raeschae | Turnabout Is Fair Play (prompt 03, table 04)

Title: Turnabout Is Fair Play
Author:

raeschae
Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Jared/MC (not an original one)
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #03 - Slick
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Jared already caught half of Jensen's live show in front of the studio window. Now it's Jensen's turn.

Warnings/Author Notes: Oh, you guys are gonna kill me. *facepalm*

Jared has always liked his guys a little rough around the edges, casual and relaxed. He prefers diners to expensive restaurants, and wants to chill with someone who's more comfortable in a dive bar than some fancy cigar lounge. That's probably why he's never pursued the relationship his parents wish he would with Tom, the curator of a small local history museum a few blocks away from the coffee shop.

With all the subtlety of a frying pan to the side of the head, his dad invited Tom to join them for dinner during Jared's first week back home and made it none too obvious that he thought this was the kind of guy Jared would be interested in now that he wasn't some frivolous frat boy anymore. Tom's not a bad guy or anything, but he's not exactly the kind of man Jared sees enjoying beer and nachos during Monday Night Football.

Still, Tom's easy on the eyes. Coupled with the way he sucks cock like a pro, and added to the fact that there aren't exactly a lot of openly gay men in a town this size, Jared doesn't mind having dinner with him on occasion. This occasion happens to be that Jared is so sexually frustrated he thinks he might explode, but Tom doesn't need to know that.

Earlier today, he and Jensen made no apologies for the way they blatantly hit on each other. As soon as the power flickered back on, Jensen was talking about needing to get back to work and Jared couldn't get back downstairs to check on the damn ice machine fast enough. Another hour of sweating it out on Jared's living room floor could have yielded interesting results, but Jared's pretty sure he'll never know now.

Maybe Sophia has a point when she says that “too much foreplay spoils the main event.” It's almost like they're both afraid taking it any further will ruin the fun thing they have going at this point. It's not conscious or anything – Jared's not an idiot – but the theory does carry some weight.

Jared is sprawled out on the couch, Tom's mouth hot against his throat, when he realizes he should absolutely not be thinking about Jensen right now. In fact, the whole reason that he brought Tom back to his place was so that he could forget about that guy across the street for a few hours and find some relief from all this tension that is stretching thinner by the minute.

So it's probably a mistake when he rolls his head against the arm of the couch as Tom's teeth scrape his collarbone, because that's when Jared sees the light on in Jensen's studio. The mouth against his sternum, trailing slowly down his stomach, feels good and all, but Jensen is solely focused on the face of the figure he's sculpting and it's suddenly far more interesting than the way Tom is working his pants open in this room.

“Here, wait,” Jared threads his fingers through Tom's hair and pulls on his head a little bit. “Just let me,” he grunts and struggles to sit. It's a douche move, Jared is aware of that, but Jensen's hands smoothing so gently over that clay are too irresistible. He tells himself what Tom doesn't know won't hurt him, and sinks back on the couch to get a better view of the studio. Tom is looking a little skeptical from his place on the floor between Jared's spread thighs, so Jared reaches for the back of his neck and smiles as fondly as he can. “Wanna be able to see everything.” It's not a total lie.

This has got to be some kind of sign. His crush on Jensen is bordering on a weird obsession now, but Jared can't, or doesn't want to, find the will to stop it. There's something about Jensen that he hasn't felt since college, when it was perfectly acceptable to tease someone for hours at a party before taking them home to follow through on the promises he'd been making all night. It was fun back then, and it's fun with Jensen now.

He's loose and unpredictable, intriguing and exciting. There's an honesty in the way that looks at Jared that Jared is never going to find with someone like Tom, all rigid, polished and too concerned about what other people see when they look at him. That's not the guy Jared is ready to be.

Tom swallows him down at the exact moment Jensen turns his head in the direction of Jared's apartment. The slick feeling of Tom's tongue combined with the way Jensen tilts his head and then steps closer to the window nearly sends Jared over the edge in less than a second. He really has no way of knowing if Jensen can even see him – the only light on in Jared's place is the lamp on the end table – but when Jensen abandons his work all together to step fully to the window, Jared has a pretty good idea.

A part of him wants to be embarrassed, but Tom is making the most obscene noises as he works Jared's cock with his mouth and his hand, and Jensen is watching like this is a movie he paid nine fifty to see. It's hotter than it has any right to be, and when Jensen lowers his hand to his jeans and shifts his hips, Jared can't hold back anymore.

Throwing his head back, he comes so hard the edges of his vision go dark, his breath ragged and loud in the otherwise silent apartment. When he opens his eyes again, Tom is climbing onto the couch at his side and Jensen is still staring at him from across the street.

Jared's moral line is blurring faster by the second, but if Jensen wants to watch him return Tom's favor, Jared certainly isn't in any condition to stop him.

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