FIC: Re-cast (scar!verse), ch 9/? rated nc-17 Jensen/Jared

[ladyjanelly]

Title: Re-cast (scar!verse) ch 9/?
Author: Ladyjanelly
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jensen/Jared,
Summary: Jensen stopped acting in 2000. He still runs into Jared.
Warning: Men sexing men, AU.
Disclaimer: Never happened, not my boys.
Betaed by the lovely evolardnek  Thanks so much for the super-speedy beta.
Feedback: Is always appreciated-- praise, crit, all of it. 

AN: It's short, and it's close to a PWP for the 'verse, but it didn't fit last chapter and it doesn't work with the next, and if I got too far past it, it'd never happen.  I think I'm apologizing for porn.  I'll stop now.

CHAPTER 9

The network shindig grates on Jared’s nerves like never before. He’s always enjoyed them in the past--the people, the excitement, the music and booze. This time, though, the whole hand-shaking, smile-flashing thing is sucking big-time.

It’s not that he’s doing it without a date. Sandy used to make it up to Vancouver rarely enough that he’s used to that spot at his side being empty. No, what he misses is Jensen, his quiet humor and steady presence.

He cuts out as early as he can, but early is a relative term. 3 a.m. isn’t a bad time to get home, though. He’s sure Jen will already be back from that dinner thing he went to with friends. Jared doesn’t want it to look like Jensen's not supposed to have a life of his own, and as much as he likes them being together, he doesn’t want to monopolize Jensen's weekends.

The jeep is out front and most of the lights are off in the apartment. The dogs meet him at the door, all tail-waggy and happy to see him. He slides out of his jacket and tie, toes off his dress-shoes and makes fists with his toes on the carpet. He grabs a water bottle out of the fridge and meanders on down the hall to the bedroom.

Jensen's stretched out in bed, their bed, illuminated by the soft glow of the closet light. The sheets are new, a deep garnet red, pooled around his waist. The smooth point of one hip shows above the edge of the fabric. Jared’s never seen anything as beautiful as his lover, framed like a pictures on the dark, rich, cotton.

Either Jensen feels himself being watched or the jingling of the dogs’ collars wakes him, but he rolls over towards the door and smiles his not-awake-yet smile in the dim light.

"Go back to sleep," Jared says as he works the cuff-links of his crisp white shirt free.

"Missed you." Jensen yawns and stretches. All six feet plus of him tenses and flexes before he goes lax again with a contented groan. He watches Jared, green eyes following his movement.

"Missed you too." Jared can’t help but appreciate the way the sheet slid down, revealing the graceful trail of ginger-tinged hair that leads from Jensen's navel to the top edge of his pubes.

Jared thinks maybe he should have more self-control than this. The next time an interviewer asks if he’s ever had any encounters with the supernatural, he’s going to say yeah, his boyfriend is an incubus.

He finishes getting naked and slides into bed, on top of the sheets. Jen moans again as Jared kisses his sternum, caresses him through the body-warmed cloth. There’s something illicit, naughty, about touching him through the barrier. He scooches down lower on the bed, and presses his lips against the ridge of Jensen's dick. He sighs out, forcing his heated breath through the weave.

Jensen squirms in the bed, and the sound he makes is like the sexiest thing ever.

"Just let me," Jared begs, "I want to take care of you, Jen, just lay back and let me."

Jensen relaxes against the mattress, and he’s so soft and pliant, half-asleep still. Jared feels trusted, loved, as he sneaks the sheet down. He spreads Jensen's thighs and settles in between them. Jensen smells good, masculine and warm.

Jared takes his time, nuzzling and kissing and licking at his lover’s dick. He likes watching it twitch, knows he must be driving Jensen crazy.

He thinks about the last time their positions were reversed, and wonders if Jensen had been doing unto Jared as he would have Jared do unto him, with that finger thing. Never know until you try,

Jensen takes an unsteady breath, but he doesn’t pull away. His legs spread wider and his hips tip up to give Jared better access. Maybe he’s been exaggerating how asleep he is, but Jared has no complaints.

Jared holds himself still for a moment, just figuring out how he feels. He’s content to just press his fingers there--truth to tell, the idea of pushing inside is a little much. Still, he can feel the way the muscle clenches and relaxes as he flicks his tongue over the head of Jensen's dick, can feel how hot his body is there.

It’s like touching the secret core of the man, and yeah, he gets it now, why Jen wanted to touch him there.

He finishes Jensen off like that, stroking him with one hand, massaging with the two fingers of the other. It’s beautiful and sexy and Jared feels like he’s been let in on one of the secrets of the universe.

He brings Jensen down easy, using little licks and nuzzles to soothe the last of the aftershocks. When Jensen's done, he moves to finish himself off, crawling up between Jen's knees and putting his hand to his own aching cock, pulling it with quick, efficient strokes until he spills over Jensen's stomach. He collapses beside Jensen, breathing hard and spent, his mind still reeling from what he did, what it felt like.

Jensen's fingers stroke through his hair and Jared slowly returns to himself.

"You okay?" Jensen asks, and Jared nods.

"Yeah." He feels himself grin. "I’m good."

It’s totally gross and totally a boy thing to do, but Jared brings his fingers up and takes a cautious sniff. They don’t smell like shit, Jared thinks. He sniffs again. They smell like ass, he decides, which is different, heavy and rich and not exactly bad. Not something he’d wear as cologne, but not disgusting.

Jensen snickers and Jared gives him a glare.

"You’re such a faker," Jared pouts, and Jensen pushes at him. Jensen never sleeps completely naked, and he doesn’t like the draft from the heater on his skin, and yeah, this was a set-up from the minute Jared stepped in the front door. He can imagine Jensen listening for his truck and arranging the sheet just so, and lying back, pretending to sleep

"It seemed like what you needed at the time," Jensen says, not a bit repentant. "Go clean up and bring me a washcloth."

Jensen is sort of a mess, and it is sort of Jared’s fault. Jared washes the funk off his fingers in the sink and gets a warm washcloth. He just gets a raised eyebrow when he offers it over; Jensen doesn’t raise a hand to take it. He’s perplexed for a moment and then he gets it. His hands are gentle as he wipes their combined mess off of Jensen's soft skin, and this is almost as much a part of their connection as Jensen's dick in his mouth had been.

When the clean-up is done, he passes Jensen the loose pajama pants he prefers and pulls on his own boxers. He slides into bed and pulls those autumn-red sheets up over them both.

He feels like he should say something, or ask something, but he can’t think of what, exactly. The day was crazy-long and Jared is full-on lethargic.

Jensen's body stretched out against his is good, his arm across Jared’s chest is just the right weight, comforting and solid.

For the first time in his life, somewhere besides his parents’ house feels like home.