HAPPY BIRTHDAY matalinolukaret!

A BEGINNGER'S GUIDE TO SHARING SPACES.
Jared/Jensen. NC17. 69-/language. 1700 words.
Jared couldn't be happier about moving in with Jensen. So what if he's never lived with a boyfriend before...it can't be that hard, right?

Sequel to Eighty-Six the Others and Come Home With Me and Daily Special. Written for matalinolukaret's biiiiiiiiiiiiirthday - ILU, RONA ♥ ♥ Beta by dugindeep.





They wait until Jensen finishes a four-day rotation at the hospital, giving him three days off, to move Jared's stuff into Jensen's house. They luck out with the weather – the sky is overcast and there's a breeze wafting in from the North which keeps the early summer temperatures from climbing into painful territory. The move comes on short notice for Aldis, but Jared's roommate is excited to finally have the apartment to himself.

"Aldis told me he's been waiting to turn my old room into a mini-studio, but I know he just wants Beth to move in as soon as possible," Jared jokes, dropping a box of books next to the shelf Jensen has already emptied out for him.

Jensen smiles from the kitchen where he's unpacking the few plates Jared owns – he'd never needed much since most of his meals came from 81 East.

"I know how he feels."

Moving progresses slowly. They take plenty of pictures on their cell phones to document the momentous occasion, uploading the best or most embarrassing ones to Facebook, and every unpacked box becomes its own little celebration. While Jared is adding his movies to Jensen's DVD collection, they argue about whether or not to alphabetize the titles, leading to a grappling match right there on the living room floor. Jared triumphs, pinning Jensen to the floor with a kiss and the case for About A Boy in his hand. Once Jared's dishes and pans are mixed with Jensen's things, Jared slips into the kitchen and boosts his boyfriend up onto the granite countertop, igniting a heated make-out session that ends with both of them coming in their shorts.

Jared decides that moving in with Jensen is awesome.

Fez and Hi-Def, Jensen's obtuse tabby cats, scramble out of the way of big feet as Jared and Jensen haul boxes and furniture in from the rented U-Haul. Jared stops every once and a while to scoop up one of the tabby cats, but they're terrified of all the noise and take cover under Jensen's bed for the majority of the afternoon.

Before Jensen met Jared, the nurse anesthetist was a self-admitting workaholic. Jensen owned this beautiful little ranch home but barely put any work into it, much less bothered to buy enough furniture to fill the place. And though Jared has spent more and more time here since they began dating, the house remained mostly bare until now. Jared's eclectic belongings add life to Jensen's bachelor basics and he intends to give the house even more personality once he and Jensen have settled into a routine.

They save the bedroom for last and despite sharing an orgasm in the midst of unpacking the kitchen, Jared feels himself getting hard all over again, cheeks warming as they work together to put new sheets on Jensen's bed, throwing Jared's pillows against the headboard right next to Jensen's. They've had sex on this bed over and over, woken up tangled together and shared morning breath kisses, and passed out on it once or twice after too many glasses of wine. But it's their bed now – nothing to stop Jared from stealing the covers in the middle of the night or taking naps after a lunch shift before Jensen gets home, waking up to feel Jensen cuddling in next to him for his own pre-dinner nap. Not to mention all the sex they could be having, starting right the hell now.

Jensen says nothing but his face is slightly flushed after they pull the comforter up over their pillows. Jared saves his arousal for later – they certainly have plenty of time for sex, and plenty of rooms to christen.

After Jensen returns the truck and Jared's finished unpacking the majority of his clothes in the master bedroom – no thanks to Hi-Def who, once he's gotten used to Jared being in the bedroom, climbs out from under the bed and jumps into every empty box – Jared walks into the living room and finds Jensen relaxing on the couch.

"I ordered chicken pitas and two Cyprus salads from Oliveo for..." Jared trails off when he sees Jensen wrinkling his nose. "What? You like that place."

"You're not cooking?"

"Why would I cook, Jen? I'm exhausted."

Jensen's pout is lethal on a normal day, full lower lip pushed out, corners of his mouth dropping, but Jared sighs when it makes an appearance now.

"Seriously," Jared says, "I didn't move in so I could cook for you every night."

"I thought you liked cooking."

"I do, but the only things in your fridge are mayonnaise and Red Bull. What the hell do you expect me to make with that?" The pitch of Jared's voice is high enough to startle Fez, who'd finally thought it was safe to come out of the bedroom and reclaim the armchair.

Jensen shrugs, eyes intent on a hole in the hem of his Rice University t-shirt. "I just thought it'd be nice. I love when you cook for me."

"Yeah, but I usually have an entire gourmet kitchen at my disposal. You"– Jared stops when the infamous Ackles pout twists into a smirk –"you son of a bitch!"

Jensen cracks up and the noise is the last straw for Fez; the cat tears out of the room with his striped tail up. Jared's face is so red, it hurts. He drops onto the couch next to Jensen, who's still laughing, and crosses his arms.

"I can't believe you," he mutters.

"Jared..." Jensen gets his chuckling under control. "I was kidding, but your face! It was too funny."

"I changed my mind, I'm moving out."

Without losing his smile, Jensen yanks Jared to his half of the couch, their chests squashed together and legs kicking out to find comfortable positions.

"Don't you dare," Jensen says.

"Better be nice to me, then," Jared tells him, his lips already falling into place on Jensen's cheek.

"I'll be so nice," Jensen insists, grinding their hips together, "you'll never want to leave."

Jared isn't planning to admit that Jensen could ask him to cook every single night and he still wouldn't want to move out. It'll be his little secret.

Jensen's hands are cashing in on the arousal Jared's been saving since the bedroom. His hand curls firmly over Jared's semi-hard cock that's lying in a thick line against his thigh. Jared can't resist reciprocating the touch, pressing his hand up between Jensen's legs under his shorts, teasing the head of his dick beneath stretched cotton boxers. They stroke one another and kiss familiar lips, rapidly beginning to sweat through their t-shirts.

"We had our first kiss on this couch," Jensen whispers. "Remember that?"

Jared moans, throat taut and exposed for Jensen's mouth.

"You kissed my stomach as I came, licked my come off your fingers."

"Don't need to remind me," Jared pants. "I remember."

"Think we can do better this time?"

Jared laughs, flailing as Jensen tries to rearrange their bodies. Jensen's couch is deep and comfortable, but they're both over six feet tall and moving requires more than a little concentration and effort. Knees knock together and hands get stuck between the cushions, but they end up head-to-foot, lying in opposite directions. Jared's hard pressed not to come from the visual of Jensen about to sixty-nine with him – freckled cheek pressed against Jared's thigh and his red lips parted, licked-wet and ready – with their shorts pushed down enough to let them move.

Jared gets right to work – he can't stand waiting when Jensen's cock is only inches from his mouth. The soft head sits like a delicacy on his tongue and Jared savors every taste. But Jensen keeps talking while he kisses up and down the length of Jared's dick, his hand gently cradling hard flesh as his mouth forms the words.

"I'm gonna suck you off in every room," Jensen's saying, saliva wetting Jared's cock. "You won't know when it's coming, but I'll just get on my knees and –"

Jared can't hear the rest over his moan. The low sound vibrates around the width of Jensen's dick and ends his dirty monologue for good. Jensen's pre-come combined with the tang of his sweat and the salt of his skin creates a recipe Jared's craved since the first blowjob he gave Jensen, more delicious now when he's fully in love with the man and drugged from the promise of a second orgasm. Jensen's mouth around his cock wrings his brain, twisting until he's delirious and sucking Jensen with plenty of spit and enthusiasm.

It's difficult to hold out against the dual attack of Jensen's slick mouth pumping around his dick and Jensen's cock nudging against the back of his throat. Every touch hits him twice as hard, driving up the pleasure until it's off the charts and Jared's shaking through his orgasm, bucking into Jensen's slack mouth. He sucks Jensen down the second he regains control over his senses, using his fingers to roll Jensen's balls and tease further around his ass.

Jensen spasms a moment later, abandoning his gentle licks around Jared's softening cock, and comes in short bursts, hips driving forward to draw out his climax. Jared swallows – he wants every drop – and strokes Jensen's tense thighs until they both relax and settle into the warmth of the couch and one another.

Pleasure rings in Jared's ears, a wonderful sound until he realizes it's not in his head – it's the doorbell.

"Fuck"– Jared nearly tumbles off the couch –"the delivery guy!"

Jensen snorts against Jared's leg. "I sure hope you wouldn't."

"Shut up, Jen," Jared gripes. "Let me get it – shit..."

Jared's clothes are rumpled and askew. Hopefully the delivery guy will assume it's from moving – there's a stack of boxes in the front hallway so it's not a stretch of the imagination – and not from the mind-frazzling orgasm he just had. When Jared opens the door and takes their food he can barely talk, signing the credit card receipt with minimal eye-contact knowing he swallowed Jensen's come minutes ago and loved every second of it. Shit.

Jensen is still laughing when Jared walks back into the living room.

"I can't believe you think it's funny."

"I can't help it," Jensen says. "Today's just been way too awesome. I think I'm losing my mind."

Jared knows how that feels.

"Sorry, I just forgot all about the food while we were..."

"Yeah, me too," Jared says. "But now I'm hungry. Get your ass in the kitchen so we can eat."

The meal might not be home-cooked and the boxes might not all be unpacked, but as far as their first night as live-in boyfriends goes, Jared doesn't think it could be any better. And he knows, the same way he knows without question that Jensen's the guy he's meant to settle down with, that it's just going to get better from here.

This is a damn good place to start.


FIN.