Driven

Chapter 3: Tell Me You Did Not Just Blow Off Jared Padalecki

The cell phone rang out loudly, startling Jensen and sending his head into a dull throb. The song that came from the speakers reminded him that Chris had confiscated his phone briefly at the bar last night, giggling when he gave it back. No matter how much he loved Chris, he was not appreciative of "Red Solo Cup" as a means to waking up with a hangover.

Jensen glared at the phone with his one open eye. A number he didn't recognize flashed across the screen, so he swatted at it, blindly pressing the ignore button. Once the silence had been restored, he sighed in bliss and snuggled deeper into his bedding.

He had just started drifting off again when his phone let out a cheerful (preprogrammed thankfully) tone to announce that he'd received a text message. A glance showed the same strange number as the sender.

"What the hell," he grumbled, snagging the phone from its spot on the nightstand and pulling it down to his cozy nest of rumpled sheets. He refused to move more than necessary to send a scathing reply to the idiot who was waking him up. He peeked out at the alarm clock and was surprised to see that it was actually close to noon and that the tumbler from his bathroom was filled with water, sitting next to two aspirins. His head gave a sharp twinge behind one eye - he almost never slept this late, even when he wanted to. And he knew he hadn't gotten up for water....had he? Swiping the texting app open with his thumb, he frowned quizzically at the message.

*hey, Jensen this is Jared from last night*

Jensen felt his headache worsen and his stomach tighten as fuzzy memories of the taller man came rushing back with force. Jared was pretty much exactly his type - tall, broad shouldered but trim like a swimmer or a runner, long fingers, which meant more than adequate body parts southward. He'd have had to be blind not to be into Jared, but Jensen's own blatant flirting at the bar and his wanton actions afterwards sent a flush of embarrassment to his face, burning and tingling the skin on his cheeks. A peek down into his covers confirmed that he had fallen asleep naked and, if nothing else, he'd had one hell of a wet dream. The bed reeked and now that he was fully conscious, he felt the uncomfortable scratch of stiff spots on his bedding.

He frowned. That was not how he normally reacted to a pretty face he'd only just met, regardless of how much he wanted the other person. Usually, Jensen was the type to play it safe - keep his feelings guarded and his arousal at a low temperature around others. He was actually quite shy when it came to dating and could count the number of people he'd gotten intimate with on one hand. He was extremely careful ever since Tom...

Chris, however, found it utterly amusing to feed Jensen whiskey to allow the more outgoing side of his friend to come out. Jensen clearly recalled taking a couple of shots that Chris had handed him, mischievous glint in his eye. He had to remember to exact some sort of revenge for this mess he was in now....Before he could puzzle out what exactly he wanted to do about Chris, the phone sent out another happy ring as another message came across the screen.

*I just wanted to say thanks and that I had a great time. Wish I could've been there to say it in person, but duty calls. This is my personal cell, so no excuses from you if I don't hear back. Later*

"What the hell?" Jensen groaned, flopping over onto his back and then wincing at the dull throb that came from his ass. His eyes widened and the breath left his body in shock. "Oh, no..."

~*~
A couple hours and one long, hot shower later, Jensen had resigned himself to sulking on his sofa and staring blankly at the television. He'd actually had a one-night stand with the hottest guy he'd seen in a long time. He'd had a drunken hook-up with an actor on a popular television show. He'd....completely lost himself and all of his control and allowed his life to become some strange copy of everyone in his life he never wanted to be. At least he'd discovered the remains of the evening tied up in the trashcan, so no need to rush off to the store for an emergency set of pills. He shuddered at the thought. He wondered what Jared would think about it if something like that were to happen...