SPN RPF Fic: Love Beyond the Color Spectrum

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Title: Love Beyond the Color Spectrum
Fandom: Supernatural RPF
Summary: Jared's fabulous, oblivious, and straight. Jensen's just gay. Also- they're totally not dating. J2 AU. Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: ~5500
Spoilers/Warnings: None.
AN: Mainly, this is schmoop.
 

On Thursday, he’s helping Danneel sort through a stack of rough drafts when she touches his wrist and says in an odd tone of voice, “Hey Jared, when was the last time you went out on a date?”

“Um,” says Jared, because Danneel’s nice and all, but he’s an intern and she’s one of his mentors, so he’s pretty sure this line of conversation can only end up in the zone of sexual harassment.

Danneel must see the panic in his eyes, because she makes an impatient tsking noise and says, “I’m not asking you out for me, you giant lump. I was hoping I could set you up with a friend.”

“Um,” says Jared again, because he’s still pretty sure this falls somewhere under sexual harassment. He hedges.  “It’s been awhile, I guess.”

Since he almost married Sandy, he thinks. So at least seven months.

Jared doesn’t do break ups well.

“So you won’t mind going out to dinner with my friend this weekend,” says Danneel brightly.

“Who’s your friend?” asks Jared, in lieu of actually answering Danneel’s question.

There’s a pause, and then Danneel smiles. It’s a smile that makes Jared feel like a wolf who’s just been spotted from Sarah Palin’s aircraft, that is to say, doomed.  And right then, he knows he’s going to agree.

“Jenny,” says Danneel finally. “Their name’s Jenny.”

*****

So that’s how Jared ends up at an Italian restaurant he probably can’t afford to eat at, waiting for his blind date. He feels sort of stupid. He doesn’t even know what “Jenny” looks like. Danneel had just smiled and said, “Don’t worry. Jenny will find you.”

Which was not at all comforting. But at least whatever girl Danneel tries to hook him up with should be less… herpes-positive than the ones his roommate Chad keeps throwing at him.

He’s been idly flipping through the menu for about ten minutes, when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He half turns in his seat, and there’s a guy kind of leaning above him, young looking and nicely dressed.

“Jared?” says the guy, a little hopefully. Which is kind of weird, because why would he be hopeful that Jared was Jared? But he knows his name, which means the dude’s definitely not the waiter. “You’re Jared, right?”

“Yeah…” says Jared warily. He wracks his brain, trying to remember if he’s seen this guy before. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t, because the guy has the kind of face it’d be impossible to forget: huge green eyes, amazing lips, slightly crooked nose, freckles. And okay, that’s even weirder, because Jared never notices a guy’s features. It’s just not his thing.

The guy smiles, looks relieved. “Hey,” he says, holding out his hand. “I’m Jensen.”

Jared continues to stare at him blankly, and the guy drops his hand.

“Danneel’s friend?” says Jensen tentatively, and it all clicks.

“Wait,” says Jared. “You’re Jenny?”

Jensen cringes. “Did she really call me Jenny?” he asks plaintively.

“Yeah,” says Jared. And oh God, he’s going to kill Dani tomorrow. “I mean, I kinda thought-”

Jensen’s eyes go big, well, bigger, and he swears softly under his breath.

“You thought I was a chick,” he says.

Jared nods. “Pretty much. Jenny’s kind of, you know, girly for a nickname.”

“She’s the only one who calls me that,” says Jensen dryly. He fidgets and eyes Jared’s shirt. “You’d wear that to a date with a woman?”

“It complements my reflection,” says Jared defensively. “And pink is very in right now.”

“Yeah,” smirks Jensen. “If you’re a four year old girl.”

Jared manages to glare at Jensen for about three seconds, and then he bursts into laughter. Jensen laughs too, and it makes his whole face light up.

He has a nice laugh, thinks Jared.

“So this is awkward?” he says. “I’m not alone in thinking this is awkward?”

Jensen nods. “Very awkward,” he agrees. He glances at the door. “I should probably just…”

“No way,” says Jared, waving at Jensen to sit. He beams up at him. “We’re both here. Might as well eat, right?”

Jensen looks like he wants to say no, face twisting up, and Jared gives him his best puppy dog eyes. It always works on his girlfriends, and it works on Jensen now. He can tell the second Jensen gives in. His shoulders sag a little and he stops looking like someone who’s about to tell you they ran over your dog.

“Why not?” he says ruefully, taking the seat across from Jared.

Jared grins and leans across the table. “So, I was thinking I’d order the risotto, but-”

It turns out that Jensen’s awesome. He’s a Texas boy like Jared, and a middle child with a younger sister and an older brother. They spend a lot of time talking about that, and then Jensen tells him that he and Danneel have been best friends since college. So then they talk about college. And it’s…it’s just nice. Jensen’s smart with a dry wit, and he listens sympathetically when Jared tells him about Sandy.

And Jared never tells people he just met about Sandy. He’s also pretty sure it’s not kosher to talk about exes on a first date, but then again, it’s not really a date. Jared’s honestly a little glad Jensen turned out to be a guy. It’s too soon after Sandy for a girlfriend, but a guy can never have too many friends.

Jensen even tries to split the check in half, despite the fact that Jared ordered an appetizer, an entrée, and a dessert. But Jared’s momma taught him better manners than that, so he thanks Jensen and then kindly tells him to shut the hell up. Because when two-thirds of the bill is your fault, you don’t settle for paying half.  

“Hey,” says Jared, after they’ve paid and tipped the waitress. “Give me your number.” He pulls out his phone. “We should hang out again sometimes.”

Jensen looks like he wants to say no again, and Jared’s too hurt to try the puppy dog eyes. He wonders, vaguely panicked, if he came across as a dork or an asshole, if Jensen’s been sitting here the entire time in a tremendous amount of social pain. He seemed like he was having fun- Jared was- but then he remembers Jensen mentioning something about acting. He could have been acting. Jared bets Jensen’s a great actor.

His emotions must show on his face, because suddenly, Jensen’s relenting. He takes Jared’s phone and flips it open to program in his number.

“You really gonna call me?” he asks, expression somewhere between worried and amused.

“Oh, absolutely,” says Jared, taking his phone back from Jensen. He smiles slyly. “You gonna pick up?”

Jensen laughs and nods, and they stand up. Jensen goes for the handshake, but Jared’s not really a handshake kind of guy, and besides, he really likes Jensen.  He pulls Jensen in for a hug. Jensen’s stiff for just a second, and then he relaxes and kind of awkwardly pats Jared on the back. He probably doesn’t get a lot of hugs, which Jared thinks is pretty sad. Hugs are awesome. But maybe hugging’s impractical when you’re gay; other guys might see it as a come on or something.

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on Jensen’s shoulders.

“Thanks,” he says, with his biggest, most blinding grin. “I had a wonderful evening.”

“Yeah,” nods Jensen, looking slightly dazed. “Me too.”

*****

The next morning Jared has work, and as soon as he drops off the edits Kripke’s been bawling for, he marches into Danneel’s office to glare at her.

Her eyes go round as soon as she sees him, and her mouth pinches in like she’s trying to swallow a laugh.

“So,” he says, folding his arms over his chest. He looms above her, just a little bit. For effect. “My date last night.”

She nods. “Your date last night.” She sounds kind of breathy and choked, definitely holding back laughter then. “How’d it go?”

He breaks into a smile and eases back, lulling her into a false sense of security. “Really well, actually. ‘Jenny’ and I had a great time. We’re probably gonna hang out again this Friday.”

Strictly speaking, that’s not exactly true. Well, not yet at least. He hasn’t asked Jensen if he wants to hang out this Friday, but he plans to. And he’s, like, ninety percent positive Jensen’ll say yes.

“Really Jay?” asks Danneel. “That’s… that’s great.”

Some emotion flits across her face that takes Jared a moment to name. Hopeful, he realizes. She was honestly hoping he and Jensen would click and go have lots of gay sex and live in Iowa and adopt little Chinese girls. It almost makes him feel bad for what he’s about to say to her next, but first he has to collect his thoughts after they scattered from the mental image of Jensen and gay sex.

He blinks, and then remembers what he was doing.

“Yeah,” he says, throwing his hands dramatically into the air. “Too bad I’m not gay Dani! I don’t know how many times I’ve told you that.”

Danneel’s expression reels back in to its normal state of superior and vaguely amused. She arches an eyebrow at his Chucks. They’re magenta, and they add an awesome splash of color to his otherwise drab work outfit. Slowly, the corners of her mouth lift up in a smirk.

“Oh, whatever,” he says prissily, and he stalks away.

“I dunno!” she shouts after him. “Those shoes definitely say flaming homosexual.”

Jared flips her off over his shoulder, just on the principle of the thing.

*****

He texts Jensen that evening after he gets off work. He knows there’s some rule about waiting more than twenty-four hours to contact someone after a date, but he and Jensen didn’t actually go on a date. So he figures he’s good.

Hey he texts.

He waits.

Jared?

Yeah. :)

Hey man. What’s up?

N/m. Wanna go out Friday?

There’s a pause, longer than Jared thinks it should take for Jensen to reply. But maybe he’s busy doing something else. Talking to someone. Or something. He wonders if Jensen’s on a date. But, no. That’s stupid. Jensen wouldn’t be texting if he were on a date with someone. He didn’t look at his phone the whole time he was with Jared.

Not that they were, technically speaking, on a date.

Out?

Like to a bar or sumthin.

Another long pause, and Jared shifts uneasily in his chair, waiting for Jensen to reply. Finally, he gets an answer.

Sure.

And he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

*****

The rest of the week drudges by as he waits for Friday to come. He’s impatient at work, snapping at the other interns and he’s bitchy to Danneel when she asks him to bring her coffee, which as an intern, is kind of his job. She normally gets coffee herself, but she’s been working late on a new ad campaign, and the stress is clearly getting to her. So it’s a wonder she doesn’t just bite his head off when he slams the coffee on her desk with a sullen, “Enjoy.”

“Jesus Christ Padalecki!” she snaps, hastily moving the sketch she’s working on away from the coffee that sloshes over the side of the cup. Jared winces. “What the fuck’s your problem?”

“Jared Tristan Padalecki, actually,” he attempts, hoping humor will save him from his imminent castration.

She glares at him, and he feels his kidneys start to fail. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, bowing his head. “I’m just… I got this thing on Friday, and I’m kinda... nervous.”

He didn’t realize he was nervous until just this moment, but now that he’s said it, he realizes it’s the proper word to describe how he’s been feeling since Monday night.

Danneel’s whole body goes still, and slowly, she tilts her face up to look at him. Jared kind of freezes. Danneel has this expression that always reminds him of a shark, and she’s wearing it now.

Blood in the water, his mind gibbers, panicked.

“This thing?” she repeats, mouth curling upwards around the words. “Why Jared, you didn’t say anything. Got a hot date?”

“Yeah,” he blurts, before he can think his response through. But Danneel does that to him sometimes; it’s a fight or flight response, really. He can’t be held accountable for his actions. “Going out with Jensen.”

Her eyes narrow into slits.

“But not like that!” he backtracks hastily. “We’re just going out. As friends,” he adds firmly.

Danneel throws her head back and cackles.

*****

And suddenly, it’s Friday, and Jared has no idea what to wear. He dithers in front of his closet for half an hour, and when Chad walks by and calls him a pussy for the second time, he ends up just grabbing the shirt directly in front of him. It’s pink, but a different one from last week.

He stares at his wardrobe for another second. He does have a lot of pink.

Jared gets to the bar about five minutes after he told Jensen he’d meet him there. Jensen’s already seated at the bar, clearly uncomfortable, and Jared feels bad about that. Jensen’s a pretty cool guy, but he doesn’t really seem like the type who’s comfortable being alone in an unfamiliar place with a lot of strangers.

“Hey,” says Jared, sliding into the seat next to Jensen. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Hey,” says Jensen back, body language immediately relaxing. He smiles genially. “It’s cool man. I figured you were just being a girl about your wardrobe.” He casts an amused look at Jared’s shirt. “Pink again, I see.”

“Your jealousy is so unbecoming,” sighs Jared. He orders an appletini from the bartender. Hey, he’s six foot four and a hundred and ninety pounds of muscle. He can drink anything he wants without his masculinity being called into question.

Jensen doesn’t seem to agree though. He snorts and orders a lager, then says with bright, fake interest, “So tell me Jared, what sorority were you in during college?”

“Phi Beta Sigma,” replies Jared promptly, equally bright and perky. Jensen laughs, and there’s a lull in the conversation, though not an awkward one.

“Danneel was in a sorority,” says Jensen after a moment. “You and her…” He stops, quirking his mouth up as he thinks over what to say. “I mean, she’s pretty…” He waves his hand around, searching for the right word. “Pretty,” he finishes lamely. “Are you and her…”

Jared represses a shudder.

“No,” he says forcefully. He laughs. “She kind of scares me, to be honest. But…” He considers it for a moment, wrinkling his face thoughtfully. “I guess she’s all right. I mean, if you’re into that kind of thing.”

Jensen stares at him.

“What?” asks Jared, a little nervously.

“Dude,” says Jensen, shaking his head. “If you’re into that kind of thing? I’m gay, and I’m pretty sure I would still sleep with Danneel.”

“Yeah,” mutters Jared, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “No accounting for taste, I guess.” He half turns away from Jensen and glances around the bar. It’s mainly just other twenty-somethings, in groups and pairs, enjoying a Friday night out.

“He’s cute,” he says suddenly, pointing across the room at a dark-haired guy with a group of friends.

Jensen blinks at him. “What…”

“That guy,” presses Jared, stabbing his finger in the dark-haired man’s direction. “He’s cute, yeah? Want me to go chat him up for you, be your wingman?”

“My wingman?” repeats Jensen dubiously.

Jared nods enthusiastically, “Like on How I Met Your Mother. Barney’s straight, but his brother’s gay. And black, but that’s not really important. And they help each other get dates and stuff by hitting on people obnoxiously and then the other one comes in ‘for the rescue.’ Except it’s kind of ironic because in real life Neil Patrick Harris is gay, and Wayne Brady- that’s the brother- is straight, and-”

Jensen starts laughing and Jared trails off to a halt.

“Dude!” breathes out Jensen, head shaking with mirth. His eyes are squished up, and Jared can see little crinkles around them. They’re kinda cute.

“Sorry,” he says, cringing. “I babble. It’s a thing. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” says Jensen, straightening up. He shoots Jared a shy smile. “But none of this wingman crap, okay? I was kinda just enjoying hanging out with you, you know?”

Some warm, pleasant feeling swoops through Jared’s gut.

“Dude,” he says affectionately, punching Jensen lightly on the arm. “I gotchya.”

*****

Jensen drives Jared home at the end of the night, even though Jared lives within walking distance of the bar.

“You know,” says Jensen, as Jared’s getting out. Jared looks back at him, and Jensen clears his throat, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “A couple of my friends have a show next Saturday. If you’re interested…”

Jared smiles. “I’d love to,” he says, and Jensen blushes adorably and looks away.

“Great,” he says. “I’ll pick you up around eight.”

*****

If anything, the next week is even slower than the last one. But Jared’s excited rather than anxious this time around, and he floats through the office, cheerful even for himself.

“Well you’re in a good mood,” says Danneel on Tuesday. “Guess you and Jensen had a good time.”

“None of your business,” sing-songs Jared, gathering up the rejected color schemes to bring them back up to the fourth floor.

Danneel smirks knowingly after him.

*****

True to his word, Jensen picks Jared up at eight, and they go out for dinner before heading over to where Jensen’s friends- Chris and Steve- are playing. They spend most of the time talking about music, and Jared gets the impression that Jensen’s friends aren’t gonna play his type. But he likes spending time with Jensen, so he’s not really that put out.

The place Chris and Steve are playing is out and out shady. But Jared’s an optimist by nature and a (soon to be) ad man by profession, so he tells himself that it’s colorful and has character.

He mentions that to Jensen as they find their seats, and Jensen shoots him an amused glance. But he doesn’t have time to say anything, because Chris and Steve are getting on stage. And pretty soon, it’s too loud to really hear anything. Jared was right. It’s not his type of music. But it is Jensen’s, and Jared likes just watching him. Jensen’s really into the music, head swaying slightly and hand tapping the rhythm out on his thigh. He’s got on a tiny half-smile that he seems unaware of, and Jared kind of wants to take his picture.

“What?” half-yells Jensen, midway through the set when he finally realizes Jared’s been paying more attention to him than Chris and Steve.

“Nothing,” says Jared, shaking his head. He leans toward Jensen so he can talk without having to shout. “Hey, what would you do if I requested Freebird?”

“Oh fuck you,” laughs Jensen. “I’d break your fingers.”

*****

They start hanging out a lot after that. Once or twice a week, going to bars after work, or trying out different restaurants Jared’s heard about, and even just playing video games at each other’s apartments. They switch off apartments. Jared’s is bigger, but he shares it with Chad. He doesn’t mind Chad, but Jensen’s reaction to him is some bastard offspring of horrified and fascinated, like a small child with a particularly nasty looking bug.

On the other hand, Jensen’s apartment is seriously tiny, basically just a room with a bed, stove, and TV shoved into it with a tiny bathroom off to the side. And when they play, the only place to sit is on his bed. Jared thinks it should probably be awkward, but it isn’t. It’s just Jensen, who’s pretty much the coolest guy Jared’s ever met.

It does get awkward one evening, but it’s only that one time, after Jared finishes kicking Jensen’s ass at Mario Kart.

“Victory!” crows Jared, raising his arms above his head. “Victory for Zim!”

“Yeah,” grumps Jensen. “Whatever.”

“Hey,” says Jared smarmily. He drapes his arm over Jensen’s shoulders. “Don’t be sour just cuz I’m better 'an you. I’m sure you have some kind of talent too. Just,” he smirks, “not video games.”

Jensen squints at him, and then he jumps up. Jared’s arm falls off of him.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” says Jensen. He opens the door to his closet and reaches up to the shelf that runs along top and pulls out a guitar.

Jared watches with interest as Jensen settles himself back onto the bed. He sits crosslegged, across from Jared, and strums his fingers almost reverentially across the guitar's strings. At first he just picks out chords, but slowly, Jared begins to distinguish a melody, something slow and sweet. Jensen begins singing along with it, voice soft and low, and Jared can’t really make out the words.

Jensen has a nice voice though, a soothing voice, but for some reason, it makes Jared’s heart speed up, and his breath gets lodged in his chest. Jensen doesn’t notice; he’s concentrating on his guitar, eyes half-closed and expression angelic. He looks radiant, touchable. Jared just wants to lean across the slim divide between them and-

He twists his head away from Jensen, and lets out a deep breath. “How come you don’t get yourself a bigger place?” he asks, getting his breathing back under control. Jensen has a pretty good job. He’d be able to afford it.

The room goes silent, and Jared nearly flinches.  

“Dunno,” says Jensen thoughtfully. “Guess I haven’t found a good enough reason to move yet.”

Yeah. That’s the only time it ever feels awkward to Jared. The rest of the time, him and Jensen get along swimmingly.

*****

“Epic party going down this Saturday,” says Chad one Wednesday, popping his head into Jared’s room. “You coming, bitch?”

“Can’t,” says Jared. He’s lying on his bed, phone in hand as he texts Jensen. “Imma help Jensen move into his new place.”

Chad’s face wrinkles unattractively. “Jay,” he whines, disapproval ringing in his voice. “You’re always hanging out with that homo these days.”

Jared scowls at him. “Chad!” he practically yells. “Don’t fucking call him that.”

Chad holds his hands out in front of him, a placating gesture.

“Dude,” he says, eyebrows arching. “Chillax. I say shit like that all the time. S’never bothered you before.”

Jared’s scowl remains fixed on his face.

“Yeah,” he growls. “Well don’t do it anymore, all right? It’s fucking disrespectful.”

“Whatever,” says Chad, rolling his eyes. He slinks away. Jared’s pretty sure he makes out a disgruntled mutter of, Fucking fairy, but he’s not sure if Chad’s referring to him or Jensen, so he decides to let it slide.

*****

“That’s the last of them,” announces Jared, dropping off a box of what he thinks are DVDs onto the floor of Jensen’s new living room. He collapses onto the couch that he and Chris dragged up the stairs about four hours ago and wonders if he could convince Jensen to order a pizza instead of going out for dinner. It’s been a long day.

“Chris and Steve leave?” asks Jensen, wandering into the living room. He’s been in the bedroom for the past half hour or so, probably setting the bed up. Jared gets that. No one likes sleeping on the floor.

“Yeah,” nods Jared, stretching out on the couch and yawning. His shirt rides up, and he catches Jensen glancing at the strip of skin it reveals before his eyes flash back to Jared’s face. It makes Jared feel warm and kind of odd, but it’s not exactly an uncomfortable feeling.  He’s not really sure what it is.

“Yeah,” he says again, soft this time, and it sounds like he’s answering a different question. He cuts his eyes away, not sure what to do with the sudden tension, and glances around Jensen’s new apartment.

“It’s bigger than your old one,” he remarks.

“Guess I finally found a good enough reason to move,” replies Jensen, and Jared whips his head around to look at him.

Jensen’s eyes are round and scared, but his jaw’s set tightly and he looks determined.

“I’m not crazy, am I?” asks Jensen softly. “There’s something going on between us, right?”

Jared wavers. He stands up and faces Jensen, because this doesn’t feel like the kind of conversation he should have while sprawled out on Jensen’s couch.

“Jensen,” he hedges. “I ... I mean, I’m straight…”

Jensen kisses him. It’s hot and wet and open, and Jared kisses back more out of surprise than anything else.

And then he kisses back because, hey, Jensen’s kind of an awesome kisser. He slides his tongue past Jared’s teeth, and Jared steps closer into him. They’re pressed together, chest to thigh, and Jensen kisses Jared like this is the only chance he’ll ever get. It’s searing and perfect, and Jared wraps his hands around Jensen’s hips and arches his back.

They stagger backwards, and the back of Jared’s legs hit the couch. He drops onto it, and Jensen falls with him, into his lap. Jensen grinds against him, erection pressing into Jared’s own.

“Fuuuck,” groans Jared, head falling back. Jensen mouths along his jaw and neck.

“Still straight?” asks Jensen, smiling against his ear. His voice has gone low and husky. Jared shivers.

“Y-y-yeah,” he says, unsteadily, fisting his hands in Jensen’s shirt and rutting up against him.

Jensen gasps, then says, “You sure?” He wedges a hand between them and cups Jared through his jeans, squeezing lightly.

“Nrrgh,” manages Jared. He presses his eyes close, sees sparks as Jensen undoes the zipper. “Bi-curious maybe.”

Jensen bites his neck, gets his hand wrapped around Jared’s dick. He gives it a short tug, and Jared jolts up with a bitten back moan.

“Definitely bisexual,” he pants, and Jensen kisses him again, laughs into his mouth.

“You just keep sliding down the Kinsey scale, don’t you?”

Jared nods and Jensen pulls away, stands up.

“Hey!” protests Jared, reaching for Jensen to pull him back down. Jensen swats his hands away.

“New couch,” he tells Jared primly. “Don’t wanna stain it.”He jerks his head at the bedroom and arches his eyebrows suggestively.

“Gotchya,” says Jared. He clambers up after Jensen and follows him into the bedroom, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his shoes and pants as he does so.

Jensen’s only got his shirt off when he gets to the bed, and he freezes at the sight of Jared standing in the doorway. He stares.

“What?” says Jared, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

Jensen shakes his head. “Nothing man. It’s just…” He bites his lip, already red and swollen from the kissing, and Jared finds himself staring at Jensen’s mouth. His cock pulses painfully, and fuck. Jared’s never gonna live it down if he comes all but untouched.

“You got no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this,” says Jensen finally.

“Oh,” says Jared. He blushes all over and smiles, pleased and embarrassed. And suddenly Jensen’s on him, pressing short, frantic kisses to his mouth and neck

“Your dimples,” says Jensen between kisses. “Jesus Christ, I love your dimples.”

Jared mumbles something into Jensen’s neck, and Jensen pulls away to look at him. “Huh?”

“Freckles,” clarifies Jared. “I feel the same way about your freckles.”

Jensen smiles, slow and stunning.

“Bed,” he says. “Now.” And Jared thanks God Jensen took the time earlier to set the bed up. It even has sheets on it. He crawls onto the bed, lying on his back, and wriggles out of his boxers and socks. Jensen opens the bedside table and pulls out a condom and some lube.

“Very classy Jen,” snorts Jared. “Bet those were the first things you unpacked.”

“Boy Scout motto,” leers Jensen, pulling off his pants and underwear in one fluid motion.  “Be prepared.”

“You were never a Boy Scout,” scoffs Jared, and the last part comes out sort of high and breathy, because Jensen gets onto the bed and straddles him.  And they’re finally together, bare flesh against bare flesh, cocks rubbing against each other, velvet and hot. Jared tips his head back, breathes through his nose.

“Says the former Girl Scout,” murmurs Jensen. He runs his fingers up Jared’s stomach and chest, pausing to brush his thumb against the nipples, and Jared shudders at the sensation.

“Jay,” says Jensen, voice wheedling. “Come on Jay, open your eyes. Want you to look at me.”

He hears the small pop as Jensen opens up the lube, and he opens his eyes. He almost wishes he hadn’t, because the sight of Jensen crouched over him, eyes blown wide and lips lush and shiny is almost enough to make him come right there.

Jensen smiles at him, and drizzles lube over his right hand, then leans back as he reaches back behind him. Jared’s eyes go wide.

“Are you-” he hesitates.

“Want you inside me Jay,” moans Jensen, fucking himself back onto his fingers, and Jared’s mind sparks white at the sight. Jensen tears open the condom with his teeth and free hand, and he pulls it over Jared smoothly. Jared jerks up at the touch.

“Fuck,” he swears. “Not gonna last much longer Jen.”

Jensen nods. And then he rises onto his knees and slams himself onto Jared’s cock. Jared gasps. Jensen’s tighter and hotter than any girl Jared’s ever been with, and he slides himself up and down the length of Jared's shaft, jerking himself off, head tilted back and showing off the line of his throat. He rolls his hips in way that makes Jared’s whole body thrum.

“Gorgeous,” babbles Jared. “Fucking gorgeous. Feel so good Jen, fucking riding me.”

He thrusts up into Jensen, fucks into him as Jensen rides him. Jensen goes unsteady, muscles beginning to clench around Jared’s dick, and Jared realizes Jensen’s about to come. He reaches his hands up, grips Jensen’s hips tightly and fucks him hard and deep.

“Jesus fuck,” yells Jensen, eyes opening wide, and then he’s coming, spurting across Jared’s stomach and chest.

Jared feels his own climax build up inside his chest, spiral up white and hot inside him, and he's losing it, hips stuttering into Jensen as he shouts wordlessly, vision going black, going white, and he’s just seeing Jensen, face still open and shining from his orgasm, and he’s going up and up and up-

and-

he’s gone.

*****

““Still say you’re not gay?” asks Jensen later. He’s snuggled up next to Jared, looking smug.

Jared rolls onto his side so that he and Jensen are facing each other, foreheads almost touching.

“I dunno,” he grins. “I think we might have to try a few more things before I’m sure.”

Jensen smiles, slow and wicked, and he slides a hand up Jared’s side. “Well,” he says. “Put it that way...Let’s get started then.”

“Wait,” says Jared, a thought occurring to him. He pulls away and sits up.  “So earlier, when I was talking about how large your apartment was, were you- were you gonna ask me to move in with you?”

Jensen sits up too. “Yeah,” he says, staring down at his lap. He rubs his hands together. “About that… It… It wasn’t really a plan. More of a, you know.” He makes a vague gesture. "Half-formed thought?"

Jared laughs, and Jensen gives him a nervous glance.

“You’re kind of adorable, you know that, right?” he says, leaning forward and taking Jensen’s face in his hands. He tilts Jensen’s head up and kisses him. It’s good, warm and lingering and less frantic than the kisses from before. Jensen’s breath hitches softly and he leans into the kiss, lips parting.

Jared pulls away again.

Jensen makes a frustrated noise. “What now?”

“Dude,” says Jared, eyes round. “I owe Danneel, like, the best fruit basket ever.”

-End.

(Overly long) AN: Yes, I’m aware I ripped off an episode of 30 Rock. But to be fair, I didn’t realize I was being a filthy plagiarist until I was already a couple hundred words in.

‘Sides, my version ends in gay sex. So clearly mine is better.

Danneel’s line about Jared’s shoes, however, is pretty much a direct lift from the 30 Rock episode.  My apologies to Tina Fey. And also to NPH and Invader Zim.

Um. I never intended to write this, but I had the idea at dinner that fabulousbutnotgay!Jared should go on a blind date with gaybutsadlynotfabulous!Jensen, and since my last four fics have been on the serious side, I thought I’d unwind with some schmoop. Things just ballooned from there, and I ended up writing this instead of sleeping. So. That’s good life choices for you.  

Jared’s more frat boy and less fabulous than I wanted him to be, and I’m sad that even coming in at over 5000 words, I didn’t manage to include Misha. Oh well. NEXT TIME.  

Feedback is good karma. Thanks for reading.

OH LOOK. THE SUN IS UP. HELLO SUN!

 

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