dephigravity | Fic: Going Down

Title: Going Down
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2001
Disclaimer: Don't own them but I sure wish I did.
Summary: Jared could just be what Jensen needs at the end of the day, too bad he can't bring himself to talk to the man. Far more observant than Jensen realizes, Jared decides it's time to take matters into his own hands.
A/N: Written for

bekkis's prompt I'm going down over at

salt_burn_porn. Thank you to

transfixeddream for his vigilant beta.

Jensen rubs at his eyes under the frame of his glasses and sighs. It's a simple thing to do at the end of another grueling day at work, but somehow it always works. It brings him back to his center and calms him. Jensen adjusts the lenses on his nose and slams his back to the wall. He nearly groans with the thought of his head hitting the pillow.

He combs his fingers through the loose spikes of his hair. Closing his eyes, he breathes deep and relaxed, his lungs filling out to stretch the fabric of his shirt tighter across his chest.

He is so far gone that he doesn't quite notice when someone enters the elevator until the screeching of the gate fills his ears.

"What floor?" the voice says.

Jensen drops his head forward, blinks his eyes open to see thin lips pulled into a smile. His eyes work their way up, stalling at the small distinct mole before meeting the guy's gaze.

He's mesmerized, lost somewhere in between a sea of hazel and the thick strands of dark brown hair falling against his cheek. Thoughts fail to process as he continues to stare, barely aware when the guy's lips begin to move again. Shit, but this guy is hot. He's tall and built like a brick house; muscles clear under his clothes, thick arms stretching the sleeves of his shirt. He's every dirty fantasy Jensen's ever had all rolled up into one, and fuck.

"Floor? You okay there, man?" he says, turning further back, giving Jensen an even better view.

Jensen quickly commits his features to memory, sinking his line of sight to the floor. "Twelve," he says, muttering more than he intends, mildly embarrassed.

He doesn't notice, or at least pretends not to notice Jensen's staring, just pushes the button that causes the car to lurch and make its ascent to the twelfth floor. It's made even slower as Jensen tries to cover his interested dick with his briefcase, cursing fate for trapping him in such a confined space with someone so entirely his type.

Jensen all but flies out of the compartment when they reach the floor, brushing under the guy's extended arm when he lifts the gate, desperate to get away. He hears him say something he doesn't quite catch as the wheels start to grind, taking the guy up and out of sight but not before he catches the name embroidered on the left side of his chest. Jared.

He reaches into his pocket to find his keys, the added tightness excruciating as his pants rub against his dick. No sooner than the door is slammed shut, his briefcase is tossed to the couch and he is fumbling to get his dick out. Already soaking his underwear with pre-come, he pulls it through the seam of his boxers and the fly of his slacks. Fuck!

It doesn't take him long, a few dozen frantic strokes with the image of that thin-lipped smile burned into the back of his eyelids and his name choked out through hitched breaths. He comes, still standing just inside the loft, shooting onto the hardwood.

Still holding his cock, he relaxes his jaw and rubs the back of his neck. Has to admit, Jared was just the kind of thing he needed to unwind tonight, even if he couldn't bring himself to say anything to him other than the floor number. Give him an auditorium full of clients any day, but one on one conversations with men of Jared's caliber were beyond nerve racking.

He crosses the room, cock still hanging out his pants as he makes his way to the shower.

Scrubbing himself clean and throwing on a loose pair of pajama pants, he grabs his case. Skimming the briefs doesn't stand a chance as his mind betrays him, drifting back to those eyes, that hair, that irresistible and perfectly placed collection of moles dotting his face. God, the things he would let Jared do to him.

~~~

Jared's already in the elevator when it reaches Jensen's floor the next morning. More than eager, he opens raises the gate to allow Jensen entrance. Jensen could swear his smile is even wider today, to Jensen's dismay. Not that he minds, because it's going to give him jerk-off fodder for at least another week, but he really doesn't want to walk into the office with a hard on. Some guys get off on chiseled abs and pecks, and Jared's got those working for him too, but nothing gets to Jensen more than an alluring smile.

Couple that smile with a body of a fuckin' Adonis and Jensen is already feeling the stirring of his dick again.

It's like he has been possessed by some sexually ravenous teenager, and somehow he gets the impression that Jared knows it.

Jared runs a hand through his hair, eyes glinting. It takes an impressive amount of self-restraint on Jensen's part not to focus on the quaking ripple of muscle caught beneath the cuff of his sleeve. A cut-off sound catches in his throat, as he walks in, trying to cram himself as far into the corner as he can manage.

Jared watches his every move, makes a subdued noise that Jensen is fairly certain is a snicker directed at him. Lurching forward, Jared pulls down the gate and presses the button.

"Goin' down, I presume," he says, a playful and wicked timbre in his voice. As he takes his place against the back of the compartment, he leans back, hips cocked out and pivoting towards Jensen. Fuck it if Jensen's eyes aren't immediately drawn to his crotch, his mind filling in the blanks of what could possibly be underneath the well-worn denim. Fat cock, long and hard, because this guy's gotta be proportionate, and—

Jensen makes eye contact for a split second, and Jared's smirk widens, dimples etching deeper into his cheeks. His thumbs are looped through the short straps holding back his belt. Jensen kind of wants to fall to his knees right there, suck his cock dry and relish every last drop. Fuck all to whoever is at the disadvantage once the elevator stops and opens.

Jensen's got to get out of here, away from Jared before he- Fuck.

He desperately tries to force his eyes to stop their slow progression downward. Down his cotton covered chest, over the small bumps of his stiff nipples. Down further still over what have to be tightly toned and firm abs, the dip of his navel can just be made out through the tight fabric. And then there's a break of tanned skin disappearing into his jeans and those hands, hung just to the sides, leaving nothing to the imagination.

His inner voice finally wins, warning him to look away before he is too obvious, a point that Jensen knows he's already passed. Stepping to the front of the compartment, he presses the button again and again, fruitlessly as though it would make the descent end any faster.

Warm breath falls on his neck, and he freezes as hands slider underneath the flaps of his blazer. Any semblance of personal space dissolves in seconds.

"You know I noticed. The way you look at me. The way you want to fuck me," Jared says. "You're not exactly subtle." Jared laughs, a hot breath of air across Jensen's neck. Jared's hands continue to snake around him, clawing at his shirt as he feels the faint touch of a lip against his ear.

"It's okay, I want it too. Can't stop thinking about you since yesterday. God, the things I dreamt about you, what I would do to you," he says.

Jensen can't control himself when the first kiss lands on the crook of his neck, he leans back into Jared. He feels the firmness of his chest as it presses against his back, hands rubbing even more tauntingly over his hips and belly.

Jared sneaks one hand away, places it around Jensen's wrist right above his watch and languidly drags his nails up the arm of his jacket. Jensen feels his hand as it grazes the smooth skin of his neck and strokes at the line of his jaw, and then turns him into Jared—into his lips.

At first the kiss is tender, dry lips on dry lips. Then Jared laps once, twice, almost delicately before working it in harder, rougher.

Powerful hands grab at Jensen's hips, breaking the kiss to turn him around and shoving him against the gate. Jensen's grunt is cut off by Jared's mouth.

The elevator halts, a loud creak of wheels and gears when Jared slams the stop button. His eyes are shameless, hungry as Jensen stares into them and attempts to breathe. Jared doesn't give him a chance before he is crushing nose to nose against him, lips nipping fiercely and fervently.

Jared's tugging at his shirt now, pulling it from his trousers as he works the leather through the metal clasp. Jensen's blood is pounding in his ears, dull only to the sound of his zipper being dragged down, and the warmth of Jared's hand as it slides inside. He moans loudly into the kiss as Jared grabs his cock through his boxers, an almost vice-like squeeze, cruel but oh so fucking good.

He wants to protest as Jared pulls away. Jared kisses down his cheek and neck, and licks a trail down his dress shirt and tie. Jensen's hands card their way through Jared's hair as he works his way down his body, tugging tight for purchase when Jared drops to his knees.

He's hyperaware as Jared reaches in, pulls out his cock this time. Jared looks up at him for a second, flashes him that sinful grin. Jensen gives him a weak smile in return which falls open as Jared flicks out his tongue, tasting him.

Jensen adjusts himself, getting the cool bar wedged from between his shoulder blades into a more comfortable position. The warm heat causes him to buck unexpectedly as it spreads over his head, tremors careening though his body as Jared slips his lips over his shaft, hot and wet. Jared's cheeks bulge as he takes more of Jensen's cock in, then hollow as he glides back off with a squelching pop.

The almost lazy way Jared goes about it is incredible, as it were the most natural thing in the world for him. But what Jensen thinks is incredible is soon shattered all to hell when Jared goes full force: sucking and licking, pausing only to whip his hand almost painfully the length of Jensen's dick. Jensen thrusts into Jared's hand in a frenzied struggle for more.

Jared's back on, lips down to the root as his nose nuzzles into his pants and shirt flaps, and his skilled throat muscles putting just the right amount of pressure on Jensen's dick. A few more slides and Jensen knows he's gone, feels the intensity build and finally give way as he fills Jared's mouth.

Jared refuses to let go, sucking harder until it starts to hurt, oversensitive and done in. Jensen pushes against his shoulders, urging him off.

A trickle of come falls down Jared's chin as he stands back up and kisses him, and Jensen can taste the bitterness of his own spunk still on Jared's tongue.

Jensen fumbles for the button. Pressing it, the elevator shutters and once again creaks downward as Jared sucks a bruise just below the line of his collar.

"14 C," Jared mumbles into his skin.

"What?"

"Come on up when you get off of work," Jared says, smirking as he tucks Jensen's dick back inside his pants.

Jensen bites his lip and nods, trying to ignore the flare of excitement as he tucks in his shirt and they reach the bottom. "I get off around six," he says and tugs at the gate.

Jared leans in for a quick nip at his ear. "I'll be here."