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Arms and a Man
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help_chile. The night of and morning after at Jared's place.
Jared usually doesn't spend the night, not on the first date. He'll put out, sure--Jared likes sex, and he's not going to skip it just because he might seem easy--but he thinks actually sleeping over is kind of a lot of pressure right off the bat.
He knew he was going to fuck Jensen because he'd be an idiot not to fuck Jensen, but lying in bed after, he wonders how he's supposed to let Jensen off easy. Tell him he doesn't have to stay. The bed is too small for both of them, and then there's the next morning, the awkwardness of who wakes up first and how Jensen feels alone in his kitchen--it seems unfair.
He strokes his hand up Jensen's bare back, feeling the way muscles stretch and move under his skin. Jensen is--well, not only is he hot, but they get along great, and the sex was fantastic, and he's like what Jared has been asking for every Christmas since he figured out he liked guys.
"Time is it?" Jensen asks. He's been dozing. It's been endearing.
"Two," says Jared, leaning over for a kiss. Jensen's mouth tastes like sleep and old spunk, and it's totally disgusting, but worth it. "Not quite walk of shame."
Jensen stiffens. "You want me to go?" he asks. It's clear he's trying to keep his voice casual, but there's an underlying tension there, and Jared feels like an asshole.
"No," he says quickly, surprised to find it's true. He licks his lips, pulls Jensen a little closer. "I thought you might want to."
"I just want to sleep," Jensen says, adorable and clearly already slipping back into unconsciousness.
Jared chuckles and kisses the top of his head. "Night, Jensen," he murmurs, and settles back.
*
Jared gets up pretty early. It's just the way he is--his internal clock doesn't like sleeping past nine, no matter how late his classes start.
Jensen is a warm, heavy lump on his chest, and it's hard for Jared to extract himself, both because he's really liking the cuddling and because Jensen is surprisingly strong, for a Classics major. But he really needs a piss and a cup of coffee, so he carefully gets out of Jensen's arms and goes down to the kitchen to start a pot.
Chad's door is closed, and Jared doesn't know if that means he's gone or at class or just dead to the world, but either way, he resolves to keep him as far away from Jensen as possible. Sophia hasn't been in the apartment in days. Jared doesn't know what he was thinking, deciding to live with a couple. Especially a couple involving Chad.
Once the coffee's started he heads to the bathroom, feeling way more human already, and the coffee, when it's finished, gets him the rest of the way. He's achy and a little sore, but in a good way, and Jensen definitely left some pretty obvious marks on his neck. It's awesome.
He gets Jensen a mug of coffee and brings it into his room. The common space in the apartment is pretty limited, and totally trashed, so Jared settles down at his desk to work on his paper on The Aeneid. It's really easy and pretty boring, but the course is a major requirement and at least it's not using much of his brain.
It's then that it occurs to him that Jensen might have class to get to--he doesn't know what Jensen's schedule looks like at all, except that he's a grad student and a TA.
He goes over to the bed and pokes at Jensen. "Hey."
"Mmph," says Jensen, rolling over and swatting at Jared's hand.
Jensen is so fucking cute, it's actually unfair.
"Jensen," says Jared, shaking his shoulder and laughing. "Dude, I don't want you missing class."
Jensen stiffens and then rolls over, blinking. "--Jared?"
"Please tell me you didn't forget last night," says Jared, grinning. "You were not that drunk. And it was hard enough getting up the guts to ask you out the first time."
Jensen scrubs his hand across his face. "I remember," he says, groaning. "Time is it?"
"Nine-thirty. I wasn't sure if you had class."
"Fuck my life, not til noon." Jensen groans and puts his arm over his eyes, like this will keep him from being awake. "Do you?" he asks, clearly suddenly realizing Jared might be leaving or something. He struggles to sit up. "I can leave or whatever."
Jared laughs, shaking his head. "No, man, I don't. Not til afternoon. I just get up early."
"Oh god, you're a morning person. This isn't going to work," says Jensen, slumping back on Jared's bed.
Jared gets up and crawls on top of him, giving him a kiss. He still tastes like sleep, but not as much like spunk. And it's still worth it. "I brought you coffee," he says, with a little smile.
Jensen looks a little dazed, but when Jared's words sink in he laughs and playfully shoves Jared. "Should have said. Let me at it."
Jared rolls off Jensen and stretches out next to him, feeling his joints crack. "So I hate The Aenied. I've got this paper and it sucks balls."
Jensen raises his eyebrows, taking a long gulp of coffee. "What the hell are you doing in The Aeneid? You're way too advanced."
"It's a major requirement and it never fit in my schedule before," Jared explains. "But, yeah, it's so easy it's actually kind of embarrassing. Also, Aeneas is a tool."
Jensen laughs a little. He's looking more and more human. "Arma virumque cano is still a pretty badass opening, though." He considers. His voice is rough and sleepy, which basically means he's even hotter than usual. "Troiae qui primus ab oris Italiam, fato profugus, Laviniaque venit litora, multum ille--"
Jared takes Jensen's coffee and sets it on the bedside table before shoving him down and kissing him breathless.
"Totally badass," he murmurs against Jensen's lips. "You've convinced me. Now shut up."
Jensen laughs. "I thought you had a paper," he murmurs, running his fingers up Jared's sides, ghosting over his ribs.
"The Aeneid's been around for two thousand years," Jared replies, grinning. "I think it'll keep a little longer."
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Jared usually doesn't spend the night, not on the first date. He'll put out, sure--Jared likes sex, and he's not going to skip it just because he might seem easy--but he thinks actually sleeping over is kind of a lot of pressure right off the bat.
He knew he was going to fuck Jensen because he'd be an idiot not to fuck Jensen, but lying in bed after, he wonders how he's supposed to let Jensen off easy. Tell him he doesn't have to stay. The bed is too small for both of them, and then there's the next morning, the awkwardness of who wakes up first and how Jensen feels alone in his kitchen--it seems unfair.
He strokes his hand up Jensen's bare back, feeling the way muscles stretch and move under his skin. Jensen is--well, not only is he hot, but they get along great, and the sex was fantastic, and he's like what Jared has been asking for every Christmas since he figured out he liked guys.
"Time is it?" Jensen asks. He's been dozing. It's been endearing.
"Two," says Jared, leaning over for a kiss. Jensen's mouth tastes like sleep and old spunk, and it's totally disgusting, but worth it. "Not quite walk of shame."
Jensen stiffens. "You want me to go?" he asks. It's clear he's trying to keep his voice casual, but there's an underlying tension there, and Jared feels like an asshole.
"No," he says quickly, surprised to find it's true. He licks his lips, pulls Jensen a little closer. "I thought you might want to."
"I just want to sleep," Jensen says, adorable and clearly already slipping back into unconsciousness.
Jared chuckles and kisses the top of his head. "Night, Jensen," he murmurs, and settles back.
*
Jared gets up pretty early. It's just the way he is--his internal clock doesn't like sleeping past nine, no matter how late his classes start.
Jensen is a warm, heavy lump on his chest, and it's hard for Jared to extract himself, both because he's really liking the cuddling and because Jensen is surprisingly strong, for a Classics major. But he really needs a piss and a cup of coffee, so he carefully gets out of Jensen's arms and goes down to the kitchen to start a pot.
Chad's door is closed, and Jared doesn't know if that means he's gone or at class or just dead to the world, but either way, he resolves to keep him as far away from Jensen as possible. Sophia hasn't been in the apartment in days. Jared doesn't know what he was thinking, deciding to live with a couple. Especially a couple involving Chad.
Once the coffee's started he heads to the bathroom, feeling way more human already, and the coffee, when it's finished, gets him the rest of the way. He's achy and a little sore, but in a good way, and Jensen definitely left some pretty obvious marks on his neck. It's awesome.
He gets Jensen a mug of coffee and brings it into his room. The common space in the apartment is pretty limited, and totally trashed, so Jared settles down at his desk to work on his paper on The Aeneid. It's really easy and pretty boring, but the course is a major requirement and at least it's not using much of his brain.
It's then that it occurs to him that Jensen might have class to get to--he doesn't know what Jensen's schedule looks like at all, except that he's a grad student and a TA.
He goes over to the bed and pokes at Jensen. "Hey."
"Mmph," says Jensen, rolling over and swatting at Jared's hand.
Jensen is so fucking cute, it's actually unfair.
"Jensen," says Jared, shaking his shoulder and laughing. "Dude, I don't want you missing class."
Jensen stiffens and then rolls over, blinking. "--Jared?"
"Please tell me you didn't forget last night," says Jared, grinning. "You were not that drunk. And it was hard enough getting up the guts to ask you out the first time."
Jensen scrubs his hand across his face. "I remember," he says, groaning. "Time is it?"
"Nine-thirty. I wasn't sure if you had class."
"Fuck my life, not til noon." Jensen groans and puts his arm over his eyes, like this will keep him from being awake. "Do you?" he asks, clearly suddenly realizing Jared might be leaving or something. He struggles to sit up. "I can leave or whatever."
Jared laughs, shaking his head. "No, man, I don't. Not til afternoon. I just get up early."
"Oh god, you're a morning person. This isn't going to work," says Jensen, slumping back on Jared's bed.
Jared gets up and crawls on top of him, giving him a kiss. He still tastes like sleep, but not as much like spunk. And it's still worth it. "I brought you coffee," he says, with a little smile.
Jensen looks a little dazed, but when Jared's words sink in he laughs and playfully shoves Jared. "Should have said. Let me at it."
Jared rolls off Jensen and stretches out next to him, feeling his joints crack. "So I hate The Aenied. I've got this paper and it sucks balls."
Jensen raises his eyebrows, taking a long gulp of coffee. "What the hell are you doing in The Aeneid? You're way too advanced."
"It's a major requirement and it never fit in my schedule before," Jared explains. "But, yeah, it's so easy it's actually kind of embarrassing. Also, Aeneas is a tool."
Jensen laughs a little. He's looking more and more human. "Arma virumque cano is still a pretty badass opening, though." He considers. His voice is rough and sleepy, which basically means he's even hotter than usual. "Troiae qui primus ab oris Italiam, fato profugus, Laviniaque venit litora, multum ille--"
Jared takes Jensen's coffee and sets it on the bedside table before shoving him down and kissing him breathless.
"Totally badass," he murmurs against Jensen's lips. "You've convinced me. Now shut up."
Jensen laughs. "I thought you had a paper," he murmurs, running his fingers up Jared's sides, ghosting over his ribs.
"The Aeneid's been around for two thousand years," Jared replies, grinning. "I think it'll keep a little longer."