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Title: Put Your Face In My Place
Author: chash
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, Jensen/others
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: None? I mean. Gayness. Sex. The usual.
Word Count: 1700.
Summary: Living with Jared would be really easy if he could just keep his hands off his dick.
Notes: girlmostlikely is apparently LJ royalty. Title from Adam Green.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths.


Jensen's used to having roommates in a way, he realizes quickly, Jared just isn't. He's been living alone for a whole; Jensen figured that having Sandy around would have had him used to company, but Sandy must have either been around a lot less than he really realized, or just way more tolerant. Because Jensen is fairly used to Jared, he is. But for Jensen, even when he's just at work, he's on. He and Jared are always acting to an extent in public, the way he figures everyone does. Left to his own devices, Jensen is pretty laid back. He doesn't actually have burping contests in the comfort of his own home, for example.

Jared, though, apparently really is just like that, and it's kind of a shock to Jensen's system. Jared is awesome, and Jensen loves him pretty much unconditionally, but living with him isn't like how he thought it would be. He belches and farts and generally seems to go out of his way to be as disgusting as possible, and his entire house seems more like a frat than a home most of the time.

It drives Jensen crazy for the first few weeks they live together, until he figures out Jared is performing, just for him. Which is fucked up beyond the telling of it, and Jensen sits him down a month into the fourth season just to get him to stop being a tool.

"Jared."

Jared glances up from his cereal; it looks like he actually put beer on his Cheerios. Jensen isn't sure if that's him trying to be a badass or an actual preference.

"Sup?" says Jared.

"You know, uh," Jensen scratches the back of his head. "You're not trying to, like. Be cooler for me. Are you?"

Jared raises his eyebrows. "What?"

"I just--man, I didn't move in with you because I wanted you to entertain me with your bodily functions 24/7. You can just do whatever you want."

Jared flushes, looks down at his bowl. "You noticed that, huh?"

"Dude, not even you burp that much naturally."

"Okay, okay, fine. No more extra grossness just for you."

"Seriously, Jared, just forget I'm here."

Jared grins, and Jensen feels better already.

*

As it turns out, Jared isn't really that disgusting when he's not trying. He farts a normal amount, he barely burps at all, and when he does either he tries to do it directly in Jensen's face, which Jensen pretty much expected.

The only problem is that Jared--Jared apparently doesn't have a lot of inhibitions. And he has a lot of issues with his dick. Mostly, from what Jensen can tell (which is a lot more than he'd like), Jared's dick is never where he wants it to be. If he's on the couch, he'll just kind of absently rubbing his crotch; not, like, jerking off, just checking in. Jensen thinks of it as his yes, my penis still exists move.

Jared scratches his balls by the fridge, adjusts his dick during movie marathons--seriously, Jensen isn't even sure how it's possible to do so much down there. He's kind of--well, he and his dick are very familiar with each other, totally on good terms, but he doesn't feel like he needs to chat with his like Jared does.

And, of course, since Jensen's already done his caring, sharing, pretend-I'm-not-here speech, he can't exactly go up to Jared and say, "Hey, dude, could you maybe stop fondling yourself when I'm around?"

So he just has to grin and bear it. As weirdnesses go, it's not that bad, right?

*

Jensen's filming late with Misha one Wednesday, jealous of Jared for getting to go home and sleep. He's found that's a serious downside of living with his costar; it's easier for them to resent each other when they come home to the same place, when he sees just how easy Jared gets to take it.

"I'm hom--" Jensen starts, and then he catches sight of Jared sitting on the couch, watching porn, dick in his hand.

Jared raises his left hand--the one he's not using to keep jerking off--in greeting. "Hey, Jensen."

Jensen swallows. Jared's still wearing his jeans and his boxers, his right hand huge and moving slowly, working his dick like he has all the time in the world. Working his dick like he doesn't care that Jensen is there, watching.

"I'm--" Jensen starts, and Jared flicks his finger over the slit of his cock and lets out a moan, and suddenly Jensen is hot all over, prickling on his skin, fingers tingling, dick perking up.

He can barely stand; he should not be able to get it up. It should not be possible. He especially should not be able to get it up for Jared.

Jensen swallows again, looks at the floor, tries to ignore the sounds of skin against skin, the small whimpers Jared isn't bothering to hold back. "I'm bea--I mean. Tired. I'm just gonna go crash."

"Yeah," says Jared, drawn out and low, and Jensen has no idea if it's a response to him or not. "See you tomorrow, man."

Jensen flees upstairs, jerks off himself, thinking of absolutely nothing as hard as he can.

He still comes in minutes, and knows exactly why.

*

So it turns out that, yes, living with a guy who apparently feels the need to be groping himself at all times is awkward as hell, and it's even more awkward when you find out that it's kind of a turn-on for you.

Jensen's always known Jared's bi. Jared's never made it a secret, and Jensen admitted he'd done some things with guys in the past. He's an actor, it's what you do. But he's always been pretty against being gay for Jared, if for no other reason than to keep his crazy fans from being right.

But there are levels of denial Jensen can't even exist at, and, well.

Jared is fucking hot.

*

After months and months of losing his mind trying to live with Jared and Jared's endless ball scratching, dick rubbing and masturbating, Jensen is pretty much insane.

Being in L.A. after season four wraps clears his head; it's obviously just proximity. He's not hot for Jared or anything, it's just hard to not be hot for someone with a monster dick, perfect body, and awesome personality who happens to live with you and jerk off in front of you sometimes.

Which is why he tells Jared he wants to move out.

Jared blinks. "What?"

"Look, man. I just--you could use space?" he tries. It comes out as a question. They're in his apartment now, in L.A., which drives home how much he's lying, because the place feels so much fuller with Jared in it, so much better.

"You're tiny. You'd fit in one of my pockets," says Jared. He tilts his head and looks at Jensen over his beer. "Seriously, man, what is it?"

"I just--" Jensen stares at his hands.

"It's the jerking off, right?"

Jensen jolts up, stares at Jared.

Jared very deliberately reaches down to cup his dick. "Wouldn't be such a problem," says Jared, "if you weren't so hot."

Jensen chokes on his beer. "What?"

"You got any idea how fucking hard it gets, living with a guy you just want to bend over the first horizontal surface you find?"

Jensen puts down his bottle and turns back to Jared, taking his wrist and moving his hand off his dick. Jared's eyes are practically black, staring up at Jensen like a dare.

Jensen licks his lips, watches Jared track the movement.

"Got an idea," Jensen says huskily, leans forward to kiss Jared.

Jared's hands are cupping his face in a second, holding Jensen against him, like Jensen would want to go anywhere else, like he could.

"Drove me fucking crazy," Jensen mutters against Jared's lips, settling down in Jared's lap, pressing his dick against Jared's, which is absolutely still there, and he's pretty sure it would be impossible to lose track of that thing.

Jared just hums his response, kissing down Jensen's neck, slipping his fingers under Jensen's shirt and raking his nails over Jensen's ribs. Jensen hisses.

"You're a fucking jerk," Jensen says, gasping and grinding down against Jared. "Could've just said something."

"Wasn't sure," says Jared. "Best sex in the world isn't worth losing my best friend."

"Best sex in the world, huh?"

Jared grins, reaches down to squeeze Jensen's dick like Jensen's seen him do to himself a thousand times, and he's thought about it so much that it's enough to finish him off, make him groan and come in his fucking pants.

Jared laughs against his neck. "Maybe not," he says.

"Shut up," says Jensen. "I've been turned on for, like--fucking months."

"I'm flattered."

"I hate you."

"You staying?" says Jared.

Jensen snakes his hand down, pops the button on Jared's jean and gets into his boxers. "It'd be a pain to move my stuff."

Jared laughs, presses a warm kiss against Jensen's neck. "My point, yeah."

*

Jensen wanders downstairs on a Sunday to find Jared leaning into the fridge, absently scratching his balls.

His dick goes full mast in seconds.

"Jesus fucking Christ," says Jensen.

Jared looks over and grins. "Morning, sunshine."

"Seriously, now that we're fucking? You gotta stop touching yourself all the time."

"Why's that?" asks Jared, rubbing his dick through his sweats. Seriously, Jensen is going to die of dehydration. He thinks if you come too much that happens.

"It's, like, Pavlovian, man."

"Yeah," says Jared, crossing the room and smoothly dropping to his knees. "Watch me care."

Jensen's head thuds against the wall as Jared yanks down his boxers. "I'm moving out," he says.

Jared laughs and licks a stripe up Jensen's dick. "I'd like to see you try."