fic: the flash of chrome 2/2
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puchuupoetTitle: the flash of chrome
Author: puchuupoet
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: ~7,600
Rating: R
Heads-up: Mentions of homophobia, minor violence, sex, language
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened, completely fictional.
Part one
The work day's dragging on. Two weeks later, and Jensen can't manage to stay focused on anything. Sarah's given him several odd looks so far, even going far enough to point out that it's a Friday and the office won't implode if he takes off early.
"It's that obvious?" Jensen shuffles through the papers on his desk, picking out the vital accounts to take home.
Sarah cocks her head and raises her eyebrows at him. "If I had to guess, I'd say you're a middle schooler about to head out on his first date, except it's been going for at least a couple of weeks now." Jensen stiffens at her words and focuses particularly hard on the paper in front of him. "Knowing you though? The numbers aren't matching or your car's still making a weird sound, which is why its pretty ass isn't sitting out in the company lot."
Jensen huffs out a breath. "It's, yeah. It's car-related."
Sarah reaches over to twist his Rolodex around. "That's easy enough to fix. Here." She hands him a crisp business card. "The other one got worn out pretty quick."
Jensen glances down, his eyes freezing on the crisp Jared Padalecki printed on the card. He doesn't have the heart to tell Sarah the last one's sitting at the bottom of the trash can, hand-shredded.
"You better call him. Get things fixed up before it gets worse." She smiles at Jensen when he finally looks up at her. "With the car. It's bad to keep driving on it when something's off."
"Right." Jensen doesn't move until he sees the phone slowly getting pushed towards him. He sighs before picking up the receiver, avoiding Sarah's pleased grin.
The drive home drags on, Jensen nervously tapping on the Lexus' steering wheel. He hadn't been able to get a hold of Jared, so he had just left a message.
He rounds the corner to his street slowly, huffing out a sigh of relief when all he sees is the Impala parked in the driveway. Maybe when he gets in he can call Jared, tell him it was a mistake and that Jensen was able to take care of it himself. Right.
He pulls in next to the Impala, the body enclosed in a nice grey car cover Jensen had bought minutes after getting Jason's "we got it!" email. It flutters in the breeze and Jensen thinks nothing of it as he gets out and starts to gather his briefcase and coffee mug.
"I don't get how you're able to hide something like this." Jared's voice comes out of nowhere, and Jensen's pretty sure that gave him a heart attack as Jared emerges on the other side of the Impala.
"What the fuck are you doing, you... creeper." Jensen grasps at words, too focused on the fact that Jared is right there than to worry about what's coming out of his mouth.
Jared just raises an eyebrow. "You're the one who called me, man." He shifts as if he's about to walk around, but instead just leans his arms on top of the car, resting his chin on them.
"Right, yeah." Jensen trails off. "Let me just drop these off inside."
Jared smiles then, waving his hand at Jensen. "I'll get started out here. If you're not back soon I'm coming in after you."
Jensen's stomach flips at the words, and he nods before heading into the house. He knows he's reading too much into them, that he'll never be able to avoid that as long as Jared's around. He drops the papers on the dining room table before shrugging out of his jacket. Jensen's tempted to change, but he doesn't doubt that Jared would come after him.
When he gets back outside he sees that Jared's already popped the hood, the cover pushed back up against the windshield.
"Still can't believe you had a cover on her. I mean, that's good and all, but that implies driving isn't happening."
Jensen ducks his head. "It wouldn't fit in the garage..." He pulls the cover the rest of the way off, rolling it up in his arms before heading back to open the trunk. He closes it with a satisfying bang, the metal warm under his fingers.
"Out of sight, out of mind doesn't work like that on cars like this. Or on me," Jared adds as an afterthought as he leans further back over the engine.
"I didn't mean for that to happen. " Jensen knows how crappy of an excuse that sounds like, and he walks over to lean against the side of the Impala to avoid Jared's gaze.
"Please don't tell me that all it was is a loosely connected battery?"
"What? God no." Jensen's offended at the idea that he would miss something that basic. Granted, he's not a car guy, but even he knows how to jump a car and check the battery. "Was it loose?"
"Just testing you." Jared walks around from the front of the Impala to stand in front of Jensen. "If not the car, then what?"
Jensen opens his mouth for a second before closing it again, shaking his head. He jumps when Jared rests his hands on either side of him, grasping on to the chrome edging.
"We're not playing this game Jensen." Jared steps closer, reaching to cup Jensen's chin. "If I've misread anything, tell me and I'll stop."
Jensen's shaking his head before Jared's even done talking, his hands reaching out to grab at Jared's shirt. His fingers twist in the fabric, uncertain, and Jensen swears he hears an annoyed sound escape from Jared.
"Just, not here..." He trails off. "My neighbors, no one knows here." His words sound weak, even to his ears, but Jared seems to get it, nodding and taking a step back. Jared runs a hand through his hair before walking around to the engine.
"Let's take it out, see how it sounds." Jared closes the hood with a loud slam. "I'll drive."
Jensen nods, handing the keys to him before heading around to the passenger side. It's an odd feeling, getting in on this side, and it takes him two tries to find the seat belt wedged in between the door and the seat.
Jared slides in, a practiced move that's duplicated in how easily he finds the ignition. They both instinctively smile as he starts her up, Jensen glancing over to watch Jared's expression.
Jared eases the Impala out of the driveway, cruising along at a low rumble until they're out of Jensen's neighborhood. He doesn't push it, staying at the speed limit and Jensen wonders what exactly is going on. He admits it's nice though, as Jared takes the back roads; being able to sit back and look out the window.
He doesn't talk until they start to get closer in to town again and Jared hits the turn signal, a steady tic that has Jensen's heart racing. He glances up at the sign - Padalecki Motors and Repairs and twists around to face Jared.
"What's going on?"
Jared stays quiet as he lines up the Impala with one of the bays, slowly nosing her in until they're surrounded by tools and clean white walls. Jared turns the car off, and the sound of the engine ticking reverberates in the silence.
"We're not in your neighborhood anymore," he murmurs, facing Jensen. "No one's around, save me and the dogs."
"At the bar that night..." Jensen starts, but Jared apologetically holds up his hand.
"You don't have to explain that, if you don't want." At Jensen's confused look Jared keeps talking. "Chris explained a little, after you left. That you're only out to close friends..."
Jensen nods, trying to gather his thoughts. "That's not it though, not completely." He grips at his pants, twisting at the fabric. It's now or never really, if he wants to be honest with himself. And Jared deserves the truth.
When Jensen had first started driving the Impala to work, the bench seat had been an annoying factor in his commute, allowing his papers and briefcase to slide and shuffle around. Now he's thankful for it, unbuckling with a loud click before pushing himself over towards Jared. His pants cuff catches on the shift knob but that doesn't stop him from reaching towards Jared, sliding his hand around the back of Jared's neck.
"Wanted you since the day we met," he whispers, resting his forehead against Jared's. It's easier this way, no eye contact, no fear of a flash of rejection. But Jared's laugh causes him to risk looking up and staring.
"I can beat that." Jared smirks at Jensen's confused look. "I've been waiting to meet you since Chris showed up talking about his constantly single best friend. That you were getting a car just made the chance of introduction easier."
Jensen pulls back, amused and slightly annoyed. "For that long? And Chris? God..." He rubs at his face before glancing sheepishly at Jared. "I should have caught on sooner."
Jared shakes his head with a laugh. "But we're on the same page now?" At Jensen's nod he flushes and bites at his lower lip. "This is going to sound incredibly cheesy, but do you wanna start making up for lost time?"
Jensen just leans back in, doing his best not to think as he presses his lips to Jared's. It's been far too long since he's allowed himself this, to fall and not worry if there's someone there to catch him. His hands tangle in Jared's shirt for a moment, pulling him closer before Jensen starts to try and unbutton it without looking.
"You know there's a better place we could be doing this," Jared pulls back long enough to murmur. At Jensen's quizzical look Jared tilts his head towards the back seat. "That's where all the cool kids go to make out."
"Really now?" Jensen smirks.
"Come on already." Jared untangles himself from Jensen's grasp, pushing off from the floorboards before twisting around and clambering over the seat back. His legs flail in the air as he tries to right himself, but he's quickly grinning at Jensen from the back. "It's nice back here," he teases, patting at the seat next to him.
"I'm already seduced," Jensen grumbles, trying to figure out the easiest way back there. He waits too long though, until Jared's leaning over and wrapping his arms around Jensen's chest, hefting him up and over until Jensen's half on his lap and half on the seat.
"Comfy, right?" Jared murmurs against Jensen's neck as he fumbles with Jensen's shirt, tugging it free from his pants.
"It's getting there," Jensen smiles, hands mimicking Jared's except his are sliding up Jared's shirt, tracing over his stomach.
"I really can't believe you didn't figure it out back when we met..." Jared says, pulling back to unbuckle Jensen's belt, his fingers quick on the fly.
"You and the car? Too good to be true," Jensen gasps out, looking down where Jared's resting his hands on Jensen's thighs.
"Not too fast?" Jared's fingers are slowly creeping towards Jensen's crotch, the flash of blue boxers bright against his dark work pants.
"Wha? No, not at all. Please." Jensen's hips hitch up under Jared's grasp and he groans at the look Jared gives him in response.
"Begging's a good look on you," Jared teases, fingers wrapping around the waistband of Jensen's boxers and pants. "Lift up."
Jensen does, and the vinyl's cold on his ass but that flashes out of his mind in a heartbeat, cause Jared's smirking and leaning down, until all Jensen's aware of is heated suction and muffled moaning.
Jared pulls back for a moment, long enough to get out "Scoot back" and then he's licking a path down Jensen's cock, wrapping one hand around the base of it.
Jensen moves back slowly, Jared staying with him til Jensen feels the door against his back. He wants to let his head fall back but the ceiling's in the way, so instead he watches Jared through low-lidded eyes and tries not to come too quickly.
Jared doesn't help, his cheeks sucked in, hair falling in his face and Jensen reaches out to brush it out of the way. Jared whimpers around Jensen's dick, his other hand reaching up to grab at Jensen's shoulder.
Jensen lets his fingers trail over Jared's cheek before tangling back in his hair. It just makes Jared suck harder, fist jacking Jensen off as well and it's all overwhelming.
"Jared," Jensen warns, thinks he warns, cause it's been so long and this, this is what he hasn't been able to get out of his mind for three weeks.
Jared pulls off, sliding up Jensen's body til they're kissing, breathless and gasping and Jensen's senses are overwhelmed with grease and musk.
"Thought about this when you first came in," Jared's voice is a low, slow murmur in Jensen's ear, a contrast to his hand picking up speed on his cock. Jensen just groans, grabbing at Jared's ass and neck and tries to pull him in closer.
"Wanted to bend you over the hood of your car, get your office clothes nice and dirty." Jensen can feel the familiar tingle start up in his body at Jared's words, a slow pulse that has his hips jerking up against Jared as he starts to groan louder.
"'m gonna do that, you know," Jared smiles against Jensen's neck. "Bend you over, lick you open and fuck you."
Jensen tenses, clutching at Jared as he comes, hard spurts that get smeared between them. Jared's hand keeps moving, encouraging him on til Jensen slumps back and bats his hand away. Jensen keeps his eyes closed til he feels a soft touch on his mouth, and he opens them to find Jared grinning at him.
"Jesus, you're a cuddler, aren't you?" Jensen looks down at the mess on his lap and shirt, then back up at Jared. "What do you want to do?"
"Get you completely naked," Jared answers immediately, grinning when Jensen shakes his head at him.
"Please tell me you have something here to clean this mess up," Jensen mumbles, running his hand through Jared's hair.
Jared snorts out a laugh as he leans over to press another kiss to Jensen's mouth. "And I'm going to make you learn all about it later. First things first though, I have a shower in the back. Even have a spare jumpsuit for your ass, so you don't mess up the upholstery on the way home."
Jensen lazily grins at Jared. "And what's motivating me to get my ass home right now?"
"All those things I was promising you earlier? Works equally as well over the arm of your couch." Jared smiles back at Jensen, leaning in to kiss him again, and this time Jensen's well aware of the hard press of Jared's cock against his thigh. "You ready?"
"Fuck yes," Jensen sighs out, suddenly more awake. He squirms under the press of Jared's body. "But only if you are."
~
Author: puchuupoet
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: ~7,600
Rating: R
Heads-up: Mentions of homophobia, minor violence, sex, language
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened, completely fictional.
Part one
The work day's dragging on. Two weeks later, and Jensen can't manage to stay focused on anything. Sarah's given him several odd looks so far, even going far enough to point out that it's a Friday and the office won't implode if he takes off early.
"It's that obvious?" Jensen shuffles through the papers on his desk, picking out the vital accounts to take home.
Sarah cocks her head and raises her eyebrows at him. "If I had to guess, I'd say you're a middle schooler about to head out on his first date, except it's been going for at least a couple of weeks now." Jensen stiffens at her words and focuses particularly hard on the paper in front of him. "Knowing you though? The numbers aren't matching or your car's still making a weird sound, which is why its pretty ass isn't sitting out in the company lot."
Jensen huffs out a breath. "It's, yeah. It's car-related."
Sarah reaches over to twist his Rolodex around. "That's easy enough to fix. Here." She hands him a crisp business card. "The other one got worn out pretty quick."
Jensen glances down, his eyes freezing on the crisp Jared Padalecki printed on the card. He doesn't have the heart to tell Sarah the last one's sitting at the bottom of the trash can, hand-shredded.
"You better call him. Get things fixed up before it gets worse." She smiles at Jensen when he finally looks up at her. "With the car. It's bad to keep driving on it when something's off."
"Right." Jensen doesn't move until he sees the phone slowly getting pushed towards him. He sighs before picking up the receiver, avoiding Sarah's pleased grin.
The drive home drags on, Jensen nervously tapping on the Lexus' steering wheel. He hadn't been able to get a hold of Jared, so he had just left a message.
He rounds the corner to his street slowly, huffing out a sigh of relief when all he sees is the Impala parked in the driveway. Maybe when he gets in he can call Jared, tell him it was a mistake and that Jensen was able to take care of it himself. Right.
He pulls in next to the Impala, the body enclosed in a nice grey car cover Jensen had bought minutes after getting Jason's "we got it!" email. It flutters in the breeze and Jensen thinks nothing of it as he gets out and starts to gather his briefcase and coffee mug.
"I don't get how you're able to hide something like this." Jared's voice comes out of nowhere, and Jensen's pretty sure that gave him a heart attack as Jared emerges on the other side of the Impala.
"What the fuck are you doing, you... creeper." Jensen grasps at words, too focused on the fact that Jared is right there than to worry about what's coming out of his mouth.
Jared just raises an eyebrow. "You're the one who called me, man." He shifts as if he's about to walk around, but instead just leans his arms on top of the car, resting his chin on them.
"Right, yeah." Jensen trails off. "Let me just drop these off inside."
Jared smiles then, waving his hand at Jensen. "I'll get started out here. If you're not back soon I'm coming in after you."
Jensen's stomach flips at the words, and he nods before heading into the house. He knows he's reading too much into them, that he'll never be able to avoid that as long as Jared's around. He drops the papers on the dining room table before shrugging out of his jacket. Jensen's tempted to change, but he doesn't doubt that Jared would come after him.
When he gets back outside he sees that Jared's already popped the hood, the cover pushed back up against the windshield.
"Still can't believe you had a cover on her. I mean, that's good and all, but that implies driving isn't happening."
Jensen ducks his head. "It wouldn't fit in the garage..." He pulls the cover the rest of the way off, rolling it up in his arms before heading back to open the trunk. He closes it with a satisfying bang, the metal warm under his fingers.
"Out of sight, out of mind doesn't work like that on cars like this. Or on me," Jared adds as an afterthought as he leans further back over the engine.
"I didn't mean for that to happen. " Jensen knows how crappy of an excuse that sounds like, and he walks over to lean against the side of the Impala to avoid Jared's gaze.
"Please don't tell me that all it was is a loosely connected battery?"
"What? God no." Jensen's offended at the idea that he would miss something that basic. Granted, he's not a car guy, but even he knows how to jump a car and check the battery. "Was it loose?"
"Just testing you." Jared walks around from the front of the Impala to stand in front of Jensen. "If not the car, then what?"
Jensen opens his mouth for a second before closing it again, shaking his head. He jumps when Jared rests his hands on either side of him, grasping on to the chrome edging.
"We're not playing this game Jensen." Jared steps closer, reaching to cup Jensen's chin. "If I've misread anything, tell me and I'll stop."
Jensen's shaking his head before Jared's even done talking, his hands reaching out to grab at Jared's shirt. His fingers twist in the fabric, uncertain, and Jensen swears he hears an annoyed sound escape from Jared.
"Just, not here..." He trails off. "My neighbors, no one knows here." His words sound weak, even to his ears, but Jared seems to get it, nodding and taking a step back. Jared runs a hand through his hair before walking around to the engine.
"Let's take it out, see how it sounds." Jared closes the hood with a loud slam. "I'll drive."
Jensen nods, handing the keys to him before heading around to the passenger side. It's an odd feeling, getting in on this side, and it takes him two tries to find the seat belt wedged in between the door and the seat.
Jared slides in, a practiced move that's duplicated in how easily he finds the ignition. They both instinctively smile as he starts her up, Jensen glancing over to watch Jared's expression.
Jared eases the Impala out of the driveway, cruising along at a low rumble until they're out of Jensen's neighborhood. He doesn't push it, staying at the speed limit and Jensen wonders what exactly is going on. He admits it's nice though, as Jared takes the back roads; being able to sit back and look out the window.
He doesn't talk until they start to get closer in to town again and Jared hits the turn signal, a steady tic that has Jensen's heart racing. He glances up at the sign - Padalecki Motors and Repairs and twists around to face Jared.
"What's going on?"
Jared stays quiet as he lines up the Impala with one of the bays, slowly nosing her in until they're surrounded by tools and clean white walls. Jared turns the car off, and the sound of the engine ticking reverberates in the silence.
"We're not in your neighborhood anymore," he murmurs, facing Jensen. "No one's around, save me and the dogs."
"At the bar that night..." Jensen starts, but Jared apologetically holds up his hand.
"You don't have to explain that, if you don't want." At Jensen's confused look Jared keeps talking. "Chris explained a little, after you left. That you're only out to close friends..."
Jensen nods, trying to gather his thoughts. "That's not it though, not completely." He grips at his pants, twisting at the fabric. It's now or never really, if he wants to be honest with himself. And Jared deserves the truth.
When Jensen had first started driving the Impala to work, the bench seat had been an annoying factor in his commute, allowing his papers and briefcase to slide and shuffle around. Now he's thankful for it, unbuckling with a loud click before pushing himself over towards Jared. His pants cuff catches on the shift knob but that doesn't stop him from reaching towards Jared, sliding his hand around the back of Jared's neck.
"Wanted you since the day we met," he whispers, resting his forehead against Jared's. It's easier this way, no eye contact, no fear of a flash of rejection. But Jared's laugh causes him to risk looking up and staring.
"I can beat that." Jared smirks at Jensen's confused look. "I've been waiting to meet you since Chris showed up talking about his constantly single best friend. That you were getting a car just made the chance of introduction easier."
Jensen pulls back, amused and slightly annoyed. "For that long? And Chris? God..." He rubs at his face before glancing sheepishly at Jared. "I should have caught on sooner."
Jared shakes his head with a laugh. "But we're on the same page now?" At Jensen's nod he flushes and bites at his lower lip. "This is going to sound incredibly cheesy, but do you wanna start making up for lost time?"
Jensen just leans back in, doing his best not to think as he presses his lips to Jared's. It's been far too long since he's allowed himself this, to fall and not worry if there's someone there to catch him. His hands tangle in Jared's shirt for a moment, pulling him closer before Jensen starts to try and unbutton it without looking.
"You know there's a better place we could be doing this," Jared pulls back long enough to murmur. At Jensen's quizzical look Jared tilts his head towards the back seat. "That's where all the cool kids go to make out."
"Really now?" Jensen smirks.
"Come on already." Jared untangles himself from Jensen's grasp, pushing off from the floorboards before twisting around and clambering over the seat back. His legs flail in the air as he tries to right himself, but he's quickly grinning at Jensen from the back. "It's nice back here," he teases, patting at the seat next to him.
"I'm already seduced," Jensen grumbles, trying to figure out the easiest way back there. He waits too long though, until Jared's leaning over and wrapping his arms around Jensen's chest, hefting him up and over until Jensen's half on his lap and half on the seat.
"Comfy, right?" Jared murmurs against Jensen's neck as he fumbles with Jensen's shirt, tugging it free from his pants.
"It's getting there," Jensen smiles, hands mimicking Jared's except his are sliding up Jared's shirt, tracing over his stomach.
"I really can't believe you didn't figure it out back when we met..." Jared says, pulling back to unbuckle Jensen's belt, his fingers quick on the fly.
"You and the car? Too good to be true," Jensen gasps out, looking down where Jared's resting his hands on Jensen's thighs.
"Not too fast?" Jared's fingers are slowly creeping towards Jensen's crotch, the flash of blue boxers bright against his dark work pants.
"Wha? No, not at all. Please." Jensen's hips hitch up under Jared's grasp and he groans at the look Jared gives him in response.
"Begging's a good look on you," Jared teases, fingers wrapping around the waistband of Jensen's boxers and pants. "Lift up."
Jensen does, and the vinyl's cold on his ass but that flashes out of his mind in a heartbeat, cause Jared's smirking and leaning down, until all Jensen's aware of is heated suction and muffled moaning.
Jared pulls back for a moment, long enough to get out "Scoot back" and then he's licking a path down Jensen's cock, wrapping one hand around the base of it.
Jensen moves back slowly, Jared staying with him til Jensen feels the door against his back. He wants to let his head fall back but the ceiling's in the way, so instead he watches Jared through low-lidded eyes and tries not to come too quickly.
Jared doesn't help, his cheeks sucked in, hair falling in his face and Jensen reaches out to brush it out of the way. Jared whimpers around Jensen's dick, his other hand reaching up to grab at Jensen's shoulder.
Jensen lets his fingers trail over Jared's cheek before tangling back in his hair. It just makes Jared suck harder, fist jacking Jensen off as well and it's all overwhelming.
"Jared," Jensen warns, thinks he warns, cause it's been so long and this, this is what he hasn't been able to get out of his mind for three weeks.
Jared pulls off, sliding up Jensen's body til they're kissing, breathless and gasping and Jensen's senses are overwhelmed with grease and musk.
"Thought about this when you first came in," Jared's voice is a low, slow murmur in Jensen's ear, a contrast to his hand picking up speed on his cock. Jensen just groans, grabbing at Jared's ass and neck and tries to pull him in closer.
"Wanted to bend you over the hood of your car, get your office clothes nice and dirty." Jensen can feel the familiar tingle start up in his body at Jared's words, a slow pulse that has his hips jerking up against Jared as he starts to groan louder.
"'m gonna do that, you know," Jared smiles against Jensen's neck. "Bend you over, lick you open and fuck you."
Jensen tenses, clutching at Jared as he comes, hard spurts that get smeared between them. Jared's hand keeps moving, encouraging him on til Jensen slumps back and bats his hand away. Jensen keeps his eyes closed til he feels a soft touch on his mouth, and he opens them to find Jared grinning at him.
"Jesus, you're a cuddler, aren't you?" Jensen looks down at the mess on his lap and shirt, then back up at Jared. "What do you want to do?"
"Get you completely naked," Jared answers immediately, grinning when Jensen shakes his head at him.
"Please tell me you have something here to clean this mess up," Jensen mumbles, running his hand through Jared's hair.
Jared snorts out a laugh as he leans over to press another kiss to Jensen's mouth. "And I'm going to make you learn all about it later. First things first though, I have a shower in the back. Even have a spare jumpsuit for your ass, so you don't mess up the upholstery on the way home."
Jensen lazily grins at Jared. "And what's motivating me to get my ass home right now?"
"All those things I was promising you earlier? Works equally as well over the arm of your couch." Jared smiles back at Jensen, leaning in to kiss him again, and this time Jensen's well aware of the hard press of Jared's cock against his thigh. "You ready?"
"Fuck yes," Jensen sighs out, suddenly more awake. He squirms under the press of Jared's body. "But only if you are."
~
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