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probably more of this at some point, muse allowing. slippery, slippery muse.

in other news, I had a dream last night that Irving had kittens. literally. two teeny little mewing things, and I was all o_O because while cats are harder to sex than say, dogs, Irving has scrotum left over from the snip-snip, so. yeah. and then I was staring at Seeley trying to decide if he was the father, or if he was secretly a woman too and his fat little belly is actually a bunch of bebes

Title: hide beside me (for a while)
Author: Mel ([ profile] thatotherperv)
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen, NC-17
Word Count: 3000 words
Summary/Notes/Warnings: AU in that Jeff and Jensen meet early, when Jensen's 19 and Jeff's 30. but they're still actors, or trying to be. shameless stroking of my own plot-kinks.

beta'd by [ profile] madame_meretrix, who rocks my socks off. title ripped off from the Goo Goo Dolls. who also rock my socks off. I am sockless.

and, because visual aides are nifty and the boys are pretty...
meet Jeff, probably a little younger than he is in this fic, but:

annnnd baby!Jensen, in all his gangly glory:

Jeff's first kiss had come at fifteen. Mary Fitterer, in the backseat of his brother's truck when they were dropping her off, and Jeff had been pretty sure everyone in the world had made out except for him because he was a nice guy and a good friend. Also, a late bloomer, too short and too scrawny, though the men in his family came big, so. Someday….

She'd blushed and planted one on him when his brother rolled to a stop in front of her house. Nearly missed his mouth, that nervous, that eager. Then she'd darted away, would have scrambled out of the car if he hadn't grabbed her and brought her back for a second try.

Wet, sloppy, hurried and self-conscious, he'd thought it was the best damn thing that could ever happen, even if his brother gave him shit on his technique after the door had slammed behind her.

This Jensen kid kissed just like that.

Jeff was way past fifteen, but Jensen…really wasn't.

"Jen. Jensen." He didn't mean to shake him, he didn't think. Just grabbed his shoulders and pushed, pulled, back and forth, again. For himself or the kid, he wasn't sure. "Jensen, this isn't what I—" wanted. His jaw snapped shut on the word, because Jeff was an honest man and that was a big damn lie. "This isn't what I expected from you."

"I know."

The boy was breathing hard, words breathy and color high and he would have surged forward again in the same mindless way if Jeff's hands weren't still braced, holding him back.

They were barely inside the door, still in the foyer and Jeff was dizzy with it. This couldn't possibly be the same kid he'd met last week.

("How old are you, kid?"

Just a safe ride home, Jeff had made that clear, but something sour twitched across that pretty face, and Jeff felt a pang of sympathy. And guilt, because Jensen wasn't wrong. "Nineteen."

His body curled away at the question. Didn't shrink, just shifted, shoulder and knee forming an impenetrable wall.

Jeff's dick wasn't even on the radar when he scribbled down the ten-digit number, but he hadn't figured that would stop Jensen from trashing it before he'd even pulled out of sight.

"Fuck me."

Jeff's laugh sounded a little desperate to his own ears, and Jensen watched with clear eyes, not even cracking a smile. There was a little crease of intensity between his brows that hinted at personal insult.

Lord, this wasn't what he'd expected when he answered his phone at 12:32 on a Wednesday night, greeted with quiet, uneven breathing and a plea from a kid he'd written off.

"Can I come over? Right now? I need…can I come?"

A little advice. A home cooked meal. A bus ticket home, a shoulder to cry on, hell, a place to do his laundry, Jeff hadn't expected that what the gunshy kid from last week would want from him was a good hard fuck.

"Uhm. Ok. Stay." He let go and breathed a sigh of relief when the kid didn't lunge forward again. Just sighed through his nose and let his eyes drop to Jeff's mouth. "Hold that thought. Why don't we just. I need a beer. Do you want….? I need a beer."

When he spun on his heel towards the kitchen, he heard the thunk of two boots and then the soft pad of bare feet behind him.

"Did something happen? Since the last time I saw you?"

Now that they were seated in the kitchen, facing one another with the lights on, Jensen's eyes were everywhere but on him. He studied the walls, the counters, the beer label, and the scarred surface of Jeff's ancient breakfast table, but it wasn't until Jeff spoke that his eyes ever flickered up to Jeff himself.

And then away again, just as fast. Too fast for Jeff to discern the truth. "No."

This was the Jensen he'd met, and for a moment he wondered if the other was a mirage. Or a wet dream.

He couldn't stop the laugh, or the blatant disbelief coloring his tone. "You sure about that, sweetheart? Because you weren't exactly interested in what I was offering the last time, and now you show up here in the middle of the night like a dog in heat—"

Chair legs screeched against the linoleum as Jensen launched himself towards the kitchen door. Jeff caught his arm and held on tight.

"Woah, hang on. Sorry. Sorry. I just…it's late, and you." He sighed, taking in the red flush of Jensen's face and the tight clench of his jaw. "You're confusing the hell out of me."

Jeff let go when the muscle in his grip loosened, waited it out as Jensen backed up against the counter and closed his eyes.

The choke of tired laughter was the last thing he'd expected, but maybe he should just get used to that sort of disorientation.

"Yeah, I'm confusing the hell out of myself, too." His voice was thick with embarrassment but his mouth tipped into a smile when he finally looked up, pretty eyes locking on Jeff.

For the first time since he'd stepped over the threshold, Jeff felt like he could relax.

"Okay." He pitched his voice like they'd just agreed on the price of milk, and watched relief and wariness duke it out on Jensen's face. "You like John Wayne? There's a marathon on AMC."

The boy's eyebrows hitched and relaxed. "…John Wayne? Um. Yeah."

"Come on." He jerked his head towards the living room. Let Jensen pick the couch and then settled himself in the armchair opposite.

Jensen was asleep in thirty minutes. Jeff stayed up a while…watched John kick some ass, take some names.

He woke up with a stiff back and a fuzzy tongue and eyes like sandpaper.

He'd passed out sitting up. And drooled on himself, and when he startled awake Jensen was staring. Jeff blinked and yawned, lifted a brow and the kid turned bright pink. Scrambled up to sitting, and looked damn near ready to jump out of his skin if given half a chance.

It was too early for this. Jeff groaned and popped his back.

"Coffee," he muttered. "I need coffee. Don't go anywhere."

Apparently Jensen's idea of not going anywhere did not extend to following Jeff to the kitchen. He hovered in the doorway while Jeff ignored him, boiling water and grinding beans and trying to clumsily reassemble the French press.

Sometimes he desperately wished for a Mr. Coffee with a timer, until he woke up enough to be ashamed of his own blasphemy. One day they'd invent a way to mainline the good stuff, and on that day, he'd get his reward.

He divided the final results between two mugs and took a long swig of his. Black. When he turned, Jensen was leaning against the counter watching unabashedly.

"Milk? Sugar?" He sounded like a trash compactor. He cleared his throat.

Jensen's eyes flicked to the extra coffee mug and rounded a little. "Actually, I don't—" Jeff stared, uncomprehending. "Um. Both?"

Jeff slow-blinked twice. Pointed. Slurped some more of his own, and refilled as he watched Jensen heap crap into his cup, sip, and wince. More sugar. Sip, grimace, swallow.

When it clicked—Jensen was drinking coffee to impress him—he laughed. And then laughed some more. The kid tilted his head, sipped, cringed, and Jeff wheezed.

"You alright, man?" A blush was creeping up Jensen's cheeks and Jeff grinned as he pulled himself in check.

"I'm fine. Fine. Just…um, remembering a dream. That I had. There was a thing. And a circus." Jeff cleared his throat and riffled through the fridge. "Bacon and eggs sound good?"

"Seriously?" The reverence in Jensen's voice made Jeff turn in time to catch a grin so blinding he was thrown off-balance. He blinked dumbly and Jensen ducked. "Sorry, I just. Don't cook. I'm a little stoked."

Jeff laughed. "Ok. Bacon. I never tease a man with breakfast food."

After three cups of coffee and a belly full of protein, Jeff's universe usually reverted to Technicolor. This morning, it was Surround Sound. Because although Jeff hadn't been able to coax more than three words from the kid before now, it seemed that the promise of breakfast grease opened a whole floodgate of chatter that Jeff hadn't prepared himself for.

That, or the kid was buzzing on caffeine, and if that was the case, he had no one to blame but himself.

Not that he minded. He was a pretty piece of entertainment while Jeff digested…eyes crinkling, dimples flashing. Jeff teased when the boy got up for a refill of coffee and Jensen laughed.

Flirted back.

After breakfast Jensen cleared the dishes, moved around the kitchen restlessly and Jeff watched him. Watched the clean line of his back and the way his shirt moved over his shoulders. Ogled his ass. Jensen felt him watching, and avoided his eyes.


He didn't cage him in…precisely. But he came close, enough to prod Jensen into stillness. Close enough to puff against the fine hair at the base of his skull.

"Thanks for cleaning up."

It was benign, mild, and when Jensen turned, his frame was relaxed. "Thanks for cooking."

They were nearly of a height, but Jensen wore it like it was something new. Too thin, and rangy…it made Jeff want to feed him. It made Jeff want to touch him, and he did. Thumbs tracing lightly over ribs, and the line of his flank.

Jensen listed forward quick and Jeff stopped him with hands that swallowed his face, stilled it, and the sadist in Jeff enjoyed the sharp spike of frustration before he closed in for the kiss.

This time it was slow, and measured. Still the best damn thing that could ever happen, and when Jeff scraped his teeth along Jensen's fat bottom lip, the kid shuddered and broke away.

"I'm not a virgin," Jensen said when they were done. His mouth was all spit-slick and swollen, and Jeff took a moment to appreciate the look.

He smiled, tamped down his amusement. "Never said you were."

Jensen's eyes flickered down, tongue soothing over his lip. "I should go."

"I'm having ribs for dinner. If you wanna get cleaned up and come on back, that's fine with me. Wouldn't say no to the company."

Jeff felt a little wrong for bribing him with food, but then the kid's eyes lit up and Jeff couldn't say he cared much about dirty pool.

The grill was fired up by eight, just as the sun dipped behind the hills and the worst of the day's heat cut away. Jensen looked more at home with beer in his hand than coffee, kicked back in a patio chair and making noises so appreciative it hurt.

He wrapped his lips around bone and sucked away tender meat with greedy little slurps until Jeff took a long sip of beer and averted his eyes.

"Goddamn, man. Compliments to the chef. I wasn't sure anybody in California knew what to do with a good piece of meat."

Jeff choked on a mouthful of beer, liquid fire straight to his lungs. Coughed till his chest hurt and Jensen reached across, thumped his back.

He subsided with a wheeze, wiped his eyes clear and found the boy watching him with smug eyes and the slightest curl of a grin.

Jeff narrowed his eyes and that grin split wider. The little fucker had been baiting him.

Oh, so it was like that. The shift from this morning was remarkable, even if Jeff didn't get why.



Jensen hid his impish smile behind a greasy rib and changed the subject. "So you never said…you an actor?"

Jeff studied the too-innocent tilt of his head. "That's a little grand for what I do, but sure. Trying to be."

The kid nodded earnestly as he shoveled down a mouthful of potato. "Yeah, I hear you. Sucks."

"I have a hard time believing you've had trouble getting steady work. You walk in, casting directors must wet themselves."

Jeff grinned when Jensen blushed and gave his leg an embarrassed nudge. "Shut up. Sweet Valley High doesn't count. Not my dream career."

"Mmm. I dunno, first comes the preteens, then the housewives. Next stop, international fame."

"Fuck off," Jensen muttered. He took a long pull of beer, eyes darting towards Jeff self-consciously. "And I think you're forgetting the queer demographic."

It was hardly subtle, one step away from non-sequitur, and the kid knew it. Avoided Jeff's eyes while Jeff stared. "Them too," he agreed mildly. "Though I don't suppose you've ever had trouble there."

Jensen's laugh was barely more than a huff of air, concisely sarcastic. Jeff was done dancing around.

"Hey, you brought it up. More than once, now. Just say the word and I'll leave it be."

It was full dark now, night insects filling the silence that Jensen left. Jeff watched him shift, fidget. There were no distractions, dinner long gone. Nothing to busy Jensen's hands or mind and maybe Jeff was pushing, but he'd been in the dark long enough.


The word was sudden, an explosion of conviction, but Jensen's hands rubbed sweaty over his blue jeans, eyes darting to Jeff and away.

"Don't, which?"

"Don't leave it be. I already…." He scratched behind his ear and laughed, full of embarrassment. "Fuck, Jeff, what do you want me to do, throw myself at you?"

"No." He waited until Jensen finally met him, head-on. He looked flushed in the light coming from the kitchen, pupils dilated. "No, I recall you trying that already, and that just told me you're scared shitless. I'm gonna need a little more than that."

Jensen huffed. Bristled like a hedgehog. "And I can spell it out for you how? By sucking your dick?"

Jeff grinned and rubbed his beard. "Wouldn't hurt."

Jensen's stare quickly gave way to a genuine roll of laughter, bright in the darkness. "Asshole."

"I try."

But Jensen left off, eyes lingering below Jeff's belt. Speculative. Jeff crossed his legs and Jensen looked up.

"I was kidding, you know."

"Mostly," Jensen agreed.

"Completely. You don't need to—"

"I'm not a kid, Jeff."

Jeff took a breath. Exhaled. Yes you are. You are. I see you.

"Of course not."

When Jensen stood, Jeff took a breath, to make another protest, and then. Didn't.

He winced in sympathy when Jensen's knees hit brick, one before the other. No grace. No guile in the way he palmed Jeff's thighs, pushing to make room, mouth landing wet on denim until Jeff sighed and slouched deep. Laid his head back and moaned when a hand worked his fly, worked him.

Jeans pushed down and away, past his knees, and his hands fell on shoulders still covered with cotton. He yanked at the shirt, tugged up until it fell away and there was skin. Warm skin, strong shoulders. What little meat existed was muscle and he kneaded it, slumping into a curse when lips closed on the crown of his cock, a quick tongue tapping a nervous rhythm that made his toes curl.

"Christfuck. Yeah. Jesus, sweetheart, you weren't lying."

A choked laugh reverberated around him as Jen sank down, laved under. Then just choking as Jeff bucked up, apologized, bucked again as Jensen squeezed his own cock, eyes rolling under thin lids.

Jeff moaned. The kid's hair was soft, too long, skull curving comfortably against his palm. A zipper sounded and the fingers of Jensen's free hand curled, dug into the muscle of his thigh.

"Aw, fuck. It's like that," he panted, breath hitching at the arm working fast and furious against his calf. "Want me to fuck your face, is that it? Bruise that pretty mouth? I can…I can….."

He let go when Jensen jerked, struggled. Heart sinking that he'd gone too far, but Jen came up gasping for air, forehead pressing hard to Jeff's thigh as he shuddered. Color high and eyes hot on Jeff's, breath warm where it ghosted over Jeff's balls.

Jeff bit his lip and shifted. Foot sliding to Jensen's in-seam, high, higher until the kid jerked like a live wire. Pressed firm against his balls and ran his bare toes back till—


Jensen choked and bucked and came, rubbing himself off on Jeff's leg.

The boy was ragdoll limp against his lap. Shivered when Jeff continued to stroke clumsily between his thighs, hand soothing hair away from his overhot face. Pretty thing, overstimulated and aching.

Eventually bright eyes slitted open and Jensen smiled. Breathless. "Did I pass inspection?"

They fluttered when Jeff tugged on a handful of silk. "More than. But that wasn't really a question." He liked this Jensen, boneless and smilingly confident. "Did I?"

It was a moan, a laugh. Both and neither, and Jensen rolled his head against Jeff's thigh and grinned. "You did alright."

"Just alright, huh? I'll have to try harder."

"Try any harder and you'll probably kill me," he mumbled, fingers closing sweetly around Jeff's cock, still hard. He hummed and Jensen leaned forward, stopping when Jeff tugged.




Jensen let himself be pulled to standing, maneuvered between Jeff's legs but when Jeff pulled further, he resisted.

Jeff consoled himself with a sharp nip to the soft skin of the boy's belly and grinned at the sharp hiss, pressing into the small of Jensen's back till he came close enough to kiss.

"I'm getting mosquito-bit," he murmured. His hand pressed lower, taking note of the slow tense of young muscle. "Wanna go inside?"

Jensen's eyes flicked towards the door, nodded, and Jeff nudged him that way. "Go on in, I'll be there in a minute."

The screen door banged behind him and Jeff exhaled. Leaned back and closed his eyes, thinking of the way Jensen came till he thought better of it and stood, tugging his jeans back into place. Checked the grill and tidied up.

Tonight hadn't been that much less confusing than the previous, and he was no closer to understanding the lightning-fast mood changes.

But he wasn't near enough of a gentleman to turn down what the kid was offering, so he still had time.

Date: 2008-04-18 04:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, oh I like! Good times!

Date: 2008-04-19 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
thank you! I'm so glad.

Date: 2008-04-18 04:55 pm (UTC)
embroiderama: (JDM - El Sid)
From: [personal profile] embroiderama
GUH! This is delicious. Thanks for the link. :)

Date: 2008-04-19 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
hee! thanks, glad you liked.

Date: 2008-04-18 05:56 pm (UTC)
ext_19671: Screencap of James T. Kirk from TOS episode "The Concscience of the King" with the caption "Why yes, I am that awesome." (Default)
From: [identity profile]
Wow, I hope your muse stays with you, becuase I sure want to read what happens next!! :D

Date: 2008-04-19 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
me too! haha. as soon as the semester's done, I'm gonna take another crack at it :) thanks!

Date: 2008-04-18 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ooooh!! *squirms with the deliciousness of it all* There will be more, right? Right?

Date: 2008-04-19 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That's better than "oh hells no!", so fine. Heh.

Date: 2008-04-18 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow! This was HOT! <3 There's going to be more right? *begs*

Date: 2008-04-19 08:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
thanks! glad you liked :)

Date: 2008-04-18 08:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ok i had to pause in reading cause this line After three cups of coffee and a belly full of protein....BAD THOUGHTS!!!! hee...

ok i'm gonna go read the rest i'll be back. :D

Date: 2008-04-18 08:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
UM guh? *falls over in a puddle of drool. God i'm such the SPN bitch lately. *sighs happily* this was wonderful sweetie as usual, can't wait for more.

OH i'm making some Jeff icons, want some Jeff/Jensen with your name on them? or without i'll do both. :)

Date: 2008-04-18 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
hee, that would rock! black and white maybe? using the jeff picture from my banner? *bats eyelashes*

Date: 2008-04-19 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I know, I see your posts! but then I don't have the time or internet to load any of them :( miss you!

thanks honey *squish*

Date: 2008-04-18 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well hot damn o.o
Really liked that, you don't see Jeff starring fic's enough these days ]:
You write really good too, so it made everything flow awesomely :)
Loved this!

Date: 2008-04-19 08:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
yeah, I'm a fan of the boy :)

thank you! pleased you liked it.

Date: 2008-04-18 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
My oh my, that was hot. I've been delving into new pairings and this one is pretty damn hot, especially with Jensen being only 19.

This was so hot I had to pimp it to a JDM (Big Papa) fan.

Thanks for sharing.

Date: 2008-04-19 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
hee, thanks! I have a kink for older/younger, it's followed me around from fandom to fandom :) thanks for reccing me!

Date: 2008-04-18 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aaah! *squick* kitty Mpreg! *lmao*
Oh noes - we can't have that in our I/S ship...
(Or, well. I'm able to get used to a lot of things, and while it will never do anything for me, by now I can handle mpreg as long as it's not explicit). Anyways, you slay me.

Oh, right, and the fic was hot. ;D


Date: 2008-04-19 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*snorfle* mpreg, indeed. my brain scares me.

thanks, love :)

Date: 2008-04-18 11:34 pm (UTC)
laisserais: kiss (jdm/ja - mine's bigger)
From: [personal profile] laisserais
lmao, cat!mpreg dreams. you're silly.

do i need to say? i will anyway: LOVES.

psst, one small thing:"Christfuck. smooch

eta- doesn't work when you use coding to point out coding errors, meretrix.
Edited Date: 2008-04-18 11:35 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-04-19 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
didn't we already know I was silly?

thanks for the catch, love, I changed it when I saw your comment.

Date: 2008-04-18 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
holy fucking JESUS woman!
*swallows hard*
love love love love love love

The boy was ragdoll limp against his lap. Shivered when Jeff continued to stroke clumsily between his thighs, hand soothing hair away from his overhot face. Pretty thing, overstimulated and aching.

all of it is fucking adorable and HOT as hell but this part made me whimper

you hit my buttons, you do

Date: 2008-04-19 08:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

heeeee. that's because we have the same buttons. you're easy :)

Date: 2008-04-19 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dude. I like that it's illustrated (that's hot). Sweet baby!Jen. Lovely.

Date: 2008-04-19 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
thanks hon :)

Date: 2008-04-20 07:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Is always good to find a nice AU:)
I like this very much. I hope you plan to write a sequel

Date: 2008-07-01 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Niiiiiice. ;)


*luvs JDM and Jensen*

Date: 2008-07-01 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
hahahahah believe it or not, I *just* did a major revision of this the other day, and I'm gonna repost it when I finish up the followup. lol. well maybe not maaajor revision but the end is different. I'm so glad you liked this version though! thank you :)

Date: 2008-07-01 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Can't wait to see it!

Also, LOVE Chris/Jensen smacktalkin' fic, too.


Aren't you the one who wrote the Chris/Dave smacktalk fic when Booth&Brennan were in Vegas in S2 of BONES??? ;D

Date: 2010-03-20 11:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Scorching and you addressed the age difference very well, IMO.


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