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raeschaeTitle: Loosen Up (A Creative Control OneShot)
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Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3500ish
Summary: Jensen has made a lot of positive changes in his life since he started dating Jared, but occassionally he misses some of the life he used to have.
A Creative Control time stamp, set after Just Keep Comin' Around.
A/N: Forletsgetstarted and gwaeren on the occasion of their births. Hope it's a great day for both of you!
“Come on, Princess! My hair's turnin' gray!”
Jensen rolls his eyes, gives himself another look in the bathroom mirror, and then flips the light switch on his way into the bedroom. “Your hair's been gray for years!” he shouts back toward the living room, grabbing his wallet from the dresser to grab all of his 'essentials': phone, wallet, cigarettes, and lighter.
A low whistle accompanies his entrance into the living room and he rolls his eyes at the place where Steve and Danneel are waiting for him.
“Somebody's lookin' to get fucked.” Danneel's smile is bright and wide, and Jensen realizes in that moment just how much he's missed hanging out with them.
With a shake of his head, he grabs his jacket from the hall closet and throws it over his shoulder. “Can we just get outta here?” he asks, eyes flitting to the clock on the cable box.
He hates that he feels like a kid trying not to get busted sneaking out of the house like this, but Jared wouldn't understand. That's why he called Steve and Danneel. They've known him for years, and they know what it means when Jensen needs to blow off steam. If he asks them to, they'll leave him alone and let him do his thing. If he asks them not to, they'll make sure he doesn't cross a line and do something he can't take back.
Jared's great, and Jensen loves him (even if he's not ready to say the words out loud just yet), but he doesn't get that Jensen needs to get out sometimes. Needs to light up in a dirty club and be with his people. Blue collar guys who work hard, and play harder. He doesn't have to get fucked, or even get in a fight, but he needs to relate to something other than the industry. And if he needs to look a little gayer than he usually does to create some controversy in said 'blue collar' watering hole? So be it.
Danneel leads the way out of the house and stops short on the front porch. Jensen's too busy grabbing his keys to look up, but when she says, “Oh, hey, Jared,” his hand freezes over the hook beside the door.
Fuckin' fuck.
“Hey, guys,” Jared's voice is curiously polite as Jensen's friends step aside and allow him to enter his own home. “What's goin' on?”
Jensen doesn't have to answer. His appearance addresses the question just fine, thanks.
It's not his normal attire. At least, it's not anymore. Jared doesn't know about the collection of naughty tee shirts and the jeans with more holes than fabric. Jensen figures he knows well enough what a slut Jensen used to be. He doesn't need to see the uniform. And he doesn't usually wear smudged eyeliner, or muss his hair with such precision and product when he and Jared grab a drink, either.
So, yeah, he figures Jared knows what's up. And if he wasn't certain before, one look into those shocked hazel eyes would confirm it. “You're home early,” Jensen says stupidly, noting the way Steve and Danneel are trying not to watch from the doorway.
“Lighting malfunction,” Jared answers, eyes seemingly stuck on Jensen's purple iSwallow tee shirt. “Part won't be available until tomorrow. Shut down early.” He shakes his head and drags his eyes down Jensen's body and back up to his eyes. “Where ya goin'?”
Jensen shrugs and tries to remember that he's a grown-ass man. He doesn't need written consent to go out with his friends. “Out,” he answers, schooling his expression to say that it's not a big deal.
Nodding slowly, Jared places his keys on the hook and looks over his shoulder. He slowly moves his eyes back to Jensen and offers him a small smile, looking not at all unlike a hurt child. “Have fun.”
Steve seems to take this as a cue to head out, and Danneel looks questioningly at Jensen. “Go ahead,” he motions and Danneel nods before following Steve.
When Jensen drops his jacket onto the arm of the couch and steps around the couch, the only light in the kitchen is coming from the refrigerator. The hardest seven steps he's ever taken are around the half wall to stand at the place where the hardwood meets the tile of the floor.
Jared doesn't look up as he withdraws leftover macaroni casserole and pushes it into the oven. “What are you doing?”
Jensen shrugs, but Jared's not looking so it doesn't so much matter. He hates this. Hates that Jared can still make him feel like a kid. He's not going to do anything wrong. He's not going to flirt with any intent. He doesn't need to explain himself.
“Dude, I just wanna grab a drink with some friends,” he starts to defend himself anyway.
“So you should go,” he answers, turning to grab a plate from the cabinet to his left.
“And you should stop being a dick about it.”
At that, Jared turns and lets his eyes sweep over Jensen's body again. “Don't treat me like an idiot, Jensen. Do whatever the hell you want, but don't fuckin' start hiding shit from me.”
“What are you talking about?” The most frustrating thing in the world is to know that Jared wants to say something that he's afraid is going to damage Jensen's delicate psyche. He's not a fucking flower. He's not going to tear and wither and die. “I'm going out to get a drink! I'm not hiding anything!”
Jared snorts. Another sweep of his eyes and Jensen can hear him say, 'Clearly not in those jeans,' without saying anything at all. “Then why does it feel like you're trying to sneak out of the house?”
“Let me ask you a question,” Jensen takes a step forward and rests his hip against the counter, arms folded over his chest. “If I called you up and said that I really fucking wanted to get all clubbed out, and go flirt at random and drink with my friends, would you have freaked out more or less than you're freaking out now?”
“I'm not freaking out,” Jared is abrupt to answer and then shakes his head. “Okay, I'm freaking out a little, but it's not about you wanting to go out, Jensen. I'm not your father. You don't need my permission to go out and get a drink with your friends. But from the second I walked in the door, you've been lookin' at me like I walked in on something I wasn't supposed to see. I'm freaking out because you're clearly trying to hide something from me!”
“Alright, fine,” Jensen shrugs his shoulders in concession. “I didn't want you to know about this.” What's the point in denying it anymore? Jared says that he can't read Jensen sometimes, but Jensen thinks he's pretty damn accurate most of the time.
“What the hell is going on with you?”
Jensen hangs his head and runs his hand over the back of his sticky, over-processed hair. He can keep pretending everything is puppies and rainbows. Or he can man up and tell his boyfriend the truth about what's bothering him. The answer seems obvious, but addressing a personal need isn't really his strong suit. Especially when he's not sure it's a need at all.
“Jen?”
Jared's voice is softer, like he's really worried now instead of just pissed off. Pissed off was better. Jensen doesn't mind people being mad at him, as long as they're not concerned. There's nothing he hates more than having anyone worry about him.
“Alright, look,” he huffs, raising his eyes to find Jared dangerously close to his personal space, “I love hanging out with you. But, Jared, it's,” he stops and shakes his head because it's so fucking stupid in his head. God, he's going to sound like a pouting little boy. “Dude, I feel like I'm losing myself here.” He can tell immediately that Jared doesn't know what he's talking about.
Instead of responding with words, Jared steps forward and rests his hand on the back of Jensen's neck, drawing his eyes up from the floor. He's a big fan of staring at Jensen, talking without words, and it kind of sets Jensen on edge a little bit. Being stared at, and into, is fucking weird. Especially when you don't really want anyone looking close enough to see through you.
“Man, I fucking love this life I have with you. You get that, right?” Jared nods, but he doesn't look entirely convinced. “And when we're eating, or sleeping, or fucking? I feel like I belong here, ya know?” He shakes his head, because dammit, he couldn't sound any gayer if he tried right now. “But when we're not doing that, you're working. And ya know what I'm doing? Fiddling around with whatever I can find to make myself look useful. Trying not to be a lazy ass who just sits around on the couch and watches all that brainless television you hate so much.”
Jared is still watching him, but Jensen can see the exact moment that it all makes sense to him. When he realizes that all of the unhealthy things they've worked on cutting out of Jensen's life maybe aren't as detrimental as he thought. Or, at least, some of them aren't.
“Fuckin' hell, Jensen,” he shakes his head and moves his hand from Jensen's neck to the side of his face. “I've taken your fucking coping mechanisms away from you, and I haven't given you anything new to fill in those holes.”
Jensen can't help his smirk as he lets his hand rest on Jared's hip. “How much are you going to hate me,” he stops and catches his bottom lip between his teeth, fingers worming their way under the hem of Jared's tee shirt, “if I say you've given me one thing to fill the hole?” Jared rolls his eyes, and huffs at the pun. “It's a really big thing, if that makes it any better.”
He doesn't fight the laugh this time, just dips his head and presses a quick, dirty kiss to Jensen's open mouth. When he pulls back, he's smiling, but his eyes are nothing but serious. “I'm sorry, Jen.”
Shaking his head, Jensen squeezes Jared's hip. “Me, too. I shoulda said something. You wanna go get a drink with us?”
The timer goes off on the oven and Jared shakes his head. “I'm gonna look over some story boards and script revisions. Go have fun with your friends,” he nods over his shoulder.
“It'll probably be late,” Jensen says as he slips out of Jared's grasp. “I can go back to my place so I don't wake you up,” he offers.
Jared shakes his head, eyes fixed on the tears in the thighs of Jensen's jeans. “The only way you're showin' your ass off like that is if you bring it back to me when you're done.” He licks his lips and then meets Jensen's eye. “Goddamn, you look so fuckin' hot, Jen.”
With a cocky smirk, Jensen winks and licks his lips. “You should try to wait up,” he recommends. “I get kinda slutty when I drink.”
Jared's not waiting up for Jensen at eleven thirty when he hears the door swing open and then click shut. Of course, he's sitting up, reading, in bed, so it can be argued he's not trying so hard to sleep, either. Try as he might, he can't figure out how to fall asleep with the picture of Jensen dressed up like sex on legs saturating every corner of his brain.
“You up?” Jensen bellows from the front room, and Jared hears his boots thump against the floor as he drops them in the entry.
“In bed,” Jared calls back and forces himself to stay put. It's tempting to go out there and figure out why Jensen's voice is fading in the direction of the kitchen, but he'll come around soon enough.
When he appears in the doorway a few minutes later, his shoulders are loose, his eyes are sparkling, and there's a wicked grin on his lips as his tongue runs around the mouth of the water bottle he's nursing. “Not what I asked,” he finally says, pushing off of the door frame.
Jared watches as he walks to the dresser and sets his water down. When Jensen crosses his arms and lifts his tee shirt over his head, Jared lowers the book he was reading to his lap and doesn't even bother pretending he's not interested in the sight of his relaxed, happy boyfriend stripping for him.
“What was the question?” Jared shakes his head as Jensen stalks toward him, eyes narrowed like a lion on the prowl. He's sure there was a question, but he can't, for the life of him, remember what it was now.
Jensen rolls his eyes and stops at Jared's side. With one hand, he steals the book away and drops it onto the nightstand, the other bracing against the wall to keep his balance as he straddles Jared's thighs. “I said,” his smile widens, if that's even possible, and his hand falls to Jared's lap, “are you up?”
“You're drunk,” Jared deduces, because that's the only reason he can figure someone would use a pun that terrible and actually mean it. He shifts until he's sure they're not going to fall over the side of the bed and rests his hands on Jensen's hips.
Jensen shrugs, his hand curling around Jared's neck, fingers carding up through his hair and tangling at at the back of his skull. “Just buzzed,” he retorts, dipping his head to nip playfully at his earlobe. “Didn't go too far,” he whispers, clearly pleased with himself. “Was good. Came home early and everything.”
Pulse racing, Jared squeezes his fingers tighter into Jensen's hips. People amble for his approval every day. On the set, behind the scenes, even in his past relationships. But he's not sure any of their efforts have ever affected him as much as Jensen's. The desire to please comes naturally for him, but the submission required to do so does not. When Jensen does it anyway? It's the biggest fucking turn-on Jared ever experienced.
“So fuckin' good,” Jared agrees, eyes meeting Jensen's as he studies Jared's face and neck. “Come 'ere,” he speaks quietly into the limited space between them, and Jensen lurches forward without further instruction.
He tastes like whiskey and tobacco, but it's hard to be bothered by either when he's pressing his bare chest to Jared's and spreading his legs wider to angle his hips and grind his denim-covered cock down hard onto Jared's. There's nothing Jensen likes more than working him up with deep kisses, and Jared's become much more a fan of the activity in the seven months that they've been dating.
When the kiss finally breaks, and they both gasp for much-needed air, Jensen pulls at Jared's hair until his head yanks back and Jared lets out a surprised groan. It's an aggressive move, and not totally uncharacteristic for Jensen, but it's not exactly common, either. Fuck, it feels good when he starts at the hollow of Jared's throat and rakes his teeth up the column of his neck.
Biting his way across Jared's jaw with tiny nips, Jensen captures Jared's lower lip in his teeth and pulls. He releases with a grin that is nothing but sex and intent, and then whispers hot against his ear, “Want you to fuck me, Jay. Like you mean it.”
The next minute is a frenzied blur as jeans are torn from hips and underwear are discarded somewhere over the side of the bed. It's not until Jensen is spreading his thighs, angling his hips, and begging Jared to hurry, that he even realizes he's got three fingers lubed and buried deep in Jensen's ass.
Grabbing the backs of his thighs, Jared pulls Jensen's legs over his shoulders and thrusts forward with one, powerful push of his hips. Jensen's fingers dig bruises into his forearms and his back arches as he grits through clenched teeth, “Dammit.”
Usually, he worries that it's too much, too fast, but the look in Jensen's eyes when Jared starts to gently pull back is vicious and determined. “Jen,” he starts, only to have Jensen squeeze his arms tighter.
“Don't even fuckin',” he stops when Jared pushes forward again, eyes squeezing closed for a second and then popping back open. The smile spreads lazy and he makes a small circle with his hips. “Oh, yeah,” he nods and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. “Been thinkin' about this all fuckin' night, man.”
It occurs to Jared, some time while he's fucking hard into Jensen, watching him throw his head back and lose his mind, that Jensen asked for this. The number of times he lets Jared know what he wants without any provocation, Jared could count on one hand.
He was unsure about Jensen going out tonight unsupervised. Scared, if he's honest, about what he was going to do without Jared's watchful eye holding him back. What he couldn't have known, but thinks maybe he should have trusted, is that Jensen got himself all loose and relaxed, only to cut the night short and come home to take all of the desire built on alcohol and seduction out on Jared.
Jensen's not quiet on a normal night, but he's damn near screaming now, legs locked like a vice around Jared's waist as he fucking begs for more. He's careful with Jensen, far more careful than he's ever been with anyone else, but sometimes he can't hold back. Sometimes, he doesn't bother trying.
“Fuck, Jared, please,” Jensen calls out, a mixture of decadent pleasure and overwhelming frustration, and that's all it takes for Jared to feel his resolve crumble into nothing.
“Come for me, Jen,” he growls in a voice that sounds possibly more animal than human, his hand clamping down on Jensen's dick as he does immediately what he's told. His body goes stiff for a moment and his ass clenches hard around Jared's cock. “Fuck,” he mutters when Jensen falls back into the mattress, at least enough for Jared to start moving once again. “So fuckin' good for me.”
Jensen whimpers, rides the motion until Jared crashes over the edge and collapses on top of him. “Dude,” he groans, too sated and spent to move any more than his lips. “Get off.”
Rolling onto his back at Jensen's side, Jared stares at the ceiling and shakes his head. “I think you should go out with your friends more often,” he hears himself say, though he's not sure he completely means it.
“I think,” Jensen sucks in another deep breath, “you should come with us next time.”
“Why's that?”
“So I don't have to wait a fifteen minute cab ride to get fucked next time.”
“Oh, of course.” Jared laughs and reaches for Jensen's water bottle, tilting it to his lips and then passing it after Jensen's pulled himself into a seated position against the headboard. “It's good you learned patience.”
Jensen huffs and rolls his eyes. “Patience my ass. If Danneel hadn't ridden back with me to get her car, I probably woulda jerked off on the way. Got me so fuckin' hot, thinkin' about suckin' your cock in a club like that. Damn,” he shakes his head and smiles again at the thought.
“Some day, when I know you're into it, I'm gonna take you some place,” Jared promises. It's vague, and he won't go into details just yet. There's no way that Jensen can know he's just described Jared's ultimate fantasy, and that Jared intends to make it a reality. Just not until he's sure Jensen's ready to see the world of which he used to be the king. Truthfully, Jared's sure he's not ready for Jensen to see it for the time being.
“Hey, Jay?” Jensen's voice is softer, drifting toward sleep and tainted with hesitation.
“Hm?” Jared lets his eyes drift, too. They should get up and shower, but he's not sure that his legs would work now if he tried to use them.
“Thanks for bein' cool about tonight.”
Jared mumbles a non-descript 'mmm hmm', but he can't help thinking that, if this is what it takes to keep Jensen happy and unwound? He'll let him do it as often as he wants.
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raeschaePairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3500ish
Summary: Jensen has made a lot of positive changes in his life since he started dating Jared, but occassionally he misses some of the life he used to have.
A Creative Control time stamp, set after Just Keep Comin' Around.
A/N: For
letsgetstarted and gwaeren on the occasion of their births. Hope it's a great day for both of you!“Come on, Princess! My hair's turnin' gray!”
Jensen rolls his eyes, gives himself another look in the bathroom mirror, and then flips the light switch on his way into the bedroom. “Your hair's been gray for years!” he shouts back toward the living room, grabbing his wallet from the dresser to grab all of his 'essentials': phone, wallet, cigarettes, and lighter.
A low whistle accompanies his entrance into the living room and he rolls his eyes at the place where Steve and Danneel are waiting for him.
“Somebody's lookin' to get fucked.” Danneel's smile is bright and wide, and Jensen realizes in that moment just how much he's missed hanging out with them.
With a shake of his head, he grabs his jacket from the hall closet and throws it over his shoulder. “Can we just get outta here?” he asks, eyes flitting to the clock on the cable box.
He hates that he feels like a kid trying not to get busted sneaking out of the house like this, but Jared wouldn't understand. That's why he called Steve and Danneel. They've known him for years, and they know what it means when Jensen needs to blow off steam. If he asks them to, they'll leave him alone and let him do his thing. If he asks them not to, they'll make sure he doesn't cross a line and do something he can't take back.
Jared's great, and Jensen loves him (even if he's not ready to say the words out loud just yet), but he doesn't get that Jensen needs to get out sometimes. Needs to light up in a dirty club and be with his people. Blue collar guys who work hard, and play harder. He doesn't have to get fucked, or even get in a fight, but he needs to relate to something other than the industry. And if he needs to look a little gayer than he usually does to create some controversy in said 'blue collar' watering hole? So be it.
Danneel leads the way out of the house and stops short on the front porch. Jensen's too busy grabbing his keys to look up, but when she says, “Oh, hey, Jared,” his hand freezes over the hook beside the door.
Fuckin' fuck.
“Hey, guys,” Jared's voice is curiously polite as Jensen's friends step aside and allow him to enter his own home. “What's goin' on?”
Jensen doesn't have to answer. His appearance addresses the question just fine, thanks.
It's not his normal attire. At least, it's not anymore. Jared doesn't know about the collection of naughty tee shirts and the jeans with more holes than fabric. Jensen figures he knows well enough what a slut Jensen used to be. He doesn't need to see the uniform. And he doesn't usually wear smudged eyeliner, or muss his hair with such precision and product when he and Jared grab a drink, either.
So, yeah, he figures Jared knows what's up. And if he wasn't certain before, one look into those shocked hazel eyes would confirm it. “You're home early,” Jensen says stupidly, noting the way Steve and Danneel are trying not to watch from the doorway.
“Lighting malfunction,” Jared answers, eyes seemingly stuck on Jensen's purple iSwallow tee shirt. “Part won't be available until tomorrow. Shut down early.” He shakes his head and drags his eyes down Jensen's body and back up to his eyes. “Where ya goin'?”
Jensen shrugs and tries to remember that he's a grown-ass man. He doesn't need written consent to go out with his friends. “Out,” he answers, schooling his expression to say that it's not a big deal.
Nodding slowly, Jared places his keys on the hook and looks over his shoulder. He slowly moves his eyes back to Jensen and offers him a small smile, looking not at all unlike a hurt child. “Have fun.”
Steve seems to take this as a cue to head out, and Danneel looks questioningly at Jensen. “Go ahead,” he motions and Danneel nods before following Steve.
When Jensen drops his jacket onto the arm of the couch and steps around the couch, the only light in the kitchen is coming from the refrigerator. The hardest seven steps he's ever taken are around the half wall to stand at the place where the hardwood meets the tile of the floor.
Jared doesn't look up as he withdraws leftover macaroni casserole and pushes it into the oven. “What are you doing?”
Jensen shrugs, but Jared's not looking so it doesn't so much matter. He hates this. Hates that Jared can still make him feel like a kid. He's not going to do anything wrong. He's not going to flirt with any intent. He doesn't need to explain himself.
“Dude, I just wanna grab a drink with some friends,” he starts to defend himself anyway.
“So you should go,” he answers, turning to grab a plate from the cabinet to his left.
“And you should stop being a dick about it.”
At that, Jared turns and lets his eyes sweep over Jensen's body again. “Don't treat me like an idiot, Jensen. Do whatever the hell you want, but don't fuckin' start hiding shit from me.”
“What are you talking about?” The most frustrating thing in the world is to know that Jared wants to say something that he's afraid is going to damage Jensen's delicate psyche. He's not a fucking flower. He's not going to tear and wither and die. “I'm going out to get a drink! I'm not hiding anything!”
Jared snorts. Another sweep of his eyes and Jensen can hear him say, 'Clearly not in those jeans,' without saying anything at all. “Then why does it feel like you're trying to sneak out of the house?”
“Let me ask you a question,” Jensen takes a step forward and rests his hip against the counter, arms folded over his chest. “If I called you up and said that I really fucking wanted to get all clubbed out, and go flirt at random and drink with my friends, would you have freaked out more or less than you're freaking out now?”
“I'm not freaking out,” Jared is abrupt to answer and then shakes his head. “Okay, I'm freaking out a little, but it's not about you wanting to go out, Jensen. I'm not your father. You don't need my permission to go out and get a drink with your friends. But from the second I walked in the door, you've been lookin' at me like I walked in on something I wasn't supposed to see. I'm freaking out because you're clearly trying to hide something from me!”
“Alright, fine,” Jensen shrugs his shoulders in concession. “I didn't want you to know about this.” What's the point in denying it anymore? Jared says that he can't read Jensen sometimes, but Jensen thinks he's pretty damn accurate most of the time.
“What the hell is going on with you?”
Jensen hangs his head and runs his hand over the back of his sticky, over-processed hair. He can keep pretending everything is puppies and rainbows. Or he can man up and tell his boyfriend the truth about what's bothering him. The answer seems obvious, but addressing a personal need isn't really his strong suit. Especially when he's not sure it's a need at all.
“Jen?”
Jared's voice is softer, like he's really worried now instead of just pissed off. Pissed off was better. Jensen doesn't mind people being mad at him, as long as they're not concerned. There's nothing he hates more than having anyone worry about him.
“Alright, look,” he huffs, raising his eyes to find Jared dangerously close to his personal space, “I love hanging out with you. But, Jared, it's,” he stops and shakes his head because it's so fucking stupid in his head. God, he's going to sound like a pouting little boy. “Dude, I feel like I'm losing myself here.” He can tell immediately that Jared doesn't know what he's talking about.
Instead of responding with words, Jared steps forward and rests his hand on the back of Jensen's neck, drawing his eyes up from the floor. He's a big fan of staring at Jensen, talking without words, and it kind of sets Jensen on edge a little bit. Being stared at, and into, is fucking weird. Especially when you don't really want anyone looking close enough to see through you.
“Man, I fucking love this life I have with you. You get that, right?” Jared nods, but he doesn't look entirely convinced. “And when we're eating, or sleeping, or fucking? I feel like I belong here, ya know?” He shakes his head, because dammit, he couldn't sound any gayer if he tried right now. “But when we're not doing that, you're working. And ya know what I'm doing? Fiddling around with whatever I can find to make myself look useful. Trying not to be a lazy ass who just sits around on the couch and watches all that brainless television you hate so much.”
Jared is still watching him, but Jensen can see the exact moment that it all makes sense to him. When he realizes that all of the unhealthy things they've worked on cutting out of Jensen's life maybe aren't as detrimental as he thought. Or, at least, some of them aren't.
“Fuckin' hell, Jensen,” he shakes his head and moves his hand from Jensen's neck to the side of his face. “I've taken your fucking coping mechanisms away from you, and I haven't given you anything new to fill in those holes.”
Jensen can't help his smirk as he lets his hand rest on Jared's hip. “How much are you going to hate me,” he stops and catches his bottom lip between his teeth, fingers worming their way under the hem of Jared's tee shirt, “if I say you've given me one thing to fill the hole?” Jared rolls his eyes, and huffs at the pun. “It's a really big thing, if that makes it any better.”
He doesn't fight the laugh this time, just dips his head and presses a quick, dirty kiss to Jensen's open mouth. When he pulls back, he's smiling, but his eyes are nothing but serious. “I'm sorry, Jen.”
Shaking his head, Jensen squeezes Jared's hip. “Me, too. I shoulda said something. You wanna go get a drink with us?”
The timer goes off on the oven and Jared shakes his head. “I'm gonna look over some story boards and script revisions. Go have fun with your friends,” he nods over his shoulder.
“It'll probably be late,” Jensen says as he slips out of Jared's grasp. “I can go back to my place so I don't wake you up,” he offers.
Jared shakes his head, eyes fixed on the tears in the thighs of Jensen's jeans. “The only way you're showin' your ass off like that is if you bring it back to me when you're done.” He licks his lips and then meets Jensen's eye. “Goddamn, you look so fuckin' hot, Jen.”
With a cocky smirk, Jensen winks and licks his lips. “You should try to wait up,” he recommends. “I get kinda slutty when I drink.”
Jared's not waiting up for Jensen at eleven thirty when he hears the door swing open and then click shut. Of course, he's sitting up, reading, in bed, so it can be argued he's not trying so hard to sleep, either. Try as he might, he can't figure out how to fall asleep with the picture of Jensen dressed up like sex on legs saturating every corner of his brain.
“You up?” Jensen bellows from the front room, and Jared hears his boots thump against the floor as he drops them in the entry.
“In bed,” Jared calls back and forces himself to stay put. It's tempting to go out there and figure out why Jensen's voice is fading in the direction of the kitchen, but he'll come around soon enough.
When he appears in the doorway a few minutes later, his shoulders are loose, his eyes are sparkling, and there's a wicked grin on his lips as his tongue runs around the mouth of the water bottle he's nursing. “Not what I asked,” he finally says, pushing off of the door frame.
Jared watches as he walks to the dresser and sets his water down. When Jensen crosses his arms and lifts his tee shirt over his head, Jared lowers the book he was reading to his lap and doesn't even bother pretending he's not interested in the sight of his relaxed, happy boyfriend stripping for him.
“What was the question?” Jared shakes his head as Jensen stalks toward him, eyes narrowed like a lion on the prowl. He's sure there was a question, but he can't, for the life of him, remember what it was now.
Jensen rolls his eyes and stops at Jared's side. With one hand, he steals the book away and drops it onto the nightstand, the other bracing against the wall to keep his balance as he straddles Jared's thighs. “I said,” his smile widens, if that's even possible, and his hand falls to Jared's lap, “are you up?”
“You're drunk,” Jared deduces, because that's the only reason he can figure someone would use a pun that terrible and actually mean it. He shifts until he's sure they're not going to fall over the side of the bed and rests his hands on Jensen's hips.
Jensen shrugs, his hand curling around Jared's neck, fingers carding up through his hair and tangling at at the back of his skull. “Just buzzed,” he retorts, dipping his head to nip playfully at his earlobe. “Didn't go too far,” he whispers, clearly pleased with himself. “Was good. Came home early and everything.”
Pulse racing, Jared squeezes his fingers tighter into Jensen's hips. People amble for his approval every day. On the set, behind the scenes, even in his past relationships. But he's not sure any of their efforts have ever affected him as much as Jensen's. The desire to please comes naturally for him, but the submission required to do so does not. When Jensen does it anyway? It's the biggest fucking turn-on Jared ever experienced.
“So fuckin' good,” Jared agrees, eyes meeting Jensen's as he studies Jared's face and neck. “Come 'ere,” he speaks quietly into the limited space between them, and Jensen lurches forward without further instruction.
He tastes like whiskey and tobacco, but it's hard to be bothered by either when he's pressing his bare chest to Jared's and spreading his legs wider to angle his hips and grind his denim-covered cock down hard onto Jared's. There's nothing Jensen likes more than working him up with deep kisses, and Jared's become much more a fan of the activity in the seven months that they've been dating.
When the kiss finally breaks, and they both gasp for much-needed air, Jensen pulls at Jared's hair until his head yanks back and Jared lets out a surprised groan. It's an aggressive move, and not totally uncharacteristic for Jensen, but it's not exactly common, either. Fuck, it feels good when he starts at the hollow of Jared's throat and rakes his teeth up the column of his neck.
Biting his way across Jared's jaw with tiny nips, Jensen captures Jared's lower lip in his teeth and pulls. He releases with a grin that is nothing but sex and intent, and then whispers hot against his ear, “Want you to fuck me, Jay. Like you mean it.”
The next minute is a frenzied blur as jeans are torn from hips and underwear are discarded somewhere over the side of the bed. It's not until Jensen is spreading his thighs, angling his hips, and begging Jared to hurry, that he even realizes he's got three fingers lubed and buried deep in Jensen's ass.
Grabbing the backs of his thighs, Jared pulls Jensen's legs over his shoulders and thrusts forward with one, powerful push of his hips. Jensen's fingers dig bruises into his forearms and his back arches as he grits through clenched teeth, “Dammit.”
Usually, he worries that it's too much, too fast, but the look in Jensen's eyes when Jared starts to gently pull back is vicious and determined. “Jen,” he starts, only to have Jensen squeeze his arms tighter.
“Don't even fuckin',” he stops when Jared pushes forward again, eyes squeezing closed for a second and then popping back open. The smile spreads lazy and he makes a small circle with his hips. “Oh, yeah,” he nods and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. “Been thinkin' about this all fuckin' night, man.”
It occurs to Jared, some time while he's fucking hard into Jensen, watching him throw his head back and lose his mind, that Jensen asked for this. The number of times he lets Jared know what he wants without any provocation, Jared could count on one hand.
He was unsure about Jensen going out tonight unsupervised. Scared, if he's honest, about what he was going to do without Jared's watchful eye holding him back. What he couldn't have known, but thinks maybe he should have trusted, is that Jensen got himself all loose and relaxed, only to cut the night short and come home to take all of the desire built on alcohol and seduction out on Jared.
Jensen's not quiet on a normal night, but he's damn near screaming now, legs locked like a vice around Jared's waist as he fucking begs for more. He's careful with Jensen, far more careful than he's ever been with anyone else, but sometimes he can't hold back. Sometimes, he doesn't bother trying.
“Fuck, Jared, please,” Jensen calls out, a mixture of decadent pleasure and overwhelming frustration, and that's all it takes for Jared to feel his resolve crumble into nothing.
“Come for me, Jen,” he growls in a voice that sounds possibly more animal than human, his hand clamping down on Jensen's dick as he does immediately what he's told. His body goes stiff for a moment and his ass clenches hard around Jared's cock. “Fuck,” he mutters when Jensen falls back into the mattress, at least enough for Jared to start moving once again. “So fuckin' good for me.”
Jensen whimpers, rides the motion until Jared crashes over the edge and collapses on top of him. “Dude,” he groans, too sated and spent to move any more than his lips. “Get off.”
Rolling onto his back at Jensen's side, Jared stares at the ceiling and shakes his head. “I think you should go out with your friends more often,” he hears himself say, though he's not sure he completely means it.
“I think,” Jensen sucks in another deep breath, “you should come with us next time.”
“Why's that?”
“So I don't have to wait a fifteen minute cab ride to get fucked next time.”
“Oh, of course.” Jared laughs and reaches for Jensen's water bottle, tilting it to his lips and then passing it after Jensen's pulled himself into a seated position against the headboard. “It's good you learned patience.”
Jensen huffs and rolls his eyes. “Patience my ass. If Danneel hadn't ridden back with me to get her car, I probably woulda jerked off on the way. Got me so fuckin' hot, thinkin' about suckin' your cock in a club like that. Damn,” he shakes his head and smiles again at the thought.
“Some day, when I know you're into it, I'm gonna take you some place,” Jared promises. It's vague, and he won't go into details just yet. There's no way that Jensen can know he's just described Jared's ultimate fantasy, and that Jared intends to make it a reality. Just not until he's sure Jensen's ready to see the world of which he used to be the king. Truthfully, Jared's sure he's not ready for Jensen to see it for the time being.
“Hey, Jay?” Jensen's voice is softer, drifting toward sleep and tainted with hesitation.
“Hm?” Jared lets his eyes drift, too. They should get up and shower, but he's not sure that his legs would work now if he tried to use them.
“Thanks for bein' cool about tonight.”
Jared mumbles a non-descript 'mmm hmm', but he can't help thinking that, if this is what it takes to keep Jensen happy and unwound? He'll let him do it as often as he wants.
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Date: 2010-03-03 02:47 pm (UTC)Love this verse, thanks for the new chapter!
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Date: 2010-03-03 02:51 pm (UTC)At some point, they will figure this communication thing. I swear they will! I figured it was time for them to take a baby step forward, finally! ;)
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Date: 2010-03-03 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-03-03 03:16 pm (UTC)If I wasnt already married I would SO ask you to head to the alter with me. LOL
you ROCK!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2010-03-03 03:18 pm (UTC)Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2010-03-03 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-03 03:23 pm (UTC)And I promise, you will see the kingdom over which Jared used to reign at some point in the near future!
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Date: 2010-03-03 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-03 03:28 pm (UTC)Thanks! And I do have to admit that it's easier to write it for these two than any other version of the J's I write. IDK why - it just is. *shrugs*
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Date: 2010-03-03 03:43 pm (UTC)Thank you, another terrific one shot. So is the fantasy club bit next???
::wags tail hopefully::
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Date: 2010-03-03 03:47 pm (UTC)To answer your question, I wasn't going to write the club this early in the series, but it might be coming around sooner than I thought. It's far too tempting a concept to leave along for long. ;)
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Date: 2010-03-03 04:55 pm (UTC)Excellent, honey, and I love how Jensen really does seem to be going forward, not just copying behaviour he thinks will be deemed correct.
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Date: 2010-03-03 06:38 pm (UTC)I think this Jensen wants to prove that he can do what's asked of him, instead of trying to find a shortcut around it - there's a sense of pride for him in knowing that he can make Jared happy.
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Date: 2010-03-03 05:03 pm (UTC)*hugs them*
They'll figure it all out. :) I've never liked couples that were joined at the hip, never did anything alone. It's not healthy. So yay!
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Date: 2010-03-03 06:40 pm (UTC)Cause, honestly? Ick.
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Date: 2010-03-03 05:26 pm (UTC)Also, that last (and very intriguing) bit? Please tell me you'll be following it up!
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Date: 2010-03-03 06:41 pm (UTC)And thank you! I'm really glad that the relationship feels like it has some depth. That's hella important to me!
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Date: 2010-03-03 05:35 pm (UTC)“It'll probably be late,” (...) Jared's not waiting up for Jensen at eleven thirty when he hears the door swing open and then click shut.
- That's late? You're old men, both of you (one with guyliner, but still).
“Didn't go too far,” he whispers, clearly pleased with himself. “Was good. Came home early and everything.”
- OK, so maybe not so old, after all. I cannot help myself, I find this line really sweet. Like, really really sweet. Awww, bb.
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Date: 2010-03-03 06:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-03 05:48 pm (UTC)I also love the relationship between the two of them.
Thank you so much for creating these wonderful characters.
I always look forward to reading more about them!
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Date: 2010-03-03 06:45 pm (UTC)These two continue to fascinate me, and I'm supposed to be telling them what to do here. I'm glad you're enjoying their journey, and believe me that there will definitely be more of them in the future.
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Date: 2010-03-03 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-03 06:50 pm (UTC)And poor Jared - he's trying so hard to be the guy he thinks Jensen needs him to be. He's always talking about how Jensen needs to relax and unwind, but something tells me he's the one that needs some new relaxation techniques. ;)
And thanks - I'm holding it together and actually trying to get through the work day - determining that I will not get sick. Who knows if it'll actually work or not. *shrugs* I don't have to tell you that it's not fun to feel icky.
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Date: 2010-03-03 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-03 06:51 pm (UTC)In what way are you waiting for the shoe? For them to implode? A break up? Some huge fight? I'm curious about this . . .
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Date: 2010-03-03 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-03 08:50 pm (UTC)And I think you're right - especially these two sometimes!
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Date: 2010-03-03 09:15 pm (UTC)What a fabulous birthday present - totally loved it.
Phew - I may need to lie down in a dark room - peferrably with Jensen and Jared!
Thank you babe - I totally adore you - but you know that already!
Lisa
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Date: 2010-03-03 09:22 pm (UTC)Hope you had a great birthday, love. Enjoy what's left of it!
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Date: 2010-03-04 01:44 am (UTC)That image of Jensen in a tight t-shit and those jeans? *dools* I can't wait to see the two of them together in a dark and dirty club.
I really liked how hey both dealt with their insecurities and in the end Jensen got to let loose and Jared got rewarded for resisting the whole jealous/cave man boyfriend thing he clearly was trying to stop.
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Date: 2010-03-04 03:33 am (UTC)They're learning, and growing, together. Some day, they just might get there. ;)
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Date: 2010-03-04 02:33 am (UTC)thank you for sharing
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Date: 2010-03-04 05:00 am (UTC)Love that Jensen knew what he was needing & arranged to get it safely, with Steve & Danneel as back up. Love that he & Jared were able to talk about it in a situation that could have been a whole lot of misunderstandings & hurt, and that Jared understood what was going on.
“Didn't go too far,” he whispers, clearly pleased with himself. “Was good. Came home early and everything.”
And love the results!
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Date: 2010-03-04 11:48 am (UTC)These two are definitely figuring it out as they go, and they might not always get it right, but on occasion, they do. ;)
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Date: 2010-03-04 07:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-04 11:49 am (UTC)And wait for it - I promise it's coming. ;)
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Date: 2010-03-04 07:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-04 11:51 am (UTC)They kind of crawl toward progress, instead of leaping and bounding in that direction, but they're getting there. ;)
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Date: 2010-03-04 09:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-04 11:52 am (UTC)And worry not your pretty head, I will be writing more very soon!
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Date: 2010-03-04 10:15 am (UTC)Hot porn is HOT :D
(I must write the least coherent feedbacks ever :P)
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Date: 2010-03-04 11:53 am (UTC)And thank you - I'm really glad you liked it.