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raeschaeTitle: Worlds Collide (a Creative Control One Shot)
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Wordcount: 4100
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Prompt(s): Meeting the parents, for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Relaxing Jensen when he's stressed is a job Jared doesn't take lightly. It's also one he doesn't so much mind, especially when Jensen is actually asking him to do it.
It's been awhile since Jared found himself in a place like this, an industrial beat thrumming hot through his chest. These leather pants were shoved so far to the back of his closet, he nearly forgot he owned them; he doesn't remember these boots being so heavy the last time he wore them, either. When he was getting dressed at home, he felt a little ridiculous, his old life like a costume that doesn't quite fit anymore. Now that he's here, though, it's all coming back to him. This was his element once upon a time and tonight it will be again.
His eyes float over the crowd, the lights low enough that nobody will recognize him unless they're paying attention. They're not, too busy with their own agendas to worry about his. Bodies writhe on the dance floor, silhouettes of couples on the outskirts in various stages of desperation and need. When his gaze falls on the bar – or, more accurately, the guy at the bar – he smirks.
Dressed in ripped jeans and a white tee shirt, he sticks out under the black lights, glowing like a beacon amidst a sea of Gothic shadows. It's an inexperienced move, makes him look like he stumbled in off the street with no idea of what he was actually getting into here, but Jared knows better. That tee shirt is not an accident; he intended to stand out in this crowd as much as possible, to be noticed.
Curling his hands into fists at his sides, Jared makes his way to the bar as another guy sidles up to the guy in his sites. He's older than Jared by twenty years, shorter, with a slight paunch that covers the waist band of his dress pants. He's not unattractive, but he's not worthy of the guy he's trying to pick up, either.
“Can I get a Black Russian, and another of whatever he's drinking,” Jared orders when the bartender looks his way. Turning, he leans a hip against the bar and offers a bright smile to his new companion.
Jensen smiles right back, nodding toward the man at his other side. “Ya know, my friend here was just gonna buy me that drink.”
With a shrug, Jared shoots the guy a look over Jensen's shoulder. “Little too slow there, man. Sorry.” There's no apology in his tone. The bartender slides the drinks Jared ordered onto the bar, and he pushes Jensen's toward him with a finger. “Come on.”
He waits for Jensen to step past him and then leads the way along the edge of the crowd with a hand low on Jensen's back. “Lose the shirt,” Jared orders against his ear when they stop in a nondescript corner of the room.
“You don't waste any time, do ya?” Jensen teases, but tears the tee shirt over his head anyway. “What's next? Do I just get down on my knees, or do I wait for you to tell me to?”
There is no way Jensen could possibly know the power that particular suggestion has over Jared, how many times he has fantasized about having Jensen in this setting, on his knees in the shadows. Sipping from his glass, he wills the heat from his chest and shakes his head. “Gotta say, this is the last place I ever wanted to pick you up at the bar.”
In fact, Jared's first instinct upon receiving Jensen's text message request to meet him here tonight was to laugh it off completely. The pants were waiting on the bed when he got home and Jensen was nowhere to be found. He played this one well; he knew Jared would never agree to bring him here, but he would never let Jensen stay in a place like this without supervision.
“Yeah, well, maybe I wanted to do something nice for you for a change,” Jensen shrugs, drinking from his beer bottle while squinting around the room. “I mean, we always do what I wanna do, right? Why not shake it up. Do your world for once.”
Though Jared's not entirely sure that Jensen's motives are pure, he can't deny that it's pretty hot to be here with him. He's close enough to the wall that he's nearly enveloped in darkness, but Jensen is standing out a little farther, drawing a few eyes when he tips his head back to drink his beer. While he hates the idea of people in Jensen's past treating him like a sex object, being here to watch over the objectifying glances is more of a turn on than it probably should be.
Smiling against the rim of his glass, Jared pushes off the wall and presses against Jensen's back. “They're watching you,” he says, lips brushing open against Jensen's neck. “That couple right there, edge of the dance floor, they're watching you.” He takes another drink while he slides a hand over Jensen's hip to lay it flat against his stomach. “I can practically see them thinking about taking you home.”
Jensen leans back, shoulders against Jared's chest while his ass pushes harder against Jared's hips. “They wanna play with me, huh?” His voice is lethargic, eyes focused on the couple who isn't even trying to hide their stares anymore. “Should probably let 'em know I only play with you now.” He turns his head to catch Jared's mouth in a dirty kiss that feels more important than it probably looks.
This, being here with Jared like this, is Jensen's way of saying that he finally gets it. He doesn't need all of the things he used to think he needed to relax and unwind. The way he sags against Jared, moans into the feeling of Jared's tongue against his, tells Jared that he's perfectly content right here, just like this.
He tries to turn, but Jared stops him with a hand on the back of his neck. “Want you to tell me somethin', Jen.” He kisses behind Jensen's ear and lets his hand fall a little lower on his stomach. “Tell me why you really wanted to come here tonight.” He's gotten pretty good at figuring Jensen out in the last year, but sometimes it's good to hear it, to make sure they're on the same page.
“Needed,” Jensen grunts, ass grinding back as Jared teases the skin beneath his jeans, “fuck,” he breathes heavily when Jared rolls his hips forward. “So fuckin' hot.”
Bringing one hand up to grip his jaw, Jared turns Jensen's face enough to growl against his ear, “Focus.”
“Stop distracting me,” Jensen snaps back, and Jared has to bite down on Jensen's bare shoulder to keep from smiling at the characteristic response to an order.
Licking the marks of his teeth, Jared continues to drag the point of his tongue over Jensen's neck. “You wanna get outta here? Take you back to the bathroom, put you on your knees?” Jensen reaches back to grip Jared's hip, to keep him close, his breathing erratic and ragged. “Let you take my cock out, Jen. Hold you in your place, fuck your mouth 'til you're a mess with it? That what you want?”
Jensen used to tense up when Jared teased him, instinctively preparing himself to take a defensive stance and fight for the sake of fighting. Tonight, he's practically boneless against Jared's chest, allowing himself to be molded by Jared's capable hands. It's more significant than Jared has time to ponder at the moment.
The other couple has moved on; Jared's not interested in looking around to see if anyone else is watching when Jensen rests his head against Jared's shoulder, their faces inches apart. “I was gettin' all wound up.” He closes his eyes and runs his tongue along his lower lip. “Freakin' out about this weekend. Need to let it go.”
Jared probably should have suspected as much. Jensen has been shrugging off his parents' visit this weekend as no big deal, but he was bound to get tense about it eventually. He's been back to Texas to see them, and they came to LA once, but Jared was in Pennsylvania for work. For a guy who's never even had a real boyfriend, introducing the one he lives with now to his parents is a pretty huge deal. When that guy is Jensen, who just wants everyone to be pleased with him, it's ten times more stressful.
The fantasy of showing Jensen off, or having him in the bathroom, isn't as appealing anymore. In Jared's opinion, this one calls for hours of spreading him out on the bed, taking his time while all of Jensen's concerns melt into the mattress. After a particularly long day on the set, Jensen gives the best slow massages, and Jared wouldn't mind returning the favor.
The problem is that Jensen isn't Jared. He doesn't respond to the same relaxation techniques; it took Jared awhile to figure that out, but he gets it now.
“I want you to go wait for me in the hall.” He kisses Jensen, a quick and dirty promise, and then takes both of their drinks in his hands. “Don't make any new friends,” he adds with a stern look. Jensen is the king of striking up a conversation with the wrong person without even realizing what he's doing.
Jensen doesn't argue, but he does watch Jared for a second before nodding and heading toward the dimly-lit hallway. When he's gone, Jared returns their glasses to the bar and takes his time to formulate a plan. He has a tendency to over-think things, especially where Jensen is concerned, but Jensen is trusting him to make this work. That's a responsibility he doesn't take lightly.
When he rounds the corner, Jensen is standing near the end of the hall, hands in his pockets and his head bowed toward the ground. Next to him, the older guy from the bar is standing too close, clearly trying to engage Jensen in a conversation. The fact that Jensen is fighting like hell not to respond makes Jared hotter than the way the light plays off the thin layer of sweat on Jensen's shoulders and chest.
“It's too late, man. Already told you, you were too slow,” Jared announces his presence with an amused smile, though everything inside him just wants to punch the guy in the throat. “Why don't you take a damn hint and back the fuck off, huh?”
“Hey, man,,” the guy shoots back, clearly not as intimidated as he should be by Jared's considerably larger stature, “He ain't collared. Go find another toy to play with.”
Jared almost feels sorry for him when the guy reaches out to touch Jensen's shoulder. Jensen flinches, but Jared's pretty sure that's because he knows what happens next. Jared wraps his hand around the guy's fingers, squeezing just enough to make him feel it for awhile. “Maybe I was being unclear,” Jared says, chuckling softly as he twists the guy's hand just a little. “He,” he nods toward Jensen, “is mine.”
To say that the guy backs down is a bit of an understatement. Without bothering to preserve his dignity, he holds his hands up in surrender and then flees down the hall.
Jensen looks up with a guilty expression when they're alone again. “Sorry. I wasn't trying to-,”
Taking both sides of Jensen's head in his hands, Jared kisses him deeper than he intended. Eyes drooping lazily, Jensen looks up when they part. “You did exactly what I asked,” Jared encourages, fingers ghosting down Jensen's arms to grasp his wrists. “Thanks.”
There is a thin curtain to Jensen's left, separating the store room from view of the hall, and Jared wordlessly directs Jensen through it. He hasn't been back here in a few years, but it's the perfect location.
“On your knees,” Jared commands, his back to the curtain. Just because he has a bit of an exhibitionism kink, he's not interested in anyone seeing too much of Jensen, should they be interrupted.
Jensen raises an eyebrow and looks around, assessing the situation. “Dude, this isn't exactly private.” When Jared's hands still against his belt buckle, Jensen rolls his eyes and heaves a sigh, like it's okay for him to be a contrary ass now that they're alone. “You're not gonna make me yell porno bull shit so everybody knows you're ownin' my ass in here, are you?” He's complaining while he lowers himself to his knees, so Jared isn't going to call him on it.
With a cocky smirk, Jared works his belt through the buckle and then reaches for the back of Jensen's neck. “Your mouth is gonna be too full to yell anything,” he winks, and Jensen rolls his eyes, but he's leaning back into Jared's hand pliantly. “Take it out.”
Jensen's hands work quickly, opening Jared's pants and plunging inside to pull his cock out. He's barely half hard, but he knows Jensen prefers it that way. He's always loved the feeling of Jared getting hard against his tongue, stretching his mouth until it's almost too much. He made Jared a fan pretty quick, too.
“Go ahead,” he urges, sliding his hand against the back of Jensen's head, gripping tighter when he runs his open mouth up one side, licks across the head, and then sucks down the other side. It's one of the hottest things Jared has ever seen - like a religious experience, the way Jensen reverently runs his fingers over Jared's balls and loses himself in something akin to worship when he sucks the head between his lips.
Due in part to the slick heat of Jensen's mouth, and in part to the enthusiastic way the he goes about this, it doesn't take long for Jared to get achingly hard. There's nothing prim or proper about the way Jensen sucks dick; it's wet and messy in all the right ways, spit gathering in the corners of his mouth as he slides Jared in and out of his mouth with practiced ease.
It takes everything he has to pull on the back of Jensen's head. Jensen leans back immediately, tongue darting out to wet his lips, while his fingers dig into Jared's thighs hard enough to bruise, the expression on his face the definition of 'cock-hungry.'
Jared scratches his fingers against the back of Jensen's hair, smiling when Jensen meets his eye. “Your choice, Jen,” he says, though words are a little harder to form than he thought they would be – Jensen looks really fucking good on his knees, Jared's hard cock leaving a wet trail when he drags it over Jensen's cheek and lips. “You can finish me off with your mouth, but you'll have to wait until we get home for me to make you come. Or you can let me fuck you, and you get off before we leave.”
The choice might be difficult for most other guys, but Jared already knows what Jensen is going to choose before he issues the ultimatum. If he had his say, he'd have Jensen bent over that bench on the other end of the room, begging so that anyone who walks by could hear. Tonight, it's not about what Jared wants, though; it's about what Jensen needs.
Barely taking a second to think about it, Jensen surges forward and takes Jared into his mouth again. Running his thumb over Jensen's cheek, he groans at the feeling of his dick inside Jensen's mouth. The way Jensen moans around him says that he's not hating it, either. Before Jensen, Jared had gotten some great blow jobs, but none of those guys loved it as much as Jensen does.
Jared's getting closer just from this, Jensen taking him deep and making the most obscene noises, but it's not going to be enough. Sliding his hand around the back of Jensen's head again, he waits for Jensen to still before pushing his hips forward. Jensen's good at setting the pace Jared likes, but Jared knows how Jensen needs it. He's not a fan of pain when he's being fucked, but this way, he wants it shoved to the back of his throat, hard and fast.
If the way Jensen digs his fingers into Jared's leg and shifts around on the floor are any indication, he's straining against the zipper of his jeans, desperate to jam his hands down his pants and find his own release. He won't because Jared told him not to, but he's on the edge of losing it now. If he stands a chance of holding off, Jared's going to have to find a way to finish this fairly quickly. He's not in the habit of setting Jensen up for failure.
Obviously on the same wavelength, Jensen hollows his cheeks and slides one hand from Jared's thigh to his balls, rolling and stroking them while he sucks Jared as hard as he can. When his other hand starts to drift back toward Jared's ass, the possibility of that touch is all Jared needs to tug once at Jensen's head in warning before he's done.
Jensen swallows him down, sitting back on his heels to wipe the excess from his lips and chin while Jared tucks himself back into his pants. He's panting, rocking just a little, his mouth red and his hair disheveled. No one will ever convince Jared that there is anything sexier than a debauched Jensen.
Helping Jensen to his feet, Jared leans in for a quick kiss before rolling his shoulders and running his fingers through his hair. “You ready to get outta here?”
It's a stupid question and Jensen doesn't dignify it with a response. Instead, he hooks a finger through Jared's belt loop and pushes him toward the curtain. “Take me home and let me come, bitch.”
Jared laughs as he stops outside the store room to let Jensen walk in front of him. With his hands on Jensen's hips, he smirks a little at the people waiting in the hallway. They all know what was happening in that room, and he's damn proud of that. Kissing the side of Jensen's head, they step back into the club and Jared stops.
“You know the owner of this place?” Jensen asks. Jared nods. “Safe to leave my car here overnight?” When he nods again, Jensen smiles happily. “Awesome. You can bring me back in the morning, after you fuck me to sleep tonight.”
There's nothing Jared wants to do more.
*
By the time Jensen's parents show up on Friday night, he actually seems to be handling things pretty well. His most recent job ended on Thursday afternoon, so he went into obsessive cleaning mode for awhile that night but, for the most part, he's been pretty laid back about their impending arrival.
Jared would be lying if he said that he wasn't expecting Jensen's parents to be a little controlling or judgmental. He's always suspected that there's some underlying reason that Jensen needs to please people so badly, and assuming that the reason has something to do with his parents isn't unreasonable.
It's surprising, to say the least, when he finds Jensen's dad to be incredibly charming, and his mother is extremely sweet. They ask a lot of questions, the kind that would drive Jensen crazy if Jared wasn't rubbing the back of his neck and keeping him grounded, but they're concerned parents. Jared is well-aware of who Jensen used to be, so he really can't blame them for needing to make sure that he's taking care of himself and doing well.
They've just finished dinner – Jensen is out on the deck with his dad – when his mom corners Jared in the kitchen. “I've got to give it to you, Jared, you really seem to know how to handle him.”
As is always the case with anyone outside of their relationship, Jared feels an automatic urge to tell her Jensen doesn't need handling. He's an adult, perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and it drives Jared crazy when anyone – Jensen included – implies that he can't. He knows better than to correct Jensen's mother during their first meeting, though, so he just smiles tightly and sets a few plastic containers in the refrigerator.
“Yeah, well, he's got my number, too,” he says, resting his hip against the counter when he's finished with the leftovers.
Jensen's mother grins softly and crosses her arms over her chest. “Jensen has always loved his job, has always been very good at it, but he wasn't happy. He liked to pretend that he was, but for a very long time, he was searching for something.” She tosses a glance over her shoulder and then looks back at Jared. “I'm glad he found it.”
He could correct her, but Jared figures it's all just semantics to Jensen's mom. Her son is happy – one look outside confirms that much to anyone with eyes – and that's all that really matters to her. Truthfully, it's all that really matters to Jared, too, so he just nods. “I am, too.”
The sound of the door opening quiets them both, and Jensen looks furtively between them as he steps up behind his mother, hands resting on her shoulders. “Dad wants a beer,” he explains, dropping a quick kiss on her cheek while Jared grabs a bottle from the refrigerator.
“I will just take this outside then,” his mom announces, plucking the bottle out of Jared's hand before he can give it to Jensen. “We should have dessert out there.”
They both watch her go and then Jensen turns on his heel, posture relaxed and smile genuine. He loops his arms around Jared's waist and accepts a kiss. “She givin' you the 'thanks for savin' my boy' speech?” Jared just tilts his head in a nod. “She says that every damn time we talk. Thinks you're a goddamn saint.” His hands slide down to Jared's ass. “She clearly doesn't know you like I do.”
“Hey,” Jared interject, fingers digging into Jensen's side until he squirms. Settling back down again, runs a hand over the top of Jensen's head and down over his neck. “You're looser than I thought you would be.”
“Not what you said last night,” Jensen counters, shooting Jared a toothy, cheesy grin. “I don't know, man. Think your gettin' better at helpin' me unwind.” Tilting his head in consideration, his expression grows contemplative. “Or maybe I just need to spend more time in leather bars.”
“Yeah, I'm gonna have to vote the former.” He kisses Jensen again, slower this time, heated with intent. “We should probably take dessert out there to your parents sometime soon.”
With a nod, Jensen takes a step back and runs his hand over the back of his neck. He waits for Jared to cut the cheesecake he picked up on on the way home from work and then accepts two of the plates and balances the dessert forks on the edge of one. He heads out of the kitchen, but then stops near the patio door and turns. “Hey, Jared?”
Soft light filters in from outside, reflected off of Jensen's skin like it did the other night at the club. “Yeah?” he asks, shaking his head a little bit to keep himself from thinking about that right now. It wouldn't exactly lead to activities Jensen's parents have any business seeing.
Jensen opens his mouth to speak and then shakes his head. “Nothin', man. Never mind. Just.” He stammers again, but only finishes his sentence with a sincere, “I love you.”
It's the first time Jensen's ever said the words unprovoked and it stops Jared dead in his tracks. Outside, Jensen sinks into the chair between his parents and hands them each a plate, laughing at something his dad says while draping an arm over the back of his mom's chair. He doesn't know much about them yet, but if this Jensen is going to come out when they're around, Jared will buy them a house down the street.
Author:
raeschaeWordcount: 4100
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Prompt(s): Meeting the parents, for my
schmoop_bingo card.Summary: Relaxing Jensen when he's stressed is a job Jared doesn't take lightly. It's also one he doesn't so much mind, especially when Jensen is actually asking him to do it.
It's been awhile since Jared found himself in a place like this, an industrial beat thrumming hot through his chest. These leather pants were shoved so far to the back of his closet, he nearly forgot he owned them; he doesn't remember these boots being so heavy the last time he wore them, either. When he was getting dressed at home, he felt a little ridiculous, his old life like a costume that doesn't quite fit anymore. Now that he's here, though, it's all coming back to him. This was his element once upon a time and tonight it will be again.
His eyes float over the crowd, the lights low enough that nobody will recognize him unless they're paying attention. They're not, too busy with their own agendas to worry about his. Bodies writhe on the dance floor, silhouettes of couples on the outskirts in various stages of desperation and need. When his gaze falls on the bar – or, more accurately, the guy at the bar – he smirks.
Dressed in ripped jeans and a white tee shirt, he sticks out under the black lights, glowing like a beacon amidst a sea of Gothic shadows. It's an inexperienced move, makes him look like he stumbled in off the street with no idea of what he was actually getting into here, but Jared knows better. That tee shirt is not an accident; he intended to stand out in this crowd as much as possible, to be noticed.
Curling his hands into fists at his sides, Jared makes his way to the bar as another guy sidles up to the guy in his sites. He's older than Jared by twenty years, shorter, with a slight paunch that covers the waist band of his dress pants. He's not unattractive, but he's not worthy of the guy he's trying to pick up, either.
“Can I get a Black Russian, and another of whatever he's drinking,” Jared orders when the bartender looks his way. Turning, he leans a hip against the bar and offers a bright smile to his new companion.
Jensen smiles right back, nodding toward the man at his other side. “Ya know, my friend here was just gonna buy me that drink.”
With a shrug, Jared shoots the guy a look over Jensen's shoulder. “Little too slow there, man. Sorry.” There's no apology in his tone. The bartender slides the drinks Jared ordered onto the bar, and he pushes Jensen's toward him with a finger. “Come on.”
He waits for Jensen to step past him and then leads the way along the edge of the crowd with a hand low on Jensen's back. “Lose the shirt,” Jared orders against his ear when they stop in a nondescript corner of the room.
“You don't waste any time, do ya?” Jensen teases, but tears the tee shirt over his head anyway. “What's next? Do I just get down on my knees, or do I wait for you to tell me to?”
There is no way Jensen could possibly know the power that particular suggestion has over Jared, how many times he has fantasized about having Jensen in this setting, on his knees in the shadows. Sipping from his glass, he wills the heat from his chest and shakes his head. “Gotta say, this is the last place I ever wanted to pick you up at the bar.”
In fact, Jared's first instinct upon receiving Jensen's text message request to meet him here tonight was to laugh it off completely. The pants were waiting on the bed when he got home and Jensen was nowhere to be found. He played this one well; he knew Jared would never agree to bring him here, but he would never let Jensen stay in a place like this without supervision.
“Yeah, well, maybe I wanted to do something nice for you for a change,” Jensen shrugs, drinking from his beer bottle while squinting around the room. “I mean, we always do what I wanna do, right? Why not shake it up. Do your world for once.”
Though Jared's not entirely sure that Jensen's motives are pure, he can't deny that it's pretty hot to be here with him. He's close enough to the wall that he's nearly enveloped in darkness, but Jensen is standing out a little farther, drawing a few eyes when he tips his head back to drink his beer. While he hates the idea of people in Jensen's past treating him like a sex object, being here to watch over the objectifying glances is more of a turn on than it probably should be.
Smiling against the rim of his glass, Jared pushes off the wall and presses against Jensen's back. “They're watching you,” he says, lips brushing open against Jensen's neck. “That couple right there, edge of the dance floor, they're watching you.” He takes another drink while he slides a hand over Jensen's hip to lay it flat against his stomach. “I can practically see them thinking about taking you home.”
Jensen leans back, shoulders against Jared's chest while his ass pushes harder against Jared's hips. “They wanna play with me, huh?” His voice is lethargic, eyes focused on the couple who isn't even trying to hide their stares anymore. “Should probably let 'em know I only play with you now.” He turns his head to catch Jared's mouth in a dirty kiss that feels more important than it probably looks.
This, being here with Jared like this, is Jensen's way of saying that he finally gets it. He doesn't need all of the things he used to think he needed to relax and unwind. The way he sags against Jared, moans into the feeling of Jared's tongue against his, tells Jared that he's perfectly content right here, just like this.
He tries to turn, but Jared stops him with a hand on the back of his neck. “Want you to tell me somethin', Jen.” He kisses behind Jensen's ear and lets his hand fall a little lower on his stomach. “Tell me why you really wanted to come here tonight.” He's gotten pretty good at figuring Jensen out in the last year, but sometimes it's good to hear it, to make sure they're on the same page.
“Needed,” Jensen grunts, ass grinding back as Jared teases the skin beneath his jeans, “fuck,” he breathes heavily when Jared rolls his hips forward. “So fuckin' hot.”
Bringing one hand up to grip his jaw, Jared turns Jensen's face enough to growl against his ear, “Focus.”
“Stop distracting me,” Jensen snaps back, and Jared has to bite down on Jensen's bare shoulder to keep from smiling at the characteristic response to an order.
Licking the marks of his teeth, Jared continues to drag the point of his tongue over Jensen's neck. “You wanna get outta here? Take you back to the bathroom, put you on your knees?” Jensen reaches back to grip Jared's hip, to keep him close, his breathing erratic and ragged. “Let you take my cock out, Jen. Hold you in your place, fuck your mouth 'til you're a mess with it? That what you want?”
Jensen used to tense up when Jared teased him, instinctively preparing himself to take a defensive stance and fight for the sake of fighting. Tonight, he's practically boneless against Jared's chest, allowing himself to be molded by Jared's capable hands. It's more significant than Jared has time to ponder at the moment.
The other couple has moved on; Jared's not interested in looking around to see if anyone else is watching when Jensen rests his head against Jared's shoulder, their faces inches apart. “I was gettin' all wound up.” He closes his eyes and runs his tongue along his lower lip. “Freakin' out about this weekend. Need to let it go.”
Jared probably should have suspected as much. Jensen has been shrugging off his parents' visit this weekend as no big deal, but he was bound to get tense about it eventually. He's been back to Texas to see them, and they came to LA once, but Jared was in Pennsylvania for work. For a guy who's never even had a real boyfriend, introducing the one he lives with now to his parents is a pretty huge deal. When that guy is Jensen, who just wants everyone to be pleased with him, it's ten times more stressful.
The fantasy of showing Jensen off, or having him in the bathroom, isn't as appealing anymore. In Jared's opinion, this one calls for hours of spreading him out on the bed, taking his time while all of Jensen's concerns melt into the mattress. After a particularly long day on the set, Jensen gives the best slow massages, and Jared wouldn't mind returning the favor.
The problem is that Jensen isn't Jared. He doesn't respond to the same relaxation techniques; it took Jared awhile to figure that out, but he gets it now.
“I want you to go wait for me in the hall.” He kisses Jensen, a quick and dirty promise, and then takes both of their drinks in his hands. “Don't make any new friends,” he adds with a stern look. Jensen is the king of striking up a conversation with the wrong person without even realizing what he's doing.
Jensen doesn't argue, but he does watch Jared for a second before nodding and heading toward the dimly-lit hallway. When he's gone, Jared returns their glasses to the bar and takes his time to formulate a plan. He has a tendency to over-think things, especially where Jensen is concerned, but Jensen is trusting him to make this work. That's a responsibility he doesn't take lightly.
When he rounds the corner, Jensen is standing near the end of the hall, hands in his pockets and his head bowed toward the ground. Next to him, the older guy from the bar is standing too close, clearly trying to engage Jensen in a conversation. The fact that Jensen is fighting like hell not to respond makes Jared hotter than the way the light plays off the thin layer of sweat on Jensen's shoulders and chest.
“It's too late, man. Already told you, you were too slow,” Jared announces his presence with an amused smile, though everything inside him just wants to punch the guy in the throat. “Why don't you take a damn hint and back the fuck off, huh?”
“Hey, man,,” the guy shoots back, clearly not as intimidated as he should be by Jared's considerably larger stature, “He ain't collared. Go find another toy to play with.”
Jared almost feels sorry for him when the guy reaches out to touch Jensen's shoulder. Jensen flinches, but Jared's pretty sure that's because he knows what happens next. Jared wraps his hand around the guy's fingers, squeezing just enough to make him feel it for awhile. “Maybe I was being unclear,” Jared says, chuckling softly as he twists the guy's hand just a little. “He,” he nods toward Jensen, “is mine.”
To say that the guy backs down is a bit of an understatement. Without bothering to preserve his dignity, he holds his hands up in surrender and then flees down the hall.
Jensen looks up with a guilty expression when they're alone again. “Sorry. I wasn't trying to-,”
Taking both sides of Jensen's head in his hands, Jared kisses him deeper than he intended. Eyes drooping lazily, Jensen looks up when they part. “You did exactly what I asked,” Jared encourages, fingers ghosting down Jensen's arms to grasp his wrists. “Thanks.”
There is a thin curtain to Jensen's left, separating the store room from view of the hall, and Jared wordlessly directs Jensen through it. He hasn't been back here in a few years, but it's the perfect location.
“On your knees,” Jared commands, his back to the curtain. Just because he has a bit of an exhibitionism kink, he's not interested in anyone seeing too much of Jensen, should they be interrupted.
Jensen raises an eyebrow and looks around, assessing the situation. “Dude, this isn't exactly private.” When Jared's hands still against his belt buckle, Jensen rolls his eyes and heaves a sigh, like it's okay for him to be a contrary ass now that they're alone. “You're not gonna make me yell porno bull shit so everybody knows you're ownin' my ass in here, are you?” He's complaining while he lowers himself to his knees, so Jared isn't going to call him on it.
With a cocky smirk, Jared works his belt through the buckle and then reaches for the back of Jensen's neck. “Your mouth is gonna be too full to yell anything,” he winks, and Jensen rolls his eyes, but he's leaning back into Jared's hand pliantly. “Take it out.”
Jensen's hands work quickly, opening Jared's pants and plunging inside to pull his cock out. He's barely half hard, but he knows Jensen prefers it that way. He's always loved the feeling of Jared getting hard against his tongue, stretching his mouth until it's almost too much. He made Jared a fan pretty quick, too.
“Go ahead,” he urges, sliding his hand against the back of Jensen's head, gripping tighter when he runs his open mouth up one side, licks across the head, and then sucks down the other side. It's one of the hottest things Jared has ever seen - like a religious experience, the way Jensen reverently runs his fingers over Jared's balls and loses himself in something akin to worship when he sucks the head between his lips.
Due in part to the slick heat of Jensen's mouth, and in part to the enthusiastic way the he goes about this, it doesn't take long for Jared to get achingly hard. There's nothing prim or proper about the way Jensen sucks dick; it's wet and messy in all the right ways, spit gathering in the corners of his mouth as he slides Jared in and out of his mouth with practiced ease.
It takes everything he has to pull on the back of Jensen's head. Jensen leans back immediately, tongue darting out to wet his lips, while his fingers dig into Jared's thighs hard enough to bruise, the expression on his face the definition of 'cock-hungry.'
Jared scratches his fingers against the back of Jensen's hair, smiling when Jensen meets his eye. “Your choice, Jen,” he says, though words are a little harder to form than he thought they would be – Jensen looks really fucking good on his knees, Jared's hard cock leaving a wet trail when he drags it over Jensen's cheek and lips. “You can finish me off with your mouth, but you'll have to wait until we get home for me to make you come. Or you can let me fuck you, and you get off before we leave.”
The choice might be difficult for most other guys, but Jared already knows what Jensen is going to choose before he issues the ultimatum. If he had his say, he'd have Jensen bent over that bench on the other end of the room, begging so that anyone who walks by could hear. Tonight, it's not about what Jared wants, though; it's about what Jensen needs.
Barely taking a second to think about it, Jensen surges forward and takes Jared into his mouth again. Running his thumb over Jensen's cheek, he groans at the feeling of his dick inside Jensen's mouth. The way Jensen moans around him says that he's not hating it, either. Before Jensen, Jared had gotten some great blow jobs, but none of those guys loved it as much as Jensen does.
Jared's getting closer just from this, Jensen taking him deep and making the most obscene noises, but it's not going to be enough. Sliding his hand around the back of Jensen's head again, he waits for Jensen to still before pushing his hips forward. Jensen's good at setting the pace Jared likes, but Jared knows how Jensen needs it. He's not a fan of pain when he's being fucked, but this way, he wants it shoved to the back of his throat, hard and fast.
If the way Jensen digs his fingers into Jared's leg and shifts around on the floor are any indication, he's straining against the zipper of his jeans, desperate to jam his hands down his pants and find his own release. He won't because Jared told him not to, but he's on the edge of losing it now. If he stands a chance of holding off, Jared's going to have to find a way to finish this fairly quickly. He's not in the habit of setting Jensen up for failure.
Obviously on the same wavelength, Jensen hollows his cheeks and slides one hand from Jared's thigh to his balls, rolling and stroking them while he sucks Jared as hard as he can. When his other hand starts to drift back toward Jared's ass, the possibility of that touch is all Jared needs to tug once at Jensen's head in warning before he's done.
Jensen swallows him down, sitting back on his heels to wipe the excess from his lips and chin while Jared tucks himself back into his pants. He's panting, rocking just a little, his mouth red and his hair disheveled. No one will ever convince Jared that there is anything sexier than a debauched Jensen.
Helping Jensen to his feet, Jared leans in for a quick kiss before rolling his shoulders and running his fingers through his hair. “You ready to get outta here?”
It's a stupid question and Jensen doesn't dignify it with a response. Instead, he hooks a finger through Jared's belt loop and pushes him toward the curtain. “Take me home and let me come, bitch.”
Jared laughs as he stops outside the store room to let Jensen walk in front of him. With his hands on Jensen's hips, he smirks a little at the people waiting in the hallway. They all know what was happening in that room, and he's damn proud of that. Kissing the side of Jensen's head, they step back into the club and Jared stops.
“You know the owner of this place?” Jensen asks. Jared nods. “Safe to leave my car here overnight?” When he nods again, Jensen smiles happily. “Awesome. You can bring me back in the morning, after you fuck me to sleep tonight.”
There's nothing Jared wants to do more.
*
By the time Jensen's parents show up on Friday night, he actually seems to be handling things pretty well. His most recent job ended on Thursday afternoon, so he went into obsessive cleaning mode for awhile that night but, for the most part, he's been pretty laid back about their impending arrival.
Jared would be lying if he said that he wasn't expecting Jensen's parents to be a little controlling or judgmental. He's always suspected that there's some underlying reason that Jensen needs to please people so badly, and assuming that the reason has something to do with his parents isn't unreasonable.
It's surprising, to say the least, when he finds Jensen's dad to be incredibly charming, and his mother is extremely sweet. They ask a lot of questions, the kind that would drive Jensen crazy if Jared wasn't rubbing the back of his neck and keeping him grounded, but they're concerned parents. Jared is well-aware of who Jensen used to be, so he really can't blame them for needing to make sure that he's taking care of himself and doing well.
They've just finished dinner – Jensen is out on the deck with his dad – when his mom corners Jared in the kitchen. “I've got to give it to you, Jared, you really seem to know how to handle him.”
As is always the case with anyone outside of their relationship, Jared feels an automatic urge to tell her Jensen doesn't need handling. He's an adult, perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and it drives Jared crazy when anyone – Jensen included – implies that he can't. He knows better than to correct Jensen's mother during their first meeting, though, so he just smiles tightly and sets a few plastic containers in the refrigerator.
“Yeah, well, he's got my number, too,” he says, resting his hip against the counter when he's finished with the leftovers.
Jensen's mother grins softly and crosses her arms over her chest. “Jensen has always loved his job, has always been very good at it, but he wasn't happy. He liked to pretend that he was, but for a very long time, he was searching for something.” She tosses a glance over her shoulder and then looks back at Jared. “I'm glad he found it.”
He could correct her, but Jared figures it's all just semantics to Jensen's mom. Her son is happy – one look outside confirms that much to anyone with eyes – and that's all that really matters to her. Truthfully, it's all that really matters to Jared, too, so he just nods. “I am, too.”
The sound of the door opening quiets them both, and Jensen looks furtively between them as he steps up behind his mother, hands resting on her shoulders. “Dad wants a beer,” he explains, dropping a quick kiss on her cheek while Jared grabs a bottle from the refrigerator.
“I will just take this outside then,” his mom announces, plucking the bottle out of Jared's hand before he can give it to Jensen. “We should have dessert out there.”
They both watch her go and then Jensen turns on his heel, posture relaxed and smile genuine. He loops his arms around Jared's waist and accepts a kiss. “She givin' you the 'thanks for savin' my boy' speech?” Jared just tilts his head in a nod. “She says that every damn time we talk. Thinks you're a goddamn saint.” His hands slide down to Jared's ass. “She clearly doesn't know you like I do.”
“Hey,” Jared interject, fingers digging into Jensen's side until he squirms. Settling back down again, runs a hand over the top of Jensen's head and down over his neck. “You're looser than I thought you would be.”
“Not what you said last night,” Jensen counters, shooting Jared a toothy, cheesy grin. “I don't know, man. Think your gettin' better at helpin' me unwind.” Tilting his head in consideration, his expression grows contemplative. “Or maybe I just need to spend more time in leather bars.”
“Yeah, I'm gonna have to vote the former.” He kisses Jensen again, slower this time, heated with intent. “We should probably take dessert out there to your parents sometime soon.”
With a nod, Jensen takes a step back and runs his hand over the back of his neck. He waits for Jared to cut the cheesecake he picked up on on the way home from work and then accepts two of the plates and balances the dessert forks on the edge of one. He heads out of the kitchen, but then stops near the patio door and turns. “Hey, Jared?”
Soft light filters in from outside, reflected off of Jensen's skin like it did the other night at the club. “Yeah?” he asks, shaking his head a little bit to keep himself from thinking about that right now. It wouldn't exactly lead to activities Jensen's parents have any business seeing.
Jensen opens his mouth to speak and then shakes his head. “Nothin', man. Never mind. Just.” He stammers again, but only finishes his sentence with a sincere, “I love you.”
It's the first time Jensen's ever said the words unprovoked and it stops Jared dead in his tracks. Outside, Jensen sinks into the chair between his parents and hands them each a plate, laughing at something his dad says while draping an arm over the back of his mom's chair. He doesn't know much about them yet, but if this Jensen is going to come out when they're around, Jared will buy them a house down the street.
