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Here's a [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti fic for [livejournal.com profile] celtic_forest, who wanted a timestamp for Sing Me a Lullaby, Sing Me the Alphabet, including first-time sex.

A Story I Haven't Heard Yet
J2, NC-17, 2000 words. Jensen's job gets in the way of his boyfriend.


"I'm really sorry," says Jensen. "I swear I'm not trying to blow you off."

Jared laughs. Jensen kind of hates Jared's laughter over the phone. He always wants it to be closer. "Yeah, man. I figured you were just making up your nightmare boss because you were too chickenshit to break up with me."

"That's exactly it," says Jensen. He sighs. "I really wanted to have dinner with you tonight, but I'm going to be so fucking tired by the time I get home all I'll be good for is being a human pillow."

"I'd love to take you up on that, but I have an organic chemistry test tomorrow," says Jared. "I really need to cram."

"God, you are way too smart. Organic chemistry? Seriously?"

"And you thought I was homeless."

"You're never gonna let that one go, are you?" He runs his hand through his hair. "How about tomorrow? I swear, I'll make it."

"Jensen," says Jared soothingly. "Seriously. I know you didn't want to cancel on me."

"Three days in a row," says Jensen. "For our Valentine's Day date." He groans. "I'm the worst boyfriend in the world."

Jared laughs. "Totally the worst. How about you text me when you're leaving tomorrow and I'll meet you at the train station."

"It could be late," says Jensen.

"It's Friday, it's not like I have classes. Come on, don't worry about it. I want to spend time with you. It's a good thing."

"Then I'll let you know. Good luck with the test."

"Thanks," says Jared. "I'll see you tomorrow."

*

Jensen has been dating Jared for almost two awesome months. Sure, his friends all make fun of him for being a pedo, and he and Jared barely get enough time together to go on one date a week, but he gets by because Jared's just that awesome. Plus, he still sees him every Tuesday and Thursday morning, and some nights when he makes Jared come and play for him.

It's pretty much his best relationship ever, which might be a little sad. But he still can't help glancing at the clock every few minutes. It's only six, he's done with his work, and he thinks he might actually get out on time for once. It would be Valentine's Day miracle.

"Dude, what's wrong?" asks Misha. Misha is the receptionist at the office, and pretty much Jensen's only work friend. Possibly because he's the only other person under thirty.

"Nothing," says Jensen. "Why would something be wrong?"

"Your leg is jiggling so hard I think it might come off."

Jensen sighs. "I might actually make it to my date tonight."

"With the embryo?"

"He's eighteen, Jesus," says Jensen.

"Just because it's legal doesn't mean it's right," says Misha. He smirks. "So, what are you doing?"

"Valentine's dinner."

Misha raises his eyebrows. "Weren't you excited about that last week?"

"You know exactly how busy I've been," says Jensen. "And he's had tests, so--we've barely even seen each other, let alone dated."

Misha smiles. "Well, congratulations on hopefully finally getting laid."

Jensen turns red. He didn't actually tell Misha that he's planning on having sex with Jared for the first time after this date--he assumes Misha thinks he's already had sex with Jared. But it's still kind of embarrassing to be reminded of his big plans.

"Thanks," he says, and knocks on his desk.

Ten minutes later, his boss comes out and says, "Jensen, I have a last-minute meeting with Julian Masters tomorrow morning. I'm going to need all of these sorted and filed before then. I hope you didn't have plans."

Jensen's jaw actually drops. "Mr. Oliver, I--"

"Enjoy your weekend," he says, and pats Jensen's desk as he heads off. "Remember, the meeting's at nine. This is a big deal, Jensen. It's your job on the line if I'm not ready."

Misha gives him a sympathetic look. Jensen tries not to cry.

*

Misha offers to take over, but he doesn't actually know what to do with the files anyway, and Jensen thanks him and sends him home. Mostly, he wants to call Jared and break down without any witnesses.

"The fact that this isn't a text should worry me, shouldn't it," says Jared.

"5:55, and the boss came in with a billion files I have to sort by nine a.m tomorrow." He swallows. "God, Jared, I really--it's going to be at least midnight by the time I finish here, I'm not even sure the trains will still be running, it's a nightmare--"

"Hey," says Jared. "Jensen, I told you, I knew before we started dating that your job is fucking nuts. I'm not--I really want to see you, but I get it. I know you're not happy about this."

Jensen snorts. "Understatement of the century. God, I've been looking forward to this all week--"

"Don't worry about it. We'll find each other. Give me a call when you're done, I'll come over to your place. We can cuddle and have breakfast together. Or something."

Jensen lets out a frustrated laugh. "This really wasn't what I had in mind for tonight."

"I know. And I'm pretty sorry too. I just hate your boss, not you."

"That makes two of us."

"I'll see you later tonight, I guess," says Jensen, with a sigh.

"Definitely."

*

It's an hour later when Jensen's phone rings. He's barely made a dent in the paperwork, and he's thinking midnight might have been a generous estimate.

He glances at the display and sighs when he sees it's Jared. "Hey. Um, dude, it might get a little late for you to meet me. Like, seriously, I might sleep here."

"Or you could come down and let me up," says Jared.

"What?"

"I'm downstairs, and I've got food, so come down and let me up and I'll help you with your work."

Jensen pauses for a minute, completely unable to comprehend what Jared's saying. "God, I love you," he lets out.

Jared laughs. "Come on, Jensen. Get down here."

Jared's hanging out in the lobby with two brown paper bags, and Jensen doesn't even care that the night security guy is there, he shoves Jared up against the wall and kisses the breath out of him.

Jared laughs. "Hi."

"Hi. You're coming up?"

"No, I want to stay down here with Marv."

Marv, the security guy, pointed doesn't look at them.

Jensen laces his fingers with Jared's and pulls him to the elevator. "You didn't have to come."

"I know. But, you know, I actually like spending time with you. Hard as that is to believe."

"Yeah, spending time when I'm doing work."

"Well, maybe I can help." He flashes Jensen a grin. "Which, you know, gets me my boyfriend home sooner, so don't worry, I have an ulterior motive."

Jensen leans against his shoulder, letting Jared wrap an arm around his shoulders. "Thanks," he says, finally.

*

Jensen teaches Jared how to sort the files Jensen's already done with over Chinese, and Jensen is amazed how much happier he feels having Jared with him. He would have thought he'd feel guilty, but Jared is laughing and making jokes, and he can't bring himself to mind.

"This is the most boring job ever," says Jared.

"I know," says Jensen. "If I had another one, I'd quit. I've been looking."

"I know. But, hey, at least we're getting our date, right?"

Jensen snorts.

"What? I know it's not exactly what you had in mind, but--"

"I was planning to actually get laid."

Jared swallows hard, stares at the papers he's supposed to sort. "Man," he says, forced lightness in his tone, "no wonder you were so pissed we kept getting rescheduled."

"Well, it's not just that," Jensen grumbles.

Jared glances at his watch and then stands up, cracking his back. "Come on. We're taking a break."

Jensen gets up too. "Let me guess, you're hungry again."

"Nah," says Jared. "I just want a tour of the office."

"Well, this is the conference room."

"Uh huh," says Jared. "Very exciting."

"We have conferences here."

"I had no idea."

"This is Misha's desk, that's the boss's office," he gestures vaguely.

"Is it locked?"

"You want to break into my boss's office?"

"Clearly."

Jensen tries the door. "Not locked."

Jared goes in and looks around. "Nice. Roomy." He wrinkles his nose. "I wanted to, like, fuck you on his desk, but it's really not a big desk."

Jensen laughs. "Dude, there's a couch in the lounge."

"Oh," says Jared, flushing. "Well, now I just feel self-conscious."

Jensen tugs Jared's hand and pulls him into the lounge. The couch isn't particularly comfortable, and Jensen thinks he should feel a little worse about the prospect of fucking his boyfriend on company property, except that if his boss wasn't crazy, he'd just be fucking Jared at home like a normal person.

Besides, once he starts kissing Jared, he kind of forgets everything else entirely, because--kissing Jared is awesome, as always, and the fact that Jared wants to have sex with him is really exciting. Not that Jensen doesn't love occasional handjobs, but he's definitely excited for something more.

Jared pulls him down onto the couch, and Jensen gets his thigh between Jared's legs, letting Jared tug his shirt untucked from his pants.

"Love you in suits," says Jared, unbuttoning Jensen's shirt once it's free. "God."

"I love getting out of suits," says Jensen. Jared's wearing a ratty t-shirt, and Jensen pushes it off eagerly, desperate to get to more skin.

"Do you have anything, or were you not planning for this here?"

"In my bag," says Jensen. He drops his forehead to Jared's shoulder and sighs. "Give me one second, I'll get it."

Jared beams. His hair's a mess, and he's lying back on the couch with his legs wide, like the fucking prettiest picture he's ever seen in his life.

"Don't move," says Jensen.

"I was definitely planning to just leave," says Jared. "I'll be here, moron."

Jensen pretty much runs to his desk to grab condoms and lube out of his briefcase, and when he gets back, Jared is totally naked on the couch, hard and amazing and perfect, and Jensen nearly trips trying to get his pants off.

"You're really good for my self-esteem," says Jared.

Jensen shakes his boxers off his ankle and gets back on top of Jared, kissing him hard.

Want you inside me," says Jensen, against Jared's neck. "God, please, Jared."

"Mmm," says Jared, taking the lube out of Jensen's hand and rubbing it between his fingers. "We still have work to do."

"I'll be way more productive after."

"Well, in that case." Jared drops his hand down to Jensen's ass, teasing the hole. Jensen whimpers.

"Just do it. God, need--"

Jared slips a finger inside, and Jensen's too turned on to do anything but want more, trying to get Jared deeper.

"God you're impatient," says Jared, kissing his neck.

"Been a really long time since I got laid."

"Here I thought it was me."

"It's you too," Jensen admits.

"Good."

Jared opens him up slow and easy, long fingers driving Jensen crazy--clearly, years of playing cello have given Jared really, really talented hands. Jesus Christ. Jensen is practically sobbing with want. "Jared, if you don't--please, come on--"

Jared grins, nips Jensen's neck, and unwraps the condom. "You're gonna ride me?"

"Yeah. Want to see your face."

"Romantic," says Jared.

"It is Valentine's Day."

"Sort of."

"Sort of," says Jensen, and sinks down onto Jared's cock. Jared keeps a hand on Jensen's neck, pulling him close for a kiss, and Jensen takes a minute to adjust. It's been a while, and Jared's not tiny, but--god, it's still the best thing Jensen's felt in a long time. Jensen really likes getting fucked.

Jared fucks hard and fast, one hand bruising Jensen's hips where he's got a grip on him, and Jensen is going crazy, trying not to think about how good Jared is at this. He reaches between them and starts jacking his cock, but Jared knocks his hand away to do it himself, and Jensen already knew Jared was good at that.

"Shit," says Jensen. "Shit, Jared--"

"Yeah," says Jared. "Come on, do it, Jensen--"

And Jensen feels kind of pathetic, but he comes as soon as Jared asks him to, hard and long and panting against Jared's shoulder.

Jared comes seconds later, groaning out Jensen's name, and they stay in a sweaty pile on the ugly couch as they come down.

"We still have paperwork," says Jensen after a long minute.

"You're so romantic."

"Sorry. Happy Valentine's Day."

Jared laughs. "Yeah, you too. We should probably clean up. Don't want to get jizz on your work."

"Now who's romantic?"

"I wrote you a song," says Jared, kissing Jensen's nose. "But I can't exactly play it right now."

"Fine," says Jensen. "You're a good, romantic boyfriend, and I'm a heartless cad."

"Damn right," says Jared, grinning. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too."

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