Unexpected fic :)

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Title: Unfold in a Generous Way
Author: loony_moony 
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,865 (hahahahah stupid livejournal and your 10K character limit)
Warnings: Nothing really
A/N: Written for memphis86's prompt: "J2 AU: One's a masseuse. One's a cranky Wall Street executive. Sexiness and rumpled clothing ensues" for her fabulous happy endings meme. I might write a small sequel for this in the near future. :)
The title is from a song by Bjork called "Undo".
Feedback: Is adored
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this, bah, humbug.

Unfold in a Generous Way

Katie stops him on the way out of the office. "Wednesday, 6:45 on the dot. Equinox spa on Columbus Circle. Be there."

She hands Jared a voucher. Jared stares at it, nonplussed. "What?" He sounds harsher than he intends, and flinches a little.

Katie raises an eyebrow. "You, my friend, look as tense as my in-laws do when tax season starts. I got you an appointment with the best masseuse Equinox got to steal from Bliss, and you're going to go to it. And then you're going to get all this hostility out, because frankly? You're starting to make my mother-in-law look human."

"Katie, no. I don't need some whoever to tell me I need to relax as they put on some elevator music and beat the shit out of me. My personal trainer manages to do that just fine." And he has the body to prove it, thankfully.

Katie points a finger at him. This is not an idle threat. "What did I say, Padalecki? No is not an answer. You have a meeting Thursday with Deutsche Bank, and if you go like this, you're gonna get all those rich Germans wound up. Do you know what happens when Germans get wound up?"

"No..."

"They give me more clauses for the due-diligence. And then I go and break your hands, that's what."

She probably could, scarily enough. Jared lifts his unbroken hands in a placating gesture. "Alright, alright. I'll go."

Katie nods. "And don't think I won't call the spa to check up whether you've actually done it."

Jared tries to massage his forehead with his fingers.

**

On Wednesday evening, wrung out and so knotted up he's actually flinching a little, Jared goes to the fucking spa after work. He checks in, is told his masseuse is a little late, and why don't you get a refreshing drink as we give you a robe, Mr. Pacalicki?

He's too tired to even correct the dumb greeter, and quietly goes to change into the robe. Which barely reaches to his knees. God forbid anyone above 6' would ever want to wear those things. As he gets back downstairs to the spa, his masseuse is already waiting for him.

He holds out a hand. "Jared, right? Hi, I'm Jensen."

Jared wearily grasps it, warm and slight pressure and heeeeey. His gaze shoots up from their clasped hands to Jensen's face, and dear god, is he actually that tired, he hasn't noticed his masseuse looks like a fucking wet dream?

This is going to be the most awkward massage ever. Jared suddenly realizes he hasn't even said a word for several minutes. He clears his throat quickly. "Uh, hi. Nice to meet you."

Jensen looks fondly amused, scanning his face, probably seeing all the premature wrinkles and bags under his eyes. He gestures towards the hallway beyond the greeter's desk. "Wanna start? We'll be in room number 12."

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Jensen gives him one more quick smile, and turns to lead the way. Jared blinks a couple of times in shock, sends a quick prayer to whatever gods out there to not let him get an erection, then tries and fails not to stare at Jensen's ass flexing in those loose pants as he moves.

**

 

They get in the room, and it's the standard luxurious massage room, with the dim, subtle lighting, the table with the oils and the big, long padded table. Jensen dims the lights even a little more, then starts the music, which turns out to not be the elevator kind, but actually nature sounds of the tropic kind.

Great, that's just great. Now he's going to be lying on that table, fantasising about fucking Jensen in a hut in the middle of the rainforest, all through the hot, humid night.

"Weird, I know. But I find that a better alternative to muzak anyday." Jared jumps a little at Jensen's voice. His low, warm, slightly raspy voice. The one that would sound so wonderful murmuring dirty dreams in his ear, incredible around his cock. Fuck.

"Anyway, I'm gonna step outside the room for a little bit, and let you get out of that robe, and all settled face down on that table. If you feel a little self-conscious", he sounds amused again, "you can put a towel over yourself. See you in a few minutes." He quirks another warm smile down Jared's way, and gets out of the room silently.

Jared stands in the middle of the place, takes off his robe and lying down on the table, cursing Katie all the way. Stupid co-workers and their stupid connections sending him to stupidly beautiful guys with sexy voices who make him all fucking hot and flustered like he's seventeen again and watching Queer as Folk for the first time.

"Hey, Jared, can I come in?" Jensen's voice filters through the door.

"Yeah," Jared says, then says it again slightly louder. The door opens, and Jared can barely hear Jensen's tread as he walks in.

He does, however, hear the small gasp and the sudden stop in Jensen's steps. Weird, but possibly promising. He hopes he's not reading this wrong.

Jensen clears his throat a little nervously, and his voice is a bit breathless as he talks. "So, I'm starting with your legs, and work my way up. Depending on how tense you are, I'm guessing a lot, I'll stop and work more closely on whatever needs loosening up."

Like his cock. His cock definitely needs some loosening up. Possibly his ass too. Whatever Jensen's into more, Jared isn't picky. He is, however, already fully hard and pressing into the table, just like he feared.

Jensen tinkers with something on the side table, and then Jared feels a warm, slightly callused hand working his left foot. He groans, because that's just heaven. It's heaven. Jensen works one foot, then the other, and Jared is already contentedly mashing his face into the towels surrounding the face doughnut, arousal becoming less and less sharp, and more sort of hazy, euphoric.

Jensen works up his calves, into his thighs, kneading muscle systematically, ruthlessly, and joints delicately. His hands are pure magic. Jared's pretty sure he would happily pay any sum of money to have those hands on him 24/7. Any part of him. And then one of Jensen's hands ghosts over his right asscheek as he moves a towel over his warm, loose legs, and it's even better.

Jared revises his definition for being high when Jensen starts on his back. It's a deep, efficient massage that really works hard on all the kinks and knots in his spine and sides, all the way to his shoulder blades, and Jared has a lot of back and knots, okay? But all he feels is pleasure slightly edged with the need to feel those hands on his cock.

Jensen's hands move into his neck, thumbs pressing up the root of his head, fingers tangling in his hair gently. Possibly caressing. Okay, maybe definitely caressing. Jared's maybe getting a little bit more horny than euphoric.

 

"Okay, turn over to your back. I'll hold the towel up," said huskily, and Jared thinks, fuck it. He starts turning before Jensen can hide completely behind that towel and lies on his back, because really? His erection is not something that's gonna go away, and suddenly become invisible. He looks at Jensen as he does so, and sees his eyes widen, his mouth open in a small 'o'. His perfect, pink mouth. God, Jared's got the hottest masseuse ever, and he's totally into him too.

"Um, uh. So. Do you want a couple of minutes alone, maybe? I mean. Uh. We've got time. Would you be more comfortable if you, uh, take care of. Well." He coughs awkwardly, and tries to look away, and oh god. He's hot and shy? What the ever loving fuck. Jared stretches a little, and lets his eyes leisurely make the trip up Jensen's body, all the way to his face and lingering there. It's worth lingering there, possibly for hours.

"Or you could join me in here."

Jensen looks like he almost swallowed his tongue. "I can't. Uh. Professional-Client relationship ethics. We can't. I mean." He clears his throat again, and tries a little more firmly. "I don't do that."

Well, that's disappointing, but Jared is nothing if not resourceful. "Well, I guess that's fair. However, what if you just stay and relax, as I take my couple of minutes...by myself?" His hand snakes down, fingers trailing on defined ab muscles, thumb dipping into his navel.

Jensen's throat works, as he tries to formulate an answer, which Jared knows would not be what either of them really wants, so he takes the matter into his hands. So to speak.

"Shh, don't say anything. Just sit back, relax. I'll be here, doing my thing. No harm, no foul." Jensen compulsively sits down on his stool, eyes intently on him, hands clasped tightly.

Jared just smiles languidly back at him, eyes fixing on Jensen's eyes, lips, jaw. The tendons on his neck. The definition of collarbone just visible in his shirt, as he works one hand on his cock, and another tweaking his nipples a little. He's already slick with precome, feels hot and slow.

He takes his time, and when he moves the other hand down too and fondles his balls, everything becomes sharper. He works a finger around his hole, and he's close. He's so close and he opens his eyes, didn't realize he shut them at some point, and looks at Jensen again.

Jensen's eyes are glazed, tenting obvious in those loose pants of his, mouth open. He's staring at Jared's hands like he wants nothing more than to replace them with his. And Jared, Jared thinks about how that would be, and that's enough. It's more than enough. He groans and shoots into his hand, his stomach, even his chest, and it feels like he's been waiting to do that for ages.

He's coming down from it, when he hears the stool creaking on the floor. Then he feels Jensen's mouth on him, licking the come off his skin. He tangles a hand in Jensen's hair, brings him up to his face and kisses him. It's awkward because the angle is all wrong. Jensen moans helplessly, and finally, finally climbs onto the table and straddles him. His cock is brushing Jared's stomach through the damp fabric of his pants, and Jared works a hand around it, and it feels so nice and long. He could absolutely get used to handling Jensen's cock.

It's doesn't take Jensen long to come, biting into Jared's neck as he does. Jared knows it's too early a recovery time, but damn if his cock isn't responding to this. He holds Jensen over him, enjoying the pliant weight of him, the touch of his mouth on his neck and the rasp of his five o'clock shadow on his cheek.

Jensen finally pushes himself up with one forearm, smiling satedly at Jared.

Jared could so get used to this.

Jensen smiles, and it's blinding and happy. "I could too."



The End.

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