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Hey guys, this is just the fic I wrote for that comment fic meme--I just like it enough I wanted to keep it here for ease of access/finding. So if you already saw it on the meme, it's nothing new. Apologies!

Title: I Save Your Messages Just to Hear Your Voice
Author: poor_choices
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jensen working on a phone sex line.
Word Count: 2000 words.
Summary: Jensen is Jared's roommate who is straight and works for a phone sex line. Jared is...frustrated.
Notes: Written from bornof_sorrow's prompt at this meme.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths.


Jared always starts his roommate introductions the same way, "Hi, I'm Jared, I'm gay, so if that's a problem, let's just deal with it now."

He's had all kinds of reactions after three years of college and six of boarding school--usually some variation of I don't care, but his sophomore year, his roommate had ten billion questions about how gay sex worked, and he had to get reassigned twice in high school to a single due to "issues". He was kind of amazed they kept giving him roommates.

This is the first time he's hoped his roommate will respond with, "Oh, hey, me too!" and, ideally, "Wanna go out sometime?" Because the guy is smoking. If they weren't living together, Jared probably wouldn't have the guts to talk to him at all.

The roommate--Jensen, according to the door--raises his eyebrows. "It's not an issue," he says. "But out of curiosity, what do you do if it is?"

"Ask for a reassignment." Jared shrugs. "The first time they gave me shit about it, but then my roommate beat me up for being a fag, and I started learning to just say I am afraid for my safety. Even when I'm not."

"Jesus," says Jensen. "Well, I don't care. I'm very secure in my heterosexuality." He looks Jared up and down. "Full disclosure, I work a phone sex hotline. Is that gonna be an issue?"

Jared chokes on nothing, but he manages a reply anyway. "No, man. What do I care?"

Only, as it turns out, it is an issue. Jensen's polite and considerate, of course. He puts up a schedule of when he's working--Saturday nights, which, Jensen says wryly, is one of the many reasons he doesn't have a girlfriend, and three afternoons a week--he offers to go somewhere else (Jared's never sure where) if it's going to be a distraction, he uses a headset so Jared never has to hear the other side of the conversation. He does everything to make it easy for Jared to evacuate.

But Jared really doesn't want to leave. The first time he sees Jensen work, he thinks it's gonna be hilarious--Jensen has his headset in, but he's also got his homework out, and it almost looks like he's just listening to his iPod while he works. Jared never actually believed phone sex workers were getting off on it, but Jensen looks so completely disinterested in his job, it's actually really funny.

And then he gets a call.

"Hi," he says, and Jared didn't know it was possible for one word to drip sex like that. "You're on the line with Kevin. What do you want to do tonight?"

It's a total disconnect too, because Jensen is still chugging away on his homework, taking notes by hand as he talks this girl off, talks about how he'll eat her out, how he'll bend her right over his desk and fuck her so hard. He fakes building arousal and orgasm without ever closing his book, and Jared has never been so hard in his life. He's glad his lap is under his desk, but he's not sure he'll ever be able to move.

"Hope that wasn't too awkward," Jensen says with a bashful grin after it's over. "I'll never be offended if you want to leave."

Jared shrugs. He's pretty sure he's never going to be able to say no to listening to that. "No big deal. I've got headphones."

Jensen's grin turns genuine, and he's gorgeous, and Jared's life sucks.

He starts wearing his headphones but not actually playing music while Jensen's working. Jensen is a cool guy, even aside from being heartbreakingly hot, but Jared thinks that there must be a limit to his tolerance. Gay roommate is one thing, gay roommate getting off on you talking people off is a whole other ballgame.

The first time he hears Jensen on the phone with a guy, he nearly dies.

"You're already hard, aren't you?" says Jensen, voice pitched low. He's writing an essay longhand--he explained that he can't use his computer while he's on the phone, because his keyboard is too loud--leaning back on his bed, and Jared just wants to climb on top of him and kiss him until they can't breathe. "Yeah, god, I can tell. You sound wrecked." Jensen leans over to grab Jude the Obscure, and his shirt rides up. Jared tries not to stare. "What do you want me to do with that hot dick of yours? You want me to suck it? Or you just want to get it over with, bend me over and fuck me. I love getting fucked by a big dick."

Jared knows this is a lie. He knows. Jensen has said more than once that he's straight. Not in a protesting, insecure way, like he thinks that seeing a shirtless dude threatens his masculinity, just casual references to exes, and his best friend, a lesbian who would be his soul mate if she wasn't gay and he wasn't straight.

Still, Jensen is a great actor, and, fuck. Jensen getting girls off, that's hot. Jensen getting a guy off is going to be the soundtrack to his jerkoff fantasies until the day he dies.

"Yeah," Jensen is saying. "Yeah, I want you inside me. Got my fingers up my ass, wishing it was a dick." Ordinarily, Jared would think that no one could ever believe that, but--the way Jensen says it, he sounds like he's the most desperate cockslut ever, just waiting for someone to bend him over and stuff him full of dick. "Oh, yeah? You'd tie me down, huh? Get me spread eagle on the bed. Yeah. Use me and leave me, I love it."

Jared's never come untouched, in his fucking jeans--even in high school there was at least some frottage before he lost it. But as Jensen almost screams as pretends to get off, Jared bites his lip and very quietly explodes.

He cleans up while Jensen's on a bathroom break, and at the end of Jensen's shift he hesitantly asks, "Um, you do guys too?"

Jensen doesn't look particularly surprised by the question. "I do whoever they put through to me. I started out on just girls--they figured I wouldn't be convincing with guys. But they were desperate for someone to pinch hit one time, and I said sure, and the guy loved it, so--yeah, now I get some guys." He shrugs and grabs his notebook to bring it over to his computer to start typing it up. "It's not like it gets me hot either way, so, whatever."

"Yeah," Jared agrees.

He never really has a great excuse to stick around while Jensen's working on Saturday nights--Jensen makes fun of him for having no life if he does, and he almost always has a party to go to, sometimes even dates. He does his best to be social, he really does, but--yeah, he's in love with his roommate. And sex with other people doesn't compare. Not that he and Jensen are having sex. But Jensen's fake orgasms are ten thousand times hotter than anything he's ever experienced in real life. And then there's the part where Jensen is funny, and nice, and they get along so well it's unbelievable. Jared would honestly marry Jensen tomorrow if Jensen asked.

"And it sucks," Jared concludes. He's pretty wasted.

"Nah, it doesn't," says Chad. Chad is Jared's ex-roommate, who wanted to know exactly how gay sex worked. He's not gay, he's just curious about all sex. He's also disgusting, which is why he and Jared no longer live together. "You wish it sucked."

"Fuck you," says Jared, doing another shot. "And yes I do."

"You know what you should do," says Chad. "Is you should call him, and have him get you off. You can just pretend to be some other dude. Like on Alias. Except Jennifer Garner's hotter than you, and you don't have to wear a wig."

Jared considers this.

"Cuz you're on the phone," Chad clarifies.

"Yeah," Jared agrees. "Dude, yeah! That's an awesome idea!"

It isn't, of course, but Jared is too wasted to know any better.

Jared feels bad for knowing the number to Jensen's line, but he calls and asks for Kevin, and he's too drunk to be nervous. He's hard, and Chad even went to his girlfriend's and gave him use of his room for the night, in private. Jared might have promised him his first child in gratitude.

"Hi," says Jensen, and Jared bites his lip to keep from groaning. "You're on the line with Kevin. What do you want to do tonight?"

"Fuck," Jared breathes.

Jensen chuckles, and somehow makes that sexy. Jensen is fucking phone sex magic. "Yeah, that's the idea. What's your name, cowboy?"

"Sydney," says Jared. Chad was a little too attached to the whole Alias thing.

"You want to fuck me, huh, Sydney?"

"Yes," says Jared, brutally honestly. "God, I want to fuck you so fucking bad."

There's a pause. Finally, Jensen says, "Jared?"

"No."

"Jared, seriously. Are you drunk?"

"Yes."

Jensen sighs. "Dude, you know you're getting charged for this, right? Seriously, hang up and sleep it off. A prank is not worth paying this much for."

"It's not a prank," Jared says miserably. "You're so hot, and so awesome, and so straight. Driving me crazy, man. God."

Jared's falling asleep by the time Jensen replies. "Dude, hang up. We'll talk in the morning, but if you leave your cell on and get charged for the whole night, it'll suck."

"Sorry," says Jared. "I can move out."

Jensen sounds amused now. "Hang up. If I do it, it just sends you to the operator. I will talk to you tomorrow, I promise."

"Night, Jensen," Jared says.

"Night, Jared."

Jared's dick has wilted, due to a combination of embarrassment and alcohol, so he just buries his face in Chad's pillow and goes to sleep.

The next morning comes too soon and too bright, and Jared spends most of his morning searching Chad's room for Advil before finally giving up and calling.

"Why am I in your room and where's the Advil?" he asks.

"Dude, that's how you start?" asks Chad, sounding miffed. "I wanna know how you did with phone sex boy. Did he get you off."

The memory rushes back to Jared. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh Jesus. I called Jensen for phone sex."

"Yeah you did!"

"No, Chad. He knew it was me! And I told him I was into him. Oh shit."

There's a pause. "Advil's in the bathroom down the hall. Sorry, man."

Jared puts off going home for as long as he can, but he finally has to face facts at three--he's dirty, he's stinky, and all his stuff is there. Jensen goes to the library a lot of Sundays, so if he's lucky, Jensen won't be home, and everything will be fine.

Of course, Jensen is waiting on his bed. When Jared comes in, Jensen raises his eyebrows.

"I am so sorry," Jared says instantly.

"Huh," says Jensen. "I was betting you were gonna play the I don't remember anything card."

Jared groans, flopping down on his own bed and rubbing the heels of his hands over his eyes. "Did I say I was sorry?"

"Yeah," says Jensen. He still sounds amused. "Sydney? Really?"

"It was an Alias thing. Chad was involved. And alcohol. And I'm sorry."

"How's the hangover?"

"Not as bad as the embarrassment. I had some Advil. God, Jensen, I--"

"Shut up," Jensen says softly, and then there's suddenly a warm body on top of Jared, and Jensen's hands tugging lightly on his wrists. Jared blinks as Jensen's face comes into focus above him, smiling like Jared's dumb.

Jared mostly just feels confused. Jensen is straddling his hips, and smiling, and Jared has no idea what's happening.

"Fooled around with a few guys freshman year. Wasn't bad, but I wasn't into it. I figured I was straight." He looks Jared up and down. "Now I'm thinking I just picked the wrong guys."

Jared licks his lips, heart pounding in his chest. "Um."

Jensen leans down and brushes his lips against Jared's, all too briefly. Jared chases them as Jensen pulls away, and Jensen chuckles. "You're pretty awesome yourself, Jared. And really not as subtle with the whole listening thing as you think you are."

"Jensen--" Jared says, voice almost a whine. He really needs to know what's happening here. Before he gets his heart broken.

"Didn't know it was so hard for you," says Jensen, leaning in to nuzzle Jared's neck, kissing under his jaw. "I would have said something sooner."

Jared just breaks then, grabs Jensen's face and pulls him in for a desperate kiss, and Jensen comes, settles on top of him and kisses back, settling down on top of Jared, and--Jesus God, he's hard.

"Oh fuck," Jared breathes against his lips. "God, why didn't you--"

"Dude, I professionally talk people off," says Jensen, pulling Jared's shirt off. "Didn't know if it was me or the voice."

"You," says Jared instantly, returning the favor. He's seen Jensen in various states of undress, but he never lets himself linger on it. Sometime he's going to, but this time he just pulls him back in, feeling skin on skin as they make out harder, more desperately. "All you." He spreads his legs so Jensen can settle between them, slotting up so perfectly. "Well, mostly you. Your voice is fucking hot too."

Jensen chuckles. "As long as it's mostly me," he teases.

Jared's hand goes for Jensen's jeans, and Jensen bats him away with a grin. "Dude, I require dinner to go past second base."

Jared pushes him back instantly, and Jensen looks slightly dazed. Jared throws him his shirt.

"Jared--" says Jensen, hesitantly.

"I'm taking you to dinner," says Jared, grinning and pulling his own shirt on.

Jensen laughs, sounding relieved. "It's three in the afternoon."

"I don't care," says Jared. "Do you care?"

Jensen grins. "No way, man. Let's go."