All Bets Are Off

Everyone knew Jared was straight as a fucking arrow. 'Course, at the start, Jensen had some vague ideas about Jared being a closet case, what with his pink shirts and his inability to keep his hands to himself. But then Jensen saw Jared with Sandy, and he pretty much gave up on his hopes of getting Jared into bed any time soon.

After Jared and Sandy broke up, Jensen had a fleeting moment of hope that perhaps Jared had finally seen the light, until his hulking great co-star informed Jensen that they were going out and getting drunk, leaving unsaid the 'I'm gonna go and get laid' that Jensen was sure was on the tip of Jared's tongue. 'Course, it didn't end up that way, because despite his size Jared was a total lightweight and Jensen ended up carrying him to the cab as Jared stumbled and groaned about dancing and jiggling asses. Or something. Jensen just bit his lip and pretended that his dick wasn't completely hard in his pants from Jared's long arms being around his shoulders.

~

When Jared first met Jensen, he was sure he'd be getting some of that ass by the end of the first week at the latest. It was a pity Jensen was so clearly straight - the guy hung out with Playboy models, for Chrissakes - and had not shown any interest whatsoever in Jared or his dick. Which had an unfortunate tendency to show interest in Jensen whenever it damn well pleased; that is, whenever Jensen was around.

In a fit of something that was quite possibly insanity, Jared had gone and gotten himself a publicity girlfriend, and never really got around to telling Jensen the whole truth about Sandy. True, they kissed and hugged and did all the things in public that were expected of them, but she always went back to her place at the end of the day and Jared ended up back at his apartment, jerking off in bed to thoughts of Jensen and Jensen's hot ass.

He finally broke up with her when he couldn't take it anymore, and dragged Jensen off to a club to find some fun.

Watching Jensen dance while Jared nursed a beer was more than he could handle, though, and he woke the next morning to find himself on Jensen's couch, face wrinkled from the cushions, and very little memory of the previous night except a blurry bottle of tequila and a pretty waitress called Cherry. God, Jared hoped he hadn't done anything stupid with her. He was relieved to find out from Jensen that all that had happened was Jared telling the cab driver he had pretty ears, and puking in the neighbour's rosebushes.

~

It got worse and worse every day Jensen had to work with Jared. The show was very physical, and even though Sam and Dean didn't hug, there was a lot of touching - shoulder pats, getting shoved, getting pulled to his feet, pulling Jared to his feet. Brotherly touches that Jensen's dick interpreted as anything but brotherly. He was pretty damned sure that Jared wouldn't be too impressed if they were doing some intense scene and Jensen went and popped a stiffy in the middle of it. Despite himself, though, he couldn't keep his hands off Jared - he found himself ruffling his hair, poking him, patting his chest, leaning against his back.

God, he had the worst crush in the world on Mr Straight USA 2007.

~

Something had changed, and Jared couldn't figure out what it was. All he knew was that Jensen kept touching him, and no way Jared was objecting, but really, it's hard to show brotherly affection towards someone whose ass you couldn't stop picturing around your dick. Besides, Jensen was just being friendly, right?

...right?

~

Jensen figured he should go and find some pretty boy to fuck to get Jared out of his system. Or something. That was why he found himself in his apartment on a Saturday night, watching porn and jerking off to thoughts of Jared again. He was barely even bothering to watch the television; just thinking about Jared's mouth and eyes and ass and, god, everything, and his dick was so damned hard in his fist as he slid a finger down behind his balls and further back, pressing against his hole and wishing it was Jared's finger there.

The phone rang just as Jensen was getting to the good part, pumping his hips as he fucked his hand, and he glared at his phone. Seeing Jared's name on the caller display, he growled softly and came hard, wet heat landing on his stomach and all over his hand. He hurriedly wiped his fingers on the couch cushions and picked up the phone just before it went to the machine.

"What?" Jensen mumbled, suddenly aware that his voice sounded like he'd just had a good fuck.

There was a silence from the other end of the line.

"Dude, bad time?" Jared asked. "Cause if you got someone there with you..."

"No. Uh. Just my hand." Jensen put a hand over his face and winced. Why'd he said that?

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jared laughed, "should I leave you two alone?"

"Nah," Jensen sighed. "We're done."

"Was it good? Did you think of me?" Jared's voice was teasing, light, but Jensen froze up and couldn't say a word. There was a huff of breath from the other end of the line, and then Jared said, "I'm, uh, gonna go now. See you tomorrow."

Jared hung up before Jensen had the chance to even ask what he'd called about.

~

Jared didn't mention his phone call to Jensen the next day. He didn't want to accidentally let slip that he'd spent the night with his hand on his dick and a couple of fingers up his ass thinking about what Jensen had been doing. Just thinking about it made him hard in his pants again, and he was glad for wardrobe always putting Sam in the baggiest pants they could find. He managed to duck into his trailer for a bit of time alone with his current best friend for a few minutes before lunch, and was just getting into it when the door swung open and Jensen strode in, in mid-speech already.

~

Jensen hadn't been thinking about it at all. Not at all, not for a moment. He refused to even vaguely consider the fact that Jared probably thought Jensen had some kind of thing for him. Which was why, when he went to see Jared in his trailer to ask him something, he was kinda surprised to find Jared sprawled on the narrow bed with his pants around his knees and his hand on his cock.

It was pretty much impossible for Jensen to not go from zero to sixty in .01 seconds, confronted with that image.

It was perhaps unfortunate, or fortunate depending on your point of view, that wardrobe had chosen to put Dean in extremely tight pants that day, and there was no way Jensen could even start to hide the large bulge at his crotch. Jared bit his lip and stopped touching himself, his hand unwrapping itself from his cock, and Jensen just couldn't have that.

"No, don't stop," he breathed, letting his hand drop to his erection, rubbing it gently through his pants. Jared's head jerked up and his dark eyes burned holes in Jensen, but his hand started moving again, slowly and gently.

"You like this?" Jared said softly, sprawling back more and spreading his legs. Jensen couldn't take his eyes off Jared's dick slip-sliding through his huge hand, the head shining wet with precome. Jared was breathing quickly, eyes fixed on Jensen's hand pressing hard against his erection.

"Yeah," Jensen replied. He let out a groan when Jared shifted slightly, all exposed and so fucking gorgeous on that bed.

"C'mere," Jared whispered, moving around so his feet were planted on the floor and his knees were spread apart, creating a nice little place perfect for Jensen to kneel in. He was there in a flash, falling to his knees and pushing Jared's hands away from his dick, replacing them with his mouth.

~

Jared was pretty sure he was going to wake up any moment and find himself in his bed, sheets soaked with come. Jensen was on his fucking knees in front of Jared, that gorgeous mouth with those fuckable lips opening around his cock, those bright green eyes staring up at him, face flushed so dark Jensen's freckles were invisble.

"God," Jared groaned, lying back on the bed and clinging to the sheets. It felt even better than he'd imagined, those lush lips wet and tight around his hot flesh, sucking and dragging and teasing. Jensen's warm fingers cupped his balls and caressed them gently as he grunted and licked and moaned his way around Jared's dick.

"Yeah, come on," Jared breathed. Jensen was so damned good, and Jared wondered idly how he'd never managed to pick up on the fact that clearly, Jensen loved sucking dick. God, they could have been doing this for months instead of stepping around each other. Jared could've had Jensen in his bed, legs spread wide and face in the pillow as Jared fucked his ass. He was sweating through his Sam-shirt, and wardrobe was gonna be pissed at having to find another one for the afternoon shoot, but Jared couldn't muster the energy required to yank it off while Jensen's mouth was so gorgeously clamped around his dick.

"Coming, Jen," Jared gasped, hips jerking spasmodically as he leaned back and fucked into Jensen's mouth. One more thrust, and he was crying out Jensen's name as he came, god, so hard, and Jensen just smiled and swallowed and licked until Jared was back on earth.

~

Jensen wasn't sure if he was going to last much longer without coming in his pants. Everything had gone so fast, from him worrying about Jared thinking Jensen had a crush on him to sucking Jared's dick to Jared coming in his mouth. He rested his head against Jared's thigh and moaned, licking the hot skin and thrusting his denim-covered crotch again Jared's leg. Jared's long arms reached down and tugged Jensen to his feet, then clever fingers were undoing his tight jeans. Jensen was this close to losing it when Jared's fingers dipped into his pants, pulling his cock free.

It was shameful how quickly Jensen went from thrusting into Jared's hand to grunting, fucking, and coming over Jared's wrist and face. He pumped his hips as his cock spurted everywhere, and Jared's tongue poked out to lick up the droplet on his lips, smiling up at Jensen.

They just stared at each other for a minute, grinning like a pair of idiots. Jared's face was flushed red, and Jensen eventually pulled himself together enough to straddle Jared's lap, their softened dicks rubbing together, creating a burst of oversensitivity. Jensen leaned in for a kiss, dying to learn the touch of Jared's lips against his own, and strong arms wrapped around his back and tugged him forwards. Jared tasted like candy, and come, and his lips were so gorgeously soft and kissable - like a girl, Jensen thought absently - and as their tongues gently touched, there was a knock at the door.

"Time for makeup, boys!" someone yelled, and Jensen sighed and pulled back.

"You're coming to my place tonight," he drawled into Jared's ear, his voice husky with sex.

"Okay," Jared agreed easily, before pushing Jensen to his feet so they could clean up.

When they emerged from the trailer, Eric came up to them with a pissed-off look on his face.

"Something wrong?" Jensen asked calmly, trying to keep the 'I just sucked Jared's dick' sound out of his voice.

"You just cost me fifty bucks," Eric growled. "Why couldn't you guys have just waited one more week?"

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