“How’s the arm?” Jensen asks softly, eyebrows knitting together in concern when he sees Jared wince. He puts his hand on him, gently massaging his injured shoulder. “Still painful, huh?”
Jared nods - he feels pretty drained from all the stuff they’d done on set today; he hadn’t had surgery that long ago, and he’s still recovering. “I mean, I’ve been injured before, but this might be the most inconvenient injury yet.”
Jensen can’t help the small grin on his face. “Yeah?” he says, teasingly. “And why’s that?”
He makes a face, looking up behind him. “Um, no sex, for one. And no masturbation.”
“That why you’re so cranky?” Jensen’s still rubbing his shoulder, looking down at him thoughtfully. “Want some help?”
Jared’s face immediately gets hot. “Um - dude, no offense, but...did you just offer to jerk me off?”
Jensen pulls away, his eyes suddenly heated. “Wouldn’t be the first time it happened, Jared.”
They’ve been playing this game for over ten years now - back and forth they go, trapped in an endless dance.
Jared swallows hard, closing his eyes. “Touch me, then.”
Jensen comes around to the front of his friend - his partner, really, after all this time - and leans down. “What’re you so afraid of, man?”
He swallows hard. “Relationships.”
Jensen reaches out, letting his fingers trail over Jared’s cheek. “C’mon. It’s okay. Let me...just...hm - lean back on those pillows. There you go. Okay.” He reaches down between Jared’s legs - flicks open the buttons on his jeans, sticking his hand down the front of his underwear - and just starts to rub him.
Jared’s eyes close, and he finds his free hand gripping Jensen’s arm as he’s rubbed. Doesn’t take him long to get to hard and leaking, his body coiled tightly. “Jensen...” he breathes out, toes curling on the bed.
Jensen leans over, quickening his pace. “Go on a date with me,” he suddenly says, lips grazing Jared’s cheek. “Go on a date with me, and we can see if this is anything more than...this. Which - c’mon, man. It’s gotta be, right?”
“U-Uh...” Jared whispers, bottom lip caught between his teeth. His stomach’s clenching, balls drawn up tight in his underwear. Fuck, there’s enough pre-come there to be uncomfortable later. “We - we c-can’t. What about...”
“It’s 2014. No one’s gonna say shit - if anything, I think people will be celebrating. Right?”
Jared arches his back, and there it is; he’s coming all over Jensen’s hand, gasping through the aftershocks, hips jerking up to milk it for all it’s worth. “J-Jensen...f-fuck...okay. A date.”
Jensen smiles, pressing a kiss to Jared’s sweaty temple. “Good boy,” he says, and his voice is soft; affectionate. “Don’t gotta be scared of me, man. I ain’t gonna screw this up. Okay?”
“Okay.”
