Where There's Smoke There's Fire

[runedgirl]

Title:Where There's Smoke There's Fire
Pairing:Jared/Jensen
Rating: Depends how you feel about cigarettes:)
Warnings: Irresponsible linkage of cigarette smoking and scoring with Jensen.
Disclaimers: I'm just following orders. And of course, none of this is true, these guys are straight, and not sleeping with each other, and any similarity between this Jared and Jensen and the real actors is purely coincidental.

This is the follow up to Cigarette Smoking Can be Hazardous to Your Sexuality. You don't necessarily have to read that one first, but it can't hurt.



The first time Jensen caught Jared, he laughed. He’d seen a trail of smoke snaking around from the back of Jared’s trailer and had gone to investigate. Didn’t want his co-star to die in some freak fire after all. And there was Jared, standing in a haze thicker than anything you’d find in the diviest bar. (How could one guy *do* that, Jensen wondered.) Jared looked like a kid who’d just been caught jerking off by his parents. *And* grandparents. The combination of his deer in the headlights look followed by the windmilling arms to “hide” the smoke was actually kind of sweet, and the fact Jared *knew* he was doing something he shouldn’t made it unnecessary for Jensen to state the obvious. Instead he just gave him one of those “Don’t let me catch you doing that again young man.” looks and left it at that. (Of course, his own mother had given him those looks and it really hadn’t done much good.)

Walking away though, Jensen couldn’t help but wonder what the hell Jared was doing lately. Why this sudden interest in smoking from a man who had always made it clear that he had no use for the habit himself and seriously questioned the sanity of those who did. Jensen made a mental note to bring it up when they had some time to talk. He also couldn’t help but think of the way Jared had looked at the party the other night, lips wrapped around his cigarette the way Jensen would have liked them to be wrapped around his cock. Wait. Did he just? Was he thinking? Nope. Better not go there. He scratched that mental note. Some things they should probably *not* discuss.

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The second time Jensen caught Jared, he was mad. Just plain mad. “The hell are you doing?” Jensen pushed Jared up against the back of the trailer so quickly that Jared didn’t have time to react. Or exhale. And then Jensen was in his face and Jared just stood there looking sheepish.

“I repeat. What are you doing?"

Jared opened his mouth, ready to protest that he wasn’t doing anything but the puff of smoke that leaked out when he began to speak made what he was going to say moot. He coughed a few times, which gave him just enough time to come up with an explanation. “Just, you know . . . experimenting.”

Something in the way Jared said that last word, low, furtive, seductive, and in the way Jared wouldn’t look him in the eye (though he had no problem looking him in the crotch) almost made Jensen drop to his knees. Jared didn’t know it, probably hadn’t intended it (just like he hadn’t intended that “fuck me, please” look at the party a few weeks before) but that only made the effect that much stronger. If Jared had been *trying* to come on to him he would have just laughed, but this, this was like being caught in the gay sex equivalent of one of those disturbing Volkswagon commercials. You’re sitting there minding your own business and then all of a sudden, BAM!!!!, something hits you from out of nowhere and you’re gay? No, no, no. One cigarette, one word, did not suddenly make someone gay. This was *not* how it worked.

Jensen backed away, realizing he was still pressing up against Jared, with Sam’s shirt all bunched up in his fist. “Yeah, well, stick to experimenting with organic candy ok. Stuff’s nasty but it probably won’t kill you.”

“A few puffs won’t - “

“*I’ll* kill you before the cigarettes get the chance. Don’t you go changing on me, going all bad boy - you got it?”

“I thought- “ Jared was about to say something and clearly thought better of it. Backpedal. It was time to backpedal. “You wouldn’t like me if I was a bad boy?” Jared asked, peering down from behind those sheep-dog bangs and smiling, and fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, he had the damn cigarette in his mouth again and it didn’t matter if it looked like it was actually just *stuck* to his lip, and looked like it would sorta hurt if he reached over to pull it off, it was what it telegraphed to Jensen about Jared’s willingness to fuck him - wait no, not that, that’s not what he meant to think - about Jared’s willingness to - oh fuck, he didn’t know what he was thinking anymore.

Jensen turned on his heel and stomped off feeling the need for a cigarette himself. Maybe two. Or twelve.

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The last time Jensen caught him, it was outside the bar they went to by default on Friday nights. Jared had excused himself and when he didn’t come back after a while Jensen went looking. When he didn’t find him in the men’s room, he began to worry - it felt too much like a Sam and Dean moment for comfort. Maybe Jared had just needed some air, Jensen thought, and stepped out into the parking lot to look around. And there was Jared, leaning up against the building, one foot on the ground, the other braced against the wall behind him, head thrown back and eyes closed, smoke blowing easily from his nostrils. He was standing in silhouette, looking like some film noirish villain hiding in the shadows. Dangerous. Jared looked dangerous. And wasn’t that just the biggest turn on Jensen could imagine? Much as *he* didn’t want to be thinking that, he couldn’t keep his cock from doing some thinking of its own and it was thinking - Oh god, his cock had a *really* filthy mind!

“Not a no-smoking bar you know,” Jensen said softly.

Jared jumped a bit at Jensen’s voice, opening his eyes to meet Jensen’s disapproving look, “It is when you’re in it.”

“Damn.” Long pause. “Straight.”

Jared cocked his head and looked at Jensen. “Damn straight as in, I’m right that you’re going to kill me now that you know I smoke?”

“Yeah. Of course.” Pause. “What else would it mean?”

“It’s just. You stopped. Between the damn.” Pause. “And the straight.”

“Did I?” Jensen observed more than asked.

“You did.”

“Humm.”

Jensen’s gaze fell to the cigarette dangling from Jared’s hand, practiced fingers holding it easily now. “How long?”

“Huh? How long?” Jared panicked. How did Jensen know about -

“How long have you been smoking regularly?”

“Umm, a few weeks now. Since the party.”

“So it’s not an experiment any more?”

“No - pretty much a lifestyle change.”

“Damn! Your momma’s going to kill me. Turning her boy into a - ” Jensen stopped, waiting.

“It’s not your fault. I mean . . . well, it sort of . . . exactly what are we talking about here?”

“Smoking?”

“Oh.” Another pause. “Not the fact that - “ Jared stopped.

“What?”

“Never mind.” Jared shook his head, looking like he was trying to shake out the words that had formed there. “Silly.”

Jensen came up closer to Jared now, fished in his pocket for his own pack of smokes and pulled one out. He kept his eyes down the whole time he did it, then looked up into Jared’s eyes, holding his gaze while he leaned in, just like he’d done at the party a few months back and lit his own cigarette on the end of the one Jared was holding to his lips. He had to steady Jared’s cigarette by putting his hand over Jared’s. Again Jensen spoke low, around the cigarette in his own mouth. “Not the fact that we both want to fuck each other senseless?”

Jensen’s cigarette flared as it caught. Jared’s hand shook under Jensen’s.

Jensen took a step back, never breaking the lock he had on Jared’s eyes. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

And then both cigarettes were on the ground, and Jensen’s body was plastered against Jared’s and his tongue was down Jared’s throat.

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In Jensen’s bed, several hours and several fucks later . . .

“You’re quitting.” Jensen announced authoritatively.

“I can’t quit you,” Jared drawled, then laughed.

“Cigarettes, you oaf.”

“Then you have to too.”

“Dude you said tutu. You really are gay.” Jensen laughed

“Ummm, who just had whose cock in whose mouth?”

“That would be both of us.”

“Ok, fine.” Jared conceded.

“Fine, we’re gay? Or fine, you’re quitting?”

“Both. But we’re both quitting.” Jared said.

“I’ve tried before, man. I’ll get fat.”

“What?”

“I eat if I don’t smoke.”

“Freudian thing? Oral issues? Impossibly girly?”

“Whatever.” Jensen swatted at him.

“How about I give you something to keep your mouth busy?” Jared offered.

“You couldn’t possibly give me that much sex.”

“We were talking sex? I thought we were talking stimulating conversation.”

“No we were talking sex. Though if you want to stimulate me with conversation first, that’s fine. But I repeat, you could not possible give me enough sex to replace smoking.”

“Try me?”

Puppy dog eyes with a come hither look?? How was that possible Jensen wondered. “Maybe,” he allowed not sounding nearly as reluctant to entertain the possibility as he would have liked.

Silence.

“Jensen?”

“Yeah?”

“Before you quit, there’s something . . . “ Jared didn’t quite know how to bring this up. “It’s just . . . .”

“You want me to smoke and blow you at the same time?”

“How the fuck did you know that?”

In response, Jensen just laughed and reached for the pack he kept laying on the bedside table. If this was going to be his last cigarette, he was damn well going to make it memorable.
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[Author's Note: In case you all want to know what happened next.]

Sometimes a cigarette is just a cigarette . . . and sometimes it's not. . .

Jensen rested on his knees between Jared’s legs. When he lit the cigarette the match flare illuminated his face for a moment before he was plunged back into the semi-darkness of his bedroom. The next thing Jared saw was the glowing end of Jensen’s cigarette and then Jensen was reaching toward him, putting the filter end into his mouth.

It tasted of Jensen, and beer, and of his own come on Jensen’s lips, and Jared sighed into it. Closing his eyes, he allowed some of the better images of he last few hours to swirl in his head as the smoke rose up and swirled around him. Jensen naked on the bed beneath him, arching to his touch, Jensen making the most amazing noises when Jared crooked his finger just so inside of him, Jensen hovering above his own leaking and needy cock, licking his kiss puffy lips in anticipation. Of him. Sin personified.

Jared’s cock was taking notice.

Jensen repeated his actions - fag, flare. “Watch this.”

As if Jared wasn’t?

Jensen took a long drag and tilted his head back before forming his lips into the most fuckable “O” Jared had ever seen. A second later a perfect smoke ring came floating out of his mouth. Jared’s cock was now paying exclusive attention.

“Lou taught me that one,” Jensen grinned, little boy proud of himself. He looked down at Jared, cocked an eyebrow, grinned a far eviler grin, and then took another drag before scrambling down closer to Jared’s attention seeking dick. He positioned himself just so and then blew another ring before sitting back on his haunches to watch it travel up and then down over Jared’s erect cock. Jared was sure no little boy ever looked proud in quite *that* way.

“I hope Lou didn’t teach you that too.” Jared said watching the wisps of smoke disappear around him.

“He did, actually,” Jensen said matter of factly, waiting for the expected reaction from Jared. He got it. “Easy there. He just taught me how to direct them. We weren’t using his dick as a target or anything. Are you already becoming the jealous lover?”

“Always was,” Jared said low, voice husky with emotion and lust. “Do that again?”

Jensen obliged, happy to show off his new, and soon to be unused talent. “I’m going to miss doing this you know.”

Jared knew what Jensen was doing. Trying to get out of his promise. Jared needed to stay firm in the face of Jensen’s pouty lips and pleading eyes. “Too bad”

“You’re going to miss it too you know.”

OK, that was a low blow. Jared faltered, considered for a moment and then regained his resolve. “Time to put the cigarettes out now.” Jared took the dying cigarette from Jensen’s lips, before taking his almost spent one from his own mouth and tossing them both in the bedside ashtray. “From now on, when you have a craving, you come to me.”

“Mmmmm,” was all Jensen could say with Jared’s mouth pushed up against his. It was enough for Jared.