been in a relationship in over four years, and you can forget meeting new flings or anything. Christian said it was shyness, and the only reason Jensen didn't argue was because he couldn't think of any other explanation.
"What is this place?" he asked as he and Christian entered the atmospheric bar. "I've never heard of it."
"It's the most open-minded place in town," Christian shrugged casually. His suit jacket was draped over one of his arms, the white shirt he'd been wearing beneath it unbuttoned at the collar and rolled up at the sleeves; he was already looking cool and casual. Jensen was jealous.
"Open-minded?" he echoed, opting to keep his jacket on.
Christian tossed him a little grin. "Hey, I'm a good friend," he said. "I take your preferences into account."
Preferences? Just as Jensen was figuring it out, he took a look around and noted the couples mingling around the bar. Men and women, women and women, and more importantly in Jensen's mind, men and men.
"Christian," he almost groaned as they reached two empty bar stools. "What are you trying to do?"
"Enjoy the end of my long week," was the other man's answer. "And help you enjoy yours."
"By hooking me up?" Jensen asked.
"Look, we're talking one night stand, maybe weekend," Christian said. "Not like I'm saying anything about a domestic partnership."
"I don't want any kind of stand," Jensen said quietly.
"When was the last time someone else got you off?" Christian demanded, skeptically.
Jensen flushed, unable to answer.
"Exactly."
Jensen hadn't been planning on having anything other than one beer, maybe one and a half, but Christian had been quick to order him something that was just a bit stronger. As Jensen nursed the drink, Christian was doing most of the conversing himself. Jensen pretended to be paying attention, but he'd already heard this story about three other times.
"That guy across the bar is making eyes at you," Christian interrupted himself.
Jensen closed his eyes. He never thought he'd be wishing to hear Christian continue the story of how he broke up with his last girlfriend.
"Did you hear me?" Christian asked when Jensen didn't respond.
"Unfortunately," Jensen said.
"Oh come on," even though Jensen wasn't looking at him, he was pretty sure Christian had just rolled his eyes. "At least look at him -- he's kinda cute...if I was...you know. Gay or something."
Jensen had to smirk at this, and against his better judgement, he raised his gaze and looked down the bar. "Which one is it?" he asked.
"The only one by himself."
"None of them are by..." Jensen trailed off. There was a younger guy at the other corner of the bar, sitting all by his lonesome and currently sipping something out of a shot glass. And he was cute. Chestnut-colored hair that curled slightly around his ears, high cheekbones and a prominent jaw.
"My taste ain't half bad for a straight guy, huh?" Christian's voice cut into Jensen's momentary lapse from reality.
Jensen tried to pretend he was unaffected, and he threw a look back at Christian. "Straight?" he asked playfully. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Christian looked just a bit offended. "You wish I was gay," he said. "I know you're in love with me." He looked away to order himself another drink, and it seemed like he'd forgotten the cutie across the bar.
But Jensen didn't.
He turned his head again, casually sparing a glance in that direction. The stranger had been looking at him, and when their eyes met, he'd smiled -- it was a big smile, bright and dimpled -- and looked down. Jensen was no genius, and he definitely wasn't an expert, but he was getting the feeling that he was being flirted with.
"Well?"
"Well what?" Jensen took a big swig of his drink.
"Go talk to him, already," Christian rolled his eyes. "Who do you think you're fooling?"
"I already told you," Jensen said, "I'm not looking to meet anyone."
"You're a dumbass."
Jensen was taken aback for a second -- not because Christian had called him that name, but it'd just come out so simple and matter-of-fact. Jensen couldn't help but laugh, and after a second Christian joined in.
"I thought you were supposed to be encouraging me to go talk to him," Jensen said. "Trying to convince me to buy him a drink or something."
"Nope," Christian said. "I'm just gonna tell you how stupid you are until you get mad at me and decide to leave me here alone. You'll be so irritated with me that you're inhibitions will be lowered, and thanks to the drink I ordered for you, your shyness won't be a problem. On your way out the bar -- as you will storm away from me like an angry lover -- you'll stop by that guy's stool and ask him his name. Things'll blossom."
Jensen raised his eyebrows, studying Christian for a long moment. "You amaze me," he said. "With an imagination like that, why are you working a shit job in a tiny cubicle, managing the sales of stationary supplies?"
Christian shrugged. "I like living paycheck to paycheck," he joked. "Working in a cubicle keeps me grounded."
Jensen laughed again, finishing his drink in one motion, and he glanced at the stranger once more -- who'd been looking at him again.
"What do I say to him?" Jensen asked, looking away.
"I forgot how socially retarded you are," Christian said. "It's so cute."
Jensen rolled his eyes, but said nothing, just waiting. Finally, Christian continued.
"Tell him anything you want," he said. "That's what's so cool about one night stands -- make him believe you're a CIA agent or something. Hell, you don't even have to give him your real name."
"Yeah?" Jensen asked.
"If my last stand saw me right now," Christian said, "She would try talking to Mr. Fox Ryman, the founder of a very important and popular charity event."
"Fox?" Jensen asked. "You said your name was Fox?"
"I like it," Christian shrugged, smirking sheepishly. "And besides, you can't go for something stupid like John Smith. You have to be original."
That was the last thing Christian said to Jensen before Jensen was making his way down the bar. He wiped his sweaty palms on the thighs of his pants, and he tried to breathe casually -- could you blame him for being nervous? Four years. Not one, not two, but four.
There were now two empty stools by the stranger -- one on either side of him. That gave Jensen an opening, he supposed. As he non-chalantly slid into the one to the man's left, he took him in. He was tall, at least a few inches taller than Jensen, and he was wearing a long-sleeved navy blue tee over worn jeans. He couldn't have been that much younger than Jensen.
"Hey," Jensen sounded surprisingly cool as he spoke.
The man gave him a little smile, his blue-green eyes dancing slightly in amusement. "Hey," he returned.
Now awkward, Jensen opened his mouth and closed it again, lowering his gaze. The stranger's grin widened, and he cocked his head to the side.
"If it helps any," he said, "I'm drinking Heineken."
Jensen smirked, knowing he was probably blushing. "I'm no good at this, am I?" he asked.
"Practice makes perfect," the man said.
Giving an embarrassed little laugh, Jensen signaled for the bartender. When they each had their new drinks, Jensen side-glanced the stranger, trying to think about what came next.
"I'm Jared," the man said, and Jensen wanted to slap himself -- of course names came next. "Jared Padalecki."
Jensen extended a hand. "Jensen," he said, and then he might as well have put his foot in his mouth, "Smith." He paused, now wanting to run away in shame, but he nodded. "Jensen Smith."
The stranger, Jared, shook his hand, and though his eyebrows were raised, he didn't comment on the name. "What do you do, Jensen?" he asked, much better at this whole conversation thing.
"I work...at a law firm," Jensen said slowly, not good at thinking on his feet.
"Really?" Jared asked, "Which one?"
"Wolfram and Hart," Jensen was really wishing he had Christian's imagination right about now. Now only one of Jared's eyebrows arched, and Jensen quickly rushed ahead. "But I hate talking about myself; what do you do?"
Just a brief pause in which Jared looked like he was starting to get suspicious. "I'm a journalist," he answered. "I work for an entertainment magazine."
"Oh," Jensen said. "Sure you make good money in a position like that...?"
"Nowhere near as much as you, probably," Jared said.
Jensen chuckled, but really he was thinking about how ironic it was that Jared actually made more money than he. "Sounds like a fun occupation, though," he said, somewhat awkwardly.
"Are we gonna keep beating around the bush or what?" Jared asked, giving a little laugh as he flashed his dimples. "Obviously, neither one of us is good with small talk."
Jensen grinned. "I didn't want to be rude," he said.
"Making a pass so early wouldn't be rude," Jared insisted, still smiling. His next question was so forward and so blunt that it almost made Jensen choke on his own tongue. "But now that we're past all that -- my place or yours?"
The bed groaned in protest as Jensen was thrown onto his back on it, and before he could even get himself comfortable, Jared was over him, kissing him deeply. They'd decided on coming to Jensen's place, and he was glad he'd cleaned up a little bit the night before -- nothing like having your dirty magazines and other unmentionables lying around.
Jared made a noise in his throat, nipping at Jensen's bottom lip as his fingers worked the buttons of Jensen's shirt -- his jacket had already been torn off and tossed over the back of the couch when they'd entered, and God knew what'd happened to his tie. Jensen almost didn't know what to do -- he wasn't used to this, or maybe it was just the fact that it'd been so long. His arms lay limply at his sides as Jared's mouth moved roughly against his, and as Jared pulled open his shirt, Jensen even gave a little shudder.
The taller man gave a little laugh as he pulled away just a bit, and his eyes were flashing as he looked down into Jensen's. "I'm getting the feeling you're not used to someone else taking control," he said, no malice in his voice.
"Sorry --" Jensen started to apologize.
Jared silenced him, mashing their lips together again, and he broke apart after a moment or two. "Never say sorry in bed," he said huskily, his fingers now making work of the zipper of Jensen's pants, "It's such a turn-off."
Jensen could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and as he sat up some to let Jared pull his shirt off completely, he couldn't believe this was happening. He was no longer embarrassed by the idiot he'd made himself out to be earlier that night, and he'd have to thank Christian for this later.
His breath caught in his throat as Jared started to palm his cock through the thin material of his pants, wasting no time. Jared, giving him another little grin, leaned forward and started to kiss at Jensen's shoulders and neck. It definitely didn't take much for Jensen to grow hard, and soon his erection was stiff and throbbing against Jared's hand.
When Jared started to pull his pants off of him, he was more than willing. He lifted his hips some, and Jared all but tore them from his body, making his gleaming dick bounce slightly as it was freed. Jared then grabbed at his own shirt, before pulling it from his body in one swift motion -- he was built like a tank. Jensen didn't have much time to admire him though, before Jared was on top of him again, kissing and biting at Jensen's jaw and lips, as his hand now moved over Jensen's bared cock.
It all happened so fast, yet some parts seemed to go by in a blur. One minute, Jared's hands are working magic on Jensen's body, and the next he's asking if Jensen has any lube. Of course, despite the fact that Jensen hadn't ever been planning on meeting someone, the gods were on his side, and he did have some leftover lubricant in the drawer of his nightstand. Jared got it out in a flash, while Jensen vaguely wondered if lube could go bad.
Jensen couldn't help but close his eyes in pleasure when Jared started to spread a layer of the clear liquid onto his dick. Then Jared teased his balls just slightly with his fingers, making Jensen utter a short noise.
"Been a while, big guy?" Jared playfully asked, smoothing a thumb over the head of Jensen's cock.
"Too long," Jensen groaned.
Next, Jared was climbing over top of Jensen, straddling him and lining his ass up with Jensen's dick. Keeping one hand on Jensen's chest for balance, Jared's other hand held onto Jensen's shaft, and as he lowered himself slowly, he guided Jensen into him. Jensen bit the inside of his cheek as Jared's tight ass enveloped him, and he put his hands on Jared's thighs.
"Oh yeah," Jared whispered in a thick tone, a mask of both pain and pleasure contorting his face.
Things hadn't been slow for them all night, and it surely wasn't going to start there. Jared quickly started to move his hips in a variety of ways -- bouncing, grinding, swaying and twisting. Stuff Jensen had only ever seen in internet porn, definitely nothing that'd ever been done to him. Within moments, Jared had him arching and groaning his name, begging in incoherent sentences, and clawing at Jared's body, trying to pull him closer.
Jared's moves faltered for just a moment or two, and a low moan escaped his lips as he started to rock his hips this time. While one of his hands moved up and down Jensen's chest, fingers tweaking at his nipples, his other hand was on his own cock, and Jensen didn't know why it was turning him on so much to watch Jared jerk himself off.
Jensen didn't remember who came first -- for all he knew they came at the exact same time. One minute, there's a fire inside of him that's growing and expanding, and the next he's panting, and trying to regain himself, while Jared collapses beside him, just as spent. Jared's come had landed all over Jensen's stomach and lower chest, but Jensen couldn't have bothered to care about that at the moment -- just as Jared seemed to ignore the fact that Jensen's come was currently oozing down his thighs.
It was the best sex Jensen had ever had, if he could be so honest.
And when he woke at four in the morning to go to the bathroom, Jared was already gone.
"You told him you worked at Wolfram and Hart?"
"Well, you said it," Jensen answered, "I am a dumbass."
Christian chuckled as the elevator started moving, and he shook his head some. "Wasn't that the law firm in that show Angel?" he asked, and Jensen nodded. "That Lindsey McDonald guy was so gay for Angel."
"So gay," Jensen agreed when they stepped off the elevator.
"He was good-looking though," Christian said thoughtfully.
Jensen grinned. "And you're the straight one," he said. "But anyway, I don't even know if that's the worst part -- I told him my name was Jensen Smith."
Christian howled with laughter, doubling over slightly, and making their co-workers peer up over their cubicles in curiosity. When Jensen and he split to go their separate ways, he was still chuckling as Jensen flushed. When Jensen reached his own cubicle, he was surprised to see his boss waiting for him -- he quickly wiped the grin off of his face.
"Mr. Morgan," he said. "Good morning."
Jeffrey Dean Morgan was a good guy, a smart man and a fun person to be around -- but he was still Jensen's boss. Jensen felt it was only polite if he acted professional around him all the time.
"Jensen," Jeff said with a smile. "The new guy is in my office -- if it's not too early for you, I'd like you to come in and meet him."
"Of course," Jensen said, then held up his briefcase, "Just let me get this under my desk."
As he walked with Jeff to the older man's office, Jensen tried to remember the new guy's name -- he hadn't exactly done as he'd planned, and he'd forgotten to brief himself on what he was going to be teaching the new employee. He'd been too busy thinking about the mind-blowing sex he'd had on Friday night.
"Jensen," Jeff said as he ushered him into his large office, "I want you to meet Jared Padalecki..."
The rest of Jeff's sentence faded as Jensen's gaze fell on the tall man sitting in front of Jeff's desk. There was no way, no way in Hell, that this was really happening. Surely Jensen was dreaming. He could see the same surprise mirrored on Jared's face, and as Jared stood up slowly, Jensen fought the urge to bolt from the office.
"Oh shit," he said before he could stop himself.
"Excuse me?" Jeff's brow furrowed.
Jensen quickly shook his head, and thought fast. "Oh, I left my...coffee pot on, I think," he said dumbly, "I'll have to call my neighbor to ask her to turn it off for me."
Both Jeff and Jared gave Jensen confused looks, and Jensen wanted to kick himself. Jeff raised his eyebrows, then shook his head just slightly.
"As I was saying," he said, "Jared'll be taking Tom's place, now that Tom is no longer with this department. I'm gonna need you, as I think you're one of my more skilled workers, to show him the ropes. Think you can manage?"
I think Christian should do it, Jensen wanted to say. Instead, all he could do was nod his head slowly.
Awkward didn't even begin to describe things, not at all. Neither Jensen nor Jared spoke about what'd already went down between them -- they acted like they'd never met, even with each other. Of course, this didn't stop Jensen from allowing his gaze to linger for too long, and he couldn't help but notice Jared watching him out of the corner of his eye throughout the day's events.
Jensen kept his words short, and most of Jared's answers consisted of head nods or head shakes. By the time the lunch break came around, they all but ran away from each other, high-tailing it. Jensen was hiding out in his cubicle, staring blankly at his computer screen, and that's when Christian found him.
"What are you doing?" Christian asked.
"You see the new guy?" Jensen asked.
"No," Christian answered slowly. "Not yet -- why? You think he's hot?"
Jensen glanced at him, and with a sigh, he said, "It's him. Jared."
"The journalist?" Christian asked.
"Well he's obviously not a journalist," Jensen said. "He must've lied to me."
"Like you?"
"Shut up," Jensen said. "This is all your fault; I should've just ignored him and gone home alone."
Christian smirked, crossing his arms and leaning against the opening of the cubicle. "Yeah right," he said. "Because of me, you're gonna remember last Friday for the rest of your life -- I did you a favor."
"I'm supposed to be training him, Chris," Jensen said. "How can I train him when I can't even stand to be in the same room as him?"
"Why can't you stand to be in the same room as him?" Christian asked.
"It's awkward," Jensen replied. "I don't know, embarrassing. Even more so because I lied about myself."
"Well he lied about himself too, right?" Christian said. "Just soldier through it and be a man...damn."
"Oh yeah?" Jensen asked. "Well what if your last one night stand came to your work -- what if she found the great Fox Ryden --"
"Ryman," Christian corrected.
"-- was working a lame-brained job like this?" Jensen finished, ignoring Christian. "I bet you wouldn't be too happy about that."
Christian shrugged. "I'd just tell her that it was my day job," he said. "Something I do to pass the time and keep me busy. Just pretend you really are," he chuckled, "Jensen Smith. You do work at a law firm, but this is your second job to make more money."
"Yeah that sounds believable," Jensen said.
Christian shrugged his shoulders. "You might be in a pickle, Jensen," he said, "But the only way out of it, is to make a way. Worse comes to worse, you can always plot to get him fired."
And with a little grin, Christian turned and stalked away. Jensen got up out of his chair and swung out of the cubicle to call after him.
"Yeah, 'cause that's the right thing to do!" He cringed as he caught the attention of other co-workers, and gave them a little wave before he slipped back into his cubicle. He sighed, reaching up to rub at his eyes. "This is just great," he murmured.
Close to an hour later, Jensen was leading Jared down the hall towards the copy room. He was still trying to pretend he didn't know Jared, and he was attempting to talk to him as if they'd never met before.
"So what we have to do now," he said as they entered the empty room, full of whirring and beeping machines, "Is fax this to the New York branch; since that's where the main office is."
He glanced at Jared, but realized that was a mistake -- god he looked good with a tie on. Jensen quickly shook his head, and then he thrust the paperwork at Jared.
"I'm sure you can work a fax machine, right?" he asked, his words coming out quickly. "I'll just wait outside."
He turned and started to leave the room, but Jared said his name and it made him stop. He kept his back to Jared however, trying to get over the way his heart was racing.
"This doesn't have to be so weird," Jared said.
Jensen turned slowly, keeping his gaze on Jared's neck, rather than his face. "Are you kidding?" he asked.
Jared licked his lips, then looked at the closed door, as if willing someone to walk through. "Look," he said. "We had a fling, it didn't mean anything, right? Let's just forget about it and try to be co-workers."
"You told me you were a journalist," Jensen blurted out.
Jared's eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his bangs. "And you're upset about that?" he asked. "Mr. Jensen Smith, attorney at law for a fictional firm. Which demonic individual are you representing now?"
Jensen felt his face heat up, and he lowered his gaze again. Jared fell silent, and Jensen could feel him staring at him for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Jared sighed, taking a step or two towards him.
"We were two horny dudes looking for fun," Jared said. "Now we're two dudes who have to work together -- we can be professional about this, can't we?"
Jensen sighed. "I guess you're right," he said. "Aren't you embarrassed though?"
"I acted like an animal on Friday night," Jared said, and then gave a laugh. "I'm very embarrassed."
"I enjoyed myself if that means anything," Jensen said lightly.
Jared now threw his head back and laughed, and all at once, Jensen started to feel better. He supposed things could get better between them -- even without Jensen plotting to have him fired. He couldn't believe he'd overreacted like he had.
"So this room," Jared suddenly said, looking down and grinning. "Is it...high traffic?"
"Well not really," Jensen said, shrugging his shoulders, "I'm really the only one who ever feels like faxing anything, and we rarely need to make copies of anything --" he paused, realizing at what Jared was getting at. Jared's grin suddenly looked very devious. "Ohh...oh, no...not too high traffic...really."
Next thing Jensen knew, Jared had him against one of the copy machines, the corner of it digging into Jensen's lower back. Jared kissed just as good as Jensen had remembered, and he pressed his knee against Jensen's crotch, moving it slightly making Jensen groan slightly.
"This is professional?" Jensen asked, practically speaking into Jared's moving mouth.
"Yeah," Jared answered. "We're gonna fuck in a professional workplace."
Jensen didn't know what did it, Jared saying 'fuck' or the idea of doing it at work. For some reason, it was just so exciting. Jensen never thought he'd be so hyped up over the thought that anyone could come in at any time and catch them in the act. He was breaking serious workplace rules too, and that definitely gave him a boost of adrenaline.
Of course...when someone did walk in on them, it wasn't quite as fun as Jensen would've come to believe.
The door opened, and Christian entered the room, saying Jensen's name just before he'd started to take a drink of the coffee he was carrying. Catching sight of Jared and Jensen -- Jensen, whose shirt was undone and being pulled open by Jared -- Christian's eyes widened, and he practically spit coffee everywhere, starting to choke and holding onto the door for support.
"Oh God, sorry about that," he said, looking away as if the sight was too much to handle. "Uh, Jen -- you know where the bleach is? I have to wash my eyeballs."
Jensen tried to stutter out an embarrassed answer, attempting to close his shirt -- Jared was still holding it open though, and Jared was a strong son of a bitch; he didn't seem to mind at all that Christian had walked in on them. He was just watching Christian as if he were waiting for him to leave.
"I'll just tell Jeff you're busy with the new guy," was the last thing Christian said before disappearing from the room, shutting the door loudly behind him.
Jensen looked back to Jared who grinned at him. Before he could help himself, Jensen laughed. Still smiling, Jared leaned in and started kissing at Jensen's neck, his hands moving down Jensen's chest, palms caressing the skin.
"Want me to stop?" Jared asked, teasingly, as if he knew the answer.
"No," Jensen admitted.
This was certainly one way to get out of his pickle. And Jensen wasn't complaining at all.
END.
[x] I wasn't as pleased with this as I would've liked, and I certainly hope my silly Angel-related jokes weren't that bad. :P
Fandom: Real Person Fic - Actors
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jensen hasn't been with another man in ages, and one night after work, his best friend decides to help get him laid. Of course, Jensen Ackles can't have a simple one night stand, and things turn out just a bit more complicated.
Note: This was written for the j2_spn_100days challenge, and I daresay it's not the best thing I've ever written.
Note2: Thanks to the lovely, christinadeathx, who allowed me to adopt one of her adorable plot bunnies. I morphed it into this, and hope she isn't disappointed.
Warnings: AU, slash, sexual content, bottom!Jared, bareback!sex, and cheap humor.
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul -- you know the drill.
Dedications: christinadeathx and samesituation, respectively.
Words: 4,835
IT'S UNLIKELY
"Come on."
Jensen took a few big steps to catch up with his friend and co-worker, Christian. "Where are we going?" he asked as they passed empty cubicles.
"Out -- you need a break from this," the other man said. "A drink might do you good." He gave a little laugh, "And what else are you gonna do on a Friday night?"
"Brief myself on how I'm going to train the new guy," Jensen answered, matter-of-factly.
Christian quirked a brow, staring blankly at him for a moment. "Really Jen? Really?"
"It's a big responsibility, Chris," Jensen replied, switching his briefcase to his other hand. "One I'm taking just a bit seriously."
They both left the office in silence, and as they neared the elevators, Christian decided to keep at it.
"Here's a thought," he said. "How about you wait until tomorrow for this briefing thing? Better yet, do it...I don't know, on Sunday, considering the new guy doesn't start until Monday."
Jensen didn't say anything, leaning forward to press the button to call the elevator. Christian watched him quietly for a second, then sighed.
"You know, Jensen," he said, "I could get personally offended by this -- what? You don't want to hang out with me?"
Jensen rolled his eyes, "You know that's not it."
"Then come on," Christian said, as the gleaming, mirrored doors of the elevator slid open for them. He gestured for Jensen to go ahead of him, and then followed. "What's the big deal?"
Jensen pushed the button to take them to the main lobby, and he side-glanced his friend. Christian was staring at him, both of his eyebrows raised in a questioning way, and Jensen felt a little bad -- he was always putting off things like this.
"Fine," he said dryly, looking away. "Let's go out, have a drink -- whatever."
Christian grinned, very satisfied with himself. "I'm good at this game, you know," he said. "I almost always win."
"Shut up before I change my mind."
Jensen Ackles didn't know why he never wanted to go out. It wasn't that he didn't like to drink, and it definitely wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with his closest friend. He supposed it was the whole...meeting people thing. He hadn't been in a relationship in over four years, and you can forget meeting new flings or anything. Christian said it was shyness, and the only reason Jensen didn't argue was because he couldn't think of any other explanation.
"What is this place?" he asked as he and Christian entered the atmospheric bar. "I've never heard of it."
"It's the most open-minded place in town," Christian shrugged casually. His suit jacket was draped over one of his arms, the white shirt he'd been wearing beneath it unbuttoned at the collar and rolled up at the sleeves; he was already looking cool and casual. Jensen was jealous.
"Open-minded?" he echoed, opting to keep his jacket on.
Christian tossed him a little grin. "Hey, I'm a good friend," he said. "I take your preferences into account."
Preferences? Just as Jensen was figuring it out, he took a look around and noted the couples mingling around the bar. Men and women, women and women, and more importantly in Jensen's mind, men and men.
"Christian," he almost groaned as they reached two empty bar stools. "What are you trying to do?"
"Enjoy the end of my long week," was the other man's answer. "And help you enjoy yours."
"By hooking me up?" Jensen asked.
"Look, we're talking one night stand, maybe weekend," Christian said. "Not like I'm saying anything about a domestic partnership."
"I don't want any kind of stand," Jensen said quietly.
"When was the last time someone else got you off?" Christian demanded, skeptically.
Jensen flushed, unable to answer.
"Exactly."
Jensen hadn't been planning on having anything other than one beer, maybe one and a half, but Christian had been quick to order him something that was just a bit stronger. As Jensen nursed the drink, Christian was doing most of the conversing himself. Jensen pretended to be paying attention, but he'd already heard this story about three other times.
"That guy across the bar is making eyes at you," Christian interrupted himself.
Jensen closed his eyes. He never thought he'd be wishing to hear Christian continue the story of how he broke up with his last girlfriend.
"Did you hear me?" Christian asked when Jensen didn't respond.
"Unfortunately," Jensen said.
"Oh come on," even though Jensen wasn't looking at him, he was pretty sure Christian had just rolled his eyes. "At least look at him -- he's kinda cute...if I was...you know. Gay or something."
Jensen had to smirk at this, and against his better judgement, he raised his gaze and looked down the bar. "Which one is it?" he asked.
"The only one by himself."
"None of them are by..." Jensen trailed off. There was a younger guy at the other corner of the bar, sitting all by his lonesome and currently sipping something out of a shot glass. And he was cute. Chestnut-colored hair that curled slightly around his ears, high cheekbones and a prominent jaw.
"My taste ain't half bad for a straight guy, huh?" Christian's voice cut into Jensen's momentary lapse from reality.
Jensen tried to pretend he was unaffected, and he threw a look back at Christian. "Straight?" he asked playfully. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Christian looked just a bit offended. "You wish I was gay," he said. "I know you're in love with me." He looked away to order himself another drink, and it seemed like he'd forgotten the cutie across the bar.
But Jensen didn't.
He turned his head again, casually sparing a glance in that direction. The stranger had been looking at him, and when their eyes met, he'd smiled -- it was a big smile, bright and dimpled -- and looked down. Jensen was no genius, and he definitely wasn't an expert, but he was getting the feeling that he was being flirted with.
"Well?"
"Well what?" Jensen took a big swig of his drink.
"Go talk to him, already," Christian rolled his eyes. "Who do you think you're fooling?"
"I already told you," Jensen said, "I'm not looking to meet anyone."
"You're a dumbass."
Jensen was taken aback for a second -- not because Christian had called him that name, but it'd just come out so simple and matter-of-fact. Jensen couldn't help but laugh, and after a second Christian joined in.
"I thought you were supposed to be encouraging me to go talk to him," Jensen said. "Trying to convince me to buy him a drink or something."
"Nope," Christian said. "I'm just gonna tell you how stupid you are until you get mad at me and decide to leave me here alone. You'll be so irritated with me that you're inhibitions will be lowered, and thanks to the drink I ordered for you, your shyness won't be a problem. On your way out the bar -- as you will storm away from me like an angry lover -- you'll stop by that guy's stool and ask him his name. Things'll blossom."
Jensen raised his eyebrows, studying Christian for a long moment. "You amaze me," he said. "With an imagination like that, why are you working a shit job in a tiny cubicle, managing the sales of stationary supplies?"
Christian shrugged. "I like living paycheck to paycheck," he joked. "Working in a cubicle keeps me grounded."
Jensen laughed again, finishing his drink in one motion, and he glanced at the stranger once more -- who'd been looking at him again.
"What do I say to him?" Jensen asked, looking away.
"I forgot how socially retarded you are," Christian said. "It's so cute."
Jensen rolled his eyes, but said nothing, just waiting. Finally, Christian continued.
"Tell him anything you want," he said. "That's what's so cool about one night stands -- make him believe you're a CIA agent or something. Hell, you don't even have to give him your real name."
"Yeah?" Jensen asked.
"If my last stand saw me right now," Christian said, "She would try talking to Mr. Fox Ryman, the founder of a very important and popular charity event."
"Fox?" Jensen asked. "You said your name was Fox?"
"I like it," Christian shrugged, smirking sheepishly. "And besides, you can't go for something stupid like John Smith. You have to be original."
That was the last thing Christian said to Jensen before Jensen was making his way down the bar. He wiped his sweaty palms on the thighs of his pants, and he tried to breathe casually -- could you blame him for being nervous? Four years. Not one, not two, but four.
There were now two empty stools by the stranger -- one on either side of him. That gave Jensen an opening, he supposed. As he non-chalantly slid into the one to the man's left, he took him in. He was tall, at least a few inches taller than Jensen, and he was wearing a long-sleeved navy blue tee over worn jeans. He couldn't have been that much younger than Jensen.
"Hey," Jensen sounded surprisingly cool as he spoke.
The man gave him a little smile, his blue-green eyes dancing slightly in amusement. "Hey," he returned.
Now awkward, Jensen opened his mouth and closed it again, lowering his gaze. The stranger's grin widened, and he cocked his head to the side.
"If it helps any," he said, "I'm drinking Heineken."
Jensen smirked, knowing he was probably blushing. "I'm no good at this, am I?" he asked.
"Practice makes perfect," the man said.
Giving an embarrassed little laugh, Jensen signaled for the bartender. When they each had their new drinks, Jensen side-glanced the stranger, trying to think about what came next.
"I'm Jared," the man said, and Jensen wanted to slap himself -- of course names came next. "Jared Padalecki."
Jensen extended a hand. "Jensen," he said, and then he might as well have put his foot in his mouth, "Smith." He paused, now wanting to run away in shame, but he nodded. "Jensen Smith."
The stranger, Jared, shook his hand, and though his eyebrows were raised, he didn't comment on the name. "What do you do, Jensen?" he asked, much better at this whole conversation thing.
"I work...at a law firm," Jensen said slowly, not good at thinking on his feet.
"Really?" Jared asked, "Which one?"
"Wolfram and Hart," Jensen was really wishing he had Christian's imagination right about now. Now only one of Jared's eyebrows arched, and Jensen quickly rushed ahead. "But I hate talking about myself; what do you do?"
Just a brief pause in which Jared looked like he was starting to get suspicious. "I'm a journalist," he answered. "I work for an entertainment magazine."
"Oh," Jensen said. "Sure you make good money in a position like that...?"
"Nowhere near as much as you, probably," Jared said.
Jensen chuckled, but really he was thinking about how ironic it was that Jared actually made more money than he. "Sounds like a fun occupation, though," he said, somewhat awkwardly.
"Are we gonna keep beating around the bush or what?" Jared asked, giving a little laugh as he flashed his dimples. "Obviously, neither one of us is good with small talk."
Jensen grinned. "I didn't want to be rude," he said.
"Making a pass so early wouldn't be rude," Jared insisted, still smiling. His next question was so forward and so blunt that it almost made Jensen choke on his own tongue. "But now that we're past all that -- my place or yours?"
The bed groaned in protest as Jensen was thrown onto his back on it, and before he could even get himself comfortable, Jared was over him, kissing him deeply. They'd decided on coming to Jensen's place, and he was glad he'd cleaned up a little bit the night before -- nothing like having your dirty magazines and other unmentionables lying around.
Jared made a noise in his throat, nipping at Jensen's bottom lip as his fingers worked the buttons of Jensen's shirt -- his jacket had already been torn off and tossed over the back of the couch when they'd entered, and God knew what'd happened to his tie. Jensen almost didn't know what to do -- he wasn't used to this, or maybe it was just the fact that it'd been so long. His arms lay limply at his sides as Jared's mouth moved roughly against his, and as Jared pulled open his shirt, Jensen even gave a little shudder.
The taller man gave a little laugh as he pulled away just a bit, and his eyes were flashing as he looked down into Jensen's. "I'm getting the feeling you're not used to someone else taking control," he said, no malice in his voice.
"Sorry --" Jensen started to apologize.
Jared silenced him, mashing their lips together again, and he broke apart after a moment or two. "Never say sorry in bed," he said huskily, his fingers now making work of the zipper of Jensen's pants, "It's such a turn-off."
Jensen could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and as he sat up some to let Jared pull his shirt off completely, he couldn't believe this was happening. He was no longer embarrassed by the idiot he'd made himself out to be earlier that night, and he'd have to thank Christian for this later.
His breath caught in his throat as Jared started to palm his cock through the thin material of his pants, wasting no time. Jared, giving him another little grin, leaned forward and started to kiss at Jensen's shoulders and neck. It definitely didn't take much for Jensen to grow hard, and soon his erection was stiff and throbbing against Jared's hand.
When Jared started to pull his pants off of him, he was more than willing. He lifted his hips some, and Jared all but tore them from his body, making his gleaming dick bounce slightly as it was freed. Jared then grabbed at his own shirt, before pulling it from his body in one swift motion -- he was built like a tank. Jensen didn't have much time to admire him though, before Jared was on top of him again, kissing and biting at Jensen's jaw and lips, as his hand now moved over Jensen's bared cock.
It all happened so fast, yet some parts seemed to go by in a blur. One minute, Jared's hands are working magic on Jensen's body, and the next he's asking if Jensen has any lube. Of course, despite the fact that Jensen hadn't ever been planning on meeting someone, the gods were on his side, and he did have some leftover lubricant in the drawer of his nightstand. Jared got it out in a flash, while Jensen vaguely wondered if lube could go bad.
Jensen couldn't help but close his eyes in pleasure when Jared started to spread a layer of the clear liquid onto his dick. Then Jared teased his balls just slightly with his fingers, making Jensen utter a short noise.
"Been a while, big guy?" Jared playfully asked, smoothing a thumb over the head of Jensen's cock.
"Too long," Jensen groaned.
Next, Jared was climbing over top of Jensen, straddling him and lining his ass up with Jensen's dick. Keeping one hand on Jensen's chest for balance, Jared's other hand held onto Jensen's shaft, and as he lowered himself slowly, he guided Jensen into him. Jensen bit the inside of his cheek as Jared's tight ass enveloped him, and he put his hands on Jared's thighs.
"Oh yeah," Jared whispered in a thick tone, a mask of both pain and pleasure contorting his face.
Things hadn't been slow for them all night, and it surely wasn't going to start there. Jared quickly started to move his hips in a variety of ways -- bouncing, grinding, swaying and twisting. Stuff Jensen had only ever seen in internet porn, definitely nothing that'd ever been done to him. Within moments, Jared had him arching and groaning his name, begging in incoherent sentences, and clawing at Jared's body, trying to pull him closer.
Jared's moves faltered for just a moment or two, and a low moan escaped his lips as he started to rock his hips this time. While one of his hands moved up and down Jensen's chest, fingers tweaking at his nipples, his other hand was on his own cock, and Jensen didn't know why it was turning him on so much to watch Jared jerk himself off.
Jensen didn't remember who came first -- for all he knew they came at the exact same time. One minute, there's a fire inside of him that's growing and expanding, and the next he's panting, and trying to regain himself, while Jared collapses beside him, just as spent. Jared's come had landed all over Jensen's stomach and lower chest, but Jensen couldn't have bothered to care about that at the moment -- just as Jared seemed to ignore the fact that Jensen's come was currently oozing down his thighs.
It was the best sex Jensen had ever had, if he could be so honest.
And when he woke at four in the morning to go to the bathroom, Jared was already gone.
"You told him you worked at Wolfram and Hart?"
"Well, you said it," Jensen answered, "I am a dumbass."
Christian chuckled as the elevator started moving, and he shook his head some. "Wasn't that the law firm in that show Angel?" he asked, and Jensen nodded. "That Lindsey McDonald guy was so gay for Angel."
"So gay," Jensen agreed when they stepped off the elevator.
"He was good-looking though," Christian said thoughtfully.
Jensen grinned. "And you're the straight one," he said. "But anyway, I don't even know if that's the worst part -- I told him my name was Jensen Smith."
Christian howled with laughter, doubling over slightly, and making their co-workers peer up over their cubicles in curiosity. When Jensen and he split to go their separate ways, he was still chuckling as Jensen flushed. When Jensen reached his own cubicle, he was surprised to see his boss waiting for him -- he quickly wiped the grin off of his face.
"Mr. Morgan," he said. "Good morning."
Jeffrey Dean Morgan was a good guy, a smart man and a fun person to be around -- but he was still Jensen's boss. Jensen felt it was only polite if he acted professional around him all the time.
"Jensen," Jeff said with a smile. "The new guy is in my office -- if it's not too early for you, I'd like you to come in and meet him."
"Of course," Jensen said, then held up his briefcase, "Just let me get this under my desk."
As he walked with Jeff to the older man's office, Jensen tried to remember the new guy's name -- he hadn't exactly done as he'd planned, and he'd forgotten to brief himself on what he was going to be teaching the new employee. He'd been too busy thinking about the mind-blowing sex he'd had on Friday night.
"Jensen," Jeff said as he ushered him into his large office, "I want you to meet Jared Padalecki..."
The rest of Jeff's sentence faded as Jensen's gaze fell on the tall man sitting in front of Jeff's desk. There was no way, no way in Hell, that this was really happening. Surely Jensen was dreaming. He could see the same surprise mirrored on Jared's face, and as Jared stood up slowly, Jensen fought the urge to bolt from the office.
"Oh shit," he said before he could stop himself.
"Excuse me?" Jeff's brow furrowed.
Jensen quickly shook his head, and thought fast. "Oh, I left my...coffee pot on, I think," he said dumbly, "I'll have to call my neighbor to ask her to turn it off for me."
Both Jeff and Jared gave Jensen confused looks, and Jensen wanted to kick himself. Jeff raised his eyebrows, then shook his head just slightly.
"As I was saying," he said, "Jared'll be taking Tom's place, now that Tom is no longer with this department. I'm gonna need you, as I think you're one of my more skilled workers, to show him the ropes. Think you can manage?"
I think Christian should do it, Jensen wanted to say. Instead, all he could do was nod his head slowly.
Awkward didn't even begin to describe things, not at all. Neither Jensen nor Jared spoke about what'd already went down between them -- they acted like they'd never met, even with each other. Of course, this didn't stop Jensen from allowing his gaze to linger for too long, and he couldn't help but notice Jared watching him out of the corner of his eye throughout the day's events.
Jensen kept his words short, and most of Jared's answers consisted of head nods or head shakes. By the time the lunch break came around, they all but ran away from each other, high-tailing it. Jensen was hiding out in his cubicle, staring blankly at his computer screen, and that's when Christian found him.
"What are you doing?" Christian asked.
"You see the new guy?" Jensen asked.
"No," Christian answered slowly. "Not yet -- why? You think he's hot?"
Jensen glanced at him, and with a sigh, he said, "It's him. Jared."
"The journalist?" Christian asked.
"Well he's obviously not a journalist," Jensen said. "He must've lied to me."
"Like you?"
"Shut up," Jensen said. "This is all your fault; I should've just ignored him and gone home alone."
Christian smirked, crossing his arms and leaning against the opening of the cubicle. "Yeah right," he said. "Because of me, you're gonna remember last Friday for the rest of your life -- I did you a favor."
"I'm supposed to be training him, Chris," Jensen said. "How can I train him when I can't even stand to be in the same room as him?"
"Why can't you stand to be in the same room as him?" Christian asked.
"It's awkward," Jensen replied. "I don't know, embarrassing. Even more so because I lied about myself."
"Well he lied about himself too, right?" Christian said. "Just soldier through it and be a man...damn."
"Oh yeah?" Jensen asked. "Well what if your last one night stand came to your work -- what if she found the great Fox Ryden --"
"Ryman," Christian corrected.
"-- was working a lame-brained job like this?" Jensen finished, ignoring Christian. "I bet you wouldn't be too happy about that."
Christian shrugged. "I'd just tell her that it was my day job," he said. "Something I do to pass the time and keep me busy. Just pretend you really are," he chuckled, "Jensen Smith. You do work at a law firm, but this is your second job to make more money."
"Yeah that sounds believable," Jensen said.
Christian shrugged his shoulders. "You might be in a pickle, Jensen," he said, "But the only way out of it, is to make a way. Worse comes to worse, you can always plot to get him fired."
And with a little grin, Christian turned and stalked away. Jensen got up out of his chair and swung out of the cubicle to call after him.
"Yeah, 'cause that's the right thing to do!" He cringed as he caught the attention of other co-workers, and gave them a little wave before he slipped back into his cubicle. He sighed, reaching up to rub at his eyes. "This is just great," he murmured.
Close to an hour later, Jensen was leading Jared down the hall towards the copy room. He was still trying to pretend he didn't know Jared, and he was attempting to talk to him as if they'd never met before.
"So what we have to do now," he said as they entered the empty room, full of whirring and beeping machines, "Is fax this to the New York branch; since that's where the main office is."
He glanced at Jared, but realized that was a mistake -- god he looked good with a tie on. Jensen quickly shook his head, and then he thrust the paperwork at Jared.
"I'm sure you can work a fax machine, right?" he asked, his words coming out quickly. "I'll just wait outside."
He turned and started to leave the room, but Jared said his name and it made him stop. He kept his back to Jared however, trying to get over the way his heart was racing.
"This doesn't have to be so weird," Jared said.
Jensen turned slowly, keeping his gaze on Jared's neck, rather than his face. "Are you kidding?" he asked.
Jared licked his lips, then looked at the closed door, as if willing someone to walk through. "Look," he said. "We had a fling, it didn't mean anything, right? Let's just forget about it and try to be co-workers."
"You told me you were a journalist," Jensen blurted out.
Jared's eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his bangs. "And you're upset about that?" he asked. "Mr. Jensen Smith, attorney at law for a fictional firm. Which demonic individual are you representing now?"
Jensen felt his face heat up, and he lowered his gaze again. Jared fell silent, and Jensen could feel him staring at him for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Jared sighed, taking a step or two towards him.
"We were two horny dudes looking for fun," Jared said. "Now we're two dudes who have to work together -- we can be professional about this, can't we?"
Jensen sighed. "I guess you're right," he said. "Aren't you embarrassed though?"
"I acted like an animal on Friday night," Jared said, and then gave a laugh. "I'm very embarrassed."
"I enjoyed myself if that means anything," Jensen said lightly.
Jared now threw his head back and laughed, and all at once, Jensen started to feel better. He supposed things could get better between them -- even without Jensen plotting to have him fired. He couldn't believe he'd overreacted like he had.
"So this room," Jared suddenly said, looking down and grinning. "Is it...high traffic?"
"Well not really," Jensen said, shrugging his shoulders, "I'm really the only one who ever feels like faxing anything, and we rarely need to make copies of anything --" he paused, realizing at what Jared was getting at. Jared's grin suddenly looked very devious. "Ohh...oh, no...not too high traffic...really."
Next thing Jensen knew, Jared had him against one of the copy machines, the corner of it digging into Jensen's lower back. Jared kissed just as good as Jensen had remembered, and he pressed his knee against Jensen's crotch, moving it slightly making Jensen groan slightly.
"This is professional?" Jensen asked, practically speaking into Jared's moving mouth.
"Yeah," Jared answered. "We're gonna fuck in a professional workplace."
Jensen didn't know what did it, Jared saying 'fuck' or the idea of doing it at work. For some reason, it was just so exciting. Jensen never thought he'd be so hyped up over the thought that anyone could come in at any time and catch them in the act. He was breaking serious workplace rules too, and that definitely gave him a boost of adrenaline.
Of course...when someone did walk in on them, it wasn't quite as fun as Jensen would've come to believe.
The door opened, and Christian entered the room, saying Jensen's name just before he'd started to take a drink of the coffee he was carrying. Catching sight of Jared and Jensen -- Jensen, whose shirt was undone and being pulled open by Jared -- Christian's eyes widened, and he practically spit coffee everywhere, starting to choke and holding onto the door for support.
"Oh God, sorry about that," he said, looking away as if the sight was too much to handle. "Uh, Jen -- you know where the bleach is? I have to wash my eyeballs."
Jensen tried to stutter out an embarrassed answer, attempting to close his shirt -- Jared was still holding it open though, and Jared was a strong son of a bitch; he didn't seem to mind at all that Christian had walked in on them. He was just watching Christian as if he were waiting for him to leave.
"I'll just tell Jeff you're busy with the new guy," was the last thing Christian said before disappearing from the room, shutting the door loudly behind him.
Jensen looked back to Jared who grinned at him. Before he could help himself, Jensen laughed. Still smiling, Jared leaned in and started kissing at Jensen's neck, his hands moving down Jensen's chest, palms caressing the skin.
"Want me to stop?" Jared asked, teasingly, as if he knew the answer.
"No," Jensen admitted.
This was certainly one way to get out of his pickle. And Jensen wasn't complaining at all.
END.
[x] I wasn't as pleased with this as I would've liked, and I certainly hope my silly Angel-related jokes weren't that bad. :P