#jaredjensen

So… It’s far from perfect but I figured I’d post anyway, the whole point of the thing was to get me to write again lol 

Prompt from @deanplease: They’re at San Jac’s. The last customers leave, and Jared tells the staff to go home, and he’ll lock up after he and Jensen have one more drink. Once they leave, Jared shows Jensen why he really wanted to stay behind with the bar all to themselves.

After a whole afternoon spent shopping for Christmas presents, Jensen doesn’t really feel like going out tonight. His feet ache, he is not in the greatest mood – Jared once called it his grumpy asshole mood and it’s a rather faithful description – and to be honest, he could catch up on sleep. “Go have fun,” he says to Jared, who looks on the verge of cancelling his plans just to stay with him. “I’m probably gonna fall asleep in front of the TV. I’ll be fine.”

But Jensen doesn’t fall asleep, no matter how hard he tries. He’s seen Jared what? Two hours ago, but he misses him already. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he textes him.

Busy night?

The answer doesn’t take long.

Nope. The band bailed out, it’s kinda quiet actually.

Then, a second later.

Wanna come?

Jensen would rather have Jared back home but he’s not gonna sleep anytime soon now and a beer or two and some whisky does sound nice.

See ya in 20

Walking to the master bathroom, he looks at himself in the mirror. His hair is a bit mussed but nothing too bad. He quickly brushes his teeth, sprays some Tom Ford cologne on his neck before winking at his reflection. He doesn’t look perfect but he’s just going out for a drink, not attending a wedding or anything.

He grabs a leather jacket and his wallet on his way out and it takes about 10 minutes from the garage to 6^th street, where he parks his car rather easily. Jared wasn’t lying. It is a quiet night, the streets almost empty. Inside, Brian waves at him from behind the bar and shouts “Jared’s upstairs!” without Jensen even having to say anything. Jensen waves back with a smile and climb the stairs two by two.

Country music is blaring out of the speakers, giving a tilt to his step and here he is. Jack’s. After almost a year since it opened, Jensen still can’t believe it. That Jared gave his nickname to that brand new room he loves so much. That he had the audacity to do this in front of everyone. Surely enough, Jensen finds him on one of the leather couches, talking with Tyler, a beer in hand. “Hey,” he says and the smile on Jared’s face when he turns and spots him is so pure and so bright that Jensen feels his heart growing three sizes.

“Hey yourself!” Jared pats the couch next to him. Jensen sits down, and he shakes Tyler’s hand before the guy excuses himself and goes back behind the bar. “You couldn’t sleep uh?”

Jensen shakes his head. “Heh, it’s nothing. Figured I’d join you for a drink or two.”

“I’m glad you did,” Jared says, his voice low, his big hand squeezing his thigh. Jensen smirks. It sure looks like Jared already had a little bit to drink because he’d never be this handsy in public otherwise. “So, uh… I kinda told the guys I’d lock up myself tonight, I hope you don’t mind?” he asks, a frown on his face, always so worried to disappoint Jensen.

“It’s alright, Jay. Didn’t plan on leaving so soon.” Jared brings him a glass of excellent whisky, rich and sweet and well balanced and Jared’s delighted when Jensen gives his nod of approval. The next hour passes in a blur and before they know it, all the customers are gone.

Brian, Tyler and Matt are there, asking once again if Jared’s sure. They can stay, they don’t mind, really. “You guys go home,” Jared shoos them away. “Jensen and I have to talk about the next batch of beer he’s brewing.” It’s a bold-faced lie and Jensen knows it but he nods anyway. The guys seem content with the explanation and five minutes later they’re all gone.

“The next batch uh?” Jensen asks, raising an eyebrow.

Jared looks sheepish, blushing a little bit and shrugging like a kid. “Well, I wanted to talk to you. Just didn’t want to tell about what in front of the guys.”

Jensen frowns. “Hmmm. Not sure I like the sound of that.”

Jared’s eyes open wide and he shakes his head. “No, no! Fuck, I’m a goddamn moron. It’s nothing bad, really. I mean, it’s… good?”

Jensen snorts. Jared’s not the most eloquent person once he had a few drinks. It’s quite charming. “What did you want to tell me, then?” he asks, taking Jared’s hand in his and stroking his wrist with his thumb.

“I… I told the guys I’d close the bar once you told me you’d come.”

Alright. That’s a bit weird and Jensen doesn’t really know what Jared’s trying to tell him, here. “Okay.”

“I wanted to be here. With you.”

“Yeah, me too. That’s why I came, actually.” Jensen is a bit perplexed.

Jared huffs, sounding a little bit frustrated. Though Jensen isn’t sure if it’s because Jensen doesn’t get it or if it’s because he doesn’t know how to explain himself better.

“I wanted to be here. With you. Alone.”

Ooooh. Okay. Yeah, maybe Jensen’s a bit slow tonight. “Is that so, Mister Padalecki?” he says with a smug grin on his face.

“Yes,Mister Ackles,” Jared plays along.

“Looks like you have something in mind…”

“Maybe,” Jared singsongs. “I mean… Do you remember what you told me the night we opened here? Jack’s?”

“That… I was proud of you?”

Jared snorts but he’s smiling. “Yeah, you did say that. But I was thinking about something else. You told me, and I quote, ‘Some day I’ll bend you over that bar and fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for a week’, do you remember?”

Jensen’s cock twitches in his jeans and starts to grow. “I was a bit drunk but yeah, I remember that now.”

“But you never did. I mean, I’ve been waiting all this time but…” Jared’s hand slides up his thigh to grab at the thick line of Jensen’s cock through denim and he squeezes lightly. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“Fuck, babe,” Jensen groans, thrusting into Jared’s hand.

“That’s the plan, yeah.”

Smartass. “I don’t have lube on me.”

Jared’s long fingers are opening his belt buckle and unzipping him. “I opened myself in the restroom. Four fingers and some spit.”

Fuck that’s hot. Like, really hot. Jensen can’t help picturing Jared in a stall, finger-fucking himself hard and fast, preparing himself for Jensen. Trying not to moan, trying not to come all over himself. “Still,” he says, “I’m way bigger than that and without lube…”

“It’s gonna hurt,” Jared finishes for him, now straddling his lap and taking his cock out. “I’m supposed to feel you for a week, remember?”

Jensen nods. Jared’s a big boy, he can take it. It won’t be the first time nor the last that he takes Jensen with barely any prep, “And I’m supposed to bend you over the bar but you’re on my lap.”

Jared bites his lower lip. “Well, what are you gonna do about that?”

Jensen gets up fast, two hands on Jared’s ass to hold him and he walks them to the bar. He shoves Jared against it then turns him around and Jared moans when Jensen shoves his jeans down his thighs. “You want it rough, uh?” he asks, spitting in his hand.

Jared arches his back and presses his ass against his cock. “Fuck yes. Want you to use me like a cheap slut…”

Jensen smirks. There it is. Jared and his filthy mouth, his inhibitions even lower thank to the alcohol. He’s so lucky to have this amazing, slutty bottom in his life. He slicks his cock with his spit and pushes inside. Jared’s too tight but he forces his way in, making him scream. He doesn’t give him time to adjust before he pounds into him with abandon, drawing the most delicious cries and whimpers from his boy. That has to hurt like hell but Jared just takes it, and Jensen doesn’t have to touch him to know he is rock-hard. “That hard enough for you, buddy?”

When Jared doesn’t answer immediately, Jensen grabs a fistful of hair and pulls his head back. He doesn’t have to repeat himself because Jared knows what that means. “Yes!” he yells. “So fucking good, oh God… Just like that! Just like that!”

Jensen keeps fucking him with long, powerful thrusts and it doesn’t take long for Jared to come, clenching hard around him and coating the bar with his release without even a hand on his dick. Jensen fucks him through it, his hard, fast pace barely affected by it all and he wonders how long he can keep going like this.

The answer is not that long, when Jared opens his mouth again. “Fuck, Jen… That’s it, make me your bitch. Make me yours. I want you to mark me from inside. Make me your property. Jack’s.” Jensen buries himself deep inside Jared and comes harder than he has in a while, flooding Jared’s guts with a loud groan before he collapses on top of him.

“Jesus Christ…” he says a few seconds later, slowly thrusting in and out before pulling out. Jared hisses and Jensen watches his thick come dripping out of Jared’s gaping hole.

“Yeah. I’m really gonna feel you for a week, ya know?”

“You asked for it. Does that mean you’re not gonna put out?”

Jared snorts. “Hell no. God, I feel disgusting. We made a fucking mess.”

“You gonna clean that?”

Jared shakes his head, pulling his jeans back up his legs. “Not now. I’ll come back in the morning. Right now I just want to go home and let you fuck my face in the shower.”

Jensen laughs, trying to put his half hard cock back into his jeans. “You’re a fucking slut!”

“And proud of it! I know you love it too.”

Jensen shrugs. “I ain’t complaning.”

Jared punches his shoulder. “Asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Let’s get you home, uh?”

“I’m so not blowing you in the shower.”

They’re walking down the stairs, hand in had, and Jensen snorts. “Alright.”

“I’m serious.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“You love my cock too much for that.”

“I don’t.”

“9 inches, Jared.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“But you love my cock.”

“Yes I do.”

“Good! Now lock that fucking door and get into the car already. I want my dick sucked sooner than later.” Jensen feels Jared shiver against him. The boy loves to be bossed around.

“Yes Sir! What do you think of roadhead, Sir?”

Jensen groans, his cock getting harder again in his too tight jeans, making it uncomfortable. “I think it’s a really good idea, babe.”