Title: The Effects of Pumpkin Spice Caffeine Bombs
Rating: NC-17 for language, sexual situations
Length: 3,233 words
Summary: Jared and Jensen at a bookstore. Jared drinks a lot of coffee. Hijinks follow.
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen continue on their merry way doing absolutely nothing I tell them to do. Damn.
Author’s Note: The best prompter/enabler in all of LJ, wendy, and I were talking about Jared and Jensen and bookstores and over-caffeination and well, this is what happened. So, this one’s for you, baby! Thanks to the fabulous strippedpink for reading this over before I posted. (Thanks also to both Rach and Linds for title help!)
ETA: I did post a few hundred words of this on my NaNo Crazy Fic project filter a few days ago, in case it seems familiar to those of you who asked to be on that filter. :)
"I am never letting you order your own drink again, dude. You're already starting to vibrate." Jensen rolled his eyes, settled further back into the blue speckled armchair. He lifted his own coffee to his mouth and took a sip.
Jared, who barely seemed to fit in the regulation bookstore-sized comfy chair across from Jensen, just grinned back. His leg bounced a little, and Jensen looked pointedly at it, eyebrow raised.
“What? It’s a perfectly legitimate drink.”
“Dude, it’s a triple shot, whole milk pumpkin spice latte.” Jensen stared at Jared, unblinking.
Jared looked at his frothy drink, frowning slightly. “It’s...really good, though.”
Jensen shook his head slightly, took another sip of his own black coffee and flipped a page in the magazine in his lap. He spoke without looking up. “I can’t decide which is going to be worse. The sugar rush or the excessive caffeine. Either way...not pretty.”
“I don’t know, Jensen, I think you’re very pretty.”
“Fucker.” Jensen didn’t look up. “I was talking about you.”
Jared pushed out his bottom lip right as Jensen flicked his eyes up for a second. He leaned forward, knee bumping Jensen’s gently. His voice dropped in both volume and tone. “You don’t think I’m pretty, Jensen? Gonna hurt my feelings.”
Jensen looked around briefly, realized absolutely no one was paying them the least bit of attention. He muttered under his breath, looking up at Jared through his eyelashes. “Never said that.”
Shifting further forward in his chair, Jared pressed both knees to Jensen’s. “Never said I was, though.” He fluttered his eyelashes, ran his fingers through his thick, unruly hair.
Eyes rolling, Jensen cocked his head to the side. “Fine. You’re pretty.”
“Dude.” Jensen shook his head, took another swig of his coffee as it finally reached a more drinkable temperature. “What is your deal? First, you wake my ass up at 8 in the morning on a Sunday and tell me you need a pumpkin spice whatever-the-fuck and now this?”
Jared gestured vaguely at Jensen’s face. “You know you get this line right between your eyes when you scold me. It reminds me of the face you make sometimes when I’ve got my fingers up your -“
“Don’t finish that sentence, Jared, or I’m taking away your caffeinated sugar drink.”
Jared leaned forward, slipped one hand onto Jensen’s knee. His thumb circled on the inside, catching on the inseam of his jeans on each revolution. “And Jensen, really...surely you remember how I woke you up this morning?”
Jensen snapped his head up, face flushing with heat. The blurry image of Jared’s head bobbing over his cock when he pried his eyes open that morning coming straight to mind. He shifted in his seat, his dick apparently remembering how good it felt as well. Still, Jared needed to learn the tiniest bit of self-control. They were in public, for fuck’s sake.
“You make a good point, Jared.” Jensen’s voice was steady, even and as usual, it made Jared sit up and take notice.
Jared grinned, nodding.
“Fine, fine. Christ.” Jensen leaned forward, wetting his lips. “You know what, Jared, I just don’t think of you as pretty.”
Jared frowned, nearly sat back in his seat. The half-smile on Jensen’s face seemed to make him pause, as it caught his attention.
Jensen continued, “Fact is, you’re the hottest fucking guy I’ve ever kissed, touched, fucked, been fucked by and oh yes, met.” Jensen ticked off each word with a finger, ending with the thumb. He sat back in his seat, mouth still turned up in a smirk. “Now, hush. I’m trying to read about the ten best ways to satisfy my lover.” Jensen shook the page of the magazine and turned his attention back to it, ignoring Jared gaping at him like a landed fish.
Jared made sputtering, unintelligible noises for a few seconds as he sat back in his chair. He knocked into Jensen’s feet with his own and sipped his latte, frowning. This went on for a few minutes, as Jensen completely ignored Jared, studying the glossy pages of Esquire as if it held the secret to life itself. Jared drank and shifted and sighed, nudging Jensen’s feet periodically.
Without lifting his eyes, Jensen spoke. “They make medication for that, Jared. Or better yet, you could try reading something instead of pouting. We are in a bookstore, if you didn’t notice in your caffeinated haze.”
“You are just so cute in the morning, Jensen. Seriously, ever consider a morning talk show? Maybe some children’s programming?” Jared cocked his head to the side, giving Jensen a look. “And yeah, I did notice where we are. In public.”
When Jensen looked up to meet his eyes, he groaned. He knew that look. It usually preceeded sneaking off for half-naked groping and brain-melting kisses. Jared had such a public places kink. “Dude. We are not doing anything here.” He gestured around them, eyebrows lifted.
Jared blinked, snapping the connection. “I do not know what you are talking about, Jensen. I am just sitting here enjoying my luscious, sweet, creamy latte and watching you read. Is that a crime?” He blinked his eyes, the very picture of innocence.
However, since Jensen had known Jared for more than, oh, five minutes, he saw right through his act. The fact that Jared was also licking his lips of some stray foam, very, very slowly, was another clue. “I’m not going anywhere ‘til this coffee is gone, Jared. You got me up early and that’s the price.” Jensen pointedly took another sip of his coffee, the cup only about half-empty.
Jared drained his cup then and stood up. Jensen tried to avoid looking at him, but it was fairly difficult to not notice 6’4” of Jared towering over you. He lifted his eyebrows questioningly, but Jared just half-smiled, nodded, and then walked away. “Deal.”
Sitting up straight, Jensen looked over his shoulder and watched Jared leave. He frowned, wondering if Jared could actually be pissed off. It didn’t seem like him. At all. Seemed more likely he was up to something. He watched Jared toss his cup in the trash and then head further back into the bookstore. Jensen pursed his lips. Well, at least he wasn’t leaving. That would be bad, since they came in Jared’s SUV. He probably thought Jensen would just cave and follow him into the art and photography books for a covert makeout session, but Jensen could show willpower. He had already caved and told Jared what a fucking hottie he was that morning. Now was the time to try not to be a puppy on Jared’s leash.
The next five minutes passed very slowly, Jensen trying to read the article on new grooming tips and enjoy his coffee and failing utterly at both. Even when he was trying to get them arrested for lewd acts in public, Jared made even the most mundane lazy Sundays feel better. Jensen twitched the muscle in his jaw as he flipped the magazine closed. He had never thought this thing with Jared would develop the way it had. He had known he was pretty much doomed once he had spent his first hour with Jared, but it didn’t occur to him that it would go beyond a physical attraction, a lust that made his whole body go on alert whenever Jared looked at him. Now, he had feelings for Jared and it was really fucking inconvenient in the world they both lived in. And still...he wouldn’t have it any other way.
And Christ, where the fuck was Jared anyway?
Jensen took another drink from his coffee cup just as a set of hands he knew intimately came down heavy on his shoulders. Jared’s voice in his ear was a thick drawl, all Texas and sex. “Almost ready to fuck, Jensen?”
In the aftermath, half of Jensen’s coffee went down his throat, the other half all over his shirt. Luckily, he had been almost finished.
“Jesus fuck, Jared!” Jensen jumped, but was held in the chair by the not insubstantial strength of the arms holding him down.
Jared’s breath was warm against his ear and way too calm. Jensen thought maybe he was in trouble. “Jensen. Shh. We’re in a bookstore, dude.” He leaned forward, his face alongside Jensen’s. “Tsk. You spilled your coffee.” Releasing one shoulder, Jared reached forward and snagged the empty cup from Jensen’s hand. “Oh. Look. It seems your cup is empty. How about I help you get that cleaned up?” He shook the cup in his hand.
A sudden urge to knock Jared into the nearest shelf, wall, or display of half-priced books on the art of ancient Rome possessed Jensen. What would happen next, he was still debating. There was just this need to get his hands on Jared and move him, push him, touch him. He tensed under Jared’s hands, trying to maintain what was left of his cool. The lukewarm coffee drying on his t-shirt was not really helping with keeping his calm, collected image. He was starting to really, spectacularly fail.
“Yeah, let’s get home. I can change.” Jensen mentally congratulated himself for his reaction. As if this conversation was purely about spilled coffee and laundry and other such things. Two could play at this game.
Jared’s fingers slid down and dug into his upper arm. Without warning, he jerked up, half-lifting Jensen from his feet. Fuck, he was strong. And double fuck, it was a turn-on. Jensen never thought he’d get off on someone being physically dominant, but with Jared, it seemed all kinds of ‘nevers’ were becoming ‘absolutely and right now pleases’. To avoid more of a scene than they were already on their way to creating, Jensen stood the rest of the way up, successfully shaking off Jared’s arm. As if it bothered him to be manhandled a little. Again with the yes, please.
Jared stepped up to him, right past his circle of personal space and directly into his face. His voice was pitched low, careful. “Now, Jensen. I know you don’t like a ‘scene.’ But believe you me, if you don’t come with me right the fuck now, these armchairs are going to see more action than they ever have and there will be a scene. I fucking guarantee we will not be welcome back in this particular branch of Chapters again.”
“That some kind of threat, Jared?” Jensen’s eyes flashed as he tried to contain his laughter, scanning Jared’s face. He noticed that Jared was not actually touching him at all. Not even a finger on him at the moment. Just a breath away, held in check.
“You know me better than that, don’t you, Jensen?” He leaned in, mouth grazing Jensen’s ear, sending a sudden shock down his spine. “It’s a guarantee.”
Jensen swallowed. The smile that spread across his face was full of dirty promise and he could see Jared’s face open with pleasure in response. Jared spun on his heel, and headed in the exact opposite direction Jensen expected.
He followed, hoping no one would notice his sudden and painful erection. Jensen hissed after Jared, “Wrong fucking way, Jared.”
The broad shoulders did not even turn as Jared made his way deeper into the store. “Come on, Jensen, that coffee is going to stain if you don’t put some water on it.” His voice was completely normal, in both volume and tone and Jensen cursed under his breath. He smiled at a few fellow customers and came up to walk beside Jared.
He grinned up at him in a purely innocuous manner, but his eyes put a quick hitch into Jared’s walk. “Good point, man.” Jensen was starting to think that going along with Jared this morning was actually to his benefit. He could teach him about self-control later.
Approximately six seconds after entering the men’s restroom, Jared had checked the stalls and shoved Jensen into the largest one at the end. With his back pressed against cool tile and Jared pressed against his chest, warm and heavy, Jensen decided for certain that getting up early on Sunday morning was not so bad after all.
Jared’s hand closed around his lower ribcage, thumb digging into his skin. Without a word, his mouth closed over Jensen’s, driving him back further. Jensen’s head bounced lightly against the wall, but he ignored the sharp little pain in favor of pushing back into Jared, making the kiss deep and dirty. His hands came up to grab Jared’s waist, fingers digging into the waistband of his jeans.
Hands crossing and getting tangled with each other, they both laughed. Jared held up one finger, grinning broadly. “Jensen, your shirt. We just have to get that off. It’ll be ruined.”
Jensen nodded with a faux serious frown. “Absolutely. Very thoughtful, Jared.” He slid out from between Jared and the wall and reached over his shoulders to tug the t-shirt up and over. He heard Jared moan a little, his hand splayed on Jensen’s abs before he even got the shirt all the way off. In the next breath, he was up against the wall again, bare skin kissing cold porcelain. He gasped a little in surprise. Jared’s mouth caught his again and he tasted like spice and sugar and it sent a bolt of warmth straight through him.
Jared pushed up against him again, and Jensen could feel how much Jared was enjoying this pretty easily. Jensen’s hands finally untangled from his t-shirt and slid under Jared’s, fingers pushing up and over the ridges of muscle he found there. Jared’s tongue pushed against his, hard and firm, and Jensen’s mind forgot for just a minute where they were.
He broke the kiss, eyes cutting toward the door to the stall. Any second now the outer door could open. “Jared. We’re going to get caught in here.” Jensen rolled his head to the side, trying to keep up the protest even as Jared’s tongue teased his neck, the hollow at the end of his collarbone. “Fuck.” His fingers dug into Jared’s skin, anchoring him.
“I don’t fucking care, Jensen. I can’t...there’s no way I can wait.” Jared’s hands moved rapidly over Jensen’s skin, fingertips just touching here, then there, ghosting downward.
Jensen laughed softly, the touch tickling him. “It’s the caffeine and sugar, dude. You’re just hyper.”
“Not hyper.” Jared was sliding lower now, mouth and teeth working over Jensen’s chest. His teeth caught on Jensen’s nipple, making him tense and jump. “Horny. Big difference.”
“Jesus.” Jensen’s hand fell on Jared’s head, fingers instantly twining in Jared’s hair. Jared’s mouth trailed warm and wet, lower and lower. He let his head fall back against the wall again, ignoring the chill chasing over his skin. Jared’s warm fingers slipped into his jeans, working the buckle of his belt and button and halfway through the zipper before Jensen could get his mouth working again. “Seriously, this is...fucking hell...a bad idea. We’re going to get caught any second.” Jared’s teeth continued nibbling on the skin just above his cock, which was somehow already out of his pants and Jensen could only think he was both losing this game and winning the grand prize all at once.
“Well, Jensen.” Jared paused, as Jensen’s eyes found their way down his stomach to find his. He touched his tongue to Jensen’s cock, a soft lick. “You’ll just need to come for me real quick-like, okay?”
Jensen’s mouth moved, but no words would come as Jared’s tongue danced the length of his very hard cock and there was warmth enough to make his eyes roll back in his head and his hands tighten in Jared’s hair.
Public places be damned. Jared could suck his dick in the middle of fucking Main Street if he wanted to.
Jensen bit his bottom lip nearly in half, thinking that the least he could do to keep this mind-bending blowjob from ending early was keep it quiet. Jared’s hands shifted over his hips, rough skin over soft. He shifted one hand to hold the base of Jensen’s cock and began to suck him off in earnest, fast and wet and hard.
Breathing hard and sharp, Jensen pulled on Jared’s hair, trying to stay on his feet, trying not to let loose a string of swear words a mile long as Jared seemed intent on him doing just that.
In the next moment, before he could let himself worry one more time about the door opening or moaning too loud, Jared pressed his fingers against sensitive skin just as he pulled on Jensen’s cock a bit harder than before and it was all over. He was coming like a freight train, moaning and swearing and gripping Jared’s hair so hard he expected to come away with fistfuls of it.
When he was empty and Jared was wiping his mouth, Jensen slid down the wall slowly, knees straddling, mouth finding Jared’s quickly. He could taste himself and sweetness and when Jared’s hand brushed his cheek entirely too gently, he realized just how much Jared fucking owned him. The bathroom of a chain bookstore and Jensen was contemplating if they could get away with doing anything else. However, with the speed at which they doled out coffee in this place, someone was bound to need the facilities pretty soon.
The kiss broke with a half-sigh and Jensen rested his head against the wall, eyes sliding lazily over Jared’s pink-flushed cheeks and wicked little grin.
“Are you still sorry I woke your cranky self up this morning and dragged you here, Jensen?”
Jensen wet his lips, reached over to find his t-shirt and pull it over his head. It was still clammy with now-cold coffee and he grimaced. Jared stood up, offered a hand up to Jensen, who took it, tucking himself in his pants and fastening them up. He shook his head, still not answering Jared as he slipped out into the bathroom proper. After they washed their hands and left the restroom, Jared jumped when Jensen’s hand slid up under the back of his shirt and brushed the warm skin there.
“I wouldn’t have been so cranky if you explained the effect of excess caffeine and sugar on your libido, Jared.” He smiled at him, letting his hand slide back out.
Jensen glanced down at Jared’s jeans, noticed that he could really use some assistance. He quirked an eyebrow at the bulge in Jared’s pants, which Jared quickly hid with his oversize hoodie, smirking.
Jensen smiled, jerked his head toward the exit. “Why don’t you meet me in the car, Jared?”
Jared pulled his eyebrows together in question.
“I’m going to get you another one of those pumpkin spice caffeine bombs.” Jensen grinned, eyebrows lifting.
Jared nodded, smiling, and turned toward the door with his hands in his hoodie’s pockets.
Jensen closed the distance in a few quick strides, snatching Jared’s sleeve. “Backseat, Jared.” He slapped him heartily on the shoulder, turning toward the coffeeshop. When he was a good twenty feet away, he heard Jared and that booming voice which carried so effortlessly through the crowded bookstore.
“Hey, Jensen, by the way. It had nothing to do with the coffee.” Grinning, he reached for the door, laughing all the way to the parking lot.
Jensen ordered the largest frothiest pumpkin whatever they had. Just in case.
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