#what if Jared was tipsy enough to be bold!

[sochilll]

Kleinsen 58.. please....

58. "Do I make you nervous?" (Prompt list!)

“I mean, what’s the point of coming to a gay club if you weren’t gonna flirt with any guys?” Jared took a long sip of his drink. He’d ordered a vodka coke but the ice was melting quick and he needed to finish it before the watery vodka and flat soda became nauseating.

“The environment. The culture.” Evan’s cup was still full. He’d gotten a vodka coke too, mostly because saying “I’ll have the same” was easier than making a choice.

“Bullshit.”

“I just can’t.” Evan raised his voice to be heard over the music. “I get nervous around hot guys.”

“Why’d you gesture at me?”

“I didn’t,” Evan said quickly.

“Yes you did. You said ‘hot guys’ and then clearly gestured toward me.”

“No I didn’t,” Evan insisted.

Jared tilted his head. “Do… I make you nervous?”

“You make me irritated.”

Jared stepped toward him. He was having a whirlwind of a night and something in the back of his only slightly alcohol muddled brain was telling him to ruin his longest lasting friendship.

“Evan,” Jared leaned into his space. “Do I make you nervous?”

Evan’s entire face was bright red but to his credit, he remained strong.

“No. You’re pretty much the only person who doesn’t.”

Jared considered that. “Is that better or worse?”

“I… don’t know,” Evan’s eyes only dipped for a second but Jared still caught it. “I can’t… think. I… you’re throwing me off.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’re annoying.”

“You’re a shitty liar.” Jared grinned. “You wouldn’t hang out with me so much if you didn’t like me.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t like you. You’re just annoying too.”

Jared reached behind Evan to set his cup on the bar. Evan jumped, bumping into the polished wood behind him.

“Very normal reaction.”

“Shut up,” Evan mumbled. “Didn’t you come here to pick up a guy? Why don’t you go do that?”

Jared shrugged, the two shots and the vodka coke were mingling in his brain. “Maybe I am.”

Evan sputtered.

Jared smiled slightly. “You can say no.”

It took Evan a few moments to stop stammering. He took a long drink and then set his cup on the bar. “I’m not saying no.”

Jared kissed him before he could think better of it. Evan’s hands were clumsy, landing on Jared’s hips for a moment before pulling back and resting on his shoulders instead. Jared pressed him into the bar which was probably uncomfortable but Evan wasn’t complaining.

They were interrupted by a sharp elbow in Jared’s back. It wasn’t completely uncalled for as they were blocking the bar, but Jared gave the guy a dirty look anyway.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” He asked Evan leaning closer than he needed to under the pretense of being heard over the music. “I have a really nice place a few blocks away.”

“You have a studio and it’s shit.” Evan said, but he followed Jared anyway.

They stumbled out into the cool, fresh air. It was a relief after being in the stuffy club. Jared stood there for a moment, enjoying the breeze.

“Jared,” Evan raised his eyebrows. He was hugging his arms and shivering slightly. “Are we gonna go?”

Jared looked at him. Evan. Standing there, waiting to follow Jared home. Looking at Jared like nothing at all was wrong. Like they hadn’t ruined anything.

“Jared,” he said again, smiling slightly. “I’m freezing. Can we go?”

“Yeah,” Jared stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Come on.”

He started off, Evan catching up and falling into step beside him.

[calamiitywrites]

Jared Leto x Reader - Just Friends

AUTHOR’S NOTE; I didn’t know how much fluff you wanted or if you wanted them to be a couple or friends? I also didn’t know if you wanted smut or not so I just added a little bit because it fit into the story that was going on in my head. I didn’t want to add a lot and you be like “umm I didn’t ask for that.” I hope this was to your liking and I hope it’s ok. 

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND SMUT. 

"Bottoms up, Bottoms up, UP! Hey what’s in ya cup. Got a couple bottles! but a couple ain’t enough.” You sang loudly over the stereo while pouring your next glass of alcohol into one of your favorite cups. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t already slightly tipsy, but you hadn’t drank enough to drown out the misery just yet. 

2 years you had been in a relationship with the same man, 2 years you had been faithful to him and 2 years you had sacrificed for him only to have him cheat on you in the end. 

The trivial task of tidying up your apartment was the only barrier you had against your looming emotions of grief, but ever so slowly you began to notice that even cleaning wasn’t going to block out the pain much longer. So you decided to introduce a little anarchy to the mix by adding alcohol which seemed to do the trick just fine, but being tipsy wasn’t enough. You needed more. 

Distant feelings of unease plagued your chest and you could feel the tears stringing at the brim of your eyelids, but you refused to fall apart. Your now ex-boyfriend was not worth the tears or the heart ache, but you couldn’t figure out what you hated worse; the break up or the fact that you felt like your time wasted. For 2 years you were the dutiful girlfriend only to have him cheat on you with someone who wasn’t even half of what you were. Son of a bitch. 

You laughed to yourself in an attempt to counteract the pain, but slowly you started to see the humor in it all. What were you really losing? The sex was terrible because he never truly got you off, he was selfish, his job was pathetic and his idea of romance was a night at Hobby Lobby picking out things for the apartment. It was your own fault for dating someone the same age as you without the same maturity level. What was it about this generation of people? Your grandfather used to write your grandmother love notes that when compiled together were longer than a college thesis, but all they can offer you now are dick pics and dirty talk that wasn’t even really dirty. Pathetic. Then they wonder why 20 something year olds end up with 30 and 40 year olds; to avoid the drama and bullshit. 

The distant sound of buzzing caught your ear and you froze. A part of you wanted to answer it considering it could be a friend, but the idea that it could be your ex just made you want to stuff the phone into the trash can. However, he wouldn’t be bold enough to call you after the way the both of you ended things, another thing you hated about him was that he was a coward.

Your fingers grazed the screen of your phone with curiosity and you were pleased to find that it was your long term friend, Jared Leto. Your friendship originally began more than 4 years ago when you first moved to California and started working at “The Lab” under him. All the late nights, lack of sleep, and pure torture that you put yourself to make sure you were on top of everything usually paid off when you ran into him at least 4 times a week after midnight. You guys usually ended up having in depth conversations about the universe and how to creatively influence the masses when it came to entertainment. Soon, the midnight conversations at the lab turned into random texts throughout the day and then into casual days and nights of hanging out after you eventually stopped working at the lab. You were now spending most of your time at your new job as a writer for a local magazine.

Although he was attractive and influential, you two never crossed the boundaries of friendship due to the fact that you were in a relationship, he was your boss at the time, and you just didn’t view him that way. You were quite certain he saw you as nothing but a friend as well, but you never felt the need to ask. 

“Hello.” You answered attempting to sound as casual as possible, but you were sure he already knew. 

“Hey-Oh.” He answered overly enthused. 

“Hey J, I’m kinda....busy. Everything good?” You answered in an attempt to get him off the phone. Although you knew his objective was to make you feel better, you still didn’t feel quite up to faking an ok attitude for anyone. 

“Well that sucks because i’m outside your door.” He stated simply.

“No.” You urged.

“Oh yeah.” He huffed out and began to knock. 

“What are you doing here?” You question while sliding up against your apartment door and peeking out the peep hole. To your utter dismay, he was standing there with alcohol and ice cream. 

“Bearing gifts.” He answered while adjusting his tone as if he were bargaining with you. 

“J, I’m not...” You began but he interrupted you. 

“Thirsty? Well that’s ok because I have ice cream. Open up.” He requested while allowing his bottom lip to poke out as if begging. How could you say no to that face?

You fingers gently pushed against your apartment’s door and slowly it opened to reveal a smiling Jared with “gifts.” He walked passed you as if you weren’t even there at first and rested the things he brought on your small, round dinning room table. 

“You got started without me.” He spoke while raising a brow towards the half empty bottle of alcohol on the living room table. You felt a small inch of shame take over the forefront of your mind as you closed and locked the front door. 

“Yeah well..” You started, but found yourself without a snarky remark to give him. You were still consumed in your own self pity to really feel like yourself. 

“So....” He trailed off, slipping off his shoes, and flopping onto your couch. “What happened?” he continued while officially opening up the alcohol he had brought inside. His voice changed ever so slightly and became high pitched like that of a woman’s. You couldn’t stop the half hearted smile that took over you and your small walk over to the couch near him was comforting. Truth be told, his voice reminded you of Rayon’s at that moment, and slowly you started to forget that he was even a guy. He some how always managed to slip into a best friend role so easily when you found yourself going through something detrimentally difficult.

You spent most of the hour drinking and revealing the true story behind everything. How you had read a message on your ex’s phone that lead to you ultimately following him and finding him in the act with this other woman. Your emotions ranged from being pissed off about the betrayal to being utterly hurt by the fact that he would cheat on you as if it were nothing. Eventually after more drinks than you could count you found yourself laughing back and forwards about how pathetic your ex-boyfriend truly was. 

“Didn’t you say he was a crappy gift giver who never remembered your anniversaries anyway?” He questioned while raising a brow in disbelief. 

“Uh, yeah. He sucked at legit everything....except the actual sucking part.” You laughed before glancing over at him. 

“What do you mean?” He questioned while furrowing his eyebrows. 

“I mean like....he was bad at ...you know?” You questioned rolling your eyes in remembrance of it all. 

“Oh shit.” He said simply before taking another sip of his drink. 

“Seriously, it was really bad. I’m not a pro but Jesus, I always pictured it’d be better than that.” You sighed. 

“Something about it had to be good if you kept going back.” He countered and for a moment you felt like he was defending him. 

“I just kept thinking, one of these days he’ll get it right, and i’ll finally...you know..” You trailed off. 

“Finally what?” He questioned. 

“You know...Like...finish..?” You answered, and to your surprise you looked up to find him staring at you. 

“You mean orgasm? You can say it you know, it’s not a dirty word.” He stated in an as a matter a fact tone. You rolled your eyes and shrugged. 

“If you knew what I meant, why make fun of me about it?” You questioned only to have him laugh. He took another sip of his drink before wrinkling his eye brows again and turning to look at you.

“Wait....have you never orgasmed before?” 

“Well, no. Have you?” You asked.

“Umm, yes.” He chuckled out before shifting his body slightly to turn in your direction.  “Are you serious right now?” He asked again. 

“About what?” 

“Have you for real never orgasmed before?” He asked. “All bullshit aside.” He urged.

“No J, i’ve never orgasmed before. What is this, a confessional?” You questioned officially fed up with this conversation. His head inched back slightly as if not believing your words. 

“Not even with your boyfriends before?” He asked.

“What is this, an interview?” 

“Can you just answer the question.” He demanded.

“No, not even with my boyfriend’s before. I just....can’t do it. Another thing wrong with me I guess.” your shrugged taking another drink. His fingers rested on the base of your glass to stop you from getting another and you turned to him confused. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” His voice changed this time and it was much lower than before as if he were a father talking to his child. “What usually happens when you try?” 

“Umm, I don’t know, nothing? Most of my boyfriends just....finish and then it’s done.” You shrugged.

“So it’s not that you can’t, it’s that they just didn’t care to help you with it.” He stated as if discovering something interesting.

“Yeah. I didn’t matter enough. Shocker there.” You giggled, but it was light hearted. 

“Have you tried by yourself?” He questioned and you found your head turning in his direction with irritation. It came out so casual as if he were a doctor and this conversation was normal. Perhaps he had, had too much to drink. 

“Are you asking me if I masturbate J? Really?” Your eyes narrowed at him. 

“Yes.” He countered as if he were surprised that I was so objective to the conversation. 

“No, I don’t.” You state simply. “Do you?” You question. His eyes fell from your and his lips displayed a small smile. His entire expression read obviously, but he didn’t answer. You found yourself laughing at it all, and he mirrored this laugh. 

“I don’t know, I looked it up. When in doubt, google. Turns out it’s a real condition that people have where the big O is not something their body can actually do. It’s like antelope-gasm or some shit.” You flustered out only to have him laugh to tears next to you.

“Anorgasmia. It’s called anorgasmia.” He laughed again. “So you’ve never been to the doctor about it?” He asked.

“I get my yearly checkup. They say i’m totally normal down there, so I don’t know. I guess I just have to have bomb good good like Black Chyna or Beyonce to keep a man.” You shrug. 

“Jay Z cheated on Beyonce remember? So that’s technically not true. Show me a beautiful woman and i’ll show you a man that’s tired of fucking her. It’s not all about sexual appetite or appearances, it’s about the in depth spark of a person. Partners are supposed to care about one another enough to have the passion to be patient in finding what ultimately satisfies them, sexually and non-sexually. For you, maybe general vanilla sex just isn’t for you, maybe you like foreplay, maybe you like something slower than the general pounding of flesh and for some reason your lovers didn’t care enough to figure that out. When i’m with a woman that I care for and am pursuing sexual relations with, I don’t just want to fuck them, I want something so much more than that. I want to study them, to learn them, and to commit them to memory. I want to know everything that makes them tick and drives them to their edge. I want to learn everything I can about making them fall apart beneath me, or beside me, or on top of me because that’s my pleasure. Fucking is about power, but sex is about education. I have a keen need for exploration so just shoving myself in a girl and getting off isn’t fun for me. If I just wanted to get off, I would take care of it myself, I know what I like. But I want to learn what she likes. Your boyfriends just lacked imagination.” He stated. His fingers grazed the side of your face gently before he spoke again. “There is nothing, wrong with you.” 

His lips came into contact with your own and the grip on the side of your face became more detrimental as if he had been wanting to do this for a long time. Your body moved closer to his for a glimmer of a second before you stopped yourself

“What are you doing J?” 

“What’s it feel like?” He countered.

“You’ve had a lot to drink, you shouldn’t do this.” You urged, but he shook his head.

“No, you’ve had a lot to drink, i’m completely sober.” He answered. 

“I’m not drunk. I am under the influence but I am not drunk.” You stated sternly only to have him smile in response. 

“Then kiss me, all by yourself.” He urged. 

“J.” You countered. 

“I’m your friend and I’m willing to be your experiment. If you really can’t cum, then let’s find out.”  He smiled and although he said it in a joking manner, his tone was serious. 

“I can’t do that.” You stated.

“I’m not going to do anything for you, you have to make this decision on your own. If you really want to find out, kiss me. If not then we’ll just spend our lives not knowing.” He instructed. 

“.....Close your eyes.” You demanded. His eyebrows furrowed before he eventually surrendered to the task, and you sighed. It wasn’t like he wasn’t attractive and you truly did trust him, so why was this so hard? Your eyes studied him slowly and traveled down the front of his neck. His v-neck black shirt sat against his frame elegantly while the cross necklace around his neck sat in complete contrast to his skin. You couldn’t feel it but the slight inching of your body towards his landed your lips directly on top of his. Why think about it anymore? 

His fingers slipped to the base of your neck pulling you closer and you found yourself enjoying his fingers there. They were hesitant at first as if he were surprised that you actually went through with it, but his dominancy did not remain at bay as he tightened his fingers slightly. They slowly traveled down the front of your shirt and tugged at the rim of your collar exposing delicate pieces of your bra. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his fingers around your left breast while the other hand kept you close to his frame, constricting your movements and keeping you where he wanted you. 

You couldn’t stop the moan that slid through your lips and the sound of a growl resonating through his just made you even more excited. His body weight shifted against yours, pushing you backwards onto the bases of your elbows. He leaned over you and rested each hand on either side of your face and finally his lips left yours. Even though he stopped kissing you he still kept his face only an inch away from yours.

“Are you wet?” he questioned. You ran your hands down the front of your shirt and around your throat absently.

“No, I...I don’t think I wasted anything or ...” He chuckled at your words. 

“I meant down here.” He soothed while running his fingers up your thy. Your eyebrows lifted in shock of your own ignorance and you couldn’t help but giggle in response. 

“I think so.” You said simply only to have him look down through the small space in between you.

“Let’s find out.” He urged while sliding his hand down the front of your frame and landing at the rim of your panties. His fingers moved slowly through the fabric of your clothes and rubbed against your inner core delicately resulting in a gasp from your lips. You had felt this feeling before, but never as intense as it was now. He looked you in the eyes as he touched you like he was studying your expressions carefully and the sensation of it set your body on fire. 

You felt your body inch up in his direction in an effort to contain the arousal that resonated between your legs. His thumb moved over your clit slowly at first until he fashioned himself a rhythm of circular motions that caused you to bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning into his ear. 

“Yeah, you’re really wet.” He nodded continuing to play symphony between your legs. You couldn’t stop the cascade of moans that left your lips or the irresistible feeling you got from watching him bite his lip above you and watch. He moved closer to your face, studying you more before moaning himself. You tilted your head back when you felt your eyes water and you heard him growl again.

“Look at me.” He urged and you slowly opened your eyes again to level with his. They were intense, and smoldering as they drank in every expression and sound you made. You couldn’t understand what made it so intimate and intoxicating but drove you over the edge. 

“Ahhh, there it is.” He nodded moving his fingers faster now and forcing your legs wider with the tip of his knee. The intensity behind it made you want to close your legs to him but he kept them open. “Don’t hold back, give it to me.” he demanded in the low voice from before. You were overwhelmed by the growing sensation in the pit of your stomach and without warning it burst leaving you in a pool of ecstasy. In your fit you didn’t notice that you had dug your fingers into the skin on his arms. 

“It’s a miracle, you came.” He joked while pulling his wet fingers up to his lips. He licked them slowly before returning his eyes to you. “So sweet.” He answered. You felt yourself blush at the idea of it and he smiled.

“Did he ever taste you?” He questioned and you shook your head. 

“He didn’t like that.” You answered. 

“Can I? we’ve proven you can cum once, want to try again?” He questioned. 

“Again?” You questioned.

“I like the way you cum.” He admitted.

“You’re just saying that because you want to fuck me.” You chuckled.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” 

“I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.” you spoke only to have him laugh again. His fingers slipped into yours and guided them down to the center of his jeans. 

“Does it feel like you’re making me do something I don’t want to?” he asked, finally resting your hands on his erection. You finally shook your head. 

“So what do you want?” He questioned glancing down at you, and you sat there pondering if you could push your friendship with him any more passed the edge.