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Title: Make You Love Me
Author: Audra Rose
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Especially because JA probably isn’t this much of a lightweight.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Length: 3200
Warnings: Fluff. This really, really isn’t one of those gritty, realistic rps fics. Really.
Summary: Schmoooopy morning-after in which Jensen is still tequila-challenged and Jared is slightly evil. Whistler remains cold and snowy. (companion piece to Just My Imagination.)

Notes: Hangover fic! For the Fangoria girls! Self-explanatory!




He’s not going to open his eyes again.

Jensen decides that pretty much sums up his plans for the day. No more eye opening.

Because the sun is out there. Hovering behind the huge picture window and reflecting off the snowy slope with about a zillion watts of pure, evil energy. He’d looked up earlier, when Jared had bounced out of bed on whatever cheery errand was so fucking important at dawn on their day off, and it had been like 10,000 giant flash bulbs going off in his face. He wouldn’t be surprised if he has retina damage, because that would totally explain the excruciating headache.

So eyes closed. No matter what.

He hears the outside door close downstairs, and the sound of someone moving around on the first floor of the condo. Jared or the maid, maybe. Or a serial killer. At this point he doesn’t really have a preference.

“Jen?” It’s Jared’s voice calling up the stairs, and his quick tread on the steps, so Jensen assumes no one’s coming to kill him at the moment. Too bad.

The bed dips next to him beneath the weight of Jared’s knee, shifting Jensen slightly down the inclined mattress just enough for him to add ‘not moving’ to his to-do list. The touch of a soft mouth against his shoulder-blade makes things only marginally better.

“Jesus, Jen, you’re still asleep?”

“No,” he says carefully, trying to project his voice past the pillow where he’s smashed his face and gesturing vaguely in the direction of the window. An explanation he hopes Jared should be able to grasp, even through his revoltingly happy mood.

“Oh, wow. You’re hanging, aren’t you?” He thinks he might actually be able to hear Jared smirking.

“You kidding me? No way. I’m fine.” As long as he never has to move ever, ever again.

Callused fingers skim up his side, curl around his shoulder to squeeze gently. “You’re not fine -- you’re totally hung over!”

Laughing bastard. Jensen tries to put some energy into hating him, though it’s hard now that Jared’s rubbing his knuckles into the knotted muscles around his spine.

“How can you be this bad? You told me you had like, half a shot.” Jensen can hear the faint thread of accusation in Jared’s voice, even through his own serious personal pain.

“It could have been two,” Jensen tells the pillow, feeling Jared settle beside him. “Or three.”

“Still. Dude. That’s kinda pathetic.” At least Jared’s ragging at him while his fingers are running up the back of Jensen’s head, threading through his hair so perfectly Jensen could cry. “You’re like a girl.”

Well, ha.

“Or five. It’s kind of a blur.” It had been two, but hey, if Jared’s going to be a dick about it.

“Oh.” Jared’s silent for a few seconds. The fingers stop and Jensen thinks crying’s a definite possibility, but then they start again and Jensen’s too busy melting with gratitude to really care why. “Okay, well you’re lucky, because I’ve got a cure. Best hangover cure, ever.”

“Congratulations.”

“Want to hear?”

Jensen thinks it’s probably going to involve moving, and maybe opening his eyes.

“No, I’ll just die, here. It’s cool.”

“Four Advil. Luke-warm water.”

“Death. Really. Thanks.”

“Venti macchiato from Caribou.” Said with a soft lick to his shoulder.

Jensen shifts his head and now he can smell steaming coffee, hot and strong, along with the cool scent of outside air and snow clinging to Jared’s clothes.

Okay, maybe.

“Hot bath in the Jacuzzi with the jets on low.” Jared traces a slow path up Jensen’s neck with the tip of his nose, follows it with his mouth.

Oh.

Soft bite to his earlobe, softer voice; “And after it all kicks in, I’ll blow you in the shower.”

Well, it’s not like he’s dead.

He makes Jared pull the shades before he’ll agree to lift his head from the pillow, and then Jared makes him down four little orange pills and a glass of water before he’ll let him brush his teeth, but the trade-off seems fair because the coffee might be heaven’s own actual macchiato, with the Jacuzzi as just extra proof of a divine presence in the universe. He leans his head back against the wide edge of the sunken tub and lets his body re-assemble itself.

Jared wanders back into the bathroom right around the time Jensen decides that he might actually live, and says “You sleeping?” His voice is low over the soft whoosh of the water jets.

“No. I’m just not opening my eyes. It’s kind of a plan.”

“Okay.”

The smirk is back in Jared’s voice so of course he has to look, squinting up to see Jared leaning against the door. At some point he’d changed into loose pajama pants that Jensen immediately wants to remove with his teeth.

Holy hell.

About two seconds after meeting him, Jensen had decided that Jared was really kind of obscenely hot, but there’s a whole hell of a lot of difference between appreciating someone’s hotness on a vaguely detached co-worker and friend level and having actual, physical knowledge of that hotness due to personal experience screwing each other’s brains out.

“Hey,” Jared says.

“Hey,” Jensen croaks.

He’s staring like an idiot, he knows it, but he can’t help it because Jared’s just… standing there, with his long, long legs and his slender hips beneath low slung cotton, wearing some thin t-shirt that’s clinging to his chest like it’s in love and a half-shy, half-I’m-screwing-with-you smile.

Jensen feels like he’s hypnotized, but before it can get awkward Jared just sort of unfolds himself from the doorway and crouches down beside the tub in a flex of tight muscle and smooth skin that makes Jensen’s mouth go dry.

Drier, anyway.

Jensen immediately sits up, wanting to get closer because Jared is still way too far away, but Jared’s still got that half smile on his face and he reaches out to tip Jensen’s head back.

“What…?”

“Just lean back for a second,” Jared says, and Jensen closes his eyes as warm water sluices back over his head. He thinks he can feel the very last of the pain running away with the water, and when Jared starts rubbing his scalp with something that smells like peppermint, he’s afraid he’s going to moan.

“So… oh, god… So I guess this means you’re all romantic and shit?” Voice way too shaky, but screw it. Jared seems to want to give him an orgasm though his hair.

Jared brushes soft fingers over Jensen’s cheekbones, his eyelids and passes one slow stroke of his thumb across Jensen’s mouth. Jensen debates passing out.

“Sometimes,” Jared says softly, reaching back to rinse the soap from Jensen’s hair. “Mostly when it involves naked and wet.” He runs both hands up the back of Jensen’s neck and across his scalp, setting off waves of such absolute bliss that Jensen has to open his eyes or he’s afraid he’ll dissolve into the water. Every snarky come-back he can think of scatters away at the sight of Jared’s sleepy eyes and ruffled hair.

Naked, he’d said.

Wet.

Awesome fucking idea.

He reaches out with one cupped hand to splash warm water down Jared’s chest.

“Hey…” He ignores Jared’s half –hearted protest and watches the water slide over Jared’s body, darkening his shirt and soaking the cloth of his pajamas so they cling to his legs. And become almost transparent. “You got me all wet…”

He’s got his hand buried in Jared’s hair before the words are even out of Jared’s mouth, dragging him forward onto his knees and kissing him so hard their teeth click, right before it gets open and wet and messy. And just like last night, it’s immediate and blinding; he can’t get enough, can’t get close enough, with the edge of the tub cold against his chest and Jared still way too far away.

“Come on, get in here --.”

It comes out garbled, half-spoken and half-kissed, and Jensen decides he’s going to make sure Jared understands. He gets up on his knees and reaches out, pulls hard until Jared falls forward and sloshes into the tub with him, making a surprised sound when Jensen drags his shirt off over his head.

“Jen --,” Jared starts, but then his mouth’s on Jensen’s again, and he’s kneeling up to push their bodies closer together. Pajamas follow the shirt, skimmed down Jared’s hips, and god, Jensen wants him right away, right now.

Jared pulls back a little. “Wait.”

“What?” Jensen’s confused. “Why?”

“I’m – I’m not done with your hangover cure yet.” Jared somehow finds a way to talk around Jensen’s tongue.

“That’s okay… This’ll work, too, believe me --.” Jensen tries to chase down Jared’s mouth, but --

Jared’s not cooperating.

He’s sinking down, taking Jensen with him, turning him so he ends up sitting in between Jared’s legs with Jared’s smooth chest against his back, the hard cock Jensen wants so badly snugged up tight between them, and Jared just laughing, the evil, cock-teasing, mother –

Almost hard bite to the base of his neck. “You gotta let me finish.”

Jensen gives up and just leans back into Jared’s arms, shakes his head in frustration. “You’re such a dick.”

“Guess you’re feeling better, huh?” Jared chuckles, reaches one long arm out and grabs soap, a wash cloth.

“Actually, Jay, no. I’m a little tense.”

He gets a short laugh and soft cloth skimming over his shoulders, smelling of some expensive milled soap that he’s going to spend the rest of his life associating with sex.

Hopefully.

“Last night,” Jared says, sliding the cloth down Jensen’s arm.

“Was amazing,” Jensen mumbles, distracted by Jared’s long legs pressing into his hips, the soft-rough glide of soapy cloth over his fingers.

Jared kisses Jensen’s shoulder, and Jensen can feel him smile. “Yeah, it was.” He sounds almost shy. Jared slides the cloth slowly up Jensen’s arm and over his chest, water and soap bubbles slicking down toward the water. “So how much do you remember?”

Jensen moves a little in surprise.

“About what?”

“You know.” Jared says. “The bar. Later.”

Jared shifts to look back at him, feeling a little lost. “The whole night. Everything. Why…?”

Jared shrugs, starts washing Jensen’s other arm with slow stokes of the cloth. “I don’t know – considering the great black hole of denial you fell into after Tom and Jamie’s party --.”

Not for the first time Jensen desperately wishes he could remember what happened at that party to make everyone want to toss him into rehab.

“Okay, wait a minute. That was a totally different situation – I had like, a fifth of tequila during that fucked up drinking game Mike came up with -- anyone would black out. I was lucky I didn’t end up in the emergency room, or – or on Cops.”

“Three.” Jared sounds frighteningly pleasant.

“Three what?” Jensen demands.

“Three shots, Jen. Maybe four. That’s it, that’s all you had.” Jared keeps talking over Jensen’s objections. “No, listen to me. After the first one you were gone -- you were rubbing Mike’s head stubble for luck!”

“Bullshit.” Jensen waves one soapy hand in the air to erase Jared’s words, and scoffs.

Jared looks down at him in alarm. “Hey, you’re not gonna ralph, are you?”

“No! That was – forget it. Dude, you’re high. I don’t remember that at all.”

“Exactly.” Jared sounds grimly amused. He starts rubbing soapy hands over Jensen’s chest again, drawing Jensen back against him. Then Jared pauses for a second. “You and Mike…”

A cold finger of dread reaches out and flicks Jensen right between the eyes. “Me and Mike what?”

“Well… it looked like you two were getting pretty tight.” Jared’s voice is just a little too even. He can feel Jared’s teeth press into his earlobe. Hard.

“That’s… that’s just nuts.” Jensen shakes his head. “No way.”

“He was practically in your lap.” Jared rubs slick fingers over Jensen’s nipples, making his breath hitch. Jensen shifts and Jared pushes his hips up, lets Jensen feel him getting hard again. “God, the way he was looking at you…”

“No,” he repeats. “No way.” Jensen would protest more creatively but between Jared’s hands and Jared’s cock it’s a little hard to concentrate. Jared’s breathing sounds uneven.

“Body shots, Jen.” Jared’s tongue slides across his neck like an example. “He licked salt off your stomach.” Jared slides his hands down over the area in question and just keeps going, in one long, slippery grope.

“Oh, jesus --.”

“So fucking jealous…” Whispered possessively into Jensen’s ear, Jared’s hands moving over him hard and fast. “Couldn’t even see…”

“Shouldn’t have been --.” Jensen can barely talk.

“Wanted to kill him.” Jared’s mouth is against his ear, smiling and fierce. “Or you. It was a toss up.”

“God. Lucky -- lucky I passed out, then.” Jared’s breathing hard and touching him everywhere.

Shaky laugh against his cheek. “It was a close thing, man.”

Jensen decides Jared’s having way too much fun with this.

In two seconds he’s on his knees, turning to face Jared as the water sloshes around his waist. Jared looks up at him with some freakishly attractive combination of wary and confused and hopelessly turned on, and Jensen braces his arms on either side of Jared’s head.

“I think you’re fucking with me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He pushes Jared’s damp hair back from his forehead so he can see his face, his shit-eating grin. Tugs at the long hair curling against his neck and makes him look up. “None of that happened.”

“How do you know? You don’t remember.” Hint of accusation again. Jared’s practically pouting.

“I remember enough.” Cool grass against the back of his neck. Jared leaning over him, amused and exasperated and gorgeous. “I was with you, dickwad. Almost the whole night.”

“Not the way I wanted you to be…” Jared says, so frighteningly honest that Jensen has to kiss him, and then Jared’s kneeling, too, dragging him close so that the slick feel of skin on skin is almost overwhelming.

Jensen decides he’s tired of waiting, so he makes Jared sit on the wide ledge around the tub, moving the towel he’d had beneath his head to a more comfortable position, moving himself forward between Jared’s knees so the water swishes around him in a ghost-touch over his body that’s going to drive him crazy.

Jared leans back on braced arms, looking a little stunned and never once looking away from Jensen’s face. Jensen just looks. At Jared.

Naked. Wet. And it’s a really, really good look for him, with water droplets running over his skin, slicking down his chest where his nipples are stiff and flushed, and running down his stomach to… Jensen leans down to lick the water off his hipbone.

“Oh, God, Jen…” Jared trails off when Jensen pushes his legs farther apart, muscles trembling a little when Jensen runs his thumbs over the creases at the tops of his thighs. Jared’s cock is heavy and flushed, shiny and wet and Jensen has to lick the tip, just to taste. He feels Jared’s hand convulse in his hair.

“I remember last night, too,” Jensen says softly, lips brushing the tip of Jared’s cock, making him shiver and groan. “Everything. And I know I didn’t get to do this,” he says, and licks a long stripe from base to tip.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m thinking that was a mistake.” Big hand tangling in his hair, releasing to stroke over his cheek, his neck as Jensen follows the same path back down, moving lower to gently mouth one ball, then the other. Jared sounds like he’s drowning; if they were still in the tub, Jensen would be worried.

“You like that, huh?” he asks, somewhat unnecessarily, looking up with a smile.

He gets a soft thumb stroke over his cheekbone. “Jen, you don’t even know… could come just watching you…” Jared’s thumb is on his lips, now, pushing inside to stroke once, softly, against his tongue. “Please…”

Jared sounds out of breath, desperate… and Jensen finds he doesn’t want to tease anymore. He wraps a hand around the base and leans down in one smooth glide, lets himself get used to the slide over his lips, the wide stretch of his jaw before he starts doing things with his tongue to make Jared writhe.

“God, Jen… yeah…”

He hasn’t done this in awhile, and his throat is starting to feel raw and used, but Jared’s whispering to him in that gravelly voice and moving his hips like he can’t help it, like this is the best thing ever. He keeps going until Jared goes kind of crazy, rhythm so rough and uneven that Jensen has to move back to compensate.

“Fucking hell --,” Jared says suddenly, and drags Jensen up his body, stronger than Jensen expects, until he’s practically on top of Jared, cock sliding across Jared’s skin so smoothly that he almost sees stars.

“You could have finished --.” Jensen gasps.

“ – didn’t want to hurt you,” Jared breathes, and damn it, Jared shouldn’t say things like that, things that leave him so exposed, so open – because then Jensen just wants to make sure no one hurts Jared, either.

“Okay,” he whispers. “Okay,” and it’s easy to take care of Jared, bring him off with soapy fingers and a slick palm, just a few pulls before Jared is touching him, too and then it feels kind of endless and dizzying and good.

When they sink back into the water Jensen is the one who pulls Jared down, lets Jared lean back against his chest. Jared immediately turns his head so his cheek’s against Jensen’s shoulder, like he doesn’t mind showing Jensen how much he likes this, wants this, and Jensen starts to worry about the survival skills of obscenely hot, romantic morons.

“I told you the truth last night,” Jensen says abruptly. Wanting to give Jared something, too. “I knew exactly what I was doing. It’s just…my family… not really drinkers, you know? Just wasn’t something I did, even in high school. Beer’s fine, but the hard stuff… it doesn’t take too much to get me messed up. I guess. Maybe.” He shifts against Jared uncomfortably.

“Cheap date, huh?” Jensen can tell without looking down at him that the smirk is back.

“Yeah, whatever.” Jensen’s already regretting this. “And I’ll deny it, so just keep it quiet, okay? I have to work with these people.”

Jared lifts his face into the side of Jensen’s head, burying it in his hair, and Jensen can feel his chest shake as he laughs. “Babe, I think everyone already knows.”

Jensen has to laugh, too. “Yeah, okay. Fuck off.” But it’s hard to sound pissed while kissing someone’s temple, and there’s a warm place inside that flickers at Jared’s words. He thinks he better start worrying about his own survival skills.

“I was gonna blow you in the shower,” Jared mumbles into his neck, sounding half asleep already.

“All kinds of hangover cures, Jay.” Jensen reconsiders. “But we can try yours, too.”



End