Working on cars makes Jared feel manly. It's silly, he knows, but as soon as he slips out of his day clothes and into his green overalls he feels like a macho man. There's just something about poking around under the hood of a car that makes him feel like a real man instead of an impostor. Sandy says that wearing less pink would help with his manliness issues, but who'd listen to her? He looks damned good in pink, that's what he does.

Jeff, his ever helpful brother, says that helping out in Uncle Jeff's garage is Jared's macho outlet and, as loath as he is to admit it, Jared thinks he might be right. During the day he's quite alright with being gay and maybe a little feminine (even though a guy that stands at 6'5 without his boots on doesn't exactly come off as feminine) but come night he's itching to change into his overalls and get some dirt on his hands.

Of course detailing cars would be manlier if he could bring himself to listen to the classical rock station his uncle tunes the radio to during the day shift, but instead he turns the dial to the classical station and listens to Tchaikovsky, Mozart and Händel while he works.

It's kind of embarrassing if a client turns up but Jared doesn't really see a lot of action during the evenings, mostly he just finishes up some of the work left after the day shift even though the garage is still officially open. In the beginning he tried to work more regular hours, but he always had to beg out of work for school and rehearsals and ended up working every weekend for six months, so in the end they worked out this compromise and it's been great so far.

Jared works when he can and Jeff can have his garage open at odd hours. It doesn't bring in a lot of extra work, but every now and then a desperate customer drops by, having Jared do some emergency work which they, of course, charge extra for.

He finishes tightening the bolts after changing a tire and checks the air pressure; perfect. He straightens up and wipes the sweat from his brow, undoubtedly leaving an oily smear across his forehead. The tune on the radio changes from a piece by Grieg to Vangelis and Jared's face lights up in a smile. He loves Vangelis, especially anything from Voices and this is the title tune playing now.

Some people may sneer at Vangelis for his haphazard career and at times very experimental music. He's not in any way a classical composer, but Jared fell in love with his music after seeing a reproduction of The Beauty And The Beast set to Vangelis original score. He was only six years old at the time, but he's fairly sure that was when his love for ballet was born as well. In hindsight it was a kind of clumsy production by students from the local ballet school, but at the time it was pure magic.

Without even meaning to he starts dancing across the floor. At first he only means to practice his pas ballonné because his sur le cou-de-pied landing needs some work, but then he kicks his oily sneakers off and dances barefoot across the uneven floor. His ability to improvise is one of his greatest strengths as a dancer and he dances across the floor to a choreography only he can know.

His calloused feet hardly feel the unevenness of the floor as he jumps through the air, landing with cat like grace before taking off in a new direction to avoid the parked cars. Sometimes he might doubt his choice of career, knowing he won't have that many good years as a dancer before his body tires, but in moments like this, when he lets the music carry him, he knows there is nothing else he could do.

*



Jensen loves his truck, he really does, it has carried him for many, many miles but she's a bitch to maintain and she always breaks down at the most inopportune moments, like right now for example. He's just come off a twenty hour shift, his hair stinks of smoke and all he wants is to sleep before he gets called in again.

At least she has the decency to blow a tire just outside a night open garage and without the slightest hesitation he turns in on the driveway and stops in the open space before the garage. If it makes him something less of a man that he's willing to pay anything right now to have a stranger change his tire he doesn't care.

One of his wrists is aching since a fall he took earlier in the day and he's so tired he can hardly drive, certainly not change a tire. He slides out of the car and bangs the door shut, giving her a nasty look. The engine tinkles as if to taunt him and he huffs, turning on his heel and stalking towards the garage.

Sometimes he thinks he's crazy for treating his car as if she's human, but it certainly feels like she is. On a good day he calls her Rose and shines up her red paint, on a day like this he calls her bitch and doesn't care that she's dusty.

The sign above the garage says Jeff's Auto and a crooked plate on the door says open. The lights are on in the main garage, but not in the office part so heads for the garage. Strangely enough something that sounds like Gregorian chanting reaches him through a half open side window and he cautiously knocks on the door.

When there is no answer he tries the handle and finds the door unlocked. He pulls it open slowly, unsure of what to expect. Classical music is not something he's come to expect from garages over the years unless it's classical rock. The sight that greets him is nothing he would ever have expected but it's enthralling all the same.

A beautiful tall and whipcord lean guy is dancing in the open space before the cars; his bare feet flying over the dirty floor as he jumps, twirls and skips with eerie grace. Jensen's mouth falls open at a particularly daring jump that seems to leave the guy hanging in the air before he lands smoothly on the pad of one foot.

His jaw drops and he can't stop staring. He remembers his grandma taking him to the ballet when he was a teenager. He complained the entire time but secretly he couldn't forget the dangerous grace of the male dancers and the easy smoothness of the females. Nothing prepared him for the thrill he gets from watching this guy dance though. Despite the green overalls that clashes weirdly with his bare feet he's just so beautiful.

He steps into the garage, letting the door fall shut behind him. The sudden sound alerts the guy to his presence and he spins around mid step to stare at Jensen, a blush creeping up his cheeks. He scrubs a hand over his face, pushing his too-long bangs out of his eyes and shuffles awkwardly.

"Hey," he says, looking acutely embarrassed.

Jensen's aware of what he looks like done up in jeans, boots and a FDNY jacket to stave off the chill of the night. He looks exactly like the type of guy that would make snide remarks about faggots if he saw someone dancing dressed in a green overall.

"Nice routine," he says, trying to sounds as if he means it, but somehow it comes out of his mouth sounding as mockery.

The guy looks away, his cheeks flaming even redder. "Did you want something?" he asks, wiping his hands against his thighs.

Uh, yeah. My truck blew a tire..." He trails off. "I was wondering if you could help me change it."

The guy raises an eyebrow but doesn't make any comment, he just takes a few steps forward and slides his feet into his dirty sneakers. "Sure," he says, still not looking at Jensen. "Where is it?"

Jensen nods his head towards the door. "In the driveway."

The guy nods and bends down to pick up a tire iron. "You got a spare?"

"Yeah."

Jensen feels like a complete idiot, he wants to say something to make it alright, but he can't find the words. He really did think they guy was an awesome dancer, but somehow he managed to make it all awkward. It's the story of his life, always fucking up the things that could have been awesome.

*



Jared has probably never been so embarrassed in his life. Not only did someone catch him dancing, barefoot, in his overalls, in a garage, but that someone also happens to be a drop dead gorgeous fucking fireman. Well, Jared's not sure he's a fireman, but the FDNY says that he is and when he walks closer the guy smells faintly of smoke. He wants to die.

"I uh... I'm Jensen," the guy says when Jared gets closer. "And uh... I really did like your dancing. You're very... agile."

Jared grins at that, it's obvious that the guy, Jensen, is really trying to find the right words, make the whole thing less embarrassing.

"Thanks," he says and he really means it. He's not really used to flattery; at the Academy people might acknowledge that you are a great dancer, but they always have something to complain about, unable to just let someone be good. "I'm Jared," he says, sticking his hand out realising too late it's still smeared with grease and dirt since his last tire change.

Jensen doesn't even hesitate before he grabs it in a firm shake, smiling up at Jared. He's got really gorgeous eyes, a deep green that seems to sparkle from within. Jared feels the first tendrils of desire snake through his loins and gives his body a firm talking to. This is so not the time and place to fall in lust with someone, even if that someone happens to be beyond hot.

"So you a professional dancer?" Jensen asks as they walk out into the yard and Jared is put face to face with a beautifully kept 1970 Chevrolet pickup.

"Hoping to be," Jared responds vaguely, staring at the car. She, he's sure it's a she, is simply gorgeous, her red paint seemingly winking at him.

His first boyfriend, David Landing, drove a '70 Chevy pick up. It was red, just like this one, but the color was washed out and the paint had peeled in places.

"She's beautiful," he says, running a hand over the still hot hood.

"Yeah," Jensen says with obvious pride. "She is."

"I lost my virginity on the bed of a '70 pick up," Jared says before he can censor himself.

Jensen makes a sound somewhere between laughing and choking on his tongue. "She's a dream to drive," he says in an attempt to change the subject.

"I never..." Jared cuts himself off before he can finish the sentence. What he's doing is the verbal equivalent of taking out a magic marker and writing gay on his forehead and he can feel the heat rising in his cheeks again. Seriously, what's wrong with him? It's not like Jensen is the first beautiful guy he's met.

He doesn't dare to look at Jensen, he doesn't want to see what kind of look he's got on his face. Jensen seems to be a nice open minded guy, but there is such a thing as too much information and Jared seems hell bent on providing it.

"You got a jack," he mutters, staring intently at the hood of the truck.

"Yeah... Sure."

The car rocks as Jensen climbs on to the bed and Jared all too vividly remembers that night with Dave. Jensen mutters to himself as he moves around the bed, half formed words Jared can't quite make out. Then he makes a happy exclamation and jumps back down on the ground.

Jared looks up and accepts the jack from Jensen's hands bending down to place it in the proper position. He easily lifts the car up enough so that he can work on the flat tire, leaving her leaning on three wheels. Changing tires, at least, he could do in his sleep no matter model or make, so he lets himself get lost in the familiar motions, pushing all thoughts of gorgeous firemen and awkward conversations out of his mind.

*



Normally Jensen isn't the type of guy to stand around idle while other people work but there's not really a lot for him to do as Jared change his tires with long fingered efficiency. He brings round the spare when Jared asks for it, but other than that he's left to stare at the way Jared's biceps bulge under the overalls as he tightens the bolts.

When he's done Jared lets the truck back down and hands the jack back to Jensen with a smile. He's got dirt all over his hands and wrists and there's a smear of it on his forehead.

"I'm just gonna check the pressure," Jared says, turning on his heel and walking back towards the garage. "You should bring her closer in case she needs a refill."

Jensen slides into the driver's seat and starts up the car, bringing her up to the folding garage doors, before parking her again. He thinks he notes a tone of approval in the rumbling purr of the engine and wonders if maybe sleep deprivation pushed him over the edge at last.

Jared comes back out and he slides out of the driver's seat to do some more staring while Jared checks the pressure. He hums a little under his breath and moves around the car, checking the pressure on all tires without being asked.

"She's running a little low," he says before disappearing into the garage again.

Jensen looks after him and wonders if he's supposed to follow. He's just about to reach for the garage door when it opens again and Jared comes out carrying a tube of compressed air. He gives Jensen a fleeting smile before getting to work on the tires again.

Jensen stares dumbly at him, trying to come up with something smart to say. Nothing comes to him so he just stands there as an idiot while Jared refills the tires and tightens the bolts on the one he changed one last time. Maybe he should ask about the price, it's not really a smart thing to say, but at least it's something.

"So how much do I owe you?" he asks, cringing at the formal tone of his own voice. Could he be more of a tool?

Jared straightens up and shrugs, his too long brown hair falling into his eyes. "It's okay man," he says. "I was just about to close up here anyway."

Now Jensen feels even worse. "Can I at least give you a ride somewhere?"

Jared's face lights up in a smile. "That would be awesome," he says. "I'm just gonna change and lock up the shop."

Jensen smiles back, maybe he's not that much of a tool after all. He leans against the car while he waits for Jared, wondering what his story is. He says he hopes to be a professional dancer; does that mean that he's in school still, or that he does the audition route hoping to be recognized?

He's fairly sure Jared is gay, at least he gets that vibe. That remark about never having driven a '70 Chevy pick up, if that had been what he was about to say, means he either had a progressive girlfriend, or a boyfriend. Jensen is willing to bet it's the latter, he's pretty sure it's par for the course for ballet dancers to be gay, or is that just prejudice?

He does know it's not the most usual sexual orientation among fire fighters and there have been more than a few dark looks and snide remarks thrown in his direction. He should have learned years ago to keep his mouth shut about his love life, but when someone outright asks him he can't bring himself to lie. It's not like he's ashamed.

Jared comes out of the shop and locks the door behind him. He's changed into jeans, a zip up hoodie and clean sneakers. His hands are moderately clean and he wiped away the smear from his forehead, but his hair isn't wet so Jensen figures he didn't have a shower. He doesn't know why this is an important fact, but his brain informs him that it is.

The graceful way Jared does anything makes his stomach tighten, it's like he's got absolute control over his body that not even Jensen, who puts his body in the line of danger daily, has mustered. Jared comes walking towards him with a smile on his face, long strides and straight back like he's used to commanding the space around him. Jensen can easily picture him on a stage, owning it with his body and his graceful moves.

"You're like a panther," he says and he really will win the dorky remark of the year award.

Jared grins. "You should have met me before I started taking ballet lessons. I toppled things over just thinking about moving."

Jensen grins back, it's hard to imagine Jared ever being clumsy, but he supposes it might be true. "You wanna drive?" he asks even though he knows it might be taking a risk.

Jared face light up like a Christmas tree. "Really? You'd let me drive?"

Jensen feels nervous all of a sudden but he still nods. Jared did change his tire for free after all, he owes him something, he just hopes it's not his life.

*

Jensen, Jared decides, is an awesome guy. Not only is he hotter than hot, he also lets Jared drive his car. Jared loves driving, but living in NY and being a poor student he doesn't really have use, or money, for a car so he relies on public transportation most of the time, which is, often enough, less than fun if not downright dangerous.

Jensen seems nervous to begin with, buckling up before Jared even started the car and his eyes flittering from side to side, but once Jared guided them out on the road without mishap he relaxes, leaning back in his seat.

"So, you a fireman?" Jared asks, glancing at the logo on Jensen's jacket.

"Yeah," Jensen answers, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"That's cool."

Jared is a bit at loss for what to continue the conversation with. He holds fire fighters in the highest regard and he knows that the New York ones are especially worthy of praise after 9/11 and all that happened back then. He finds himself wondering if Jensen is old enough to have been working back then, but there is no way to ask without sounding like a sensationalist.

"I suppose," Jensen says as an answer to Jared's remark. "More often than not it's pretty hot though."

Jared smiles at that. "But still, you're helping people, saving lives."

"Yeah." Jensen looks out the window. "That I do."

Jared feels as if there is a story there about someone Jensen didn't save, but he doesn't know him well enough to ask or offer platitudes so he just focuses on driving.

"How about you?" Jensen asks. "You a student?"

"Yeah, at the ballet academy."

"That's pretty cool, too."

"And sweaty."

They share a look and grin. On the surface they have nothing in common, but there's just something about Jensen.

"You from around here?" Jensen asks.

"Nah, I'm a Texas boy, broke my momma's heart by moving here. You?"

"I'm a Texan through and through. Dallas. How 'bout you?"

"San Antonio."

There is another look and a fleeting smile. Jared licks his lips and stares at the road stretching out in front of them. He can see his bus stop a few hundred yards down the road and eases off the gas.

"You stopping?" Jensen asks.

"Yeah, that's my stop down there."

"But you live in the dorms, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then drive there."

"Really? It's kinda far."

"Dude, you just changed my tire for free."

Jared smiles and presses the gas pedal back down, not feeling the slightest bit sad when they pass the bus stop. He loves his Uncle Jeff and he loves working at the garage, but getting there and back home again takes stupidly long. Why did he have to open his garage on the outskirts of fucking Queens?

It's been a while since he navigated the streets of New York City so once they start nearing the more densely trafficked areas he pulls up to the curb. He doesn't want to do any kind of damage to Jensen's lovingly kept car. He feels kind of bad because Jensen has fallen asleep with his head against the window, but he figures Jensen is more used to driving in the city and will get them safely to their destination.

He contemplates slipping out of the car and walking to the nearest subway station but that doesn't seem like a nice thing to do, so he reaches over and nudges Jensen's shoulder.

"What?" Jensen asks, blinking his eyes open. "Did I fall asleep?"

He looks adorable, like a five year old.

"Yeah," Jared says.

"Sorry man." Jensen scrubs the back of his hand over his eyes. "Are we there?"

"Nah... I kinda don't trust my driving skills enough to brave Manhattan traffic even at night."

"That's cool," Jensen says, stretching his arms above his head.

Jared doesn't stare at the sliver of skin revealed when Jensen's shirts ride up at all, but from what he can see Jensen's stomach is to die for. They swap places quickly and Jensen guides the truck back into the traffic. Jared looks at Jensen's hands on the wheel; he always had something of a hand kink and Jensen's are particularly good ones. Square with long, strong fingers and surprisingly well kept nails. They look competent and once again he has to suppress a tendril of desire. What's wrong with him? It's not that long since he got laid.

*



There is something special about Jared. Jensen can't quite put his finger on it, but there's something there. Maybe it's just the fact that they're both from Texas, maybe it makes them connect on a chromosome level or something, but he doesn't think so. When he slows the car to a stop not far from the Ballet Academy he knows he has to do something to not have Jared just disappear from his life.

It's silly, really, since they've spent most of their time together so far being awkward and embarrassed, but he really can't just let Jared walk away. Part of it is attraction, sure, because Jared is hotter than the sun, but the rest, he thinks, is something like instinct.

"You wanna go out tomorrow night?" Jensen hears himself asking and wants to bang his head against the wheel. "I mean... for a beer or something, as a thank you for, you know... the tire."

Jared laughs. "Sure," he says. "That sounds nice."

They exchange phone numbers and then Jared slips out of the car with a bye and a smile and Jensen is left watching his ass as he walks towards the Academy and the dorms hidden in its depths. Jared has a really nice ass and Jensen really needs to sleep. With a sigh he starts up the car again and slips back into traffic. It's a long way to drive back and he feels like he's about to fall asleep at the wheel.

He reaches out for the radio and fiddles with the dials until country music starts blaring from the speakers. He likes country but the 24/7 country station only plays the worst tunes known to man, so it's bound to keep him awake just by sheer annoyance.

He loves his job, he really does, but it takes a lot out of him and since he moved to New York he kinda lost his easy circle of friends from home. Sure, he's got buddies on the force, guys to go out and have beer and horse around with. They talk about work sometimes and hang out after a rough shift, but most of those guys have families, someone waiting for them back home.

Jensen doesn't have that here, he doesn't have any real friends and he can only call his mom so often before she starts planning an intervention and drags him back home by the ear. He tried the dating thing, had a few boyfriends, but his job always get in the way. He works insane hours and more often than not he's not up to going out for a fancy dinner after a rough shift. It's hard to really connect to someone when he's never there and to be fair his heart was never really in it.

He moved to New York five years ago because he thought he'd met the one, but they broke up after a few months and since then he's never had a relationship that lasted more than a couple of months. Getting over Ben wasn't easy, but he truly believes that their tumultuous break up is behind him now. He doesn't think about him any longer and when he does it's with fond nostalgia instead of hurt.

He's glad that Jared accepted his offer and something tells him he might be onto something. Maybe it's nothing relationshippy, maybe it's just friendship, but he can't fight the feeling that he wants to have Jared in his life. If nothing else he can always perv over Jared's unnatural grace and maybe try getting him drunk to see if that makes him clumsy. It's worth a shot and life is too short to not take chances.

The tune changes to an awful, twangy piece about the woman the singer left behind in Georgia and Jensen groans internally. He's not that much of a singer, but even he could do better. He contemplates briefly turning the latest CD Steve sent him on instead, but thinks better of it. He's too tired for good music, he needs the aggravation of ear torture.

Giving Jared a ride home might have been a mistake in his current condition, but he's a firm believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason and he hardly thinks Rose blew a tire on a flat stretch of road just to spite him. His car was looking out for him as usual by bringing him Jared and had he not offered him a ride, Jared's overall clad back would have been the last he ever saw of him.

*



The following morning when Jared wakes up he's got this feeling that Jensen is going to cancel on him. Quite like that time when he just knew that he had to ask Emma Hartling to the senior prom, because they would look so dashing together. Of course it turned out she'd rather go with the star quarterback and didn't think he was dashing at all, but that's another story.

Still he's not surprised when he comes out of his afternoon class and finds a missed call and a voice mail from Jensen. Jensen's very sorry but he's got to work, another time maybe. Jared deletes the message and sighs, Jensen was obviously too hot to be true.

He skips his evening shifts at the garage, the good thing about working for his uncle, and goes out for pizza with his best friend Chad instead. Chad's a medicine major at the nearby university, even though Jared kinda thinks they're insane if they let him have any kind of interaction with actual people. He loves Chad, but the guy has the social skills of your average newt.

He survives the dinner though, even lets himself being talked into having a beer afterwards before he walks back to the dorms. Now that he lets himself think about it he's kinda miffed that Jensen cancelled on him. He bets Jensen didn't even have to work; he just decided to not go out with Jared.

Of course that's before he passes the common room and catches the eight o'clock news. Apparently there's a huge fire in a department store in Queens, the camera pans over masses of ambulances and fire trucks, throwing in a few close ups of smoke billowing out of exploded windows for good measure.

Jared stares at the screen, feeling anxious all of a sudden. He knows Jensen is probably there somewhere, in the building or on the outside, and even though he doesn't even know the guy he gets all nervous. He realizes suddenly that this is what it would be like all the time if he dated Jensen for real.

The news moves on to a shooting in lower Manhattan and he finds himself wanting to change the channel, see if he can find any more reports on the fire. He stands in the doorway for a few moments before he decides not to do it. The reports would only worry him anyway, it's not like they would list Jensen's name and catching a glimpse of him among all the people littering outside would be virtually impossible.

He walks down further down the hall and slips into his room, sitting down on the edge of his bed. Carlo, his Italian roommate, is not yet back from his weekly date with Dan the Impossible, so for once he has the room to himself. Usually, he uses his alone time to have a leisure wank but at the moment he's not really in the mood.

He keeps thinking about the smoke coming out of the windows and the faint scent of fire he'd caught around Jensen last night. If Jensen calls again, should he turn him down? He knows it's unfair to judge a book by its cover and he really liked Jensen, but can he really face going out with someone that risks his life every day?

He sighs and lies back on the bed. His momma likes to tell him he thinks too much for someone that claims to be shallow and he supposes she's right. No matter how much he likes to pretend he just takes life as it comes, he has a tendency to turn things over in his brain until it drives him crazy.

With a sigh he pushes himself up and decides on a shower. Nothing good every came out of moping, as Jeff likes to say, and occasionally Jared admits to himself that Jeff's right. Maybe he should have taken the shift at the garage, after all fiddling with cars always calms him down, but it's too late to get there now and God knows what kind of ideas he would get during the commute. No it's better to stay in and make an early night. Hopefully Jensen will call in the morning.

*



Jensen isn't sure what makes him pick up the phone and even as he goes through the phonebook he tells himself it's a stupid idea. Still five seconds later finds him with the phone pressed to his ear, waiting for someone to pick up on the other end. He doesn't even know what he wants to say, he's tired and achy and all he really wants is to sleep.

"Jared." He sounds sleepy and confused, like Jensen just woke him up.

"Hey," he says. "It's Jensen."

"Hey," Jared says.

The silence stretches out between them. Jensen leans his head against the phone, listening to Jared's steady breaths.

"Rough night?" Jared asks.

"Yeah." Jensen exhales. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called."

"It's okay. Really. I saw the news earlier..." Jared is silent for a moment. "I kinda worried about you."

Jensen smiles, prying his eyes open to stare at his alarm clock. "It was awful," he says, recalling the screams and the people running around in panic. "No one thinks to look for fire exits, they just react, panic."

"Yeah... Did a lot of people get hurt?"

"Luckily no. There was a lot more smoke than there was fire, so aside for a couple of broken bones, people inhaling a lot more smoke than is healthy and an old lady having a heart attack no one was really hurt."

"That's good." Jared sounds as if he's half asleep again and Jensen realizes he should let him sleep.

"You wanna grab that beer?"

"Now?" Jared sounds startled.

"Uh... yeah." Because that's how you act like a sane person and let people sleep.

"Yeah... Okay."

Jensen is totally going to backtrack and take it back, but Jared sounds kinda adorable when he's sleepy and apparently it's fully possible to cultivate a crush while trying to get people out of a burning building.

"I'll pick you up in... forty five minutes?"

"Sounds good," Jared says.

He bites down on the impulse to ask Jared if he's naked, because really, what's wrong with him? But he still imagines that Jared is and that the ruffling he hears is Jared scrambling to get into his clothes. He's fucked, truly fucked.

"Okay," Jensen says. "I'll see you in a while then."

"Okay. Bye."

Jared hangs up and Jensen just sits there with the phone in his hand. He's not sure what made him call Jared in the first place, but he's pretty sure it got nothing to do with beer and everything to do with what Jared might look like naked. It just feels strange, because he's not normally that type of straight forward guy. He's not going to assume anything though, Jared might not be interested in any kind of relations least of all sexual.

*



Are you going somewhere?" Carlo sounds sleepy, like Jared just woke him up by getting out of bed.

"Yeah," Jared says, pulling his jeans on.

"In the middle of the night?" Carlo sounds kind of confused, rightly so of course. Jared's not normally the type to suddenly run out once he's gone to bed. "Did something happen?"

"Nah." Jared hesitates, but Carlo's a good friend, he's not going to laugh at Jared if things turn sour. "You know the fireman I told you about?"

"Yeah?" Carlo head peeks over the edge of his bunk, keen interest in his expressive eyes.

"He called." Jared can't keep from smiling like an idiot, because, yeah, Jensen called.

"Now?"

"Yeah."

Carlo chuckles and sits up, the covers falling down to pool in his lap. "Booty call," he says waggling his eyebrows.

Jared makes a displeased sound, but in all honesty he kinda hopes that Carlo is right. He doesn't really want to be the fuck-when-you-feel-like-it-guy, but damn if he wouldn't let Jensen use him anyway he pleased. It's stupid, because they don't really know each other, but Jared would happily bend over for Jensen any time.

"Oh, you know you want it," Carlo says, sticking his tongue out.

Jared shrugs, but he can't help his grin. "Yeah, maybe I do," he admits.

He knows that agreeing to see Jensen now is all kinds of stupid. He's got an early class tomorrow, one of those classes that he can't really afford to miss and he barely knows the guy, for all he knows Jensen could be some sort of psycho. He can't deny the thrill he feels at the thought of seeing Jensen though and he wouldn't exactly mind if things progressed to the horizontal kind of fun, no matter how early his class. He went to bed at nine after all, it's not like he needs that much sleep.

It takes him a lot less than forty five minutes to get ready and freshen up. He's not entirely happy about his hair, or the pillow creases still on his cheek, but if Jensen wakes him up in the middle of the night he's just gonna have to take whatever he gets. That doesn't stop Jared from cleaning up quite thoroughly though, or using what might in hindsight have been too much cologne, so much that he has to wash some off.

He doesn't want to be standing at the curb like some idiot when Jensen shows up, but he's still five minutes early when he walks out of the dorm. He shouldn't have worried though, because Jensen is already waiting at the curb, leaning against the car with a smile on his lips.

"Hey," Jared says.

"Hey," Jensen answers.

They look at each other as Jared walks closer and he feels kinda stupid. It's not like they really know each other and it's one freaking am in the morning. Jensen is looking fine though, one foot propped up against the car and his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He's wearing his FDNY jacket, zipped up against the night chill.

"Hey," Jared says again, when he's close enough to touch.

"Hey," Jensen answers, with a smile.

They look at each other for another few moments then Jared laughs. "Okay," he says. "This is awkward."

Jensen laughs too before running his tongue over his lips. "Yeah. Awkward."

Jared's eyes are drawn to the movement, staring at the way Jensen's lip glistens with spit. He really wants to lean forward and just kiss Jensen, holding him captive against the car with his body, but he's not going to. It might be one am in the morning, but this is New York and the streets are never empty.

"Wanna go for a ride?" Jensen asks.

"Okay," Jared answers, dragging his eyes back to Jensen's face.

They don't talk much once they're in the car. Jared's quite content just watching Jensen drive and he doesn't even ask where they are going. Jensen doesn't seem to know either and after half an hour of mindless driving he pulls up to the curb outside the dorms.

"I don't know why I called you," Jensen says, turning the engine off and staring straight ahead. "It's not like... I don't know."

"It's okay," Jared says, reaching over and petting Jensen's knee. "I don't know why I said yes."

"It's just... Yesterday, meeting you... It was just... It felt good and it's been a while since I felt like that and... this's been a really crappy day and I just wanted to feel good for a while."

Jensen turns to look at him with nothing but complete honesty in his eyes and Jared wants to kiss him so bad. He looks tired, like he's on his very last leg and Jared wants to take him up to his dorm and tuck him into bed even though it's not really allowed and he's got Carlo sleeping in the same room. Jared licks his lips and bends forward, keeping his eyes locked with Jensen's to see if it's okay. Jensen doesn't pull away, if anything he leans into Jared, meeting him halfway.

The first touch of their lips is electric, sending a bolt of lightning down Jared's spine to pool in his groin. He's not sure what he expected, but it wasn't this raw desire, this urgency that flairs up between them; Jensen's fingers threading in his hair, his own hands pawing at Jensen in a clumsy attempt to get closer. He allows himself to get lost in the kiss, eyes closed and mouth open, letting everything else fade to background noise, until Jensen pushes him away, panting for breath.

"Not here," Jensen says, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Jesus."

Jared blinks and looks around, remembers where they are with a flush creeping up his cheeks.

"Sorry," he mumbles, straightening up.

"No," Jensen says, reaching out and touching his thigh. "I didn't mean it like that."

Jared nods, smiles, and licks his lips. He doesn't miss the way Jensen's eyes follow the movement.

"I have to work after school tomorrow," Jared says, looking out the window. "Pick me up around ten?"

"At the garage?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be there."

Jared turns to Jensen, grins and whispers a kiss against his cheek. "Drive safely," he murmurs and then he jumps out of the car, walking past it and towards the entrance to the dorms without looking back.

*



Jensen's sure that overnight he was possessed by a fourteen year old girl. He spends all day, once he manage to drag himself out of bed, cleaning the house, particularly the bedroom, making sure everything looks perfect. He changes the sheets and then he thinks that it's expecting too much and decides to change them back, but stops himself before he can, because he can't remember the last time he did change the sheets and that probably means it was well overdue anyway.

He changes his outfit ten times, fiddles with his hair so much he ends up having to wash it again because all the products make it icky and he's still almost an hour early to pick Jared up. The lights are on in the garage and once he turns the engine off, idling at the curb, he can hear classical music filtering out from a half-open window.

He stays in the car for fifteen minutes, eyes trained on the closed garage door, before he finally gets out. He suddenly feels stupid, as if he's trying too hard. He knocks on the garage door, pushes it open anyway when there's no answer.

Jared's bent over a car, ass sticking out as he works inside the engine, swaying almost imperceptibly in time with the music. Jensen's mesmerized by the sight, by the way the overalls stretch taut over the rounded globes, bunching at the top of Jared's thighs. He coughs to get Jared's attention and Jared peeks out from under the hood, grinning at him.

"Is it ten already?" he asks. "I must have lost track of time."

"I'm a little early," Jensen admits. "But I can wait if you have to finish up."

"I'm just about done here," Jared says, disappearing under the hood again.

Jensen leans against the door, feeling awkward. He wants to say something, explain why he's so early, but what's there to say other than; I couldn't wait to see you? Besides, it's not like he's that early, Jared doesn't know he spent pretty much all day getting ready, doesn't have to know.

Jared makes a pleased sound, clonks around some more and then straightens up, wiping a greasy hand over his face. He looks at Jensen again and grins.

"You're looking nice," he says. "Makes me feel under-dressed."

Jensen smiles back, doesn't feel quite as much as a dork. Jared moves closer but stops half a step away with an expansive gesture at himself.

"Maybe I should wash first, wouldn't want to get you dirty."

Jensen reaches out and touches Jared's face, smudging the oil stain on his cheek. Jared turns his face into the touch, eyes fluttering close.

"I should wash," he says again, balling his hands at his sides.

Jensen lets his hand slide into the hair behind Jared's ear and around to cup the back of his neck, tresses of hair winding around his fingers, thick and soft. He steps minutely closer, doesn't miss the shiver that goes through Jared's body.

"I wouldn't mind getting dirty," Jensen says, lust coiling low in his stomach.

"Don't say shit like that unless you mean it," Jared answers, eyes opening suddenly, vibrant hazel almost obscured by black.

Jensen shuts him up with a kiss, slow, hot, slick and amazing. Jared tastes faintly of mint, something like engine oil and a lot like himself, heady and potent. He runs his tongue over Jared's gums, rubs up to his tongue and groans deep in his throat when Jared gives back as good as he gets. He lets his free hand curl around one of Jared's tense biceps, fingers digging into hard muscle as the kiss deepens. Jared's the first one to break free, sucking in air in needy gasps.

"Want to touch you," he says, voice hoarse.

Jensen moves his hands to press against Jared's chest, hot through the coarse fabric of his overalls.

"There are a lot of things I want," he murmurs, sucking a kiss against Jared's throat.

"Anything," Jared answers, tilting his head back. "You can have anything."

Jensen finds the zipper going up the front of the overalls and tugs it down to Jared's waist, sliding his hands inside to meet with nothing but bare silky skin. The overall slides down over Jared's shoulder, pulling his arms back and trapping him, bulging pecs standing out in stark relief, the tiny areolas of his nipples too tempting to leave unattended.

Jensen sucks kisses down Jared's throat, sliding his tongue over salty skin to the base of his throat and then down, mapping out bones, muscles and flesh to the center of his chest, hands tight around both Jared's biceps now, feeling them strain against the feeble restraints.

"Jesus," Jared groans, moving closer, pushing his skin against Jensen's lips.

Jensen smiles, licks a stripe along the edge of one pec and then moves up to find the tight nub of a nipple. He traces the puckered skin with his tongue, making it grow harder against his lips, before sucking the tiny nub into his mouth.

"Fuck," Jared moans on the exhale, wrenching one hand free to cup the back of Jensen's head, keeping him close. "Jesus."

Jensen laughs, breathless and exhilarated, bites down gently only to have Jared back him up against the wall with a thud.

"Tease," Jared growls, using his grip on Jensen's head to force him to look up, capturing his lips in a punishing kiss.

One of Jared's long thighs slides in between his legs, trapping him against the door and rubbing up against his aching cock. This time Jensen moans, hips pushing up against Jared's on their own volition, as if he no longer has any control of his body. Jared gets his other hand free and cups Jensen's face to tilt it up for another long messy kiss, rubbing up against him with slow sinuous moves that have Jensen's pulse throbbing in his ears.

He moves his hands to grip Jared's slim hips, pulling him even closer, angling his hips to get more friction, but it seems no matter how close they get it's not enough. It's not enough to feel the hard ridge of Jared's cock burn him through layers of clothing, he needs to feel it against his skin. He moves one of his hands, fumbling for the zipper just below Jared's belly button and pulls it further down, sliding his hand into the open vee to meet with nothing but skin and coarse hair tickling his fingertips.

Jared wrenches his mouth free to gasp, the sound going straight to Jensen's throbbing cock and he rubs up against Jared's thigh, twisting his hips for more friction. He buries his face against Jared's neck, panting wet and hot over skin that smells like grease, oil and faintly like sweat. It shouldn't turn him on as much as it does, but it pulls a moan from his lips, makes him angle his hips against, straddling Jared's thigh even more.

He dips his hand further down the front of Jared's overall, squishes it between their bodies to be able to wrap his fingers around the thick length of Jared's cock, silky and wet with precome. Jared groans, pushing his hips into Jensen's hand and reaching down to curl his hands around Jensen's ass pulling him up and closer until Jensen's feet leave the ground, the taut line of his back pressed hard against the door.

He hooks his free hand around Jared's shoulders, admires the strength hidden under his slick skin, insanely turned on by being handled like a ragdoll. There's no finesse in his pawing of Jared's cock, doesn't need to be with the way Jared thrusts into him, making the door rattle with every move. He hides his noises against Jared's shoulder, letting himself get fucked through layers of clothing until he can't think beyond slick, hard, hot, fuck.

Jared's fingers dig hard into his ass, sending a ripple of pleasure through his thighs and pulling the fabric of his jeans tight over his cock, making everything feel just that much better. He's never come in his pants before, not even as a teenager, but he does so now, digging his teeth into Jared's shoulder screaming out the pleasure that borders on pain. Jared moves even closer, rubbing up against his hips and hand a couple of more times before he comes too, spilling wet and hot all over Jensen's fingers and their clothes.

"Jesus fuck," Jared says, gently relaxing his hold of Jensen's ass and lowering him down so that his feet touches the ground.

"Yeah," Jensen agrees, pulling his hand out of Jared's soiled overall and wiping it ineffectually against his shirt.

Jared laughs, tilts his head up for a kiss and steps back. "Let me look at you," he says, voice a purr and eyes glimmering dangerously.

Jensen groans a twitch of renewed interest spreading pleasure pain through his lower stomach. He lets his head fall back against the door, legs spread wide, more bowlegged than ever and shirt rucked up over his waist.

"Stay like that," Jared rasps against his ear. "Gotta change and close up."

Jensen nods, turns his face slightly against Jared's and gets a kiss for his trouble. Doesn't think he could move if he wanted to.

"I'll be right back," Jared says and then the heat of his body is gone, his sneakers barely making a sound against the concrete floor.

*





Jared washes up best he can, scrubbing the oil from his hands and face, and the come out of his pubes. He can't stop thinking about Jensen leant back against the door messy and wonderful, and it doesn't take more than a cursory wash with lukewarm water for his cock to start growing again, hanging half hard and swollen between his legs. He's not sure what it is about Jensen, but it's been ages since he came so hard, or was so easily turned on.

He shrugs into his day clothes, leaving the top two buttons of his jeans undone to accommodate for his steadily growing cock and stuffing the hoodie into his shoulder bag. He reaches down to adjust himself, ends up rubbing himself fully hard, thighs and hips tingling with renewed desire. Jensen makes him feel fourteen again, heady with desire and the exploration of another's body.

Jensen is exactly where he left him, doesn't even look up when Jared turns the radio off, the long line of his throat exposed to Jared's greedy eyes. He pauses with his fingers on the light switch, drinking in the sight of Jensen. He's the picture of perfection with his legs spread wide and his head bent back. The wet spot spreading at the crotch of his jeans, or the dirt stains on his shirt does nothing to lessen his almost surreal beauty.

He's got oil smeared on his face, smudged prints of Jared's hands, and Jared's willing to bet that if he turned around there would be matching prints on his ass. The thought sends a shiver of possessive excitement through his loins and his cock grows even harder.

"You have no idea what you look like right now," Jared says, keeping his voice low and dirty.

Jensen's eyes flutter open and he looks at Jared through hooded eyes. "You're one to talk," he murmurs, eyes trailing down Jared's chest to his crotch, where his cock bulges open the fabric of his jeans, one of his eyebrows raises slightly. "Already?"

"Oh yeah," Jared says, hitting the light switch.

Jensen's laugh rings out in the darkness and Jared hears him move, sees the faint outline of his shape and he comes closer.

"It's a good thing I don't live very far then," he says, pressing up against Jared's side and kissing him just below the jaw line.

One of Jensen's hands slide around his waist to press against the sliver of skin where his shirt's pulled up to not quite meet his pants and he groans, cock twitching vainly. He dips his hand lower for a moment, ghosting over Jared's straining hardness before stepping away.

"Let's go then," he says, laughter still dancing in his voice.

"Bastard," Jared grumbles, but Jensen just laughs moving ahead to push the door open.

Jared was right about the handprints on Jensen's ass and he can't stop looking at them on their way to the car; the sight makes him feel feverish, too hot for his skin. He slips in on the passenger side, dropping his bag between his feet and shifting until he finds a way to sit that's at least semi comfortable for his bloodheavy dick.

Jensen keeps glancing at him, moving one hand to rest on his thigh, high enough to be teasing without actually doing anything to help the pressure building below Jared's zipper.

"So fucking hot," Jensen says, stealing glances as he manoeuvres the truck out of the lot before the garage. "Open another button."

Jared's cock twitches at the thought and he willingly pops another button, pulling the fly apart to let Jensen see the slick head of his cock peeping out.

"Fuck," Jensen groans, truck swerving dangerously as he tightens his fingers on Jared's thigh.

The truck is high enough that no one in a regular car would be able to see in, but anyone in an SUV or a larger truck could easily see them like this, Jared's cock peeking out for the world to see and Jensen's fingers tight on his thigh. The danger somehow makes it even hotter, makes Jared shift restlessly, every glance from Jensen feeling like a caress.

"More," Jensen grinds out, eyes on the road, but the rustle of fabric and Jared's faint groan as he follows the instructions makes him look again, biting down on his lip.

Jensen's hand moves higher, until his fingertips brushes the inside of Jared's thigh, just below his balls, and Jared moans again, unable to keep his hips from jerking. He doesn't think he's ever felt so hot, so daring, and he catches Jensen's eyes for a moment before wrapping his fingers around Jensen's wrist, pulling his hand down to cup his balls through his jeans.

"Yeah," he groans when Jensen squeezes lightly. "God yeah."

His cock dribbles precome onto his stomach, twitching with eagerness and it's all he can do not to touch, balling his hands at his sides and staring down the line of the road. There's not too much traffic, just a random car here and there, but every time he sees one coming closer he stiffens, cock jerking against its restraints. Jensen opens and closes his hand in a hypnotic rhythm, milking his balls until it feels as if he'll explode if he doesn't get to come soon, gasps and moans spilling from his swollen lips.

"Does it turn you on that they could see you like this?" Jensen asks, daring another look at him. "See what I'm doing to you?"

"Yeah," he groans, pushing his hips up, shivering with excitement. He wants the whole world to see, wants the whole world to know that Jensen's his now, wants them to see Jensen's hand cupping his balls, the slick head of his cock, the way Jensen's cock pushes against his own jeans.

"Open another button," Jensen instructs, but when Jared looks at him, he's got his eyes on the road again.

He follows Jensen's instructions, groaning when his hand brushes his cock, making it jerk violently, another bout of precome trickling down on his stomach. Jensen tightens his hold of his balls for a moment, before relaxing and making his cock jerk feebly again.

"So fucking hot," Jensen breathes, eyes skating over Jared's cock and his trembling stomach.

"For you," Jared groans, trying to spread his legs even wider.

Jensen keeps driving in silence for a while, his hand keeping up the hypnotic squeeze and relax of Jared's balls, the restrained touch never enough to really get him off but building the pressure all the same. He loses all sense of modesty, back arched and head pressed against the headrest as he thrust his hips against nothing, slick ropes of precome stretching between the head of his cock and his stomach.

The car suddenly swerves to the side and then jerks to a stop, making him gasp and open his eyes half in panic. It turns out they're in a garage and he really hopes it's Jensen's because he can't fucking wait any longer.

"So fucking hard," Jensen says, touch of wonder in his voice as he runs his other hand over Jared's stomach, brushing tantalizingly against the head of his cock.

"Please," he groans, not sure when Jensen got to call the shots, but asking for permission all the same.

His only answer is Jensen's tongue, slick and wet over the head of his cock and a shockwave of pleasure that almost makes him scream. Jensen's hand presses down on his stomach, slipping in the slickness of precome but keeping him still all the same as his tongue laps over Jared's cock with curious little kitten licks. Jared thinks he's dying, the pressure building in his belly too intense, making sweat run in rivulets down over his face and down his back.

"I'm gonna..." he warns, at the same times as his stomach cramps up and he shoots all over Jensen's face and his own shirt; Jensen's hand on his balls milking him dry and making him spasm, straining against the seatbelt.

Jensen laughs, rubs his tongue against the underside until Jared simply can't come anymore, his cock twitching with aftershocks as he collapses against the door. He blinks his eyes open and looks at Jensen, grinning at the way, Jensen wipes come from his face with the edge of his shirt.

"And you call me a tease," Jensen growls when he catches him looking, grabbing Jared's hair and pulling him into a kiss. "Thought I'd run us both off the road, the show you were putting on."

Jared chuckles, kisses him back, lax and sated for now. "So's this your place?"

"Thankfully," Jensen says dryly, licking his lips. "Wanna head inside?"

"Oh yeah," Jared says, already thinking about the next round when he spots those handprints again. Damn Jensen and his hot ass.

*





Jensen doesn't even make it inside before Jared's caught up with him, pressing him up against the door to the kitchen from the garage and kissing him breathless.

"Stupid handprints," Jared breathes against his lips, before capturing them in another kiss.

"Handprints?" Jensen manages to get out between kisses.

Jared grabs his ass for an answer, lifting him up into the kiss and yeah, that's totally a valid answer as far as Jensen's concerned. Somehow he manages to get the door open and they stumble into the kitchen in a tangle of limbs that comes to an abrupt stop against the refrigerator.

"Hungry?" Jensen tries when Jared lets him up for air, because he planned for this to go a little slower and maybe involve some late night snacking.

Jared laughs, low and raspy. "Not for food."

Jensen's pulled into to another kiss and he wraps his arms around Jared's neck and just hangs on for the ride. Jared's hands seem to be everywhere, leaving scorching trails across his body, until it feels as if he's going to die if he doesn't get to come soon.

"Bedroom," he rasps between desperate gasps for air. "Upstairs."

Jared somehow manages to manoeuvre them into the living room amidst needy kisses and gropes, half dragging half carrying Jensen along. Once there he spots the stairs and simply scoops Jensen into his arms, carrying him.

"Hey," Jensen says, pulling out of the haze. "Put me down."

"Oh, shut up," Jared answers, kissing his nose and almost toppling them over. "You know you think it's hot."

Jensen pouts but he doesn't contest the statement. It's not hot to be carried around like a girl, but it is kind of hot that Jared carries his weight as if it's nothing, his biceps bulging and twisting as he changes his grip.

"I'm too heavy," Jensen tries, going for the Biggest Girl of the Year award.

Jared snorts. "I've lugged around girls that weigh more than you... Are you eating enough?"

It's some sort of satisfaction that Jared almost kneels at the last step, straightening up so suddenly that Jensen thinks they're falling over, clinging to Jared with startled sound. Jared laughs, dropping Jensen's feet so that he's standing up again and promptly presses him up against the nearest wall, sending a picture of Jensen with his family careening to the ground with a clatter.

"Sorry," Jared murmurs against his neck.

"It's okay," Jensen says and then again, when Jared makes them knock another frame over.

From that point on it's a comedy of errors that leaves Jensen's upstairs hall in tatters until they finally fall through the bedroom door, stumbling over the floor until the bed halts their progress and cushions their fall quite nicely.

"Love your house," Jared says, straightening up to look around and Jensen can't help the laughter that bubbles up because apparently his house doesn't love Jared back.

Jared laughs too, burying his face against Jensen's chest for a moment, breath moistening his shirt and making goose bumps raise all over his skin. Then Jared starts undressing him, slow and meticulous with playful kisses and nips until he's writhing on the bed, one hand buried in Jared's hair in an attempt to keep that infuriating mouth against his skin, the other balled in the sheets.

"Tell me what you like," Jared murmurs, dragging his mouth up the center of Jensen's chest.

"You," Jensen gasps out, clenching his fingers in Jared's hair. He doesn't mean to say it, has learned his lessons about being clingy and overbearing, but Jared just laughs, nibbling along his collarbone.

"Where do you like to be touched?" he whispers. "What makes you ache?"

Jensen swallows, shifts to spread his legs and allow Jared's roaming hands better access. "Nipples," he gasps. "I like... nipples."

"Too easy," Jared answers, but rakes a hand up Jensen's ribs to pinch his nipples all the same.

Jensen groans, spreads his legs even wider, hoping for Jared to get the hint and do something about the fiery heat of his cock.

"Tell me more," Jared says, mouth against Jensen's bicep now and how does he expect Jensen to be able to think, let alone talk when he's setting every nerve ending on fire?

"Neck," he manages to get out, arching his back when Jared's clever fingers pinch his nipple again.

Jared makes a pleased sound and suddenly Jensen finds himself being flipped over onto his stomach, groaning when the sheets rub against his rigid cock. Jensen shivers, balling the sheets up in his hands, when Jared ghosts his fingers over the back of his neck. Then Jared's hand trails lower, following the dip of his spine to the rounded globes of his ass, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck instead.

"You like that?" Jared asks, letting the tip of his tongue trace a circle on Jensen's skin.

"Yeah," Jensen manages to stutter out, pressing his flaming face into the pillows.

Jared chuckles, trailing a line of kisses from Jensen's neck down his spine, tonguing each vertebra until Jensen feels as if his entire back is made out of erogenous zones.

How 'bout this?" Jared asks, big hands spreading Jensen's cheeks. "Do you like this?"

His exhale floods warm and moist over Jensen's opening, sending shivers skittering up and down his back, possibly short circuiting a few synapses in his brain. He wants to answer that he doesn't know, that no one's ever done that to him, but he can't find the words, can't even think over the rush of blood in his ears.

"I think you'll like it," Jared murmurs, his voice thrumming through Jensen's ears, reverberating down his legs and up again, adding to the wet spot underneath him.

The first touch of Jared's tongue to his hole is awkward, more than exciting, weird and slick and warm, making him shiver inside out. He tries to move away but Jared won't let him, big hands capturing his hips and pulling him to his knees instead. The second touch is electrifying, pulling a groan from his dry lips and sending another bout of precome trickling from the head of his dick.

He kind of loses track after that, of Jared, of himself, of everything; all he can do is pant for breath, angle his hips for more of everything and hope that he doesn't black out before he gets to come. Fingers join Jared's tongue, relentless and long and slick and perfect, stretching him open so agonizingly slow he's sure he's died several times over. It's never been like this before, never this hot, this wet, this fantastic. He likes sex as much as the next man (i.e. a whole damned lot) but this is way more than he's ever come to associate with the term. He's not stupid, or inexperienced, he just never knew sex could feel like this, as if he's been turned inside out several times over, but in a good way.

"You got any supplies?" Jared asks, voice rough-hoarse and urgent, and Jensen gets the feeling it's not the first time he's asked.

"Drawer," he pants, word spoken halfway into the pillow.

Jared must have heard him all the same because suddenly there's a shift and dip and he's so desperately empty he aches with it, moan of protest on his lips before he's even registered. Then Jared's back, long body stretching along his back, thick cock riding the cleft of his ass as Jared presses a kiss against his neck.

"This good?" he asks, and Jensen thinks he's kinda stupid if he hasn't figured that out yet.

There's another shift and then Jared's pressing into him, slow and steady, filling him up until he can't even breathe. It burns deep in his belly, making his skin ache, but it's so fucking good he thinks he might be crying.

"Got you," Jared says, curling a hand around Jensen's shoulder and it's so stupid that he wants to laugh, but it's also exactly what it feels like. Jared's got him, trapped between hands and cock and lips, panted breaths and murmured words. Jared's got him.

The burn fades away as Jared starts to move, minute shifts of his hips to begin with, but it soon turns into more and faster, long hard thrusts that makes Jensen's knees slide over the sheets, the top of his head banging against the headboard.

"Easy," Jared says, one of his hands coming up to curl around Jensen's head, as if it's Jensen's fault that he's unable to care for himself.

Another couple of thrusts and Jared pulls him up and back, arms strong around his chest, supporting his weight when he flops forward like a ragdoll. Jared's huge within him, huge and hard and fucking wonderful, sending bolts of pleasure through him with every thrust. He turns his head so that Jared can kiss him, is rewarded with demanding lips and slick tongue, and he forces his eyes open to see. Jared's hair is a mess, clinging to his forehead in sweaty strands, and his arms across Jensen's chest shake with the strain. He looks down to his cock, swollen with need, angry red and slick with precome. He wants to touch, but when he raises his hand it curls around Jared's arm instead, holding on for the increasingly erratic thrusts.

Jared presses kisses against his shoulder and neck, groans hot and moist against his skin. Another thrust and Jared's changing the angle slightly, cock skittering across that magic bundle of nerves inside and just like that Jensen's coming, and coming, and coming. He reaches down to touch, sliding his hand over his steely cock, prolonging the pleasure until he just can't take any more.

One of Jared's hands slides down to join Jensen's caressing his cock, spreading the slickness of come over his skin, until Jared comes too, with a last staccato of thrusts that has Jensen seeing stars. They collapse sideways on the bed in a tangle of limbs, Jared still buried deep inside of him.

They stay like that for a few minutes, struggling to catch their breaths. Then Jared slowly pulls out and Jensen winces. He always feels odd afterwards, too empty and a little sore.

"Trashcan?" Jared asks, his voice still rough and a little out of breath.

Jensen blinks and looks around as if he's a stranger in his own home. "Uh... side of the bed."

The bed dips and shifts when Jared's moves but then he's back, stretching out along Jensen's back and sliding an arm around his waist. It feels good, natural and Jensen's eyes start to slide shut. He's not sure the day went exactly as he planned, but he's certainly not complaining.

*





Jensen's pretty much out for the count, so Jared's the one that finds a bathroom and wet towels to clean them up and manages to manoeuvre them off the covers and into the bed. Jensen mostly just blinks sleepily at him through the whole ordeal, muttering something about an energizer bunny that makes Jared grin.

When they're finally settled, under the covers and snuggled tight, just the way Jared likes it, he allows himself to relax, eyes drifting shut. He shouldn't fall asleep, he should find away to get back to the dorms because he got an early class tomorrow, but he's just so comfortable.

It doesn't feel awkward like it usually does after the first time he's had sex with someone, it feels good, relaxed. Jensen's a warm weight against his shoulder, one hand flat on his chest and it's all too easy to envision falling asleep like this every night for the rest of forever.

The thing is, Jared doesn't know where he'll be three months from now. After his graduation he could end up anywhere, it all depends on what company wants him, if any. It's the universe's way of throwing him a curveball, meeting the perfect guy at a time where he doesn't have time for a guy at all.

"I don't know if I can make this work," he says, realizing too late that he said it out loud.

Jensen stirs against his side and lifts his head. "Make what work?" he asks.

"This." Jared makes a vague gesture to encompass him and Jensen and everything they are at the moment.

"Oh." Jensen puts his head down again. "Is it okay if I pretend that you can?"

A smile tugs at Jared's lips. "Yeah," he says, running a hand through Jensen's hair. "Yeah, it is."

*





In the end they're not perfect, but striving to be. They stagger along punch-drunk on laughter, intimacy and too much sex for three months, trying their best to get time to see each other and failing most of the time. Jared's school and work schedule gets more insane the closer he gets to graduation and a vicious flu epidemic leaves Jensen's station understaffed for most of that time, but when they do meet it's easy and fun and laughs and sex, making it worth their while.

Jensen comes to Jared's graduation performance decked out in a tux and with a single red rose in his hand. He claps so much he's got bruises to show for it and at the reception Jared introduces him to his parents, pleased when his mother immediately takes Jensen under her wing.

Jared gets job offers from all over, but the one he finally decides to take is with The New York Ballet and it's not only because of Jensen. The New York Ballet has a good reputation, offers him good money, and he'll get to work with some of the dancers he's admired for years... Who's he kidding? It's totally for Jensen and totally worth it too.

The End