First j2 to be posted ever!

2009-08-18T05:12:31Z

Title: Better than cherry pie
Author: mina_rox
Rating: NC17
Word count: 4500
Prompt: 65. Sex by the Numbers
Summary:
Accountant Keeley Davis has been hired to find out who's been bilking money from the well-respected Bingham Bros. investment firm. To do so, Keeley will have to don a disguise and work closely with tastier-than-homemade-cherry-pie controller Dane Weiss!

As Keeley tramps herself up as Dane's personal assistant "Cherry Smith," her calculations start paying off big dividends—like when she serves up a hot plate of Dane à la mode. But as things start to really sizzle, Keeley wonders whether she can keep her eyes on the bottom line…when all she can think of is keeping Dane in her bed?

J2 style

A/N: This is for spn_meanttobe
Thanks to awesome betas piratessa (and for helping me post this) and whenwillyou because they rock my collective socks off. Dear Shoomsh and Shmessie, I love you lots. -Sincerely Shmox
Dedicated to a great friend, the best of friends if you will, who has had a rough couple of weeks. We love you.

Jensen Ackles woke up to the annoying tune of his phone's alarm. He blearily shut it off, burrowed deeper under the covers and promptly fell back asleep.

Until the clock/radio on the bookcase across his room chirped to life. Grumbling, he slid out of bed, hissing as his bare feet touched the cold floor and tripped over piles of clothes to murder the machine that was playing what had to be the most annoyingly cheerful song in existence. He gave one last wistful glance at his warm inviting bed before shuffling into the bathroom.

Forty minutes later, he emerged fully awake and ready to put on the guise of Jen Cox, bubbly secretary to Jared 'lick me I taste better than homemade cherry pie' Padalecki who was the best financial adviser at Bingham Bros. Investment Firm, San Antonio office. Jensen had been sent there undercover by Buck and Beau Bingham themselves, to discover whether or not Jared Padalecki was skimming off the top of the profits.

Jensen had been the youngest Head Accountant the Dallas office had ever seen and was a little disappointed that all of his skills were now reduced to answering phones for a man who was physically incapable of not flirting; with everyone. Jen Cox of course responded in kind, trying to get closer to him, to find out all of his secrets. But it was Jensen who found himself falling for the man after he realized that resistance in this case was futile. The fifteenth annual office picnic had been been lots of fun for the two men hiding in the stairwell doing dirty things to each other.

Jared was an amazing person: generous, caring, and fun as hell, and not to be overlooked: the sex was phenomenal. Jensen was ashamed to admit that he was not looking forward to going back to his boring life after he turned Jared in. Because as it turned out that Jared was actually stealing from the company, quite cleverly, but still. Not only was he taking money, but he was doing incredibly illegal things with it and leaving quite a paper trail that didn't lead back to him, but to the company. Jared apparently was trying to destroy the company and make a tidy profit while doing so. But Jensen knew that today was the day it all ended; he would make the call... after work. He wanted one last day of fun with Jared, a man who he had come to care for, and could have fallen in love with under different circumstances. Hell, he might have anyway.

With a heavy heart, he got into the character 'Jen Cox' for the last time. He pulled out a tight royal blue button down and black slacks that flattered his ass (according to Jared).

After he was dressed, he put in the contacts he'd never worn back in Dallas but had grown to like, and gelled his hair into fashionable disarray. He never put as much effort into being Jensen Ackles, but Jen Cox was more outgoing; more likeable then Jensen Ackles ever had been. In fact, Jensen was almost glad this charade was ending because Jared was interested in Jen, not Jensen. He didn't even know Jensen, and imagining the look on his face if he ever saw the true Jensen Ackles, in his plain clothes and glasses, messy and boring, made Jensen almost sick. No, it was better, this way. Jared would never know the real Jensen.

The commute to work was a bitch as always, but the in-house coffee was hot and strong, just the way Jensen, no Jen liked it. He took one last deep breath before sitting down at his desk for his last day of work here.

"Jen, could you come into my office please?" The deep voice came from his phone minutes after Jen had settled in.

He pressed the button down on the phone, "No problem boss," he said flirtily.

He took another fortifying gulp of coffee before knocking on the dark wood door and going in.

"Good morning," Jared was standing near his desk, pulling a book off a shelf.

"'Morning."

Jared just stared at him for a minute, eyes raking first down his body and then back up. Jen stood stalk still, feeling the eyes rove over him. Finally Jared's gaze reached Jen's face and he smiled, coming over to him.

"Hi," he said resting his forehead on Jen's.

"Hi," Jen breathed before Jared closed the distance to his lips. Jared kissed Jen softly before licking his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. Jen let out a breath and Jared took the opportunity to start kissing Jen in earnest.

The kiss started out explosive and mounted to obscene in seconds. Jared alternated from exploring deep in Jen's mouth to sucking on his tongue. Jen groaned deep in his throat.

"God Jen, you are just too-" Jared kissed him deeply again, pressing him up against the door. Jen could feel every line of Jared's body, and moaned when their hips met and he could feel the press of Jared's hard cock against his own.

Too soon, Jared pulled away panting, "I just wanted to give you a proper 'good morning,'" he said smirking as he adjusted himself.

Jen watched the movement hungrily, "You want me to help with that?" He licked his lips, unable to look away from the bulge in Jared's pants.

Jared groaned, "More than you know, but we have to work." He looked disappointed, but resolute.

"Yeah," Jen agreed sullenly.

"The dogs missed you this morning," Jared said, trying to distract them both.

"The dogs, huh?" Jen cocked a brow.

"Yeah, they wanted to know why you weren't there."

"Did you tell them that I had to get things from my own apartment occasionally?"

"Yeah, but they wanted to know why they couldn't come with you. They've never seen your apartment, you know?"

Yeah, Jen knew. He'd made sure of it because his apartment was full of things that were Jensen's. It would have been obvious to 'the dogs' that Jen wasn't who he said he was if he saw all of the pictures of Jensen, the books about accounting, the neat organization that was the opposite of the messily flighty Jen.

"I know," Jen said hesitantly.

"Whatever you're hiding in there, you think you'll show it to me one day? You know, the wife and kids, or maybe a serial killer's lair," Jared joked, letting Jen know he wasn't mad.

"Yeah, some day," Jen knew that day would never come and he almost couldn't handle the thought. He let a silence fall, unable to say anything.

"So how about lunch?"Jared suggests.

"What?"

"Do you want to have lunch together? We could order in and lock ourselves in my office..." Jared's voice trailed off suggestively.

"Um, sure. Yeah, sounds good."

"You ok?"

"Sure, yeah. Just busy you know? Lots to do today," Jen said distractedly. Jared gave him a long look, but then smiled.

"Yeah, alright. You get to work and then we'll have lunch."

"Ok," Jen turned around to leave but was stopped by a kiss.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," Jared grinned, dimples and all and Jen could feel himself relaxing. He gave Jared another quick kiss before going back to his desk.

Lunch consisted of sushi from a place down the street and bland work talk. Jen tried and failed at avoiding anything about the future, which was hard considering they had to talk about upcoming meetings. But at least he kept the conversation from going anywhere personal. He left with a quick kiss and a promise of more to come later. When Jen was sitting back at his desk he realized that he was happier than he had been all morning. Though he was dreading what was to come that night, Jared still proved to be capable of pulling him out of a deep funk simply by being himself. That in and of itself was proof to Jen that he was well on his way to being head over heels for this guy.

After work, he wanted to just go home and make the call before he lost his nerve, but Jared convinced Jen to go home with him by employing his puppy dog eyes that he wielded to perfection. Soon he found himself following Jared's car back to his apartment, trying to come up with ways to say goodbye without making it obvious.

The minute he walked through the door, Jen was assaulted by Jared's lips on his. It was a hard, furious kiss; Jared claiming Jen as his own.

"Jared?" Jen interrupted, not that he wasn't enjoying it.

"God, do you realize how hot you are? Sometimes it's all I can do not to call you into my office and fuck you over my desk," Jared growled against his lips. He moved down to lick, suck, and bite at Jen's neck and Jen groaned. Jared was usually the more dominant of the two, but he'd always done it teasingly, with a flirty smile; this- this was different. there was an edge of desperation to it that surprised Jen.

Their lips met again for a desperate kiss and Jen began to worry.

"Jared?" He pulled away enough so he could ask, yet still feel Jared's panting breath on his lips. "Are you ok?"

Jared took a deep breath before he met Jen's eyes. "Yeah, just-" he breathed, "Yeah, I'm great," he kissed Jen again, more gentle than before.

The kiss was long and soft, and Jared moved them slowly towards his bedroom. He ran his hands over Jen's body, caressing while he unbuttoned the shirt. Jen followed his lead, easing Jared's shirt off his shoulders and kissing the skin that was revealed. Soon though, the urgency between them was back, only briefly held at bay. Jen pushed Jared against the bedroom door and dropped to his knees. He looked up, fascinated by the lust shown freely on Jared's face. He quickly unbuttoned Jared's pants and pulled them down along with his boxers freeing his heavy cock.

Jared fisted his hands in Jen's hair, but Jen bypassed what Jared so obviously wanted to lick the skin where his hip and leg met, chuckling at the pleading noises Jared was making, but wanting to savor this. Jen would make this last as long as humanly possible because it was the last time he would get this with the man he loved. And god, he loved him. With the timer ticking away, Jen, no Jensen, was able to admit that he loved this man more than he ever thought possible. So he decided to show him in the only way he could at this point, by making this the best sex he'd ever had. He slowly licked a stripe up his cock and looked Jared in the eye with everything he was feeling showing in them as he took him into his mouth. Jen closed his eyes as he sucked him down, feeling the head nudge at his throat and opening himself to take him in more. Above him, he heard Jared's head thunk against the door and he could hear him saying things, just nonsense babble that had Jen sucking harder and humming in pleasure.

"Jen, oh god Jen, stop," Jared pulled him off and Jen scowled at him. "I-" Jared sucked in a breath. "I want this to last. And that's not going to happen with you-" he cut off, waving his hand and looking pointedly at Jen.

Jen smirked, licking him one more time and stood up. He allowed Jared to pull his pants off and was pushed onto the bed. He bounced as he landed, and they both laughed a little, trying to diffuse the tension.

Jen's laugh turned to a groan when Jared stopped to stare hungrily at him, as if he was trying to memorize every line and freckle on his body. Before he could start to get embarrassed by the attention, Jared knelt down on the bed and kissed him deeply before kissing his way down to his nipples where he sucked and bit them until Jen arched into his mouth. He licked Jen one last time before moving down his to his navel and licking deep into it. Jared bit at the taught skin underneath it and mouthed at the coarse hair. Jen moaned and arched up again, trying to get Jared's attention just a few inches south of his current position. Jared complied briefly, mouthing up the shaft and licked into the slit at the top.

"Fuck, Jared," Jen panted. The pants changed into a groan of frustration when Jared pulled off his cock and moved lower. Lower was good and all, but Jen was really getting into the hot wet of Jared's mouth.

The heat moved down to lick and suck on his balls and Jen groaned again, this time in pleasure. Then he made an undignified squeak (not that he would ever admit to it) when Jared's mouth moved even further south. That was new. And good. Holy fuck was it good. Jared soothed Jen with his hands while he laved at Jen, pushing his tongue in occasionally, just enough to feel amazing, but to leave Jen begging for more. Jared's finger soon joined his tongue pushing in, making Jen push back against it.

"More-" he begged, and Jared paused in his ministrations to pour some lube onto his fingers and push two into Jen. While he was scissoring Jen open, he sucked his balls into his mouth humming at the noises Jen was making.

"God Jen, you feel so good, so hot. Do you want more Jen? You want another finger before I fuck you?" Jared's voice vibrated up Jen's body making him unable to answer coherently. Instead he thrashed his head and began making a keening sound that Jared took as an affirmative. He added another finger and found the spot in Jen that made him cry out. Jared hit it again and again as he sucked Jen into his mouth, sucking and fucking a rhythm until Jen grabbed the sheets and cried out. Jared swallowed as much of Jen's cum as he could, pulling off and licking the head until Jen stopped shaking. But he didn't stop his fingers, fucking Jen, mumbling filthy encouragement into the skin at his hips. He felt Jen go from bonelessly sated to rigid with tension in minutes, and only then did Jared pull his fingers out.

Jen groaned at the loss, but pulled Jared close when he knelt between his thighs, rolled on a condom and lined himself up. Jen's leg's went around Jared's waist as he slowly sank in, pulling him closer, harder, faster than Jared anticipated. Their lips met when Jared bottomed out and he fucked Jen's mouth deep with his tongue to the same rhythm as his hips were moving.

Soon, too soon, Jared felt his control leaving him and he reached out and jerked Jen's hard cock. "C'mon Jen, wanna feel it. Need to feel you come apart. Fuck you're so beautiful like this, c'mon."

"Jared!" Jen arched into him, back coming off the mattress. His body tensed as he came, ass clenching around Jared, pushing him over the edge.

Jared's vision whited-out and he came with the cry of "Jensen" on his lips. He collapsed on top of Jen, and they both clutched each other, trying to get their breathing back under control before either could move. Finally, Jared rolled off of him with a groan and fell on his side, pulling Jen into his arms, trying to synchronize their breathing and their heartbeats.

"Jen," Jared panted.

And that's when it clicked for Jen. Jared had cried out his name when he came, his name. Jensen

"What the fuck?!" Jensen flew off the bed and scrambled for his underwear.

"Jen?" Jared had a moment of confusion but then he knew. He knew that he was caught, he knew that he had to talk to Jen, no Jensen; Jensen Ackles. It was now or never to make Jensen understand, make him believe him, in him. He sighed, this was not a conversation he wanted to have naked. He reached over the bed to find his underwear while Jensen just watched him with shocked, angry eyes.

"What the fuck, Jared?" he repeated, backing up against Jared's dresser, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Jen, I-"

"No, call me by my name."

"Jensen. Jensen Ackles from Richardson by way of the Dallas office. Jensen Ackles who tonight is going to make a call that would potentially ruin my life." Jared looked at him defiantly.

"Not potentially. I am going to call them and you are going to jail for a very long time. You fucking me has not changed that, won't change that."

"Are you going to let me explain?" Jared stood near the bed, looking at Jensen defiantly, like he thought he deserved a chance.

"You mean explain how you thought that by fucking me, by making me- by being with me you thought I would just forget why I was here? Forget what you've been doing?" Jensen's stance changed to more aggressive, standing straighter, more forward, legs braced apart.

"Like you weren’t doing this to get information from me. You fucked me so you could get closer to me, get into my house, find some incriminating evidence that I might have left lying around."

"Well good. Now that we've established that we were both using each other, I'll be going now. I have an important call to make." Jensen scooped up his clothes and started for the door, only to be blocked by six feet five of Jared Padalecki.

"You are not leaving until we talk this out." Jared crossed his arms over his bare chest and pulled himself to his full height.

"We just talked it all out, what more do you want? Now get out of my way," Jensen glared at him, eyes threatening violence if Jared didn't do what he asked.

"How about why I did it. Why I stole all of that money. Why I made it look like it was Buck and Beau doing it. Don't you want to know, Jensen?"

"What is there to know Jared? You're a greedy asshole who decided to stick it to your bosses."

"Really, that's what you think of me?" Jared backed off a step, looking more hurt than Jensen thought he should be allowed to. His first instinct was to comfort him, but he had to remind himself that the Jared he saw every day, the Jared he grew to love was not the real Jared.

He reached out for Jensen's arm, but was quickly shaken off. "Jensen please, let me show you something. You owe me at least that much before you destroy my life," Jared's eyes were large and pleading.

"You deserve to have your life destroyed Jared," he said quietly, as if he was trying to convince himself as well as Jared. Jared pressed his advantage and kissed Jensen softly.
"Please, just one thing. Please Jensen," he whispered against his lips and watched as Jensen's resolve fell.

"One thing."

"Thank you." Jared led him to his study and pulled out a manila folder that looked well used. He pulled everything out of it and handed it to Jensen.

On the top was a picture of an older woman with Jared's smile.

"That was my grandmother, Meg Miller. After my parents were killed when I was 9, she took me in. When I was in high school, she came to Bingham Investments to invest all of her savings with them so that she could help me pay for my education. I wanted to study English at the time. I wanted to write books and I wanted to teach. I knew that I was going to be in school forever but she pushed me, encouraged me to do it. She was so proud of me, I was going to be the first in my family to go to college. I made it through one year of college before she got sick." Jared paused in his story when his voice cracked. He took the picture from Jensen and held it. He took a deep breath before looking back at Jensen and continuing his story.

"It was an advanced case of leukemia. She was already retired and her health insurance wouldn't cover all of the treatments. So she came to Buck and Beau wanting to close all of her accounts. They told her that because of some bad investments, she'd lost everything. And without her treatment, she died only a few months after being diagnosed. I left school and we spent those last few months together. I loved that woman so much. She raised me, she saved me, and she lost everything trying to help me. Buck and Beau did that to her."

Jared's eyes shown with unshed tears. He blinked them back angrily and set the picture down in front of Jensen.

Jensen felt for Jared, he couldn't imagine that happening to him, but he had to point it out: "What happened was terrible Jared, it really was. And I am so sorry that you had to go through that. But if she lost the money through bad investments, it's not necessarily all Bingham's fault."

"I know that. You don't think that I know that. But after she died, I went back to school, this time for business. I didn't want something like this to happen to anyone else. And I started checking out Bingham Investments. I was angry and I wanted to know how that could have happened. And after I started digging, I realized that it wasn't the first time that someone had lost everything through 'bad investments'. It happened quite a bit, and always to people who had put everything they had into their investments. The people that if they lost it all, they wouldn't be able to do anything. And after some intense digging, I saw that all of the accounts that lost everything had invested in the same company. A fake company that turned out to be owned by the Bingham brothers. They were pocketing the money and ruining people's lives." He slammed a stack of papers in front of Jensen and stabbed a finger into them. "Just take a look. I have all the proof in here.” Jared was quiet while Jensen looked through the first few pages.

"Jared, how did you learn to do this? This takes some serious hacking," Jensen leafed through the stack.

"In college I had a roommate that was a hacker. Alec was shady but a good guy. He taught me a lot," Jared leaned back in his chair and waited for Jensen to keep looking at the papers.

"Ok, I can see that you're right about all of this. But why not turn them in? Why steal all of that money from them, it make you as bad as they are." Jared could see Jensen struggle with this.

"I can't. None of this was obtained legally so the cops won't touch it. And with the money I stole, I'm leaving."

"Leaving?"

"I'm leaving the states. I bought a house in Morocco. I have nothing left here, and enough money to live well for the rest of my life. See, I took the money I stole, or stole back, and invested it. In my time with the company I learned how to invest well, and the money tripled. And I'm splitting it up with everyone Buck and Beau ever ripped off. I'm leaving them looking like they stole the money and I'm taking my share to Morocco."

"Since you have nothing left here," Jensen finished quietly. While listening to Jared, he realized that the reason he was never able to reconcile the Jared he knew and the Jared who stole was because in the end, Jared was doing the right thing. Sure he was taking the illegal route, but he was picking up where the law left off and that fit right in with the man Jensen had fallen in love with.

"Well, that was the plan. But that was before," Jared leaned towards Jensen, putting a hand on his arm.

"Before?"

"Before you. I know that we started off in a bad place. I know that. But everything changed. Jensen, I love you." Jared's eyes were earnest, begging Jensen to believe him.

"You do?" Jensen felt shell shocked and couldn't quite process what he was hearing.

"I do, and I want you to come with me. I already have everything ready. I have a plane ticket with your name on it leaving in a week with me if you want it. I know it's a lot to ask, leaving everything. But I can't stay here, and I love you too much to leave you behind."

"I-" Jared cut him off with a kiss, putting every emotion he felt into it. When he pulled back, he saw all the same emotions reflected back to him in Jensen's beautiful green eyes. "I love you too," Jensen said, voice raw and broken, and Jared couldn't resist kissing him again.

"But?" Jared prompted.

"No but. I love you Jared. I can be ready to leave in four days. I just need to set up some offshore accounts that are untraceable to transfer what I have. And you should let me take a look at what you've done."

"Yeah, having a brilliant young accountant as an accomplice would probably a good idea," Jared smiled and Jensen kissed him again.

Epilogue: One month later

Buck Bingham watched from the hallway as the IRS and FBI went through every scrap of paper in his office, knowing they were doing the same to Beau's. They were well and truly fucked; if what he saw of the search warrant was right. And the worst part was that what they were being accused of wasn't even what they had been doing. Buck had always known that they could get caught for ripping off the poor shmucks that couldn't do anything about it, but they'd never stolen from the company directly, and they sure as hell hadn't used it to fund home grown terrorists which was apparently where the paper trail the feds were following had led them too.

This must have been Padalecki's doing. It had taken them almost three years of him working for them to connect his name from the long forgotten documents from that annoying old lady from almost a decade ago. Once they'd figured it out, they'd sent Ackles on his trail, but three weeks ago Padalecki up and disappeared, taking Ackles right along with him. When the two fell off the face of the earth, Buck knew it was only a matter of time before the feds came knocking. But this was worse than anything he could have imagined.
Beau broke him from his thoughts red faced and waving around an envelope.

"What?" Buck asked.

Beau couldn't stop his angry muttering and just thrust the envelope at his brother.
Buck opened it to find a picture of a sunset on a beach with two shadows. He turned the picture over and read:

Learned your lesson?

Please, no hilly nilly finger lickin'

First j2 to be posted ever!