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[Polybigbang] Feel the Heat Coming Down | Part 2
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“Good morning, Jared,” Danneel says as sweetly as possible when she enters the bank on her first day.
He’s sitting in the same arm chair as the day before, with the same magazine in his hands, and the same slow and cautious glance at her. “Good morning, Sara.”
“How are you today?”
“I’m okay. And you?” he asks in return, though it seems stilted.
She wonders if she’d imagined how he’d taken the time to check her over yesterday. Still, she knows this job will take some time, and if Jared does, too, so be it. “I’m great. Have a good day,” she offers with a playful wave then heads to the back area to start working.
It’s a standard bank day that doesn’t call for much beyond her sifting through paperwork and signing off on account changes such as names and beneficiaries. During the afternoon shift change, she double-checks cash drawers and tries to avoid the looks coworkers give her when she counts the bills even faster than they do. It may not be under the most legitimate of circumstances, but she’s been handling money for half her life, and says so with a toothy grin. “Money is in my blood.”
One of the tellers chuckles while another nods and thanks her for checking her drawer.
The next morning, it’s almost startling to see Jared in the same chair, sitting with the same leg crossed over the other, and that same Time magazine in his grip. It makes her stutter to a stop, but she recovers quickly by giving him a warm look.
“Morning, Jared.”
“Morning, Sara,” he says without looking away from the open spread. It’s a story on the education system and lunch vouchers that makes Danneel frantically dig through her brain for a comment. He finally glances up, eyes narrowed. “Is there something you need?”
“Nope! Just checking what you’re reading,” she excuses away while flipping a finger at the magazine. “Smart man, well read, I bet you get your share of great dates.”
Jared licks the corner of his lip and his eyes drop to her waist then back up to her face. “Is this you offering?”
Danneel curls her shoulder in as she begins to turn, watching him from over her shoulder. “And what if I was?”
She leaves before he can answer, but she checks the lobby throughout the day and he’s almost always watching her.
The next morning, Jared must hear the steady click of her heels, because he murmurs, “Hello, Sara,” before she can open her mouth.
He sends her a quick look, then goes back to that stupid Time magazine again. She cocks her leg to the side and sets a hand on her hip. “You know, you’d probably be less obvious if you changed up your routine.”
Jared drops the magazine and watches her closely for a few, quiet moments. “Maybe I like reading?”
“The same magazine for four days?”
“You’re awfully observant.”
She has to be in her line of work, but she doesn’t need him to know that. “I try,” she says with a minor bow.
“You succeed.”
Here, she gets a tiny thrill to see his impressed smile, and she wonders how much more it’ll take to hook him.
She tests it a few hours later when an elderly woman comes in to access her safety deposit box. It’s the first box Danneel’s had to deal with in the three days she’s been here. Frank had said she would be fine using Jared in his absence, and in the meantime, they’re waiting a few more weeks to clear her for access to the keys without assistance.
So she summons Jared to unlock the drawer where the master keys are kept. He does it while crowding her personal space - not too close, but enough and with a smooth smile that tells her he’s meaning to do it. She not-so-subtly licks her lips when he stands up again and hands her the master set with Mrs. Hooples’ box key.
“Thank you, Jared,” Danneel says, overly kind.
“You’re welcome, Sara,” he returns much the same way.
“Good news, bad news,” Danneel declares when she returns to the hotel room after her shift.
Jensen rolls on the bed to his side and watches her lean on the dresser while gracefully undoing her strappy heels then take out her earrings and her hair from the purposely messy bun at the nape of her neck. She’s talking about the safety deposit boxes, and it’s important, he knows it is. He really should be listening and not daydreaming about leading a straight life where she comes home from her office job and undresses by routine while he listens about her day.
She’s suddenly kneeling on the mattress, right next to him, and flicking his forehead. “Are you even listening?”
He decides to be completely honest. “You’re just really adorable as a worker bee.” He plucks a button on her silk blouse and drags his finger down the rest of them, then over the seam of her pencil skirt. “With the silky shirts and the cute li’l tight skirts.”
“Jensen,” she says firmly, closing her hand around his when he touches her bare knee. “I said that the keys are locked away and my only legitimate chance to get them free is to get the main one from the manager or the security guard.”
With the way Danneel’s eyes are soft and staring right into his, he doesn’t trust her plans for how she’ll do that. “And how will you do that?” he asks anyway, because he’s a glutton for punishment.
She makes an aborted shrug. It’s a well, ya know kind of movement and he realizes he trusts how she’ll do it; he just doesn’t like that she has to.
“What’s the story with the manager?”
“High end of his forties maybe, a little lame and awkward. And married, but definitely very interested in my legs.”
Jensen considers it and while it could be an easy mark, he’s not liking the image of her sleeping with the manager when there’s the potential for an angry wife added to the mix. They don’t need complications; their life is fucked up enough as it is. “What about the security guard?”
It’s not too obvious how she shifts and her face softens, but Jensen knows her better than anyone. “Early thirties, tall, muscular, flirty on occasion.”
“He’s good-looking,” he says more than asks.
Still, she answers, “He’s not hard on the eyes.”
Jensen doesn’t really like this idea any better than the manager and flops to his back with a sigh. He can tell that Danneel wouldn’t mind cozying up to the security guard, that it would be only a minor inconvenience. It instantly makes Jensen’s lungs tighten up and his heart pump a little faster. He hates this part.
“I don’t like the security guard.”
Danneel snorts. “You don’t even know him.”
“I don’t know the manager either, but he’s sounding like a better candidate right now.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re not getting wet at the idea,” Jensen complains.
She laughs derisively. “Of course I’m not. I don’t want to sleep with either of them. But I might have to for the key.”
“Yeah, but you don’t sound too disappointed about the security guard.” He doesn’t mean to pout, but he knows he has and that Danneel is now sadly smiling at him for it.
She slides down beside him, ringing her arm around his waist and setting her head on his shoulder. “Oh, baby, I promise I’ll think of you the whole time.”
Jensen rolls on top of her, loving how she instantly shifts beneath him so that their bodies rub together. “You said he was tall.”
Danneel slides her fingers into the opening of his henley, moving fabric to the side so she can kiss his collarbone. “Mmhmm.”
Her fingers are dragging across the dip in his neck, and he knows that she knows it’s his sweet spot. She’s trying to distract him, and he isn’t letting that happen. Well, only a little, as he manages to ask, “Is he taller than me?”
She sucks a mark over his pulse and lets go with a smack. “Only a little.”
It’s a war of his jealousy and disappointment versus the instant arousal of Danneel’s lips dragging along the column of his throat. “What’s he look like?”
They spend the next hour with Danneel sliding her hands and mouth along his body as she details what the security guard looks like in comparison to Jensen. He’s utterly distracted when she sucks his dick into the deep heat of her mouth, but he’s also ridiculously turned on when she talks about what she imagines the guy’s dick would look like.
It’s the highlight of his day. Not only because it’s Danneel and everything is better with her, but because everything spins out of control late that night when Jensen takes a call on his cell phone with Sheppard on the other end.
“Jensen, my man, how are tricks?”
“They’re tricky,” he replies tightly as he slips out of the motel room so Danneel can keep sleeping. And more so that she doesn’t hear the conversation at all.
“Hmm, I would imagine. Seeing as it’s been far too long since we’ve last talked. Have you secured the paperwork yet?”
“Not yet,” he answers slowly.
“And why haven’t you secured the paperwork yet?”
“Well, we’ve got something on-”
“Jensen,” Sheppard says curtly. “Need I remind you that you stole something very precious and very expensive from me? There are a hundred ways I could punish you for such a thing.”
Jensen gulps, then scrubs the back of his head as he tries to come up with a good response.
“Stealing a few pieces of paper should be the easiest. One would think, yes?”
“We’re working on it.”
“Work faster, or else my friend and I will be forced to step in,” Sheppard barks. Jensen’s about to insist that they will when Sheppard brightly says, “Very good then. Jensen, do say hello to your lovely gal for me.”
Jensen’s left staring at his phone and knows he has to tell Danneel to step it up at the bank.
Frank walks Danneel out from the back of the bank as the place is closing. He’s smiling and going on about how well she’s working out. She goes along with it, smiling broadly and nodding to his compliment, especially when he says she’s well past the grace period and they’ll start adding more responsibilities to her plate. Though she stalls for a moment when he suggests they celebrate with a drink tonight.
“Oh, I would love to, Frank,” she insists with a hand on his arm. “But I’m sure Margaret would be sad to not have you home to share her roast.” His eyes bug out and she wants to laugh at him; at lunch, she’d overheard him raving about it to their coworkers. “But some other time, I’m sure.”
Frank gives her an awkward smile. “Yes, surely, another time.”
She waves him off at the front door then finds Jared standing about ten feet away, watching her like he’s trying to figure something out.
“Do you need something, Jared?”
He shakes his head and steps closer. “Naw, I don’t. Was just wondering a few things.”
Jared is close enough that Danneel has to tip her head up and she purposely, slightly, shifts her shoulders so her breasts are in better view along with her cleavage down the opening of her blouse. “Wondering what now?”
“When you’re gonna put Frank out of his misery. The man has it hard for you.”
Danneel chuckles and looks out the glass doors where Frank had gone. “I’m well aware how hard he has it.”
Jared’s eyes flick down to her chest and she mentally fist pumps. “So you’re just gonna torture him all this while?”
“I’m not that evil,” she says with a long look. “Frank’s nice and all, but he certainly isn’t the only guy around town.” Jared snorts and glances out the door as well. Danneel quickly grabs the chance staring her in the face and says, “Maybe you could take me out for a celebratory drink.”
“What’re we celebrating? You surviving two weeks at a job? Sounds kinda light.”
She feels tension creep up her spine. After two weeks at the bank, Jared is still looking at her in all the right ways, and their flirting hasn’t slowed down. But his words now feel hard, and they’re confusing when juxtaposed with all of his long gazes and other comments. “How about an ‘I’m new to town and am finally making a friend in the security guard’ kind of drink?”
Jared seems interested in that, making a playful face. “Oh, we’re friends?”
“I know I’d like to be.” She lightly rubs over his arm then squeezes. “But I’m not gonna beg you. Have a good night, Jared.”
As she turns and pulls her arm away, his hand wraps around her wrist and tugs for attention. “Have you been to Otto’s yet?”
Her pulse kicks up and she’s not certain if it’s in finally winning him over or the warm feel of his hand around her wrist. Or even the intensity in his eyes. Jared must know how she’s reacting because he strokes fingers on her pulse point and smiles. “I haven’t,” she finally answers.
He releases her hand and steps around her to the door. “See you there in thirty?”
“Yes, sir,” she says with a saucy sort of salute.
She’s vibrating with excitement and confidence on finally getting close to Jared, to those damn keys, and the stupid safety deposit boxes.
Jensen, however, is not very happy when she rushes through the hotel to change from professional banker to bar girl. It’s obvious with the angle of his brow and the hard set in his gaze as she tugs up a pair of extremely tight jeans, fastens her skimpiest of bras, and slips on a flimsy black, silk camisole.
It’s also obvious that her outfit is turning him on. As she finger-combs her wavy hair, Jensen steps up behind her and sets his hands on her hips, which are easily bared with every movement of her shirt. “Do you really have to go?” he asks against her shoulder.
She glances at him in the mirror and lightly shakes her head. “Do you really want the papers in the box?”
“Just drinks?”
Danneel turns in his arms and rings hers around his neck, pushing her body against him and making him hum and tightly pull her closer. “No promises,” she says firmly then kisses him.
A long while ago, Jensen had reluctantly said that to her when she was not looking forward to him seducing a fifty-something widower to get to an original piece of art that gave them one of their first large paydays. Since then, they’ve repeated it to one another, because so much of their life is improvising.
He’s not entirely satisfied, but accepts it with a quick kiss. “Just keep me in the loop.”
And she does, sending him a text when she arrives and another after two hours when she’s beginning to feel loose and like she’ll have Jared wrapped around her finger in no time.
Next to her at the bar, Jared’s relaxed in a tight v-neck shirt that looks more designer than something out of a pack of three undershirts at the local catch-all department store. His jeans and boots also say a lot for the effort he’s putting in tonight. Shit, his easy smiles and long looks across her face and body have said more than enough.
“I’m really glad we did this,” Danneel says warmly, leaning in to run her fingers across his forearm.
“Is your boyfriend glad we did?”
She pauses for only a moment before biting her lower lip, drawing Jared’s attention to her mouth. “What boyfriend?”
“The guy you stay at the motel with?”
Danneel pokes his forearm with her index finger. “You, Jared, are awfully observant.”
“It’s part of the job.”
“And you’re so good at it,” she flirts, before insisting, “He’s just a friend. I am a free woman, only looking at you tonight.”
Jared considers her, taking his time as she keeps watching right back.
“You want a shot?” Danneel asks with a bright smile, turning towards the bartender working down the bar. “I want a shot.”
They’ve already had a few drinks – and Jared a shot of whiskey – to start the night. She’s certain that at his size, he’s more than capable of handling his liquor, and she knows it’ll take another few to wear him down.
It does, but the drinks make her loose as well. After he takes two more shots and another beer and she asks if he wants another one, he shakes his head and moves in close. His arm rests on the back of her stool, the other at her knee. She’s surprised yet satisfied, because for all their flirting, he’d been keeping some distance, and now there’s none between them as he talks so closely that they’re sharing the same air.
“I think, what I really want is to stop drinking, and stop thinking.”
Danneel goes warm at the heat in his voice, his closeness, and most of all at finally breaking him down. She rests her hand over his at her knee, fingers coasting the side of his thumb. “What did you have in mind?”
“Like you don’t already have a plan?”
She laughs; she so did, yet it sounds foolish to hear him say so. Still, she forges on, leaning impossibly closer. “Maybe we can go somewhere to stop drinking and thinking together.”
Minutes later, they’ve settled the bill and are each in their cars with Danneel following Jared to his place. On the way, she texts Jensen 99, their signal that they’re going to a target’s home, and gets a quick be safe in reply. She feels a pang of guilt, but she knows it’s part of the game, and all else goes out the window once she’s inside Jared’s near-empty apartment. It’s not decorated, just has a couch, chair, and TV in the living room, but that doesn’t really matter because as she’s trying to pay him a compliment for the minimalism, he pulls her against his body and kisses her. It’s shocking when he kisses hard and fierce, like he needs her right now, no questions asked.
Her blood is on fire with the intensity, and it’s worse when he runs his hands down her back, over her ass, and to her thighs then tugs her up into his arms with her legs wrapping around his waist. Or maybe it’s better, this ferocious power to just take her right to his bedroom and set her down on the bed is mesmerizing.
Danneel knows she’s flushed all over, can feel heat spreading everywhere, most of all between her legs as she can’t wait for him to get his hands on her. That should be troubling, and it is a bit, she begins to realize. For fifteen years, no one has fired her up like Jensen does, but Jared is doing a damned good job now with his wide palms running up her legs, over her hips, and under her shirt to push it up as he lays down between her legs and nuzzles her belly. His mouth travels up and he sucks at her nipple through the thin lace of her bra.
She arches up against him with a moan and threads her fingers through his hair. She tugs on the hair and moans louder when he moves to the other breast and presses his hips into her. He takes his time to lick her nipple to full hardness then lightly bite it, only to flick his tongue over it again and again. She can’t stop moaning and pushing up against him while pressing his face down to her.
He’s hard, very hard in the soft denim of his jeans, and she’s getting wet, she just knows it. She can’t slow herself down as she sits up and yanks his shirt off to turn attention on him. She kisses across his chest, licks at his nipples, too, and then tugs at his belt to bring him back down on her.
“What do you want, Jared?” she asks, voice low and dark.
He looks down her body and sucks at her collarbone. “Want your body, wanna just take you.”
She chuckles and runs her hands over his shoulders as he presses his hips into her again. “And I want you to.”
“Been watching you for weeks, and you’re such a tease, Jesus.”
Danneel brings her hand down between them to palm his dick through his jeans. “I’m not teasing now, Jared.”
It’s like flipping a switch, because suddenly, he’s ravenous in the way he’s undressing her, yanking her jeans and shoes off, the bra and underwear away, kissing all of her newly bare skin as he goes. He undresses quickly, too, then settles between her legs and kisses down her belly until he’s licking up her clit and sucking. Danneel twists in a fit on the bed as he mouths at her pussy and pushes his tongue inside her, and she’s shaking with how good it feels. She’s not faking, like all the other times she’s in this position with a target. Jared is making her tremble from head to toe as he sucks at her clit and reaches up to play with her nipple.
Jared pulls her hips up for a better angle and gets right back into it, flattening his tongue against her pussy, stroking her clit. She can’t stop all the crazed noises coming out of her chest and throat, cut-off howls and shrieks, but he’s taking it all and giving it to her at the same time.
Before she can stop it, her orgasm is coming and she groans through the pulsing of her pussy, even as Jared keeps licking her until she whines and pushes him away.
Breathing heavily, she feels completely boneless and is sure she can’t move. Jared must sense it because he rests back on the bed and pulls her with him, rolling until she’s on top. She lies against his chest, slowly kissing him, and he swiftly gets a condom on and pushes into her. She tenses with the sudden realization that he is inside her and his dick is really, really big. When she whimpers, he smirks.
“You still with me?” he asks.
Danneel rises with her hands on either side of his head and her hair flowing down between them. He pushes it over her shoulder and holds her neck, his other hand on her hip. She bites her lower lip, logging how his eyes glaze over and he licks his own lips. A smiles and a nod, and she clenches around him. “Give it to me.”
Jared guides her by the hand on her hip as he withdraws then pushes back into her. He sets a steady pace, punching the air out of her lungs in tiny whimpers.
She feels completely full each time he slides in. She’s so slick and he’s hitting her so hard that she moans every time he does. He gets faster, tugging her hips down, shoving his up with his feet planted on the bed, and Danneel digs her fingers into the sheets and gladly takes it, muttering nonsense that sounds painful to her own ears. It is a little bit, but she can’t deny it’s exhilarating to be rightly fucked. Especially after years and years of Jensen, who knows all the tricks, and maybe sometimes it seems too easy between them, knowing all their hot spots and going for them immediately. Jared is not easy; he is working hard at earning a second orgasm, and that’s good in Danneel’s book.
She rides the resurgence of lust as he fucks her hard and fast. The noises of him sliding easily in and out of her is obscene, but it only reminds her of how hard he made her came earlier. Makes it known how wet and hot he makes her. She gladly lets him pound into her as he grunts and groans, and keeps watching his face twist with pleasure.
Jared’s rhythm begins to falter and Danneel can feel her orgasm creeping up again. “C’mon, fuck me,” Danneel pants. “Fuck me, Jared.”
“You gonna come?” He smiles and grips her hips harder. “I’m gonna make you come again?”
She moans and drops her head as he speeds up again. “God yes, you’re so fucking big, so hard.”
He quickens at her words, and she takes it with breathy whining as she comes and shakes. He continues to fuck her until he’s pulling her down tightly and coming as well.
Danneel drops down on Jared and he strokes his hands up her back, happily sighing. She smiles against his neck before rolling to the side while he moves off the bed and hits the bathroom, the door only partly open.
His absence gives her chance to hunt around for his work keys. First, she checks the key ring in his jeans, but it’s just car and apartment keys. Next, she slides things around the top of the room’s lone dresser. There are crumpled receipts, random slips of paper, gum wrappers, and plenty of other crap that aren’t the keys. She checks the dresser drawers, shuffling clothes around, until she hears the bathroom sink running and she figures he’s done and about to show up again.
She slips back into bed and when he returns with his eyes still dark and wanting, she seductively stretches, legs sliding together and arms above her head. He leans over her then rubs his lips along her collarbone. His hand runs over her hip and lower until he can reach between her legs. His fingers slide in her wetness, easily going back and forth, and he looks at her with a glint in his eyes.
“You up for a third round?”
Her nerves feel raw, but dammit, her legs are already widening and her pulse beats hard through her body, right into her pussy. She licks her lips and he kisses her hard, tongue searching deep into her mouth. When he lets up and allows her to control the kiss, she mumbles against his mouth, “Can’t hurt to try.”
Woken from a hard sleep, Jensen is aware of Danneel coming back into the hotel room. He’s fuzzy about it, but he knows she's gone straight to the bathroom, so he settles back under the comforter, waiting for her to come to bed before he asks how it’d gone.
The shower starts and he now knows how it went. Danneel and the security guard definitely had sex, and now she’s in there cleaning it off her skin. His mouth suddenly tastes sour, bile rising in the back of his throat. He rolls out of bed and rushes into the bathroom because he’s certain he’s about to empty his stomach. He doesn’t, but he does scare her with his quick entry. He smiles a little at that.
“Jesus, Jensen!” she shrieks. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was,” he mumbles. He quickly fills a glass with water and gulps to wash away the bitterness on his tongue. He leans back on the counter and stares at the shower curtain, even if the thick, cream fabric doesn’t let him see much of her. She’s just a cloudy mass moving around. “So, it went okay?” he manages to ask quite levelly.
“It was fine.”
After a rough swallow, Jensen dares to ask, “Did you?”
She pauses then says, “Yes, we did.”
“And how was it?”
“Average.”
There’s a strange sense of being satisfied she’s said so, but also wondering if it really was. He decides to get back to what’s gotten them here in the first place: “Did you get the key?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“It wasn’t there?”
“I don’t know,” she complains. “I tried looking but my snooping was only cute for a few minutes, then he thought I was just deranged.”
Jensen snorts. “You are deranged.”
“Jared doesn’t have to know that.” The water stops and she slips a hand around the shower curtain, fingers grabbing thin air. “Can you hand me a towel?”
He’s still half asleep, useless and groggy before coffee, especially when woken at four in the morning. It takes him a few seconds to move, but once he’s got the towel in his hands, he clenches the terry cloth and thinks. Jared. They’re on a first name basis.
“Jensen,” she insists, fingers wiggling again.
Jensen grabs the curtain and slowly pulls it back so he can look at her. “You called him by his first name.” She looks guilty, but that’s not the real issue now. Her skin is littered with fresh bite marks and Jesus, her nipples are extremely red like someone latched onto them for hours on end. Jensen feels a fire flare in his gut. “Oh, yeah,” he says sharply. “Looks like a real average time.”
Danneel scowls, snaps the towel from his hands, and wraps it around her body, covering up most of the marks. “Stop.”
He watches as she moves to the bathroom counter, twists her hair up into a messy, wet bun, and coats her skin in that fancy lotion that smells like cherries and vanilla all at once. He catalogs the few marks he can still see outside of the towel: on the side of her neck, across her collarbone, just behind her ear.
“Did he hurt you?”
Immediately, her eyes meet his in the mirror and she looks mortified that he asked. “No, he didn’t.”
“It looks like he might have.”
“He didn’t.”
He’s so petty and bitter right now, and he knows it, but he still can’t help the rapid-fire questions like a petulant ten year old, oddly thankful that she responds just as quickly. “So you liked it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Well, did you?”
“No, it was just part of the job,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
“What kind of job?”
“What?”
“Like a hand job? Or a blow job?”
“No,” she sighs.
“Neither?”
She makes a face and rolls her eyes, again, turning back to the mirror. “My hand may have touched his dick, yes.”
“How many orgasms did you have?”
“Three.”
“Oh, my God,” he shouts, and she instantly cringes. “Three? In one night?”
“Jensen,” she pleads. Even wraps her arms around his waist with a pitiful frown, and he lets her because, shit, it’s Danneel and he’s loved her most of his life. “You didn’t hear me complain when you had that threesome with the Delaney brothers.”
“You did complain,” he reminds her. Because she had whined her way through breakfast that next morning.
“Well, not much.”
“You were pissed that I didn’t invite you along.”
“Of course I was,” she admits with a groan. “Two hot guys and my even hotter boyfriend? I wanted to watch you.”
Jensen mutters, “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“No, I’m not.” She shuffles even closer and nips his bottom lip. “You’re very hot when you’re turned on and taking it in the ass.”
With a flashback to that night, along with Danneel’s’ words, he does feel a little better; the shift in focus helps, as does the reminder that they both do sketchy things to get through a job. His night with the Delaney brothers had been pretty stellar for sex that didn’t involve Danneel. So maybe he can chalk up her night with the security guard the same way.
“He really gave you three orgasms?” Jensen whines anyway.
“Stop being jealous.” And with that she pushes him aside and goes back into the main room, tugging on sleep clothes and getting into bed.
He joins her and she immediately sidles up next to him, head on his shoulder and hand on his chest. Jensen holds her hand and squeezes lightly when she kisses his jaw.
“We didn’t cuddle,” she mumbles. “If that helps.”
“A little.”
“I only cuddle my man,” she insists, wrapping her arm tightly around his waist. “No need to be jealous.”
Jensen frowns at himself and figures it’d be good to listen to her, to trust her to get the job done, but as he lies awake, he’s unable to stop his mind from flipping over any possible visual of Danneel and Jared he can create.
It’s no better when Danneel’s off to work, dropping a kiss on the top of his head while he sips coffee at the dinette table and they both pretend the early morning hours didn’t happen. It’s kind of their thing, and it’s always worked just fine, but Jensen can feel his jealousy gnawing at him.
His nervous energy gets him away from the hotel for the day. He roams town and checks out a local BBQ joint that doesn’t do Texas justice, but he’s learned to be disappointed when far from home. There are a few hours wasted at driving range, striking little white balls as far as he can, burning his anger with every swing. And then a stop at a trendy Western bar to wind down.
Halfway into his second beer, his phone rings with a number he really wishes he didn’t recognize. “Yes, sir?” he answers sarcastically.
“Jensen, my boy!” Sheppard crows. Sadly, his calls have been more frequent as more time has passed. “Are things swimming yet? Or are you ready to sink?”
“We’re getting there.”
“Get there faster.”
Jensen sighs. He’s rather tired of the nagging. “We’ll get there when we get there.”
“Jensen,” Sheppard says slowly, menacingly. “If you don’t get there quite soon, you’ll have my dogs to answer to.”
“What? Like a shitzu? Terrier?”
Sheppard grits out, “Get it done. Or else.”
With that, the call is over.
Jensen knows he should head back to the hotel; Danneel’s shift is over and she’ll be there soon and they have to talk this through, get a faster game plan into place. He’ll finish off this last beer then return to his girl, see what her follow-up is for getting the keys, if it’ll take a few more dates with Jared to get them or what.
With his phone to his ear, he’s listening to monotonous ringing before she picks up. A rather tall, wide-shouldered man sits down a few stools away and gives Jensen an odd look that Jensen shakes off. Except then the bartender is now calling the man Jared, asking him how his date was last night, and Jensen … he loses all manner of words when Danneel picks up.
“Hey, baby,” she says warmly. When Jensen doesn’t answer, just keeps staring at this man who is the one that marked his girlfriend up and gave her three orgasms, Danneel prompts him. “Baby? You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he finally says.
“You sure? You sound funny.”
Jensen shifts so he’s not obviously staring at Jared, because the man seems to have picked up on it and is watching Jensen right back. “Uh, yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine.”
“Where are you at? I just got back to the room.”
He cannot tell her where he is, because he knows she’ll offer to meet him for a drink and dinner, and that is not going to happen with Jared here as well. On the other hand, he doesn’t want to leave. He wants to hang out and wait for Jared to head home, follow the guy back to his place, and scope it out. Maybe Jensen can get his hands on those keys while Jared’s at work or when Danneel meets Jared out for another date.
His mind is spinning so fast with possibilities that he misses her calling his name repeatedly until she snaps, “You’re worrying me.”
“I’m fine,” he insists, trying for warm and easy. “I’m perfectly good. Just stopped off for some errands. Any luck with the boxes today?”
She tsks, sounding madder at herself than anything. “No, they actually had me doing work. Like copying and shit. It was boring.”
Jensen chuckles. “Welcome to the real world, sweetheart.”
There’s shuffling on the other end. She’s probably undressing and that is something Jensen is definitely interested in. “You wanna bring dinner home for us?”
There’s no easy answer. Either way, he can’t tell Danneel that his whole day started because he’s jealous of Jared. Who is again staring at Jensen. “I might be a little longer. You go ahead and eat without me.”
“If you’re sure?”
“I am.”
“What kind of errands?” she asks.
He knows she’s just curious, can tell in her tone of voice, but he still fights for a good enough lie. “Just tying up some loose strings for Matt.”
“You finally talked to Matt?”
Jensen cringes. Bad choice of lies. They haven’t heard Matt’s voice since he last set them up to hock the Maserati; it’s been all missed calls, texts, and emails since then. “About Matt,” he corrects. “I’m just checking a few things.”
She seems interested in that, asking, “Oh, did you find anything?”
“Not yet, but I’ve got a lead.” Jensen’s going to ignore how he’s staring at Jared again, turning green at the visual of this tall, muscular, ridiculously good-looking guy getting his girlfriend to come three times in a night.
He’s also going to ignore how he’s already reducing Jared to the fuckable portion of his brain. Maybe Jared is a wizard who commands people’s hormones.
Jared’s face flickers with a quick, daring smirk before he wraps his thin lips around the lip of his beer bottle. It’s like Jared can read his mind when he tips his head back and swallows. Jared’s throat is on display with his muscles working through the beer, and Jensen knows his dick is paying attention.
Jensen looks down at the bar top and lightly knocks a fist against his forehead to stop thinking like this. He’s not attracted to Jared, dammit. He’s fucking jealous that Jared fucked Danneel three times in the span of a few hours.
“Jensen?” Danneel asks, and he snaps himself out of the delirious thinking.
“Yeah, sorry. A little distracted. Gotta get my head back in the game.” He laughs uncomfortably and hopes she doesn’t pick up on that. “So I’mma let you go for now, baby. Don’t wait up for me.”
He hangs up quickly and orders another bar, chugging a third of it before he takes a long moment to breathe deeply, calmly. His phone beeps and it’s Danneel texting him.
You’re the deranged one.
Jensen smiles at the message, imagining the teasing look she’s likely giving her own phone. Learned from the best he replies.
As he finishes his beer, he’s well aware that Jared keeps glancing over, but the guy is also conversing with the bartender, hands just as animated as his smooth, tan face.
Jensen hates himself right now, that’s for sure. Especially when he’s done with his beer and knows he should leave to just put an end to it all, but is actually drawn by Jared settling his bill and heading out the door.
He lets a few moments pass then heads out to his own car and, with some distance between them, he follows Jared back to a four-story, red brick, walk-up apartment building in the middle of the suburb’s downtown. He waits until Jared’s already inside and casually takes the sidewalk to the front door then quietly slips inside. He looks around the lobby, at the mailboxes, and up the stairs as he keeps his ears open to how many flights of stairs Jared takes.
It’s just one; Jared lives on the second floor, and Jensen can even tell he’s the second door on the right judging by how far his booted footsteps go.
The rest of the evening is uneventful and he acts like everything is ordinary and right in the world when Danneel asks what he’s been up to all day. He will never tell her that he’d spent the day stewing in jealousy, that he came eye-to-eye with Jared at the bar, or that he followed Jared to his apartment. He’s got a plan that she doesn’t need to know just yet.
He’s a good planner, sets up most of their jobs, so there’s no real worry about picking the lock into Jared’s apartment the next day. Jared and Danneel are gone all day at work this Saturday, and Jensen’s standing in the middle of Jared’s empty apartment. Well, there are a few pieces of furniture, but otherwise, it’s really bare, and Jensen gets an odd feeling from it.
It doesn’t take him long to search through the drawers (filled with neatly folded shirts, jeans, and underwear), the kitchen (with the plainest white dishes Jensen’s ever seen), or even the bathroom (stocked with travel size items from various hotels).
The bed looks pretty generic, except Jensen starts to see red as he thinks about Danneel in it. No he snaps at himself; he has a real point in being here. Find something incriminating, something juicy enough that Danneel can blackmail him into turning the keys over for.
Jensen keeps on searching, uncovering a dozen fast food receipts, another dozen slips of paper with names and numbers (female and male), and a gun in the top drawer of the nightstand.
“Whoa,” Jensen mutters as he reaches into the drawer and pulls the gun out. He weighs it in his hand, considers the grip of the pistol. Jensen and Danneel own a few guns for protection, but they’ve managed this long to avoid using them with any real harm. They’re mostly just for show.
Maybe Jared has it for the same reason, to protect his home and his belongings. Then Jensen glances around and realizes Jared doesn’t really have belongings. Another glance at the nightstand shows Jensen that there’s another holster that’s empty, and beneath that is a picture of Danneel sitting at an outdoor cafe.
By the looks of the place and her clothing, it’s the morning Sheppard and Pellegrino had ambushed them into this job. Jensen’s bad feeling gets even worse when he thinks about them targeting Danneel.
So Jared is Sheppard’s watchdog sent here to keep an eye on them and make sure they get the papers? Or maybe even to make sure they don’t, given how hard it’s been for Danneel to get a finger on the key ring even when she legitimately needs them at work.
He needs to stop this, cut Jared off at the knees, grab the keys, and keep him away from Danneel so she can just do her thing.
And now Jared is returning home, heard from the front walkway as he offers a friendly hello to a guy who must be the building’s maintenance man, currently fixing one of the decorative lamps along the sidewalk. Jensen rushes to the bedroom window and looks down to see Jared moving closer to the front door. Jared chuckles at something the maintenance man says then gets inside before Jensen can blink.
Jensen checks his watch and curses himself; it’s nearly three and the bank closes early on Saturdays.
“Fucking shit,” he mutters as he slams the nightstand drawer shut then makes an aborted move out of the bedroom. He rushes back to put the gun back into the drawer, right anything else that is out of place, even goes so far as to mess up all the papers on the nearby dresser than Jensen had previously sorted through, then hurries out of the apartment.
He takes a deep breath and turns, assuring himself he’s okay, and four steps later he comes face to face with Jared.
“Hi, sorry!” Jensen insists as he puts his hands up and they land on Jared’s chest. His firm, warm chest. Jensen immediately pulls his hands away with an awkward smile. “Sorry about that.”
Jared smirks, unfazed by the run-in. Amused, really. “Can I help you?”
Jensen quickly fishes a name from his memory of the mailboxes downstairs. “I was just looking for Ms. Lee.” He points behind himself, one door down from Jared, and frowns. “I guess she’s not there.”
“Yeah, I’d say you’re probably right.” Jared is still looking at Jensen like he’s entertained by this whole charade. It’s disarming, really, especially when Jared shifts and points from where he came. “Especially since she lives down there.”
With a quick chuckle, Jensen smacks his forehead. “You are so right! I got all turned around when I got up here. Thank you, thank you very much.”
Jared gives him a dark look, bordering on suspicious and interested. He was shooting Jensen similar glances at the bar, and that’s something to remember. “You sure that’s why you’re here?”
Biting his lower lip, Jensen decides to just turn it on. He’s got to get Jared off his own plan with Danneel, keep her off his mind, and what better way than the Ackles charm? “Actually, I saw you at the bar last night.”
“Is that so?”
“And I know you saw me.”
Jared checks Jensen from head to toe and back up again. “Are you following me?”
With a heated look, Jensen insists, “I just couldn’t help myself.”
Another long, assessing look, and Jared puts his hand out with a sharp smile. “I’m Jared.”
“Dean. Dean Winchester,” Jensen replies and forces the handshake a bit longer than it needs to. When Jared’s hand slows and he seems startled for a moment, Jensen rubs his thumb along the back of Jared’s hand. He moves it across the knuckles and nods thoughtfully. “You’ve got good hands.”
“Thanks, Dean.”
Jensen shrugs, getting cocky to reel him in. “But I’m sure you hear compliments like that all the time.”
“Not all the time,” Jared laughs.
“Nonsense!” Jensen reaches for Jared’s bicep, feeling for the muscles as he hums. And shit, even if he weren’t playing it up, he’d likely hum anyway, because Jared’s arms are hard and ripped. “Hot guy like you with guns like these? Gotta have girls all over you.”
Jared flexes his arm and Jensen knows they’re really getting somewhere when Jared says, “And some guys.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Jared’s eyebrows flicker up in question and Jensen smirks at him, hopes his own lifted eyebrow convinces him enough. “You wanna come in for a drink?”
He knows for certain there is not an ounce of liquid in that place other than tap water. Still, he’s the one in control, and he can’t maintain control if he walks away right now. “I would love that.”
Once inside, Jared heads straight to the kitchen with Jensen following. He cracks a joke about just moving in a few weeks ago. “I don’t have the place set up yet, pardon the mess,” he requests with a playful smile.
He’s feeding Jensen some story about moving from Texas, looking for a new start, and finding himself walking up and down all the downtown streets until someone took him in. Jensen’s only half paying attention at first; when Jared turns to the freezer for a bottle of whiskey, he texts Danneel 99 and only cringes for a second when she replies With who?!
The phone is back in his pocket by the time Jared turns around with two short tumblers half-full with liquor. They tip the glasses together and as Jared sips carefully, Jensen shoots half of it back, swallowing then purposely making a show of licking his lips.
“Mr. Winchester,” Jared says lightly. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Jensen puts his glass down on the counter and looks right into Jared’s eyes. “Why, Jared, would you like me to seduce you?”
Jared’s mouth drops open like he’s considering his reply, but Jensen doesn’t give him a chance. He grabs the middle of Jared’s shirt, cotton balling in his tight fist, and hauls him in to kiss him. In seconds, he’s plunging his tongue into Jared’s mouth, twirling their tongues together, swallowing his moans, and then pushing up against him and right into the counter. Jared makes a needy noise and Jensen has no plans to stop now; he’s getting hard himself, anyway, and he’ll take what he can from Jared.
With quick hands, Jared touches Jensen’s sides, his back, his shoulders then grabs Jensen’s ass to keep their bodies together real tight. Jensen finds himself moaning into Jared’s mouth just as much now with their groins pressed together, with Jared’s big hands all over his ass and fingers grabbing roughly to rub their dicks against one another.
Jensen shifts back and palms Jared’s dick, massages him through denim and grinds against Jared’s leg while he’s at it, just to show him how turned on he is.
“Mmm, maybe we should …” Jared murmurs between kisses, all breathy and messed up.
Jensen shushes him with a finger on his lips. He winks then sinks to his knees and flips Jared’s belt and jeans open. He pulls Jared’s dick out, letting it weigh his palm down with the thickness of it. Jensen tugs experimentally a few times and precome dribbles out. His mouth waters and he gets dizzy with the heated smell of Jared’s scent, more so when he licks the head of Jared’s dick and lets the precome soak his taste buds. Propelled by Jared’s strangled voice begging for more, Jensen takes him into his mouth and hollows out his cheeks as he slides his lips down the shaft until he’s full.
It’s been awhile since he’s done this, but it’s not like he doesn’t remember. He’d fucked the Delaney brothers for hours, trading blow jobs over and over, smiling whenever one of them thumbed at his slick, full lips. He’d enjoyed every second of it, and he’s certain he’ll enjoy this just as much, if not more.
Jensen goes on sucking Jared down as far as he can go, letting Jared’s dick bump the opening to this throat, and licking his way right back up to the tip. He tongues at a vein on the underside, around the head, and laves all across the shaft before swallowing Jared back down again, and again, and again.
Suddenly, Jared’s hands are fitful over Jensen’s head until he grabs the longest pieces on top and yanks Jensen off. Jensen looks up, purposely biting his spit-slick lips, and squeezes Jared’s thighs. Then he smiles because Jared’s cheeks are beet red. Jared looks wrecked and lazy eyed, heaving for air.
“C’mere,” Jared mutters and hauls Jensen back up to his feet. As they fight through a hard kiss, Jared leads them to the bedroom, but Jensen can’t do that, not with the knowledge that Jared took Danneel to that bed. Jensen fights him towards the living room, and it becomes playful as they yank and tug at clothes, trying to undress and move in their own directions while taking over each other’s mouths.
Finally, Jared shoves Jensen into the living room. As Jensen stumbles, he bends over the arm of the couch and Jared is draped over his back in seconds. His hands roam Jensen’s chest and he kisses up Jensen’s spine while rutting against Jensen’s ass.
Jensen arches up with a groan, gets his hands on the arm and back of the couch and widens his legs to keep his balance while rocking back against Jared’s body
“Wanna fuck you,” he whispers in Jensen’s ear.
“Gonna do it good?” Jensen challenges.
“You’re gonna hurt tomorrow,” he hisses. Then he nearly tears Jensen’s jeans open and down with his underwear before licking his thumb and pushing it up against Jensen’s asshole.
“I will if you don’t lube it up.”
Jared chuckles darkly then tugs Jensen’s earlobe into his mouth, sucking hard enough to distract Jensen from the thumb now planted inside. “You don’t like that?”
Jensen curses at the tease in Jared’s voice, because shit, if this is how he played with Danneel, now he sees how she came three times. He’s ready to come just from an immobile thumb in his ass and the heated voice in his ear.
“I’d really like to feel you all slick inside me,” Jensen says with a quick glance over his shoulder.
Jared slowly smiles, as if that’s the best thing he’s ever heard. Maybe it is; Jared smacks his ass as he pulls his thumb out then goes into the bedroom, returning with lube and a condom. All the while, Jensen has watched how Jared moves without care for his dick loose from his pants, that long shaft bouncing and taunting Jensen.
It’s gonna hurt, Jensen knows it will, but he forgets that when Jared helps Jensen out of his jeans, slips a lubed finger inside, and brings his other hand around to slowly stroke Jensen. Jared’s hand fully surrounds Jensen’s dick, expertly twists up and down, and Jensen’s skin tingles.
Jensen can only keep himself balanced by the hard press of Jared’s fingers inside, a quick second finger now joining the first and stretching him out. “Oh, fuck, you have really good hands,” he pants out.
Jared licks up the column of Jensen’s throat then bites at his ear again. “I’ve heard that before, once or twice. But then they usually decide my cock is better.”
Closing his eyes, Jensen works on getting his control back, because otherwise he’s ready to drop himself to the couch like a ragdoll and let Jared show him just how much better his cock is. Dammit, he’s supposed to be the one seducing Jared, not bending over and letting Jared use him.
Except, Jensen kind of forgets that the second Jared is slicked up and nudging his dick against Jensen’s hole. Jensen’s common sense is completely gone once Jared is bottomed out, filling Jensen entirely, and making tiny circles with his hips as he waits for Jensen to adjust.
Jared gropes Jensen’s chest, pulls him flush to his chest, and mouths along Jensen’s shoulder and neck, still rocking ever so carefully. “You feel so fucking good,” he mumbles.
Jensen clenches around him, smiling when Jared groans deep in his chest. “So do you, cowboy.”
Following a throaty chuckle, Jared pulls back a few inches then slides right back in. Jensen grunts each time Jared slides in, pants out short little breaths when Jared gets faster. He listens when Jared tells him to lean forward, trembles when Jared runs his hands over Jensen’s back, and repeatedly curses when Jared really gives it to him.
Their skin slaps together, hips to ass. They both pant out curses and directives as Jared fucks him, pounds quickly before he suddenly slows down and thrusts deeper, even harder than before, like he’s trying to make it count.
“Yeah, give it to me,” Jensen whimpers. And Jared does, which just forces Jensen to push back onto Jared’s dick, keeping the rhythm. But then he’s unbalanced when Jared hooks his arm under Jensen’s knee and manhandles him to the side. He holds Jensen’s leg up, keeps him wide open, and fucks deeper than Jensen had thought possible.
“You like that?” Jared mutters. “You want it just like that?”
Jensen puts his hand up to the wall, the other to the back of the couch, and just takes it because it’s really fucking good. “Fuck, yeah, keep going.”
“I could do this all day long.”
Jensen clenches his eyes shut and suddenly thinks of Jared fucking Danneel all night long. He imagines her clutching at Jared, clawing and scrambling as he fucks her as ruthlessly as he’s doing Jensen right now. Twenty-four hours ago, it made him see red, but now, his vision’s going hazy around the edges, too turned on to see straight. And ain’t that the shit of it? He’s always considered himself a straight man who does what he must to get by, and he’s getting the best fuck of his life from a guy who nearly dwarfs him. A guy who showed his girlfriend one hell of a night.
Suddenly, he imagines them all together, Danneel riding Jared and happily bouncing on his dick and whimpering her high little curses, then Jensen would get into the mix with too many hands to keep track of, but more than enough orgasms to go around.
And fuck, now his blood boils because Jared takes his dick in hand and strips him fast, still shoving up inside him like it’s nothing. Jensen opens his eyes to Jared covering his whole back, head ducking down to Jensen’s shoulder as he watches Jensen’s dick in his quick fist.
“I wanna make you come,” Jared pants out, and that’s it.
Jensen gives in and feels the rush overcome him as his vision blurs and he comes in Jared’s hand. Jared stutters his hips and buries himself deep inside. They both groan and Jared bites the side of Jensen’s neck as he shallowly rolls his hips through his own orgasm.
Jared hums and holds Jensen tight against him. “That was very surprising. Very good, but surprising.”
“We should do it again sometime,” Jensen replies, and finds that he really wishes he could mean it.
With a low, amused hum, Jared pulls away and motions Jensen towards the bathroom, where Jensen cleans himself up, Jared at the kitchen sink.
When they’re both put back into place and Jensen’s standing in front of Jared in the living room, Jared assesses him. But more seriously than the times out in the hallway. “I would like to.”
“Like to what?” Jensen asks. His brain isn’t really online yet; he needs a few more minutes.
Jared smirks. “Do that again sometime.”
Jensen swallows, willing back all of that control he claimed he had before. “Yeah. We should. Maybe tomorrow?” he asks, and when Jared nods, he’s internally celebrating. If he gets Jared out of the apartment, Danneel can get in and steal the keys. He’s feeling incredibly sure of himself when he smiles and nods. “I can meet you at that bar again, and then we can come back here … again.”
“For sure.”
He’s not sure what to do now - kiss, hug, shake hands? It feels kind of awkward considering they literally met just minutes before fucking.
Jared suddenly looks embarrassed and goes to the door with an apology. He opens it wide and Jensen finally takes his exit, waving on the way out. He tries his damnedest to not let his face show how blissed out he is. He thinks Jared catches it, though, because now he’s watching him with warm eyes like he had just earlier.
“See you tomorrow,” Jensen offers kindly.
“Six o’clock, good?”
“Perfect.”
Next
“Good morning, Jared,” Danneel says as sweetly as possible when she enters the bank on her first day.
He’s sitting in the same arm chair as the day before, with the same magazine in his hands, and the same slow and cautious glance at her. “Good morning, Sara.”
“How are you today?”
“I’m okay. And you?” he asks in return, though it seems stilted.
She wonders if she’d imagined how he’d taken the time to check her over yesterday. Still, she knows this job will take some time, and if Jared does, too, so be it. “I’m great. Have a good day,” she offers with a playful wave then heads to the back area to start working.
It’s a standard bank day that doesn’t call for much beyond her sifting through paperwork and signing off on account changes such as names and beneficiaries. During the afternoon shift change, she double-checks cash drawers and tries to avoid the looks coworkers give her when she counts the bills even faster than they do. It may not be under the most legitimate of circumstances, but she’s been handling money for half her life, and says so with a toothy grin. “Money is in my blood.”
One of the tellers chuckles while another nods and thanks her for checking her drawer.
The next morning, it’s almost startling to see Jared in the same chair, sitting with the same leg crossed over the other, and that same Time magazine in his grip. It makes her stutter to a stop, but she recovers quickly by giving him a warm look.
“Morning, Jared.”
“Morning, Sara,” he says without looking away from the open spread. It’s a story on the education system and lunch vouchers that makes Danneel frantically dig through her brain for a comment. He finally glances up, eyes narrowed. “Is there something you need?”
“Nope! Just checking what you’re reading,” she excuses away while flipping a finger at the magazine. “Smart man, well read, I bet you get your share of great dates.”
Jared licks the corner of his lip and his eyes drop to her waist then back up to her face. “Is this you offering?”
Danneel curls her shoulder in as she begins to turn, watching him from over her shoulder. “And what if I was?”
She leaves before he can answer, but she checks the lobby throughout the day and he’s almost always watching her.
The next morning, Jared must hear the steady click of her heels, because he murmurs, “Hello, Sara,” before she can open her mouth.
He sends her a quick look, then goes back to that stupid Time magazine again. She cocks her leg to the side and sets a hand on her hip. “You know, you’d probably be less obvious if you changed up your routine.”
Jared drops the magazine and watches her closely for a few, quiet moments. “Maybe I like reading?”
“The same magazine for four days?”
“You’re awfully observant.”
She has to be in her line of work, but she doesn’t need him to know that. “I try,” she says with a minor bow.
“You succeed.”
Here, she gets a tiny thrill to see his impressed smile, and she wonders how much more it’ll take to hook him.
She tests it a few hours later when an elderly woman comes in to access her safety deposit box. It’s the first box Danneel’s had to deal with in the three days she’s been here. Frank had said she would be fine using Jared in his absence, and in the meantime, they’re waiting a few more weeks to clear her for access to the keys without assistance.
So she summons Jared to unlock the drawer where the master keys are kept. He does it while crowding her personal space - not too close, but enough and with a smooth smile that tells her he’s meaning to do it. She not-so-subtly licks her lips when he stands up again and hands her the master set with Mrs. Hooples’ box key.
“Thank you, Jared,” Danneel says, overly kind.
“You’re welcome, Sara,” he returns much the same way.
“Good news, bad news,” Danneel declares when she returns to the hotel room after her shift.
Jensen rolls on the bed to his side and watches her lean on the dresser while gracefully undoing her strappy heels then take out her earrings and her hair from the purposely messy bun at the nape of her neck. She’s talking about the safety deposit boxes, and it’s important, he knows it is. He really should be listening and not daydreaming about leading a straight life where she comes home from her office job and undresses by routine while he listens about her day.
She’s suddenly kneeling on the mattress, right next to him, and flicking his forehead. “Are you even listening?”
He decides to be completely honest. “You’re just really adorable as a worker bee.” He plucks a button on her silk blouse and drags his finger down the rest of them, then over the seam of her pencil skirt. “With the silky shirts and the cute li’l tight skirts.”
“Jensen,” she says firmly, closing her hand around his when he touches her bare knee. “I said that the keys are locked away and my only legitimate chance to get them free is to get the main one from the manager or the security guard.”
With the way Danneel’s eyes are soft and staring right into his, he doesn’t trust her plans for how she’ll do that. “And how will you do that?” he asks anyway, because he’s a glutton for punishment.
She makes an aborted shrug. It’s a well, ya know kind of movement and he realizes he trusts how she’ll do it; he just doesn’t like that she has to.
“What’s the story with the manager?”
“High end of his forties maybe, a little lame and awkward. And married, but definitely very interested in my legs.”
Jensen considers it and while it could be an easy mark, he’s not liking the image of her sleeping with the manager when there’s the potential for an angry wife added to the mix. They don’t need complications; their life is fucked up enough as it is. “What about the security guard?”
It’s not too obvious how she shifts and her face softens, but Jensen knows her better than anyone. “Early thirties, tall, muscular, flirty on occasion.”
“He’s good-looking,” he says more than asks.
Still, she answers, “He’s not hard on the eyes.”
Jensen doesn’t really like this idea any better than the manager and flops to his back with a sigh. He can tell that Danneel wouldn’t mind cozying up to the security guard, that it would be only a minor inconvenience. It instantly makes Jensen’s lungs tighten up and his heart pump a little faster. He hates this part.
“I don’t like the security guard.”
Danneel snorts. “You don’t even know him.”
“I don’t know the manager either, but he’s sounding like a better candidate right now.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re not getting wet at the idea,” Jensen complains.
She laughs derisively. “Of course I’m not. I don’t want to sleep with either of them. But I might have to for the key.”
“Yeah, but you don’t sound too disappointed about the security guard.” He doesn’t mean to pout, but he knows he has and that Danneel is now sadly smiling at him for it.
She slides down beside him, ringing her arm around his waist and setting her head on his shoulder. “Oh, baby, I promise I’ll think of you the whole time.”
Jensen rolls on top of her, loving how she instantly shifts beneath him so that their bodies rub together. “You said he was tall.”
Danneel slides her fingers into the opening of his henley, moving fabric to the side so she can kiss his collarbone. “Mmhmm.”
Her fingers are dragging across the dip in his neck, and he knows that she knows it’s his sweet spot. She’s trying to distract him, and he isn’t letting that happen. Well, only a little, as he manages to ask, “Is he taller than me?”
She sucks a mark over his pulse and lets go with a smack. “Only a little.”
It’s a war of his jealousy and disappointment versus the instant arousal of Danneel’s lips dragging along the column of his throat. “What’s he look like?”
They spend the next hour with Danneel sliding her hands and mouth along his body as she details what the security guard looks like in comparison to Jensen. He’s utterly distracted when she sucks his dick into the deep heat of her mouth, but he’s also ridiculously turned on when she talks about what she imagines the guy’s dick would look like.
It’s the highlight of his day. Not only because it’s Danneel and everything is better with her, but because everything spins out of control late that night when Jensen takes a call on his cell phone with Sheppard on the other end.
“Jensen, my man, how are tricks?”
“They’re tricky,” he replies tightly as he slips out of the motel room so Danneel can keep sleeping. And more so that she doesn’t hear the conversation at all.
“Hmm, I would imagine. Seeing as it’s been far too long since we’ve last talked. Have you secured the paperwork yet?”
“Not yet,” he answers slowly.
“And why haven’t you secured the paperwork yet?”
“Well, we’ve got something on-”
“Jensen,” Sheppard says curtly. “Need I remind you that you stole something very precious and very expensive from me? There are a hundred ways I could punish you for such a thing.”
Jensen gulps, then scrubs the back of his head as he tries to come up with a good response.
“Stealing a few pieces of paper should be the easiest. One would think, yes?”
“We’re working on it.”
“Work faster, or else my friend and I will be forced to step in,” Sheppard barks. Jensen’s about to insist that they will when Sheppard brightly says, “Very good then. Jensen, do say hello to your lovely gal for me.”
Jensen’s left staring at his phone and knows he has to tell Danneel to step it up at the bank.
Frank walks Danneel out from the back of the bank as the place is closing. He’s smiling and going on about how well she’s working out. She goes along with it, smiling broadly and nodding to his compliment, especially when he says she’s well past the grace period and they’ll start adding more responsibilities to her plate. Though she stalls for a moment when he suggests they celebrate with a drink tonight.
“Oh, I would love to, Frank,” she insists with a hand on his arm. “But I’m sure Margaret would be sad to not have you home to share her roast.” His eyes bug out and she wants to laugh at him; at lunch, she’d overheard him raving about it to their coworkers. “But some other time, I’m sure.”
Frank gives her an awkward smile. “Yes, surely, another time.”
She waves him off at the front door then finds Jared standing about ten feet away, watching her like he’s trying to figure something out.
“Do you need something, Jared?”
He shakes his head and steps closer. “Naw, I don’t. Was just wondering a few things.”
Jared is close enough that Danneel has to tip her head up and she purposely, slightly, shifts her shoulders so her breasts are in better view along with her cleavage down the opening of her blouse. “Wondering what now?”
“When you’re gonna put Frank out of his misery. The man has it hard for you.”
Danneel chuckles and looks out the glass doors where Frank had gone. “I’m well aware how hard he has it.”
Jared’s eyes flick down to her chest and she mentally fist pumps. “So you’re just gonna torture him all this while?”
“I’m not that evil,” she says with a long look. “Frank’s nice and all, but he certainly isn’t the only guy around town.” Jared snorts and glances out the door as well. Danneel quickly grabs the chance staring her in the face and says, “Maybe you could take me out for a celebratory drink.”
“What’re we celebrating? You surviving two weeks at a job? Sounds kinda light.”
She feels tension creep up her spine. After two weeks at the bank, Jared is still looking at her in all the right ways, and their flirting hasn’t slowed down. But his words now feel hard, and they’re confusing when juxtaposed with all of his long gazes and other comments. “How about an ‘I’m new to town and am finally making a friend in the security guard’ kind of drink?”
Jared seems interested in that, making a playful face. “Oh, we’re friends?”
“I know I’d like to be.” She lightly rubs over his arm then squeezes. “But I’m not gonna beg you. Have a good night, Jared.”
As she turns and pulls her arm away, his hand wraps around her wrist and tugs for attention. “Have you been to Otto’s yet?”
Her pulse kicks up and she’s not certain if it’s in finally winning him over or the warm feel of his hand around her wrist. Or even the intensity in his eyes. Jared must know how she’s reacting because he strokes fingers on her pulse point and smiles. “I haven’t,” she finally answers.
He releases her hand and steps around her to the door. “See you there in thirty?”
“Yes, sir,” she says with a saucy sort of salute.
She’s vibrating with excitement and confidence on finally getting close to Jared, to those damn keys, and the stupid safety deposit boxes.
Jensen, however, is not very happy when she rushes through the hotel to change from professional banker to bar girl. It’s obvious with the angle of his brow and the hard set in his gaze as she tugs up a pair of extremely tight jeans, fastens her skimpiest of bras, and slips on a flimsy black, silk camisole.
It’s also obvious that her outfit is turning him on. As she finger-combs her wavy hair, Jensen steps up behind her and sets his hands on her hips, which are easily bared with every movement of her shirt. “Do you really have to go?” he asks against her shoulder.
She glances at him in the mirror and lightly shakes her head. “Do you really want the papers in the box?”
“Just drinks?”
Danneel turns in his arms and rings hers around his neck, pushing her body against him and making him hum and tightly pull her closer. “No promises,” she says firmly then kisses him.
A long while ago, Jensen had reluctantly said that to her when she was not looking forward to him seducing a fifty-something widower to get to an original piece of art that gave them one of their first large paydays. Since then, they’ve repeated it to one another, because so much of their life is improvising.
He’s not entirely satisfied, but accepts it with a quick kiss. “Just keep me in the loop.”
And she does, sending him a text when she arrives and another after two hours when she’s beginning to feel loose and like she’ll have Jared wrapped around her finger in no time.
Next to her at the bar, Jared’s relaxed in a tight v-neck shirt that looks more designer than something out of a pack of three undershirts at the local catch-all department store. His jeans and boots also say a lot for the effort he’s putting in tonight. Shit, his easy smiles and long looks across her face and body have said more than enough.
“I’m really glad we did this,” Danneel says warmly, leaning in to run her fingers across his forearm.
“Is your boyfriend glad we did?”
She pauses for only a moment before biting her lower lip, drawing Jared’s attention to her mouth. “What boyfriend?”
“The guy you stay at the motel with?”
Danneel pokes his forearm with her index finger. “You, Jared, are awfully observant.”
“It’s part of the job.”
“And you’re so good at it,” she flirts, before insisting, “He’s just a friend. I am a free woman, only looking at you tonight.”
Jared considers her, taking his time as she keeps watching right back.
“You want a shot?” Danneel asks with a bright smile, turning towards the bartender working down the bar. “I want a shot.”
They’ve already had a few drinks – and Jared a shot of whiskey – to start the night. She’s certain that at his size, he’s more than capable of handling his liquor, and she knows it’ll take another few to wear him down.
It does, but the drinks make her loose as well. After he takes two more shots and another beer and she asks if he wants another one, he shakes his head and moves in close. His arm rests on the back of her stool, the other at her knee. She’s surprised yet satisfied, because for all their flirting, he’d been keeping some distance, and now there’s none between them as he talks so closely that they’re sharing the same air.
“I think, what I really want is to stop drinking, and stop thinking.”
Danneel goes warm at the heat in his voice, his closeness, and most of all at finally breaking him down. She rests her hand over his at her knee, fingers coasting the side of his thumb. “What did you have in mind?”
“Like you don’t already have a plan?”
She laughs; she so did, yet it sounds foolish to hear him say so. Still, she forges on, leaning impossibly closer. “Maybe we can go somewhere to stop drinking and thinking together.”
Minutes later, they’ve settled the bill and are each in their cars with Danneel following Jared to his place. On the way, she texts Jensen 99, their signal that they’re going to a target’s home, and gets a quick be safe in reply. She feels a pang of guilt, but she knows it’s part of the game, and all else goes out the window once she’s inside Jared’s near-empty apartment. It’s not decorated, just has a couch, chair, and TV in the living room, but that doesn’t really matter because as she’s trying to pay him a compliment for the minimalism, he pulls her against his body and kisses her. It’s shocking when he kisses hard and fierce, like he needs her right now, no questions asked.
Her blood is on fire with the intensity, and it’s worse when he runs his hands down her back, over her ass, and to her thighs then tugs her up into his arms with her legs wrapping around his waist. Or maybe it’s better, this ferocious power to just take her right to his bedroom and set her down on the bed is mesmerizing.
Danneel knows she’s flushed all over, can feel heat spreading everywhere, most of all between her legs as she can’t wait for him to get his hands on her. That should be troubling, and it is a bit, she begins to realize. For fifteen years, no one has fired her up like Jensen does, but Jared is doing a damned good job now with his wide palms running up her legs, over her hips, and under her shirt to push it up as he lays down between her legs and nuzzles her belly. His mouth travels up and he sucks at her nipple through the thin lace of her bra.
She arches up against him with a moan and threads her fingers through his hair. She tugs on the hair and moans louder when he moves to the other breast and presses his hips into her. He takes his time to lick her nipple to full hardness then lightly bite it, only to flick his tongue over it again and again. She can’t stop moaning and pushing up against him while pressing his face down to her.
He’s hard, very hard in the soft denim of his jeans, and she’s getting wet, she just knows it. She can’t slow herself down as she sits up and yanks his shirt off to turn attention on him. She kisses across his chest, licks at his nipples, too, and then tugs at his belt to bring him back down on her.
“What do you want, Jared?” she asks, voice low and dark.
He looks down her body and sucks at her collarbone. “Want your body, wanna just take you.”
She chuckles and runs her hands over his shoulders as he presses his hips into her again. “And I want you to.”
“Been watching you for weeks, and you’re such a tease, Jesus.”
Danneel brings her hand down between them to palm his dick through his jeans. “I’m not teasing now, Jared.”
It’s like flipping a switch, because suddenly, he’s ravenous in the way he’s undressing her, yanking her jeans and shoes off, the bra and underwear away, kissing all of her newly bare skin as he goes. He undresses quickly, too, then settles between her legs and kisses down her belly until he’s licking up her clit and sucking. Danneel twists in a fit on the bed as he mouths at her pussy and pushes his tongue inside her, and she’s shaking with how good it feels. She’s not faking, like all the other times she’s in this position with a target. Jared is making her tremble from head to toe as he sucks at her clit and reaches up to play with her nipple.
Jared pulls her hips up for a better angle and gets right back into it, flattening his tongue against her pussy, stroking her clit. She can’t stop all the crazed noises coming out of her chest and throat, cut-off howls and shrieks, but he’s taking it all and giving it to her at the same time.
Before she can stop it, her orgasm is coming and she groans through the pulsing of her pussy, even as Jared keeps licking her until she whines and pushes him away.
Breathing heavily, she feels completely boneless and is sure she can’t move. Jared must sense it because he rests back on the bed and pulls her with him, rolling until she’s on top. She lies against his chest, slowly kissing him, and he swiftly gets a condom on and pushes into her. She tenses with the sudden realization that he is inside her and his dick is really, really big. When she whimpers, he smirks.
“You still with me?” he asks.
Danneel rises with her hands on either side of his head and her hair flowing down between them. He pushes it over her shoulder and holds her neck, his other hand on her hip. She bites her lower lip, logging how his eyes glaze over and he licks his own lips. A smiles and a nod, and she clenches around him. “Give it to me.”
Jared guides her by the hand on her hip as he withdraws then pushes back into her. He sets a steady pace, punching the air out of her lungs in tiny whimpers.
She feels completely full each time he slides in. She’s so slick and he’s hitting her so hard that she moans every time he does. He gets faster, tugging her hips down, shoving his up with his feet planted on the bed, and Danneel digs her fingers into the sheets and gladly takes it, muttering nonsense that sounds painful to her own ears. It is a little bit, but she can’t deny it’s exhilarating to be rightly fucked. Especially after years and years of Jensen, who knows all the tricks, and maybe sometimes it seems too easy between them, knowing all their hot spots and going for them immediately. Jared is not easy; he is working hard at earning a second orgasm, and that’s good in Danneel’s book.
She rides the resurgence of lust as he fucks her hard and fast. The noises of him sliding easily in and out of her is obscene, but it only reminds her of how hard he made her came earlier. Makes it known how wet and hot he makes her. She gladly lets him pound into her as he grunts and groans, and keeps watching his face twist with pleasure.
Jared’s rhythm begins to falter and Danneel can feel her orgasm creeping up again. “C’mon, fuck me,” Danneel pants. “Fuck me, Jared.”
“You gonna come?” He smiles and grips her hips harder. “I’m gonna make you come again?”
She moans and drops her head as he speeds up again. “God yes, you’re so fucking big, so hard.”
He quickens at her words, and she takes it with breathy whining as she comes and shakes. He continues to fuck her until he’s pulling her down tightly and coming as well.
Danneel drops down on Jared and he strokes his hands up her back, happily sighing. She smiles against his neck before rolling to the side while he moves off the bed and hits the bathroom, the door only partly open.
His absence gives her chance to hunt around for his work keys. First, she checks the key ring in his jeans, but it’s just car and apartment keys. Next, she slides things around the top of the room’s lone dresser. There are crumpled receipts, random slips of paper, gum wrappers, and plenty of other crap that aren’t the keys. She checks the dresser drawers, shuffling clothes around, until she hears the bathroom sink running and she figures he’s done and about to show up again.
She slips back into bed and when he returns with his eyes still dark and wanting, she seductively stretches, legs sliding together and arms above her head. He leans over her then rubs his lips along her collarbone. His hand runs over her hip and lower until he can reach between her legs. His fingers slide in her wetness, easily going back and forth, and he looks at her with a glint in his eyes.
“You up for a third round?”
Her nerves feel raw, but dammit, her legs are already widening and her pulse beats hard through her body, right into her pussy. She licks her lips and he kisses her hard, tongue searching deep into her mouth. When he lets up and allows her to control the kiss, she mumbles against his mouth, “Can’t hurt to try.”
Woken from a hard sleep, Jensen is aware of Danneel coming back into the hotel room. He’s fuzzy about it, but he knows she's gone straight to the bathroom, so he settles back under the comforter, waiting for her to come to bed before he asks how it’d gone.
The shower starts and he now knows how it went. Danneel and the security guard definitely had sex, and now she’s in there cleaning it off her skin. His mouth suddenly tastes sour, bile rising in the back of his throat. He rolls out of bed and rushes into the bathroom because he’s certain he’s about to empty his stomach. He doesn’t, but he does scare her with his quick entry. He smiles a little at that.
“Jesus, Jensen!” she shrieks. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was,” he mumbles. He quickly fills a glass with water and gulps to wash away the bitterness on his tongue. He leans back on the counter and stares at the shower curtain, even if the thick, cream fabric doesn’t let him see much of her. She’s just a cloudy mass moving around. “So, it went okay?” he manages to ask quite levelly.
“It was fine.”
After a rough swallow, Jensen dares to ask, “Did you?”
She pauses then says, “Yes, we did.”
“And how was it?”
“Average.”
There’s a strange sense of being satisfied she’s said so, but also wondering if it really was. He decides to get back to what’s gotten them here in the first place: “Did you get the key?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“It wasn’t there?”
“I don’t know,” she complains. “I tried looking but my snooping was only cute for a few minutes, then he thought I was just deranged.”
Jensen snorts. “You are deranged.”
“Jared doesn’t have to know that.” The water stops and she slips a hand around the shower curtain, fingers grabbing thin air. “Can you hand me a towel?”
He’s still half asleep, useless and groggy before coffee, especially when woken at four in the morning. It takes him a few seconds to move, but once he’s got the towel in his hands, he clenches the terry cloth and thinks. Jared. They’re on a first name basis.
“Jensen,” she insists, fingers wiggling again.
Jensen grabs the curtain and slowly pulls it back so he can look at her. “You called him by his first name.” She looks guilty, but that’s not the real issue now. Her skin is littered with fresh bite marks and Jesus, her nipples are extremely red like someone latched onto them for hours on end. Jensen feels a fire flare in his gut. “Oh, yeah,” he says sharply. “Looks like a real average time.”
Danneel scowls, snaps the towel from his hands, and wraps it around her body, covering up most of the marks. “Stop.”
He watches as she moves to the bathroom counter, twists her hair up into a messy, wet bun, and coats her skin in that fancy lotion that smells like cherries and vanilla all at once. He catalogs the few marks he can still see outside of the towel: on the side of her neck, across her collarbone, just behind her ear.
“Did he hurt you?”
Immediately, her eyes meet his in the mirror and she looks mortified that he asked. “No, he didn’t.”
“It looks like he might have.”
“He didn’t.”
He’s so petty and bitter right now, and he knows it, but he still can’t help the rapid-fire questions like a petulant ten year old, oddly thankful that she responds just as quickly. “So you liked it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Well, did you?”
“No, it was just part of the job,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
“What kind of job?”
“What?”
“Like a hand job? Or a blow job?”
“No,” she sighs.
“Neither?”
She makes a face and rolls her eyes, again, turning back to the mirror. “My hand may have touched his dick, yes.”
“How many orgasms did you have?”
“Three.”
“Oh, my God,” he shouts, and she instantly cringes. “Three? In one night?”
“Jensen,” she pleads. Even wraps her arms around his waist with a pitiful frown, and he lets her because, shit, it’s Danneel and he’s loved her most of his life. “You didn’t hear me complain when you had that threesome with the Delaney brothers.”
“You did complain,” he reminds her. Because she had whined her way through breakfast that next morning.
“Well, not much.”
“You were pissed that I didn’t invite you along.”
“Of course I was,” she admits with a groan. “Two hot guys and my even hotter boyfriend? I wanted to watch you.”
Jensen mutters, “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“No, I’m not.” She shuffles even closer and nips his bottom lip. “You’re very hot when you’re turned on and taking it in the ass.”
With a flashback to that night, along with Danneel’s’ words, he does feel a little better; the shift in focus helps, as does the reminder that they both do sketchy things to get through a job. His night with the Delaney brothers had been pretty stellar for sex that didn’t involve Danneel. So maybe he can chalk up her night with the security guard the same way.
“He really gave you three orgasms?” Jensen whines anyway.
“Stop being jealous.” And with that she pushes him aside and goes back into the main room, tugging on sleep clothes and getting into bed.
He joins her and she immediately sidles up next to him, head on his shoulder and hand on his chest. Jensen holds her hand and squeezes lightly when she kisses his jaw.
“We didn’t cuddle,” she mumbles. “If that helps.”
“A little.”
“I only cuddle my man,” she insists, wrapping her arm tightly around his waist. “No need to be jealous.”
Jensen frowns at himself and figures it’d be good to listen to her, to trust her to get the job done, but as he lies awake, he’s unable to stop his mind from flipping over any possible visual of Danneel and Jared he can create.
It’s no better when Danneel’s off to work, dropping a kiss on the top of his head while he sips coffee at the dinette table and they both pretend the early morning hours didn’t happen. It’s kind of their thing, and it’s always worked just fine, but Jensen can feel his jealousy gnawing at him.
His nervous energy gets him away from the hotel for the day. He roams town and checks out a local BBQ joint that doesn’t do Texas justice, but he’s learned to be disappointed when far from home. There are a few hours wasted at driving range, striking little white balls as far as he can, burning his anger with every swing. And then a stop at a trendy Western bar to wind down.
Halfway into his second beer, his phone rings with a number he really wishes he didn’t recognize. “Yes, sir?” he answers sarcastically.
“Jensen, my boy!” Sheppard crows. Sadly, his calls have been more frequent as more time has passed. “Are things swimming yet? Or are you ready to sink?”
“We’re getting there.”
“Get there faster.”
Jensen sighs. He’s rather tired of the nagging. “We’ll get there when we get there.”
“Jensen,” Sheppard says slowly, menacingly. “If you don’t get there quite soon, you’ll have my dogs to answer to.”
“What? Like a shitzu? Terrier?”
Sheppard grits out, “Get it done. Or else.”
With that, the call is over.
Jensen knows he should head back to the hotel; Danneel’s shift is over and she’ll be there soon and they have to talk this through, get a faster game plan into place. He’ll finish off this last beer then return to his girl, see what her follow-up is for getting the keys, if it’ll take a few more dates with Jared to get them or what.
With his phone to his ear, he’s listening to monotonous ringing before she picks up. A rather tall, wide-shouldered man sits down a few stools away and gives Jensen an odd look that Jensen shakes off. Except then the bartender is now calling the man Jared, asking him how his date was last night, and Jensen … he loses all manner of words when Danneel picks up.
“Hey, baby,” she says warmly. When Jensen doesn’t answer, just keeps staring at this man who is the one that marked his girlfriend up and gave her three orgasms, Danneel prompts him. “Baby? You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he finally says.
“You sure? You sound funny.”
Jensen shifts so he’s not obviously staring at Jared, because the man seems to have picked up on it and is watching Jensen right back. “Uh, yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine.”
“Where are you at? I just got back to the room.”
He cannot tell her where he is, because he knows she’ll offer to meet him for a drink and dinner, and that is not going to happen with Jared here as well. On the other hand, he doesn’t want to leave. He wants to hang out and wait for Jared to head home, follow the guy back to his place, and scope it out. Maybe Jensen can get his hands on those keys while Jared’s at work or when Danneel meets Jared out for another date.
His mind is spinning so fast with possibilities that he misses her calling his name repeatedly until she snaps, “You’re worrying me.”
“I’m fine,” he insists, trying for warm and easy. “I’m perfectly good. Just stopped off for some errands. Any luck with the boxes today?”
She tsks, sounding madder at herself than anything. “No, they actually had me doing work. Like copying and shit. It was boring.”
Jensen chuckles. “Welcome to the real world, sweetheart.”
There’s shuffling on the other end. She’s probably undressing and that is something Jensen is definitely interested in. “You wanna bring dinner home for us?”
There’s no easy answer. Either way, he can’t tell Danneel that his whole day started because he’s jealous of Jared. Who is again staring at Jensen. “I might be a little longer. You go ahead and eat without me.”
“If you’re sure?”
“I am.”
“What kind of errands?” she asks.
He knows she’s just curious, can tell in her tone of voice, but he still fights for a good enough lie. “Just tying up some loose strings for Matt.”
“You finally talked to Matt?”
Jensen cringes. Bad choice of lies. They haven’t heard Matt’s voice since he last set them up to hock the Maserati; it’s been all missed calls, texts, and emails since then. “About Matt,” he corrects. “I’m just checking a few things.”
She seems interested in that, asking, “Oh, did you find anything?”
“Not yet, but I’ve got a lead.” Jensen’s going to ignore how he’s staring at Jared again, turning green at the visual of this tall, muscular, ridiculously good-looking guy getting his girlfriend to come three times in a night.
He’s also going to ignore how he’s already reducing Jared to the fuckable portion of his brain. Maybe Jared is a wizard who commands people’s hormones.
Jared’s face flickers with a quick, daring smirk before he wraps his thin lips around the lip of his beer bottle. It’s like Jared can read his mind when he tips his head back and swallows. Jared’s throat is on display with his muscles working through the beer, and Jensen knows his dick is paying attention.
Jensen looks down at the bar top and lightly knocks a fist against his forehead to stop thinking like this. He’s not attracted to Jared, dammit. He’s fucking jealous that Jared fucked Danneel three times in the span of a few hours.
“Jensen?” Danneel asks, and he snaps himself out of the delirious thinking.
“Yeah, sorry. A little distracted. Gotta get my head back in the game.” He laughs uncomfortably and hopes she doesn’t pick up on that. “So I’mma let you go for now, baby. Don’t wait up for me.”
He hangs up quickly and orders another bar, chugging a third of it before he takes a long moment to breathe deeply, calmly. His phone beeps and it’s Danneel texting him.
You’re the deranged one.
Jensen smiles at the message, imagining the teasing look she’s likely giving her own phone. Learned from the best he replies.
As he finishes his beer, he’s well aware that Jared keeps glancing over, but the guy is also conversing with the bartender, hands just as animated as his smooth, tan face.
Jensen hates himself right now, that’s for sure. Especially when he’s done with his beer and knows he should leave to just put an end to it all, but is actually drawn by Jared settling his bill and heading out the door.
He lets a few moments pass then heads out to his own car and, with some distance between them, he follows Jared back to a four-story, red brick, walk-up apartment building in the middle of the suburb’s downtown. He waits until Jared’s already inside and casually takes the sidewalk to the front door then quietly slips inside. He looks around the lobby, at the mailboxes, and up the stairs as he keeps his ears open to how many flights of stairs Jared takes.
It’s just one; Jared lives on the second floor, and Jensen can even tell he’s the second door on the right judging by how far his booted footsteps go.
The rest of the evening is uneventful and he acts like everything is ordinary and right in the world when Danneel asks what he’s been up to all day. He will never tell her that he’d spent the day stewing in jealousy, that he came eye-to-eye with Jared at the bar, or that he followed Jared to his apartment. He’s got a plan that she doesn’t need to know just yet.
He’s a good planner, sets up most of their jobs, so there’s no real worry about picking the lock into Jared’s apartment the next day. Jared and Danneel are gone all day at work this Saturday, and Jensen’s standing in the middle of Jared’s empty apartment. Well, there are a few pieces of furniture, but otherwise, it’s really bare, and Jensen gets an odd feeling from it.
It doesn’t take him long to search through the drawers (filled with neatly folded shirts, jeans, and underwear), the kitchen (with the plainest white dishes Jensen’s ever seen), or even the bathroom (stocked with travel size items from various hotels).
The bed looks pretty generic, except Jensen starts to see red as he thinks about Danneel in it. No he snaps at himself; he has a real point in being here. Find something incriminating, something juicy enough that Danneel can blackmail him into turning the keys over for.
Jensen keeps on searching, uncovering a dozen fast food receipts, another dozen slips of paper with names and numbers (female and male), and a gun in the top drawer of the nightstand.
“Whoa,” Jensen mutters as he reaches into the drawer and pulls the gun out. He weighs it in his hand, considers the grip of the pistol. Jensen and Danneel own a few guns for protection, but they’ve managed this long to avoid using them with any real harm. They’re mostly just for show.
Maybe Jared has it for the same reason, to protect his home and his belongings. Then Jensen glances around and realizes Jared doesn’t really have belongings. Another glance at the nightstand shows Jensen that there’s another holster that’s empty, and beneath that is a picture of Danneel sitting at an outdoor cafe.
By the looks of the place and her clothing, it’s the morning Sheppard and Pellegrino had ambushed them into this job. Jensen’s bad feeling gets even worse when he thinks about them targeting Danneel.
So Jared is Sheppard’s watchdog sent here to keep an eye on them and make sure they get the papers? Or maybe even to make sure they don’t, given how hard it’s been for Danneel to get a finger on the key ring even when she legitimately needs them at work.
He needs to stop this, cut Jared off at the knees, grab the keys, and keep him away from Danneel so she can just do her thing.
And now Jared is returning home, heard from the front walkway as he offers a friendly hello to a guy who must be the building’s maintenance man, currently fixing one of the decorative lamps along the sidewalk. Jensen rushes to the bedroom window and looks down to see Jared moving closer to the front door. Jared chuckles at something the maintenance man says then gets inside before Jensen can blink.
Jensen checks his watch and curses himself; it’s nearly three and the bank closes early on Saturdays.
“Fucking shit,” he mutters as he slams the nightstand drawer shut then makes an aborted move out of the bedroom. He rushes back to put the gun back into the drawer, right anything else that is out of place, even goes so far as to mess up all the papers on the nearby dresser than Jensen had previously sorted through, then hurries out of the apartment.
He takes a deep breath and turns, assuring himself he’s okay, and four steps later he comes face to face with Jared.
“Hi, sorry!” Jensen insists as he puts his hands up and they land on Jared’s chest. His firm, warm chest. Jensen immediately pulls his hands away with an awkward smile. “Sorry about that.”
Jared smirks, unfazed by the run-in. Amused, really. “Can I help you?”
Jensen quickly fishes a name from his memory of the mailboxes downstairs. “I was just looking for Ms. Lee.” He points behind himself, one door down from Jared, and frowns. “I guess she’s not there.”
“Yeah, I’d say you’re probably right.” Jared is still looking at Jensen like he’s entertained by this whole charade. It’s disarming, really, especially when Jared shifts and points from where he came. “Especially since she lives down there.”
With a quick chuckle, Jensen smacks his forehead. “You are so right! I got all turned around when I got up here. Thank you, thank you very much.”
Jared gives him a dark look, bordering on suspicious and interested. He was shooting Jensen similar glances at the bar, and that’s something to remember. “You sure that’s why you’re here?”
Biting his lower lip, Jensen decides to just turn it on. He’s got to get Jared off his own plan with Danneel, keep her off his mind, and what better way than the Ackles charm? “Actually, I saw you at the bar last night.”
“Is that so?”
“And I know you saw me.”
Jared checks Jensen from head to toe and back up again. “Are you following me?”
With a heated look, Jensen insists, “I just couldn’t help myself.”
Another long, assessing look, and Jared puts his hand out with a sharp smile. “I’m Jared.”
“Dean. Dean Winchester,” Jensen replies and forces the handshake a bit longer than it needs to. When Jared’s hand slows and he seems startled for a moment, Jensen rubs his thumb along the back of Jared’s hand. He moves it across the knuckles and nods thoughtfully. “You’ve got good hands.”
“Thanks, Dean.”
Jensen shrugs, getting cocky to reel him in. “But I’m sure you hear compliments like that all the time.”
“Not all the time,” Jared laughs.
“Nonsense!” Jensen reaches for Jared’s bicep, feeling for the muscles as he hums. And shit, even if he weren’t playing it up, he’d likely hum anyway, because Jared’s arms are hard and ripped. “Hot guy like you with guns like these? Gotta have girls all over you.”
Jared flexes his arm and Jensen knows they’re really getting somewhere when Jared says, “And some guys.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Jared’s eyebrows flicker up in question and Jensen smirks at him, hopes his own lifted eyebrow convinces him enough. “You wanna come in for a drink?”
He knows for certain there is not an ounce of liquid in that place other than tap water. Still, he’s the one in control, and he can’t maintain control if he walks away right now. “I would love that.”
Once inside, Jared heads straight to the kitchen with Jensen following. He cracks a joke about just moving in a few weeks ago. “I don’t have the place set up yet, pardon the mess,” he requests with a playful smile.
He’s feeding Jensen some story about moving from Texas, looking for a new start, and finding himself walking up and down all the downtown streets until someone took him in. Jensen’s only half paying attention at first; when Jared turns to the freezer for a bottle of whiskey, he texts Danneel 99 and only cringes for a second when she replies With who?!
The phone is back in his pocket by the time Jared turns around with two short tumblers half-full with liquor. They tip the glasses together and as Jared sips carefully, Jensen shoots half of it back, swallowing then purposely making a show of licking his lips.
“Mr. Winchester,” Jared says lightly. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Jensen puts his glass down on the counter and looks right into Jared’s eyes. “Why, Jared, would you like me to seduce you?”
Jared’s mouth drops open like he’s considering his reply, but Jensen doesn’t give him a chance. He grabs the middle of Jared’s shirt, cotton balling in his tight fist, and hauls him in to kiss him. In seconds, he’s plunging his tongue into Jared’s mouth, twirling their tongues together, swallowing his moans, and then pushing up against him and right into the counter. Jared makes a needy noise and Jensen has no plans to stop now; he’s getting hard himself, anyway, and he’ll take what he can from Jared.
With quick hands, Jared touches Jensen’s sides, his back, his shoulders then grabs Jensen’s ass to keep their bodies together real tight. Jensen finds himself moaning into Jared’s mouth just as much now with their groins pressed together, with Jared’s big hands all over his ass and fingers grabbing roughly to rub their dicks against one another.
Jensen shifts back and palms Jared’s dick, massages him through denim and grinds against Jared’s leg while he’s at it, just to show him how turned on he is.
“Mmm, maybe we should …” Jared murmurs between kisses, all breathy and messed up.
Jensen shushes him with a finger on his lips. He winks then sinks to his knees and flips Jared’s belt and jeans open. He pulls Jared’s dick out, letting it weigh his palm down with the thickness of it. Jensen tugs experimentally a few times and precome dribbles out. His mouth waters and he gets dizzy with the heated smell of Jared’s scent, more so when he licks the head of Jared’s dick and lets the precome soak his taste buds. Propelled by Jared’s strangled voice begging for more, Jensen takes him into his mouth and hollows out his cheeks as he slides his lips down the shaft until he’s full.
It’s been awhile since he’s done this, but it’s not like he doesn’t remember. He’d fucked the Delaney brothers for hours, trading blow jobs over and over, smiling whenever one of them thumbed at his slick, full lips. He’d enjoyed every second of it, and he’s certain he’ll enjoy this just as much, if not more.
Jensen goes on sucking Jared down as far as he can go, letting Jared’s dick bump the opening to this throat, and licking his way right back up to the tip. He tongues at a vein on the underside, around the head, and laves all across the shaft before swallowing Jared back down again, and again, and again.
Suddenly, Jared’s hands are fitful over Jensen’s head until he grabs the longest pieces on top and yanks Jensen off. Jensen looks up, purposely biting his spit-slick lips, and squeezes Jared’s thighs. Then he smiles because Jared’s cheeks are beet red. Jared looks wrecked and lazy eyed, heaving for air.
“C’mere,” Jared mutters and hauls Jensen back up to his feet. As they fight through a hard kiss, Jared leads them to the bedroom, but Jensen can’t do that, not with the knowledge that Jared took Danneel to that bed. Jensen fights him towards the living room, and it becomes playful as they yank and tug at clothes, trying to undress and move in their own directions while taking over each other’s mouths.
Finally, Jared shoves Jensen into the living room. As Jensen stumbles, he bends over the arm of the couch and Jared is draped over his back in seconds. His hands roam Jensen’s chest and he kisses up Jensen’s spine while rutting against Jensen’s ass.
Jensen arches up with a groan, gets his hands on the arm and back of the couch and widens his legs to keep his balance while rocking back against Jared’s body
“Wanna fuck you,” he whispers in Jensen’s ear.
“Gonna do it good?” Jensen challenges.
“You’re gonna hurt tomorrow,” he hisses. Then he nearly tears Jensen’s jeans open and down with his underwear before licking his thumb and pushing it up against Jensen’s asshole.
“I will if you don’t lube it up.”
Jared chuckles darkly then tugs Jensen’s earlobe into his mouth, sucking hard enough to distract Jensen from the thumb now planted inside. “You don’t like that?”
Jensen curses at the tease in Jared’s voice, because shit, if this is how he played with Danneel, now he sees how she came three times. He’s ready to come just from an immobile thumb in his ass and the heated voice in his ear.
“I’d really like to feel you all slick inside me,” Jensen says with a quick glance over his shoulder.
Jared slowly smiles, as if that’s the best thing he’s ever heard. Maybe it is; Jared smacks his ass as he pulls his thumb out then goes into the bedroom, returning with lube and a condom. All the while, Jensen has watched how Jared moves without care for his dick loose from his pants, that long shaft bouncing and taunting Jensen.
It’s gonna hurt, Jensen knows it will, but he forgets that when Jared helps Jensen out of his jeans, slips a lubed finger inside, and brings his other hand around to slowly stroke Jensen. Jared’s hand fully surrounds Jensen’s dick, expertly twists up and down, and Jensen’s skin tingles.
Jensen can only keep himself balanced by the hard press of Jared’s fingers inside, a quick second finger now joining the first and stretching him out. “Oh, fuck, you have really good hands,” he pants out.
Jared licks up the column of Jensen’s throat then bites at his ear again. “I’ve heard that before, once or twice. But then they usually decide my cock is better.”
Closing his eyes, Jensen works on getting his control back, because otherwise he’s ready to drop himself to the couch like a ragdoll and let Jared show him just how much better his cock is. Dammit, he’s supposed to be the one seducing Jared, not bending over and letting Jared use him.
Except, Jensen kind of forgets that the second Jared is slicked up and nudging his dick against Jensen’s hole. Jensen’s common sense is completely gone once Jared is bottomed out, filling Jensen entirely, and making tiny circles with his hips as he waits for Jensen to adjust.
Jared gropes Jensen’s chest, pulls him flush to his chest, and mouths along Jensen’s shoulder and neck, still rocking ever so carefully. “You feel so fucking good,” he mumbles.
Jensen clenches around him, smiling when Jared groans deep in his chest. “So do you, cowboy.”
Following a throaty chuckle, Jared pulls back a few inches then slides right back in. Jensen grunts each time Jared slides in, pants out short little breaths when Jared gets faster. He listens when Jared tells him to lean forward, trembles when Jared runs his hands over Jensen’s back, and repeatedly curses when Jared really gives it to him.
Their skin slaps together, hips to ass. They both pant out curses and directives as Jared fucks him, pounds quickly before he suddenly slows down and thrusts deeper, even harder than before, like he’s trying to make it count.
“Yeah, give it to me,” Jensen whimpers. And Jared does, which just forces Jensen to push back onto Jared’s dick, keeping the rhythm. But then he’s unbalanced when Jared hooks his arm under Jensen’s knee and manhandles him to the side. He holds Jensen’s leg up, keeps him wide open, and fucks deeper than Jensen had thought possible.
“You like that?” Jared mutters. “You want it just like that?”
Jensen puts his hand up to the wall, the other to the back of the couch, and just takes it because it’s really fucking good. “Fuck, yeah, keep going.”
“I could do this all day long.”
Jensen clenches his eyes shut and suddenly thinks of Jared fucking Danneel all night long. He imagines her clutching at Jared, clawing and scrambling as he fucks her as ruthlessly as he’s doing Jensen right now. Twenty-four hours ago, it made him see red, but now, his vision’s going hazy around the edges, too turned on to see straight. And ain’t that the shit of it? He’s always considered himself a straight man who does what he must to get by, and he’s getting the best fuck of his life from a guy who nearly dwarfs him. A guy who showed his girlfriend one hell of a night.
Suddenly, he imagines them all together, Danneel riding Jared and happily bouncing on his dick and whimpering her high little curses, then Jensen would get into the mix with too many hands to keep track of, but more than enough orgasms to go around.
And fuck, now his blood boils because Jared takes his dick in hand and strips him fast, still shoving up inside him like it’s nothing. Jensen opens his eyes to Jared covering his whole back, head ducking down to Jensen’s shoulder as he watches Jensen’s dick in his quick fist.
“I wanna make you come,” Jared pants out, and that’s it.
Jensen gives in and feels the rush overcome him as his vision blurs and he comes in Jared’s hand. Jared stutters his hips and buries himself deep inside. They both groan and Jared bites the side of Jensen’s neck as he shallowly rolls his hips through his own orgasm.
Jared hums and holds Jensen tight against him. “That was very surprising. Very good, but surprising.”
“We should do it again sometime,” Jensen replies, and finds that he really wishes he could mean it.
With a low, amused hum, Jared pulls away and motions Jensen towards the bathroom, where Jensen cleans himself up, Jared at the kitchen sink.
When they’re both put back into place and Jensen’s standing in front of Jared in the living room, Jared assesses him. But more seriously than the times out in the hallway. “I would like to.”
“Like to what?” Jensen asks. His brain isn’t really online yet; he needs a few more minutes.
Jared smirks. “Do that again sometime.”
Jensen swallows, willing back all of that control he claimed he had before. “Yeah. We should. Maybe tomorrow?” he asks, and when Jared nods, he’s internally celebrating. If he gets Jared out of the apartment, Danneel can get in and steal the keys. He’s feeling incredibly sure of himself when he smiles and nods. “I can meet you at that bar again, and then we can come back here … again.”
“For sure.”
He’s not sure what to do now - kiss, hug, shake hands? It feels kind of awkward considering they literally met just minutes before fucking.
Jared suddenly looks embarrassed and goes to the door with an apology. He opens it wide and Jensen finally takes his exit, waving on the way out. He tries his damnedest to not let his face show how blissed out he is. He thinks Jared catches it, though, because now he’s watching him with warm eyes like he had just earlier.
“See you tomorrow,” Jensen offers kindly.
“Six o’clock, good?”
“Perfect.”
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