raeschae | Keep Your Pants On (prompt 01, table 04)

Title: Keep Your Pants On
Author:

raeschae
Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #01 - Skin
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The guys have a few hours to kill alone in the dark.

Warnings/Author Notes: No warning, but there is a quick note at the end of this installment.

There's a decent-sized window in Jared's bathroom, but it's not exactly a sunny afternoon, so Jensen still has to squint a little to find the handle and flush the toilet. He can't thoroughly inspect Jared's medicine cabinet, or even snoop through his shower for shampoo and body wash information without the overhead light. It sucks; he's learned a lot about guys through their bathrooms over the years.

It feels good to get out of his heavy jeans and his cold, wet tee shirt. Jared's shorts are a little big, but they have a drawstring, so other than the fact that they fall nearly to his shins, they're pretty comfortable. It's about three hundred degrees without the electricity to run the air conditioner, so he leaves the tee shirt Jared offered on the counter.

Alright, so maybe he leaves the tee shirt on the counter because he likes the way Jared looks at him when he's not wearing one. The cold air does feel good on his damp skin, so he doesn't feel completely skeevy for stepping out of the bathroom half-naked.

“I hung my clothes over the shower curtain. That okay?”

Jared jumps a little and turns from his place on the couch, thumb between his teeth as he looks Jensen over. Yeah, there's definitely a look in Jared's eyes, one that absolutely makes Jensen's skin tingle a little bit. “Yeah, it's fine,” he says when he finally pulls his thumb out of his mouth. “You want something to drink. I just bought beer. Wouldn't want it to go bad.”

As much as Jensen likes the way Jared sometimes loses his train of thought when Jensen enters a room, it's not nearly as hot as the way he smirks when he regains his composure. “Yeah, why not?”

There's sweat pooling at the hollow of Jared's throat when he turns to hand Jensen one of the bottles. He suddenly thinks this objectification thing has been very one-sided. He takes a drink of his beer and blatantly rakes his eyes over Jared's chest before dragging them back to his face. “Dude, you're burnin' up,” he says, voice dropped low with intent.

“I'm kinda sweaty by nature,” Jared shrugs, making his way back into the living room to drop onto the couch. Jensen's about to knock his head against the door frame when Jared sets his beer on the end table and pulls his shirt over his head. “Wouldn't want you to be the only one,” he winks while settling back into the cushions again.

Jensen tries to look smooth as he walks over to the chair opposite Jared, but goddamn that is a good chest. His shoulders and arms aren't so shabby, either. Golden, summer tanned skin that seems to go on forever makes Jensen want to crawl across the floor and position himself squarely between Jared's knees.

“You okay over there?” Jared's tone is amused when he takes another drink.

Clearing his throat, Jensen shifts in his seat and forces himself to drag his eyes away from Jared's throat. “So, this is your place, huh?” When Jared shrugs easily, Jensen chuckles. “Gotta tell ya, I didn't think it was gonna be a power outage that got me up here, man.”

If he's thrown, Jared does a good job of hiding it. “Your boyfriend gonna be okay with you hangin' up here all naked and stuff?”

Jensen's brow knits. He hasn't had a boyfriend in. Well, he's never really had a boyfriend. Maybe once, on a technicality, but that's been years ago now. “Yours gonna mind you havin' me up here all naked and stuff?”

“I don't have a boyfriend.”

“Neither do I,” Jensen says around the lip of his beer bottle. They may be across the room from each other and still wearing shorts, but there is some serious fucking of the eye variety going on here.

Jared is the first to look away, dropping his head back to expose his long, distracting throat. There's nothing Jensen wants more than to drag his tongue across that sweat-moistened expanse of skin. “I saw you the other night, Jensen. In your studio? With that guy.”

That guy? Jensen squints as he racks his brain to figure out what the hell Jared is talking about. Oh. “Ian?” He laughs and shakes his head. “Dude, I wouldn't. He's not. Oh, Jesus, were you watching us?” Jared has the decency to look guilty, but doesn't answer. “Not really into serious relationships or whatever. But Ian's a good time, so we hook up sometimes.” When Jared doesn't really respond, Jensen adds, “And it's cool, man. We don't mind bein' watched.”

“I didn't watch,” Jared rolls his eyes like it's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard, but the deep red taking over the tips of his ears kind of contradicts his point. “I saw. There's a difference.”

Jensen chuckles again, feeling like he has the upper hand in their conversation for the first time since Jared stripped out of his shirt. “So,” he says when the silence stretches just this side of awkward. “You work out?”

With a quirk of his lip, Jared nods. “Little bit, yeah.” And then he fucking flexes his pecs in this way that nearly knocks Jensen out of his chair.

This is supposed to be a fairly innocent little flirtation thing he has going with the guy who makes him good coffee, but there is nothing innocent about the thoughts he's having right now.

“You hungry?” Jared stands as he asks the question, stretching his arms over his head. There has to be a mile and a half of warm, naked skin right there, just begging to be marked up and licked clean.

Yeah, Jensen's in some serious trouble here.

Turnabout Is Fair Play

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(Jensen's mystery man is most definitely a wink to the brief pairing in my Big Bang. They are in no way my OTP, but I'm enamored with them as a side pairing of fuck buddies for some reason.)

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oh yes, ian. i member him. i like jared better. i'd like it really much better (okay, that is so grammatically incorrect, but shhh) if jared and jensen had sex. now.

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