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rockstarpeach at 02:51pm on 27/04/2012 under character: jared, character: jdm, character: jensen, fic - rpf, okay fine - i need a tag for rps
rockstarpeach at 02:51pm on 27/04/2012 under character: jared, character: jdm, character: jensen, fic - rpf, okay fine - i need a tag for rpsFor ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
charmedstrange1, who asked for some Jared/JDM. It's not exactly JDM fixing up poor woobie Jared, like you suggested, and some Jensen/JDM and Jensen/Jared managed to sneak in there, but it is actually some Jared/JDM, so... I hope you like it!
Title: Break From the Same Old
Pairing: Jared/JDM, unrequited JDM/Jensen, Jensen/Jared
Rating: Adult
Summary: Jeff is on a business trip, hitting the clubs with his colleagues and looking for some entertainment, like always, when Jared catches his eye. Turns out Jared has a best friend and Jensen and Jeff go way back.
***
Jeff likes slightly younger men.
That’s not a secret and it’s never a surprise when he eyes up the ‘just pushing thirty’ crowd at the clubs, when he passes by the forty-somethings, dismissing them as too experienced, too jaded. Nobody raises an eyebrow when he doesn’t even spare a glace towards the kids in their early twenties, most of them just looking for a rich older man, a sweet ride.
Of course, Jeff is well off and generous with his cash and there’s a ridiculous, alpha-male part of him buried deep down inside that gets off on making pretty young things swoon at the sight of gold watches and pink Cadillacs. Any wealthy, middle-aged man who had yet to settle down and was looking to play the field would be lying if they didn’t admit the same.
He’s not an asshole, though and he’s only willing to use people so far as they’re willing to be used. He only wants to pick out the sweetest young men to bring home with him if they’re just as eager to go. Not too young, though. That’s important. He likes younger men, sure, but he doesn’t like boys.
He takes a sip of his scotch, leans back against the plush seat at his table in a slightly more darkened corner of the club and takes a look around. It’s been a while since he’s been down to San Jose, he only recognises a couple of faces and while he’s not completely adverse to repeat performances, he hasn’t met anyone in this town worthy of one since…
Anyway.
Tonight, he’s in the mood for something new.
It’s not long before he finds it.
A man, standing by the sleek black bar, one elbow rested against it and hunched slightly, still a good few inches taller than all but one of the friends surrounding him. His fingers are curled around the stem of his drink, gorgeous, tanned skin turning abruptly to the day-glow green of his cocktail. A cocktail Jeff wouldn’t be caught dead with, would prefer his friends never be caught dead with either, but… damn.
The way the man laughs at something one of his friends says, the way his dimples pierce his cheeks and the way he ducks his head down, too-long shag of dark hair falling into his eyes… Yeah. It’s all over. He doesn’t exactly have a great view, but from what he can tell from the loose-fitting jeans, the guy’s ass is killer, which only doubles his interest.
This one, Jeff decides and feels for one, brief, crazy moment like he’s some kind of fairy tale villain, choosing his princess.
He’s leaving the club tonight with this one, or he’s leaving with no-one.
He gets up from his booth, nods at the few colleagues that followed him here with a sly smile as he drops enough money to cover the whole table and stalks off in the direction of his new friend.
It’s not until he gets closer, until the music changes and the lights along with it, something more upbeat, happier and brighter that he can see the man’s face more clearly, through the strobe of harsh light and shadow. It’s gorgeous, fucking incredible and his eyes are big and dark and he’s still got these dimples that make Jeff want to cry and he’s…
He’s dancing with somebody else. He’s laughing and throwing his head back against some other man’s shoulder as the other man wraps a hand around Dimples’ waist and grinds up against him from behind.
Well.
It’s a hurdle, Jeff’s man enough to admit that, but it’s not defeat.
He takes a few steps forward, then a few more. After he’s only five meters from his brand new object of interest he pauses, watches the yellow and purple and red and green light rain down on him and his dance partner in a headache-inducing pattern. He’s really getting too old for this shit.
He’s more than rich enough to ask the club, others like it, if they deliver. It would make things so much easier. It might take away half the fun though, and that’s a half that Jeff’s not ready to give up just yet. Maybe in a few years.
He sucks in a sharp breath when the lights change slightly, get brighter as the music crescendos for a split second and in the flash he catches the face of the man Dimples is trying to fuck through his pants. The guy with his arm around Dimples’ waist and thrusting against Dimples’ ass under the guise of dancing.
It’s funny, almost.
“Jensen,” Jeff says, shaking off his unwarranted possessiveness and stalking forward until Dimples is sandwiched between them, too close for propriety. Jensen never gave two shits for propriety anyway, not as far as Jeff can remember.
Jensen.
Fifteen years ago Jensen was almost too pretty too be real (fuck, the man is even better looking now, if Jeff’s being honest) and it wasn’t until after four days of courting, of taking Jensen out to fancy restaurants and funding shopping sprees at the best stores in town and after some of Jeff’s very best (and most honest) work at seduction over ice skating and ballgames and private, candlelight dinners for two, that Jensen said no.
When he got Jensen back to his stupidly luxurious hotel room, when he plied him with Champagne and fresh fruit and SportsNet and the most comfortable bed Jeff had ever laid on, Jensen said no.
Jensen ate the food and drank the drink and kissed Jeff all pretty and pliant, but when Jeff went looking for more, went looking for what everyone else always gave, Jensen said no.
The only one who ever did.
And Jeff was too shocked to even be pissed off. He just laughed, kissed Jensen again and invited him to hang around for the rest of the two weeks Jeff was in town. They’d been two of the best weeks Jeff can remember sharing with someone – that didn’t involve sex, anyway – and when Jeff left for home again, back to San Francisco, he did something he never did. He gave Jensen his number.
Jensen never called.
He sees him every couple of years, at the occasional corporate Christmas party or business meeting, but until very recently, Jensen wasn’t important enough to actually work with Jeff.
Jensen is currently head of his division in market research for MorganLight, the leading electronics corporation in the western US, but that’s not Jeff’s doing. Not really. After setting up the first interview for a sweet kid fresh out of college more than a decade back, Jensen climbed the corporate ladder all on his own.
“Jeff?” Jensen asks, blinking through the haze and low lighting, like he’s trying to make sure Jeff is who Jensen thinks he is. It makes Jeff hide a smile when Jensen straightens up, making himself as tall as he can and he pulls Dimples even closer to his front as they stop dancing.
Interesting.
Jeff would back off in a second if he thought the two of them were a couple, but he’s not really getting that vibe. “Jesus, I haven’t seen you in... what? Two years? What are you doing here? Business trip?”
“Yeah,” Jeff answers. “Got some meetings lined up with the VP here in town and with some folks from R&D. We should get together for lunch while I’m in town.”
Jensen smiles and cocks his head, says, “Yeah, let’s do that,” in a way they both know means ‘probably not’. They’re on friendly enough terms, Jeff supposes. They have no reason at all to dislike each other – in fact, they like each other fine – but they’re not exactly friends.
Jeff smiles back and then he looks over at Dimples, who leans back into Jensen a little at the way Jeff bites his lip and his eyes flit down to get a closer look at the impressively wide chest. Fuck, that’s going to feel good under his hands, later.
“Who’s your friend?”
Dimples opens his mouth, probably to protest not being spoken to directly, but Jensen beats him to it. Good thing, too. The leer he greeted him with, while well-intentioned, doesn’t always go over so well and starting out with an argument would probably kill his chances.
“Jared,” Jensen says to Jeff, fingers squeezing over Jared’s hip once before he lets go completely, steps slightly away with a gentle pat to Jared’s back. “Jared, this is Jeff, an old friend.”
Jeff smiles at Jared then, warm and inviting and flirty, that totally unthreatening smile that’s gotten countless men to follow where he leads. He tamps down the wide grin that wants to erupt when Jared blushes, looks away for a second and steps further away from Jensen.
It’s a good sign, but it’s not a win. Not yet.
“It’s been a long time, Jensen. Why don’t we sit for a drink?”
“Actually…” Jensen starts, his jaw tightening slightly. He knows what Jeff’s really asking for and he’s not happy about it. Poor guy. Unrequited interest sucks. “We were planning on heading out. I’ll call you about lunch.”
“What?” Jared says. “No we weren’t. It’s not even eleven.” Jensen shoots Jared a glare and Jared looks suitably guilty, but Jeff figures he’s probably more curious than anything.
Jared looks back and forth between them then, frowning slightly and the confused pull of his eyebrows and the sweet little crinkle of his nose are just about too much. This guy might be even taller than Jeff and built like a Mack truck, but he’s fucking adorable
“One drink,” Jeff tries again. “On me. My coach is turning into a pumpkin soon, but I’d love to catch up, hear what you’ve done with the department since you took over.”
“You work for MorganLight?” Jared asks after a beat, seeming to relax a little at finding out Jeff is a work colleague and not some stalker freak.
“I’m Morgan,” Jeff answers as he holds his hand out for Jared to shake. “Jeff, actually. Jensen and I go way back, but we haven’t had the chance to catch up in much too long.”
“Awesome!” Jared says, smiling wide now, so those dimples of his get even bigger, which really isn’t fair to anyone. He almost feels sorry for Jensen for a split second, when he sees how Jensen’s eyes go soft as he watches the curve of Jared’s mouth. “I gotta take a leak, but I’d love to hear some stories about Jensen back in the day.”
Jared takes off for the washroom then and Jensen stares at Jeff for another few seconds before he sighs, rolls his eyes and leads Jeff to an empty table by the wall. Jensen motions for Jeff to sit first and Jeff laughs as he does, watches Jensen signal the waitress for a round of drinks as he joins him.
“So how have you been, Jensen?” he asks.
“Are we really doing this?” Jensen asks him and Jeff frowns. “If you want to hook up with Jared, just ask him. You don’t need me to chaperone.”
“No, I don’t,” Jeff agrees. “But believe it or not, I’m not a complete asshole. I like to have fun, but I don’t make a habit of going after other people’s guys.”
“Jared’s not my guy,” Jensen bites out.
“Still,” Jeff says, with a conciliatory tilt of his head. “I’m a gentleman. Tell me to back off now, and I will.”
Jensen takes a moment to size Jeff up, maybe decide if he’s telling the truth about that but then the waitress shows up with their drinks and Jensen lets out a breath, leans back in his chair.
“Nah,” he says. “Not really my business. But do me a favour and don’t… Don’t promise him anything, okay? He’s not an idiot and he’s not naïve, but he trusts easily and he tends to get overinvested.”
“I’ve never promised anyone anything,” Jeff says. “Nothing I wasn’t willing to give.” He doesn’t tell people he’s looking for happily ever after when all he really wants is one night.
“You promised me a hell of a lot,” Jensen counters, taking a sip of his beer. “Once upon a time.”
“Yeah,” Jeff agrees, quietly. “Think about that.”
Jensen’s brows furrow into a scowl. It’s sweet and endearingly clueless and Jeff wants to forget about Jared and try for Jensen all over again for a second, but he knows better. And then Jensen’s features change, smooth out and he lets the corner of his mouth turn up in the first honest smile since Jeff showed up.
“It never would have worked,” Jensen points out, unnecessarily.
Jeff takes his own sip of beer then. Jensen’s probably right. In any case, it’s long in the past.
“What are we talkin’ about?” Jared asks, big and booming when he comes back to the table and slides in next Jensen.
Jensen grins a little and he wraps his arm around Jared’s shoulders.
“How cute your ass is,” he says and Jared blushes again and smacks Jensen in the chest.
“Well don’t let me interrupt,” Jared teases. “I know you can go on for hours about it.”
Jared picks up one of the shots, something purple and sickly sweet-looking and throws it back. Then he looks around the table at Jensen and Jeff and downs the other two as well before picking up his glass of beer.
“Nah, it’s cool,” Jensen says. “I wasn’t gonna drink that.”
Jared just smiles at him, like he’s proud of himself or something and Jeff decides he needs to get this show on the road if he wants to have Jared naked and ass up on his hotel bed by the end of the night.
“So Jared,” he says, pitches his voice low and soft, loud enough to be heard over the music but not so that he’s shouting. “What’s your story?”
“Me?” Jared asks. “I grew up in San Jose, went to school here, now I work here as a paralegal and spend most of my free time with this loser.” He smacks Jensen again, makes him choke on his beer and Jared laughs. “Short story. But I thought you were gonna tell me all about Jensen’s misspent youth.”
Jeff laughs and shakes his head at Jared’s smile.
“Sorry, Jared,” he says. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t tell you very much. We’ve really only met a few times.”
“The first time was a long time ago,” Jensen says, putting his half-full glass down and pushing it away from him across the table. “Anyway. It’s getting late and I’ve got work in the morning, so I think I’m just gonna head out.”
“But…” Jared starts to protest even as Jeff hides a smile behind his hand. Jensen’s being pretty cool about this, Jeff’s got to hand it to him.
“Seriously,” Jensen leans in closer to Jared and Jeff watches quietly as his front rubs up against Jared’s side when they wrap their arms around each other in a half-hug. “You guys have fun.”
Jensen waits for Jared to glance at Jeff, then nod at Jensen before he stands, ducks down and presses his cheek to Jared’s.
“You’ll be fine,” he hears Jensen say into Jared’s ear. “Jeff’s a good guy.”
Jeff watches Jensen press a kiss to Jared’s temple and then Jensen holds out his hand for Jeff. Jeff takes it, clasps it tightly in between both of his and when Jensen lets go he says, “Take care, Jensen.”
“Yeah. See you, Jeff.”
And then Jensen’s gone and he’s left alone with Jared.
“He’s right,” Jeff says, turning back. He leans a little closer to Jared across the table and folds his hands together so his knuckles are almost pressed to Jared’s. “I am a good guy.”
“Was it ever serious between you two?” Jared asks, slides his hand half an inch so they’re just barely touching.
“Me and Jensen?” Jeff asks, because he could play stupid, but he won’t. He gives Jared too much credit for that. “Nah. Honestly, nothing happened there. We hung out for a bit, that’s all. I live in San Fran, so even if I was looking for something serious, it probably wouldn’t be with someone so far from home.”
Jared smiles then and quickly throws back the rest of his beer.
“Good enough,” he says. “So, you want to get out of here?”
Jeff laughs, reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet and tosses two twenties on the table.
“That was a lot easier than I thought it would be,” Jeff tells him as he stands and waits for Jared to step out his chair before they start walking to the exit. “I have a limo outside. Is my hotel room okay?”
***
Twenty minutes later Jared is shirtless and kneeling on the floor between Jeff’s spread legs, moaning obscenely with his mouth open wide and his lips wrapped tight around Jeff’s cock.
“Shit yeah,” Jeff grunts, reaches up to loosen his tie so it’s easier to breath and then threads his fingers through Jared’s hair. He grips tight and bucks his hips up, yanks Jared’s head down against his groin until he’s halfway down the guy’s throat. “Suck it.”
Jared groans and the vibrations shoot through Jeff’s cock, make him slam his eyes shut and grind his teeth together. Jared is good at this. Jeff’s gotten a lot of head in his time and he’s pretty confident putting Jared solidly in the top five. So yeah, if he keeps this up for very much longer, Jeff’s going to embarrass himself.
He’s not ready to come yet, not until he’s seen all of Jared, touched him and tasted him laid him out all pretty on those crisp white sheets. He loosens his grip on Jared’s hair and lets him set his own pace for a while, lets him bob up and down and suck and swallow and lick and drive Jeff crazy but it’s not very long before he’s easing Jared back.
“Get on the bed,” he says, when Jared sits back on his heals and looks up at him. Jared stands and grins a sly grin, bites his lip as he opens his pants and starts to work them down over his hips.
“No, stop,” Jeff says. “I want to do that.”
“Hell yeah,” Jared says and just about scrambles backwards onto the bed, lays himself out so he’s propped up on his elbow and watches Jeff walk towards him.
“Damn, look at you,” Jeff says after a low whistle, takes the bunched up muscles of Jared’s left bicep, the way the lines flow over his shoulders and cast the skin of his chest and stomach in light and shadow. He sure lucked out tonight, that’s for damn sure.
“Not so bad yourself,” Jared smiles and his eyes widen and his breathing speeds up when Jeff quickly strips himself out of his clothes on his slow walk to the bed. He stops at the foot and climbs up, crawls along Jared’s long body and presses close, the rough slide of denim against the bare skin of his legs ramping his arousal up even more.
He rolls slightly, pushes Jared down and fits their chests together, wraps his solid fingers around the back of Jared’s head and angles him in for a kiss.
It’s hot and wet and Jeff moans into the warm slide of Jared’s tongue against his own. He tilts his head opens his mouth wider, presses in harder and he kisses Jared deeper, lips soft and coaxing over Jared’s. It’s not rough and fast, there’s no mad clack of teeth like they can’t get enough – they’ve got all night if they want it and it’s just… nice.
Lazy and slow, they move together like that, mouth on mouth and chest on chest for long minutes. Eventually the rest of Jeff’s body starts to join in and his hands trail the length of Jared’s arms, over the dips and grooves of his chest and back and his hips start in on shallow little thrusts against Jared’s crotch.
Jared lets him explore, lets him move and rocks forward into him, kisses him back and wraps his long, long arms around Jeff and holds him close. Jeff loses track of how they’re at it, making out like teenagers, not desperate or urgent, just content in the moment. He doesn’t often have nights like this, nights that feel so comfortable, so happy and by the time he pulls back to slide Jared’s pants and underwear down and off, they’re both shaking and stiff, dripping and so, so ready.
Jeff takes his time when he runs his hands back up Jared’s legs, through the coarse, black hair and over the sharp line of his shins. His fingers knead the firm flesh, coaxing soft little whimpers out of Jared and when he wraps his fingers around Jared’s stiff cock, Jared cries out and bucks up into his hand.
“I’m actually…” he starts, the words coming shaky and unsure and he takes a short breath and laughs. “I’m actually really damn close, Jeff, so if you want to fuck, we should probably get on with that.”
Jeff lets out a low chuckle at that and lets go of Jared’s dick, smacks him playfully on the hip and tells him, “Roll over, baby.”
“Baby? Really?” Jared asks, smirking up at him, but he does what Jeff says, rolls smoothly onto his front and slides up onto his knees, back arched.
Jeff sucks in a sharp breath at the sight. He was right, earlier; this right here? Jared ready and waiting for him and showing off the sleek, sculpted curve of his ass? This is as close to perfection as he’s ever seen. Fuck, Jeff loves his life.
He reaches over to the table next to the bed for supplies, presses one hand to the base of Jared’s spine and feels him shudder under the touch.
“Good trip so far?” Jared asks and Jeff doesn’t know what he’s talking about for a second, until he sees that Jared’s smirking and looking at the open box of condoms and used tube of lubricant.
“Getting better and better,” Jeff tells him, grabs what he needs and tosses it on the bed, positions himself behind Jared and takes the backs of Jared’s thighs in a firm grip. Jared’s back gets the fast-forward version of the slow seduction the rest of him got – Jeff’s too worked up to go slow now and so is Jared – and by the time he’s got three slick fingers buried inside Jared’s hole, stretching the rim and working him open, Jared is slick with sweat all over, writhing and begging.
“Please,” he says, the worked a cracked whisper as he works himself back onto Jeff’s fingers. “Fuck, please Jeff. Come on.”
Jeff could tease him some more. He thinks about it, about just doing this for another hour, two maybe. Jared looks amazing. And Jared knows he looks amazing and Jeff suspects that only about half of Jared’s neediness is real. He’s playing it up. He’s got it and he knows it and he knows how to work it and that, Jeff figures, deserves some mercy.
“Yeah,” Jeff agrees and he pulls his fingers free and rolls on a condom. He lines up then and pushes inside, Jared’s insides slick and tight around him and they both let out low moans that last for the entire long slide. “Oh, God yeah.”
Jeff stops when he’s all the way in, cups his hands around Jared’s hips and presses his fingertips into the grooves, squeezes his eyes shut and breathes. He’s got endurance. Or, he usually does. He’s not exactly young anymore and he doesn’t shoot as soon as he’s inside like he did when he was a kid, but they’ve been at this for well over an hour now and Jeff’s been close since they started.
Jared grunts then, short and sharp and he smacks the pillow with an open palm before he rocks forward and then slams himself back onto Jeff’s cock.
“Come on,” he growls.
Jeff’s fingers dig into Jared’s hips tighter, his hold forcing Jared still as he starts to rock in and out, slowly. Jared lets out a hitched little breath and falls forward, rests his face in his arms and spreads his legs wider.
Jeff looks down at where his thick shaft is disappearing into Jared’s hole, how the tight pink pucker is stretched and hugging him, taking him deeper and deeper and then he’s got to look away.
“Faster,” Jared mumbles into the pillow. “Or I’m gonna kill you.”
Jeff lets out a shaky chuckle, pulls out even slower the next time and then slams back in as hard and fast as he can.
“Yes!” Jared cries, wriggles that pretty little ass of his on Jeff’s cock and that’s it.
Sure, it’s only been a minute and this is probably a personal record, but Jeff just can’t take it anymore. He bends over slightly, moves one of his hands so that his fingers wrap around Jared’s erection and he starts to pump his fist over it as he fucks into Jared’s ass in quick, brutal thrusts.
“I’m sorry, kid,” Jeff breathes into Jared’s ear. “I kinda wanted this to last a little longer, but…”
“’S okay,” Jared answers, rocking his hips back and forth between Jeff’s dick and fist, body starting to tense and coil. “I get that a lot.”
Jeff laughs again and then cries out, yanks Jared to him, hold Jared’s ass tight against his hips as he empties into the condom. When it’s over, he feels a little like he might pass out, but he manages to keep stroking Jared, keep them both upright until Jared comes, sticky and messy on a choked off curse.
Jeff lets out a long breath and tumbles to the bed with Jared, lands on his side with one arm and one leg around a face-down Jared.
“Mmmph,” Jared says and Jeff smiles, kisses his cheek and stretches, rolls onto his back.
He closes his eyes and relaxes back into the sheets, slows his breath and lets a lazy smile plump his cheeks. He’s going to be jerking off to memories of tonight for a very long time. He’s tired, he’s happy, he’s sated and he’s a little buzzed out so it’s his fault that only two minutes after the most spectacular sex he’s had in years, he’s almost asleep.
“Do you want me to leave?” Jared asks, making Jeff jerk back to full alertness. Jared’s facing him now, rolled onto his side with his fingers fidgeting in the sheets an inch or two from Jeff’s ribs.
“What?” Jeff asks, frowning. “No, of course not.”
He shifts on the bed and works an arm underneath Jared, pulls him so Jared is pressed up to his side and Jared’s head is resting on his shoulder with his hand rubbing lightly up and down Jared’s arm.
“Because I have work in the morning, so it would make sense for me to go.”
“Jared,” Jeff says and stills his hand, presses a kiss to the top of Jared’s head. “Stay. Just because this isn’t going to turn into forever, doesn’t mean I’m in any hurry to have you gone. Stay. Please.”
It’s weird. Jeff doesn’t really ask people to stay. He doesn’t kick them out, but when someone says it’s time for them to go, Jeff’s usually more than happy to see them to the door. Tonight though, he really hopes Jared stays.
Jared’s quiet for a while, body soft and lax against Jeff’s but Jeff can tell he’s not falling asleep.
“I don’t…” Jared starts, wraps an arm around Jeff and playfully bites his chest before kissing over the teeth marks. “I don’t do this a lot. You know… Go home with random guys. And I’m not expecting anything – I know how this works, so don’t worry about that. But you’re hot and you’re nice and Jensen said you were a good guy.”
“Jared…”
“And I just wanted you to know I had fun. And I’ll think about you.”
Jeff’s arm tightens around Jared and he pulls him closer before he loosens his grasp again and his fingers thread through the shaggy strands of hair at the back of Jared’s head.
“I’m in town for another few days,” Jeff says, fighting an internal battle as he makes an offer he hasn’t made in a long time. “Maybe we can see each other again.”
“You don’t have to…”
“I know. And you don’t have to say yes. But I’m officially asking you to have dinner with me tomorrow.”
Jared doesn’t answer for so long that Jeff thinks he’s not going to so he mentally cuts his losses. He had a good time, Jared had a good time, he’ll get a few hours sleep with a hot guy in his arms, so really he doesn’t have much to complain about.
Except the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that’s telling him to quit playing it cool already and put himself out there, because sure, this thing with Jared will probably turn out to be nothing, but another date is another date and Jeff kind of really wants it.
But then Jared shimmies, snuggles down into Jeff’s body.
“Yeah,” he finally answers. “Yeah, I’d love to see you again.”
END
charmedstrange1, who asked for some Jared/JDM. It's not exactly JDM fixing up poor woobie Jared, like you suggested, and some Jensen/JDM and Jensen/Jared managed to sneak in there, but it is actually some Jared/JDM, so... I hope you like it!Title: Break From the Same Old
Pairing: Jared/JDM, unrequited JDM/Jensen, Jensen/Jared
Rating: Adult
Summary: Jeff is on a business trip, hitting the clubs with his colleagues and looking for some entertainment, like always, when Jared catches his eye. Turns out Jared has a best friend and Jensen and Jeff go way back.
***
Jeff likes slightly younger men.
That’s not a secret and it’s never a surprise when he eyes up the ‘just pushing thirty’ crowd at the clubs, when he passes by the forty-somethings, dismissing them as too experienced, too jaded. Nobody raises an eyebrow when he doesn’t even spare a glace towards the kids in their early twenties, most of them just looking for a rich older man, a sweet ride.
Of course, Jeff is well off and generous with his cash and there’s a ridiculous, alpha-male part of him buried deep down inside that gets off on making pretty young things swoon at the sight of gold watches and pink Cadillacs. Any wealthy, middle-aged man who had yet to settle down and was looking to play the field would be lying if they didn’t admit the same.
He’s not an asshole, though and he’s only willing to use people so far as they’re willing to be used. He only wants to pick out the sweetest young men to bring home with him if they’re just as eager to go. Not too young, though. That’s important. He likes younger men, sure, but he doesn’t like boys.
He takes a sip of his scotch, leans back against the plush seat at his table in a slightly more darkened corner of the club and takes a look around. It’s been a while since he’s been down to San Jose, he only recognises a couple of faces and while he’s not completely adverse to repeat performances, he hasn’t met anyone in this town worthy of one since…
Anyway.
Tonight, he’s in the mood for something new.
It’s not long before he finds it.
A man, standing by the sleek black bar, one elbow rested against it and hunched slightly, still a good few inches taller than all but one of the friends surrounding him. His fingers are curled around the stem of his drink, gorgeous, tanned skin turning abruptly to the day-glow green of his cocktail. A cocktail Jeff wouldn’t be caught dead with, would prefer his friends never be caught dead with either, but… damn.
The way the man laughs at something one of his friends says, the way his dimples pierce his cheeks and the way he ducks his head down, too-long shag of dark hair falling into his eyes… Yeah. It’s all over. He doesn’t exactly have a great view, but from what he can tell from the loose-fitting jeans, the guy’s ass is killer, which only doubles his interest.
This one, Jeff decides and feels for one, brief, crazy moment like he’s some kind of fairy tale villain, choosing his princess.
He’s leaving the club tonight with this one, or he’s leaving with no-one.
He gets up from his booth, nods at the few colleagues that followed him here with a sly smile as he drops enough money to cover the whole table and stalks off in the direction of his new friend.
It’s not until he gets closer, until the music changes and the lights along with it, something more upbeat, happier and brighter that he can see the man’s face more clearly, through the strobe of harsh light and shadow. It’s gorgeous, fucking incredible and his eyes are big and dark and he’s still got these dimples that make Jeff want to cry and he’s…
He’s dancing with somebody else. He’s laughing and throwing his head back against some other man’s shoulder as the other man wraps a hand around Dimples’ waist and grinds up against him from behind.
Well.
It’s a hurdle, Jeff’s man enough to admit that, but it’s not defeat.
He takes a few steps forward, then a few more. After he’s only five meters from his brand new object of interest he pauses, watches the yellow and purple and red and green light rain down on him and his dance partner in a headache-inducing pattern. He’s really getting too old for this shit.
He’s more than rich enough to ask the club, others like it, if they deliver. It would make things so much easier. It might take away half the fun though, and that’s a half that Jeff’s not ready to give up just yet. Maybe in a few years.
He sucks in a sharp breath when the lights change slightly, get brighter as the music crescendos for a split second and in the flash he catches the face of the man Dimples is trying to fuck through his pants. The guy with his arm around Dimples’ waist and thrusting against Dimples’ ass under the guise of dancing.
It’s funny, almost.
“Jensen,” Jeff says, shaking off his unwarranted possessiveness and stalking forward until Dimples is sandwiched between them, too close for propriety. Jensen never gave two shits for propriety anyway, not as far as Jeff can remember.
Jensen.
Fifteen years ago Jensen was almost too pretty too be real (fuck, the man is even better looking now, if Jeff’s being honest) and it wasn’t until after four days of courting, of taking Jensen out to fancy restaurants and funding shopping sprees at the best stores in town and after some of Jeff’s very best (and most honest) work at seduction over ice skating and ballgames and private, candlelight dinners for two, that Jensen said no.
When he got Jensen back to his stupidly luxurious hotel room, when he plied him with Champagne and fresh fruit and SportsNet and the most comfortable bed Jeff had ever laid on, Jensen said no.
Jensen ate the food and drank the drink and kissed Jeff all pretty and pliant, but when Jeff went looking for more, went looking for what everyone else always gave, Jensen said no.
The only one who ever did.
And Jeff was too shocked to even be pissed off. He just laughed, kissed Jensen again and invited him to hang around for the rest of the two weeks Jeff was in town. They’d been two of the best weeks Jeff can remember sharing with someone – that didn’t involve sex, anyway – and when Jeff left for home again, back to San Francisco, he did something he never did. He gave Jensen his number.
Jensen never called.
He sees him every couple of years, at the occasional corporate Christmas party or business meeting, but until very recently, Jensen wasn’t important enough to actually work with Jeff.
Jensen is currently head of his division in market research for MorganLight, the leading electronics corporation in the western US, but that’s not Jeff’s doing. Not really. After setting up the first interview for a sweet kid fresh out of college more than a decade back, Jensen climbed the corporate ladder all on his own.
“Jeff?” Jensen asks, blinking through the haze and low lighting, like he’s trying to make sure Jeff is who Jensen thinks he is. It makes Jeff hide a smile when Jensen straightens up, making himself as tall as he can and he pulls Dimples even closer to his front as they stop dancing.
Interesting.
Jeff would back off in a second if he thought the two of them were a couple, but he’s not really getting that vibe. “Jesus, I haven’t seen you in... what? Two years? What are you doing here? Business trip?”
“Yeah,” Jeff answers. “Got some meetings lined up with the VP here in town and with some folks from R&D. We should get together for lunch while I’m in town.”
Jensen smiles and cocks his head, says, “Yeah, let’s do that,” in a way they both know means ‘probably not’. They’re on friendly enough terms, Jeff supposes. They have no reason at all to dislike each other – in fact, they like each other fine – but they’re not exactly friends.
Jeff smiles back and then he looks over at Dimples, who leans back into Jensen a little at the way Jeff bites his lip and his eyes flit down to get a closer look at the impressively wide chest. Fuck, that’s going to feel good under his hands, later.
“Who’s your friend?”
Dimples opens his mouth, probably to protest not being spoken to directly, but Jensen beats him to it. Good thing, too. The leer he greeted him with, while well-intentioned, doesn’t always go over so well and starting out with an argument would probably kill his chances.
“Jared,” Jensen says to Jeff, fingers squeezing over Jared’s hip once before he lets go completely, steps slightly away with a gentle pat to Jared’s back. “Jared, this is Jeff, an old friend.”
Jeff smiles at Jared then, warm and inviting and flirty, that totally unthreatening smile that’s gotten countless men to follow where he leads. He tamps down the wide grin that wants to erupt when Jared blushes, looks away for a second and steps further away from Jensen.
It’s a good sign, but it’s not a win. Not yet.
“It’s been a long time, Jensen. Why don’t we sit for a drink?”
“Actually…” Jensen starts, his jaw tightening slightly. He knows what Jeff’s really asking for and he’s not happy about it. Poor guy. Unrequited interest sucks. “We were planning on heading out. I’ll call you about lunch.”
“What?” Jared says. “No we weren’t. It’s not even eleven.” Jensen shoots Jared a glare and Jared looks suitably guilty, but Jeff figures he’s probably more curious than anything.
Jared looks back and forth between them then, frowning slightly and the confused pull of his eyebrows and the sweet little crinkle of his nose are just about too much. This guy might be even taller than Jeff and built like a Mack truck, but he’s fucking adorable
“One drink,” Jeff tries again. “On me. My coach is turning into a pumpkin soon, but I’d love to catch up, hear what you’ve done with the department since you took over.”
“You work for MorganLight?” Jared asks after a beat, seeming to relax a little at finding out Jeff is a work colleague and not some stalker freak.
“I’m Morgan,” Jeff answers as he holds his hand out for Jared to shake. “Jeff, actually. Jensen and I go way back, but we haven’t had the chance to catch up in much too long.”
“Awesome!” Jared says, smiling wide now, so those dimples of his get even bigger, which really isn’t fair to anyone. He almost feels sorry for Jensen for a split second, when he sees how Jensen’s eyes go soft as he watches the curve of Jared’s mouth. “I gotta take a leak, but I’d love to hear some stories about Jensen back in the day.”
Jared takes off for the washroom then and Jensen stares at Jeff for another few seconds before he sighs, rolls his eyes and leads Jeff to an empty table by the wall. Jensen motions for Jeff to sit first and Jeff laughs as he does, watches Jensen signal the waitress for a round of drinks as he joins him.
“So how have you been, Jensen?” he asks.
“Are we really doing this?” Jensen asks him and Jeff frowns. “If you want to hook up with Jared, just ask him. You don’t need me to chaperone.”
“No, I don’t,” Jeff agrees. “But believe it or not, I’m not a complete asshole. I like to have fun, but I don’t make a habit of going after other people’s guys.”
“Jared’s not my guy,” Jensen bites out.
“Still,” Jeff says, with a conciliatory tilt of his head. “I’m a gentleman. Tell me to back off now, and I will.”
Jensen takes a moment to size Jeff up, maybe decide if he’s telling the truth about that but then the waitress shows up with their drinks and Jensen lets out a breath, leans back in his chair.
“Nah,” he says. “Not really my business. But do me a favour and don’t… Don’t promise him anything, okay? He’s not an idiot and he’s not naïve, but he trusts easily and he tends to get overinvested.”
“I’ve never promised anyone anything,” Jeff says. “Nothing I wasn’t willing to give.” He doesn’t tell people he’s looking for happily ever after when all he really wants is one night.
“You promised me a hell of a lot,” Jensen counters, taking a sip of his beer. “Once upon a time.”
“Yeah,” Jeff agrees, quietly. “Think about that.”
Jensen’s brows furrow into a scowl. It’s sweet and endearingly clueless and Jeff wants to forget about Jared and try for Jensen all over again for a second, but he knows better. And then Jensen’s features change, smooth out and he lets the corner of his mouth turn up in the first honest smile since Jeff showed up.
“It never would have worked,” Jensen points out, unnecessarily.
Jeff takes his own sip of beer then. Jensen’s probably right. In any case, it’s long in the past.
“What are we talkin’ about?” Jared asks, big and booming when he comes back to the table and slides in next Jensen.
Jensen grins a little and he wraps his arm around Jared’s shoulders.
“How cute your ass is,” he says and Jared blushes again and smacks Jensen in the chest.
“Well don’t let me interrupt,” Jared teases. “I know you can go on for hours about it.”
Jared picks up one of the shots, something purple and sickly sweet-looking and throws it back. Then he looks around the table at Jensen and Jeff and downs the other two as well before picking up his glass of beer.
“Nah, it’s cool,” Jensen says. “I wasn’t gonna drink that.”
Jared just smiles at him, like he’s proud of himself or something and Jeff decides he needs to get this show on the road if he wants to have Jared naked and ass up on his hotel bed by the end of the night.
“So Jared,” he says, pitches his voice low and soft, loud enough to be heard over the music but not so that he’s shouting. “What’s your story?”
“Me?” Jared asks. “I grew up in San Jose, went to school here, now I work here as a paralegal and spend most of my free time with this loser.” He smacks Jensen again, makes him choke on his beer and Jared laughs. “Short story. But I thought you were gonna tell me all about Jensen’s misspent youth.”
Jeff laughs and shakes his head at Jared’s smile.
“Sorry, Jared,” he says. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t tell you very much. We’ve really only met a few times.”
“The first time was a long time ago,” Jensen says, putting his half-full glass down and pushing it away from him across the table. “Anyway. It’s getting late and I’ve got work in the morning, so I think I’m just gonna head out.”
“But…” Jared starts to protest even as Jeff hides a smile behind his hand. Jensen’s being pretty cool about this, Jeff’s got to hand it to him.
“Seriously,” Jensen leans in closer to Jared and Jeff watches quietly as his front rubs up against Jared’s side when they wrap their arms around each other in a half-hug. “You guys have fun.”
Jensen waits for Jared to glance at Jeff, then nod at Jensen before he stands, ducks down and presses his cheek to Jared’s.
“You’ll be fine,” he hears Jensen say into Jared’s ear. “Jeff’s a good guy.”
Jeff watches Jensen press a kiss to Jared’s temple and then Jensen holds out his hand for Jeff. Jeff takes it, clasps it tightly in between both of his and when Jensen lets go he says, “Take care, Jensen.”
“Yeah. See you, Jeff.”
And then Jensen’s gone and he’s left alone with Jared.
“He’s right,” Jeff says, turning back. He leans a little closer to Jared across the table and folds his hands together so his knuckles are almost pressed to Jared’s. “I am a good guy.”
“Was it ever serious between you two?” Jared asks, slides his hand half an inch so they’re just barely touching.
“Me and Jensen?” Jeff asks, because he could play stupid, but he won’t. He gives Jared too much credit for that. “Nah. Honestly, nothing happened there. We hung out for a bit, that’s all. I live in San Fran, so even if I was looking for something serious, it probably wouldn’t be with someone so far from home.”
Jared smiles then and quickly throws back the rest of his beer.
“Good enough,” he says. “So, you want to get out of here?”
Jeff laughs, reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet and tosses two twenties on the table.
“That was a lot easier than I thought it would be,” Jeff tells him as he stands and waits for Jared to step out his chair before they start walking to the exit. “I have a limo outside. Is my hotel room okay?”
***
Twenty minutes later Jared is shirtless and kneeling on the floor between Jeff’s spread legs, moaning obscenely with his mouth open wide and his lips wrapped tight around Jeff’s cock.
“Shit yeah,” Jeff grunts, reaches up to loosen his tie so it’s easier to breath and then threads his fingers through Jared’s hair. He grips tight and bucks his hips up, yanks Jared’s head down against his groin until he’s halfway down the guy’s throat. “Suck it.”
Jared groans and the vibrations shoot through Jeff’s cock, make him slam his eyes shut and grind his teeth together. Jared is good at this. Jeff’s gotten a lot of head in his time and he’s pretty confident putting Jared solidly in the top five. So yeah, if he keeps this up for very much longer, Jeff’s going to embarrass himself.
He’s not ready to come yet, not until he’s seen all of Jared, touched him and tasted him laid him out all pretty on those crisp white sheets. He loosens his grip on Jared’s hair and lets him set his own pace for a while, lets him bob up and down and suck and swallow and lick and drive Jeff crazy but it’s not very long before he’s easing Jared back.
“Get on the bed,” he says, when Jared sits back on his heals and looks up at him. Jared stands and grins a sly grin, bites his lip as he opens his pants and starts to work them down over his hips.
“No, stop,” Jeff says. “I want to do that.”
“Hell yeah,” Jared says and just about scrambles backwards onto the bed, lays himself out so he’s propped up on his elbow and watches Jeff walk towards him.
“Damn, look at you,” Jeff says after a low whistle, takes the bunched up muscles of Jared’s left bicep, the way the lines flow over his shoulders and cast the skin of his chest and stomach in light and shadow. He sure lucked out tonight, that’s for damn sure.
“Not so bad yourself,” Jared smiles and his eyes widen and his breathing speeds up when Jeff quickly strips himself out of his clothes on his slow walk to the bed. He stops at the foot and climbs up, crawls along Jared’s long body and presses close, the rough slide of denim against the bare skin of his legs ramping his arousal up even more.
He rolls slightly, pushes Jared down and fits their chests together, wraps his solid fingers around the back of Jared’s head and angles him in for a kiss.
It’s hot and wet and Jeff moans into the warm slide of Jared’s tongue against his own. He tilts his head opens his mouth wider, presses in harder and he kisses Jared deeper, lips soft and coaxing over Jared’s. It’s not rough and fast, there’s no mad clack of teeth like they can’t get enough – they’ve got all night if they want it and it’s just… nice.
Lazy and slow, they move together like that, mouth on mouth and chest on chest for long minutes. Eventually the rest of Jeff’s body starts to join in and his hands trail the length of Jared’s arms, over the dips and grooves of his chest and back and his hips start in on shallow little thrusts against Jared’s crotch.
Jared lets him explore, lets him move and rocks forward into him, kisses him back and wraps his long, long arms around Jeff and holds him close. Jeff loses track of how they’re at it, making out like teenagers, not desperate or urgent, just content in the moment. He doesn’t often have nights like this, nights that feel so comfortable, so happy and by the time he pulls back to slide Jared’s pants and underwear down and off, they’re both shaking and stiff, dripping and so, so ready.
Jeff takes his time when he runs his hands back up Jared’s legs, through the coarse, black hair and over the sharp line of his shins. His fingers knead the firm flesh, coaxing soft little whimpers out of Jared and when he wraps his fingers around Jared’s stiff cock, Jared cries out and bucks up into his hand.
“I’m actually…” he starts, the words coming shaky and unsure and he takes a short breath and laughs. “I’m actually really damn close, Jeff, so if you want to fuck, we should probably get on with that.”
Jeff lets out a low chuckle at that and lets go of Jared’s dick, smacks him playfully on the hip and tells him, “Roll over, baby.”
“Baby? Really?” Jared asks, smirking up at him, but he does what Jeff says, rolls smoothly onto his front and slides up onto his knees, back arched.
Jeff sucks in a sharp breath at the sight. He was right, earlier; this right here? Jared ready and waiting for him and showing off the sleek, sculpted curve of his ass? This is as close to perfection as he’s ever seen. Fuck, Jeff loves his life.
He reaches over to the table next to the bed for supplies, presses one hand to the base of Jared’s spine and feels him shudder under the touch.
“Good trip so far?” Jared asks and Jeff doesn’t know what he’s talking about for a second, until he sees that Jared’s smirking and looking at the open box of condoms and used tube of lubricant.
“Getting better and better,” Jeff tells him, grabs what he needs and tosses it on the bed, positions himself behind Jared and takes the backs of Jared’s thighs in a firm grip. Jared’s back gets the fast-forward version of the slow seduction the rest of him got – Jeff’s too worked up to go slow now and so is Jared – and by the time he’s got three slick fingers buried inside Jared’s hole, stretching the rim and working him open, Jared is slick with sweat all over, writhing and begging.
“Please,” he says, the worked a cracked whisper as he works himself back onto Jeff’s fingers. “Fuck, please Jeff. Come on.”
Jeff could tease him some more. He thinks about it, about just doing this for another hour, two maybe. Jared looks amazing. And Jared knows he looks amazing and Jeff suspects that only about half of Jared’s neediness is real. He’s playing it up. He’s got it and he knows it and he knows how to work it and that, Jeff figures, deserves some mercy.
“Yeah,” Jeff agrees and he pulls his fingers free and rolls on a condom. He lines up then and pushes inside, Jared’s insides slick and tight around him and they both let out low moans that last for the entire long slide. “Oh, God yeah.”
Jeff stops when he’s all the way in, cups his hands around Jared’s hips and presses his fingertips into the grooves, squeezes his eyes shut and breathes. He’s got endurance. Or, he usually does. He’s not exactly young anymore and he doesn’t shoot as soon as he’s inside like he did when he was a kid, but they’ve been at this for well over an hour now and Jeff’s been close since they started.
Jared grunts then, short and sharp and he smacks the pillow with an open palm before he rocks forward and then slams himself back onto Jeff’s cock.
“Come on,” he growls.
Jeff’s fingers dig into Jared’s hips tighter, his hold forcing Jared still as he starts to rock in and out, slowly. Jared lets out a hitched little breath and falls forward, rests his face in his arms and spreads his legs wider.
Jeff looks down at where his thick shaft is disappearing into Jared’s hole, how the tight pink pucker is stretched and hugging him, taking him deeper and deeper and then he’s got to look away.
“Faster,” Jared mumbles into the pillow. “Or I’m gonna kill you.”
Jeff lets out a shaky chuckle, pulls out even slower the next time and then slams back in as hard and fast as he can.
“Yes!” Jared cries, wriggles that pretty little ass of his on Jeff’s cock and that’s it.
Sure, it’s only been a minute and this is probably a personal record, but Jeff just can’t take it anymore. He bends over slightly, moves one of his hands so that his fingers wrap around Jared’s erection and he starts to pump his fist over it as he fucks into Jared’s ass in quick, brutal thrusts.
“I’m sorry, kid,” Jeff breathes into Jared’s ear. “I kinda wanted this to last a little longer, but…”
“’S okay,” Jared answers, rocking his hips back and forth between Jeff’s dick and fist, body starting to tense and coil. “I get that a lot.”
Jeff laughs again and then cries out, yanks Jared to him, hold Jared’s ass tight against his hips as he empties into the condom. When it’s over, he feels a little like he might pass out, but he manages to keep stroking Jared, keep them both upright until Jared comes, sticky and messy on a choked off curse.
Jeff lets out a long breath and tumbles to the bed with Jared, lands on his side with one arm and one leg around a face-down Jared.
“Mmmph,” Jared says and Jeff smiles, kisses his cheek and stretches, rolls onto his back.
He closes his eyes and relaxes back into the sheets, slows his breath and lets a lazy smile plump his cheeks. He’s going to be jerking off to memories of tonight for a very long time. He’s tired, he’s happy, he’s sated and he’s a little buzzed out so it’s his fault that only two minutes after the most spectacular sex he’s had in years, he’s almost asleep.
“Do you want me to leave?” Jared asks, making Jeff jerk back to full alertness. Jared’s facing him now, rolled onto his side with his fingers fidgeting in the sheets an inch or two from Jeff’s ribs.
“What?” Jeff asks, frowning. “No, of course not.”
He shifts on the bed and works an arm underneath Jared, pulls him so Jared is pressed up to his side and Jared’s head is resting on his shoulder with his hand rubbing lightly up and down Jared’s arm.
“Because I have work in the morning, so it would make sense for me to go.”
“Jared,” Jeff says and stills his hand, presses a kiss to the top of Jared’s head. “Stay. Just because this isn’t going to turn into forever, doesn’t mean I’m in any hurry to have you gone. Stay. Please.”
It’s weird. Jeff doesn’t really ask people to stay. He doesn’t kick them out, but when someone says it’s time for them to go, Jeff’s usually more than happy to see them to the door. Tonight though, he really hopes Jared stays.
Jared’s quiet for a while, body soft and lax against Jeff’s but Jeff can tell he’s not falling asleep.
“I don’t…” Jared starts, wraps an arm around Jeff and playfully bites his chest before kissing over the teeth marks. “I don’t do this a lot. You know… Go home with random guys. And I’m not expecting anything – I know how this works, so don’t worry about that. But you’re hot and you’re nice and Jensen said you were a good guy.”
“Jared…”
“And I just wanted you to know I had fun. And I’ll think about you.”
Jeff’s arm tightens around Jared and he pulls him closer before he loosens his grasp again and his fingers thread through the shaggy strands of hair at the back of Jared’s head.
“I’m in town for another few days,” Jeff says, fighting an internal battle as he makes an offer he hasn’t made in a long time. “Maybe we can see each other again.”
“You don’t have to…”
“I know. And you don’t have to say yes. But I’m officially asking you to have dinner with me tomorrow.”
Jared doesn’t answer for so long that Jeff thinks he’s not going to so he mentally cuts his losses. He had a good time, Jared had a good time, he’ll get a few hours sleep with a hot guy in his arms, so really he doesn’t have much to complain about.
Except the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that’s telling him to quit playing it cool already and put himself out there, because sure, this thing with Jared will probably turn out to be nothing, but another date is another date and Jeff kind of really wants it.
But then Jared shimmies, snuggles down into Jeff’s body.
“Yeah,” he finally answers. “Yeah, I’d love to see you again.”
END
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