noelleleithefic | Jansis: Starstruck (2/2) -- Nuke/Jansis BigBang 2010

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Title: Starstruck
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noelleleithe
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, RPF, AU

Summary: Jake pinned him with a look so raw and needy that Van nearly fell out of his seat.

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They didn't speak, touch, or even look at each other during the ten-minute ride. Van paid the driver and climbed out, Jake unfolding his long limbs behind him and once again following him, this time up the steps to his building. When he reached the door, Van paused, uncertain about what was happening for the first time since Jake's whispered words in the bar.

He turned and lifted his head, not sure what he was going to say but needing to know something, anything about what they were doing. Jake didn't give him a chance. One of those hand slid around the back of Van's neck, and then Jake was kissing him. It took Van all of two seconds to decide this was the best kiss of his life. Jake's lips were soft but insistent, coaxing Van's mouth open, and when Jake's tongue reached out to brush against Van's, all thought flew away.

Van fumbled with the locks, barely breaking their kisses as they tumbled inside and up the short flight of stairs to his apartment. Jake's hands seemed to be everywhere, touching and caressing and clutching at Van's clothes, like Jake was trying to climb inside them. Van got them into the apartment and the door locked before letting his keys fall from his fingers, putting them to much better use twisting into Jake's dark curls.

They kissed against the door for what felt like hours, Van pressed between solid wood and solid Jake. Jake thoroughly explored every square millimeter of Van's mouth, running his tongue across Van's lips, nibbling lightly and tonguing deep. Jake's hands ran up and down Van's sides, fingers tracing along the waistband of his jeans, teasing up under the hem of his shirt. Van's stomach muscles jumped under Jake's feather-light touch and Jake moaned into Van's mouth in response.

Van tore his mouth away from Jake's, which just sent Jake mouthing down his throat, sucking at his pulse point. "Oh fuck," Van gasped, hands clenching into Jake's scalp. "Jesus, Jake."

Jake moaned again, hands finally diving under Van's shirt and skimming up high, nails scratching across his nipples. Van jerked and gasped again, trying desperately to find words, to get this back under control before they were too far gone to stop.

"Jake," he finally managed, tugging at Jake's hair. "Jake, wait, please!"

Jake stilled against him, fingers pressing into his chest, lips wet on his neck. He sucked in a shuddering breath and blew it back out, cold air hitting Van's damp skin, sending a shiver through him.

Jake's hands pulled away, planting against the door on either side of Van, and he levered himself back. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'll just … I'll go."

Van rolled his eyes. "Hey," he said, tugging at Jake's hair again, ducking his head to try to catch Jake's eye. "Who said anything about you leaving?"

Jake finally looked at him, eyes clouded, uncertain. "I thought--" He stopped and blew out another long breath. "I don't know what I thought."

Van offered a small smile. "I'm not opposed to any of this," he said softly. "I just ... I'm not good with diving in headfirst. I'm a talker. I need to talk first."

Jake studied his eyes for a few moments, and Van just held still, waiting. Jake finally nodded. "Okay," he said. "Talk is good. I can do talk."

His mouth lifted into a slow, crooked smile that nearly undid all of Van's resolve. Carefully, Van stepped away, sliding his hands out of Jake's hair. "Sofa," he said. "I'll grab us some water and be right there."

He tried to breathe as he walked into the kitchen, but his brain was still pretty short-circuited from those kisses. If that's what Jake can do with just his mouth on mine, he thought, imagine what he could do with the rest of that body.

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Water in hand, Van walked slowly back toward the sofa. Jake sat on the edge of the cushions, leaning forward over his legs, long arms resting against his thighs, hands cupped together between his knees. He lifted his head as Van approached, turning those bottomless eyes toward him, nearly taking away Van's resolve.

"I can go if you want, really," Jake said softly. "I mean, I don't--" He shook his head. "I want to stay. Don't misunderstand that. But I don't want to do this and then be awkward about it tomorrow, and the day after that. That's not how I operate."

Van nodded and held out one of the water bottles. Jake sat up a little straighter as he reached for it, offering a quick "thanks."

Van popped the lid on his water and sat down. He took a sip and swallowed. "That's not how I operate either," he finally said, fingernail scraping at the label on the bottle. "I mean, I'm not going to pretend I've never had a one-night stand. But not like this, not with someone I already ... know."

He almost didn't catch himself in time, nearly said something stronger that would've been too soon for either of them. He caught in a breath instead. "But I'm not talking about making some kind of long-term promises or anything either," he said. "We're both adults. And if we want to kiss or have sex or whatever, it doesn't have to be--"

Jake stopped him with a hand over his. "Van," he said, leaning in close, mouth so close to his ear Van could feel his breath. Van shuddered. "I don't need promises of forever," Jake murmured. "I don't need to plan out the rest of our lives right now. And yeah, I'll admit to being a little starstruck when we first met, but then I got to know you, and I just ... like you. A lot. I think you're funny, and smart, and talented, and hotter than hell, and I just want to be with you."

He ran his tongue lightly across the sensitive skin just below Van's ear. "I want you, Van," he whispered. "All of you. Right now. Everything else we can figure out as we go along."

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Van turned his head slowly, so slowly toward Jake. Jake was still so close that their noses brushed as Van moved, and Jake sucked in air at the contact. Van's heart tripped over itself at the sound.

Suddenly they were kissing again. Van didn't know who'd moved first, and he didn't really care. Jake's mouth was back on his, his hands were sliding around him, and nothing else really seemed to matter right then. Nothing else could possibly feel so good.

Except more of the same, of course. Jake fell back onto the sofa cushions, pulling Van over him, and Van let his legs open, knees landing on either side of Jake's hips. Their kiss barely broke as they moved, and in seconds they were pressed together from hips to lips, moans and smacking sounds filling the air around them. Van shoved one hand into Jake's hair and slid the other down his long, long torso, finally bringing it to rest over that hard bulge under his jeans he'd admired at the bar. Jake hissed at the contact, bucking up against Van's fingers.

Van broke the kiss and smiled against Jake's mouth. "You like that?" he asked, squeezing lightly.

"Fuck yeah," Jake breathed, wrapping both hands around Van's ass and squeezing. "Christ, Van. Want you to touch me so much."

Van kissed him again, fast, hard, deep. "Yeah," he finally replied. "Gonna fuck you until you see stars."

Jake grinned at that. "I already see one star," he said. He ground his hips up. "I'd like to see a lot more of him, too."

Van pushed up and back. "Bed," he said. "Don't want to do this here." He grinned down at Jake, who made quite a picture on his brown sofa, all white teeth and long limbs and dark blue eyes. "Well, maybe later, but not now."

He held out a hand, and Jake raised an eyebrow as he took it, letting Van pull him to his feet. Van backed down the short hallway toward his bedroom, keeping Jake at arm's length but never breaking eye contact as he moved. Jake followed as if transfixed, eyes blackening with lust, tongue darting out to lick lips reddened by kisses.

Van didn't stop until he reached the side of the bed. Jake took another step toward him, but Van held out his free hand to stop him.

"Just let me ..." He raked his gaze down Jake's body, up his long legs, pausing to drink in the hard rock under denim at their apex, then further across lean torso and broad chest until at least he was looking into Jake's eyes. He smiled then, slowly, running his tongue across the sharp edges of his bottom teeth.

"Clothes off," he ordered, lifting a teasing eyebrow and dropping his grip on Jake's hand. Jake raised the corresponding eyebrow in response.

"I will if you will."

Van kicked off his shoes without breaking their gaze. Jake did the same, and they both reached for the buttons of their jeans, popping them almost simultaneously, the low sounds echoing in the near-silence of the room.

Suddenly clothes were flying in all directions and they were lunging for each other, bare skin meeting as they kissed wildly, hands diving into hair and gliding down strong back muscles. Van stumbled backward and fell onto the mattress, pulling Jake down on top of him, wrapping his legs high around Jake's hips, driving their hard cocks together. Jake moaned deep in his chest and Van sighed his response, tipping his pelvis up, pushing for more friction.

Van decided he loved Jake's mouth. It was way too soon to make any decisions about the rest of Jake, although he liked everything a whole lot so far, but Jake's mouth had to be the eighth wonder of the world. Jake knew exactly how to move his lips, his tongue, even his teeth to drive Van completely out of his mind. He'd barely moved beyond Van's mouth, but just the idea of what that mouth could do elsewhere made it hard for Van to think at all.

And then Jake's mouth landed on the side of Van's neck, and those sharp canines scraped across the tendon. Van shivered and moaned, and Jake responded by biting down, hard. Van's mind whited out as he shouted in surprise and pleasure, body convulsing as he came.

~~~~

"Holy shit."

Hazily, Van knew that must've been Jake talking, because he didn't seem to have the brain power to speak yet. He hadn't come so fast since he was a teenager getting his first furtive handjob, backstage between play rehearsals. Steven had been a year older and clearly knew exactly what he was doing, because it took maybe a half-dozen strokes before Van lost it.

But this. Fuck. Van knew he had a thing for a little pain, but he'd never been bitten like that before. He lifted a shaky hand to touch the spot that still throbbed lightly.

"Van?" Jake sounded more hesitant now, and Van forced himself to open his eyes and find Jake's. The deep blue was clouded with uncertainty again, and Van couldn't bear that. Summoning the shreds of energy he had left, he dove forward and caught Jake's mouth in a searing kiss, driving away any doubt about what he was feeling.

Jake moaned into the kiss, hips pushing forward, and Van realized Jake was still hard, harder than ever. Tearing himself away from Jake's unbelievably talented mouth, Van pushed at Jake's shoulders until he fell back on the bed and dove down to take Jake's dick in his mouth. Jake let out his own shout of surprise, and Van smiled as he sucked, letting his tongue play along the underside, wrapping one hand around the base.

He knew Jake was close, so he didn't tease. Hand, lips, tongue, suction, Jake's fingers combing through his hair, and within minutes it was Jake's turn to empty everything out through his cock. Van swallowed and licked, cleaning and gentling him through it, finally crawling back up Jake's limp body to rest beside him on the mattress.

They just breathed together for long minutes. Van eventually reached over and pulled a handful of tissues out of the box on his bedside table, wiping the remnants of his orgasm off their stomachs. Jake twitched and sighed, rolling onto his side, reaching out one hand to pull Van toward him by the nape of his neck.

Van melted into the kiss, slow and deep this time, a lazy exploration. Gradually, their hands started moving again, skimming down sides and cupping hips, fingers sliding through hair and up arms. Van shifted closer, drawing one leg up to hook over Jake, sliding one hand down to caress Jake's ass.

Jake's mouth drifted away from Van's, tongue rasping across the stubble darkening his chin. Van sighed and tilted his head back. "Yeah," he murmured. "Feels good."

"You feel good." Jake's voice, down several octaves, rumbled against Van's chest. "Want to feel you everywhere."

Van's eyes opened. This is why he liked talking first. He had no idea what Jake wanted from here. Van liked pretty much everything, but in his experience, most men had a preference.

"When you say everywhere," he started, and Jake chuckled.

"I mean everywhere, everything," Jake said. He lifted his head and met Van's gaze directly. "Anything you want to do is fine with me. Trust me, there isn't much I haven't tried, and I pretty much like it all. If I have a problem, I don't mind saying so."

Van grinned and raised one eyebrow as he slid his middle finger down the cleft between Jake's cheeks. Jake drew in a sharp breath, but then he pressed back.

"Yeah," Jake whispered. "Anything you want."

"Oh, that's not all I want," Van replied, leaning forward to brush his lips across Jake's. "But it's a good place to start."

Jake laughed out loud at that, then kissed Van quick and hard. "I think we already got off to a pretty damn good start."

He rolled away, coming to rest on his stomach. "Hand me a pillow?" Van swallowed and complied, watching as Jake lifted up and slid the pillow under him, arranging himself comfortably.

"Okay," he said. "Ready whenever you are."

"Jesus," Van whispered. He didn't know where to look first. The man might have been a Greek god, laid out across white sheets, skin glowing in the light from the bedside lamp. Jake's body was perfect, all sleek muscle under soft, golden skin, broad shoulders narrowing to slim hips, lower back curving into one of the most inviting asses Van had ever seen.

Jake folded his hands under his head and turned his face toward Van, and Van raised his eyes to meet those beautiful blues, half-lidded with arousal.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." Van didn't wait for an answer, raising up to straddle Jake's hips. He ran his palms up either side of Jake's spine, feeling the muscles stretch and flex under his touch. "Please tell me you spend a lot of time at the gym, or I'm going to feel like a total flabby mess."

Jake chuckled roughly. "Running, mostly," he said. "And trust me, you have not one single thing to worry about." One hand slid back to wrap around the back of Van's thigh, squeezing lightly. "If you maintain that body without heavy gym time of your own, then you're a lucky, lucky man."

Van didn't really buy the compliment, but on the other hand, he did have Jake in his bed, so he couldn't be doing all that bad. And he planned to take full advantage.

He traced the lines of Jake's shoulder blades, fingers running from the sharp points of bone up and out to the tops of his arms. He leaned forward, placing an open-mouthed kiss at the base of Jake's neck, smiling at the sharp intake of breath as he sucked lightly. Gradually he moved lower, kissing and licking every inch of skin along Jake's spine. He listened to every sound Jake made, every groan, every sigh, the way his breath caught when Van ran the tip of his tongue around the outline of a vertebra.

The way it stopped when Van's hands pulled his ass cheeks apart and ran his tongue down between them.

"Want me to stop?" Van's mouth hovered over Jake's hole, breath brushing the sensitive skin.

"God, no." Jake pressed back against Van's hands. "God. Please."

Van smiled against Jake's skin. Even better than having this beautiful specimen of a man in his bed was hearing him plead for Van's touch. For a moment, Van considered making him beg for real, but he didn't have that kind of patience. Instead, he licked across Jake's hole again, flicking the tip back and forth, mixing in broad swipes, losing himself in the feel of Jake's skin. He dipped his tongue inside, pushing in deep, his cock twitching against his hip as he thought of what that tight heat would feel like once he pushed inside.

Pulling back, he laid one last wet kiss against the spot. He'd been so consumed by what he'd been doing that he'd lost track of Jake's reactions, so it wasn't until now that he realized Jake was talking.

"Jesus Christ, that's so good," he said, hips pushing back, blindly searching for more. "God, want you inside me, all of you, fuck fuck fuck."

Van lunged forward, hands hitting the mattress on either side of Jake's torso, his hard cock settling between Jake's ass cheeks. He bit the side of Jake's neck, sucking the spot hard, running his tongue up to dip into Jake's ear.

"You want this?" He thrust his hips and Jake moaned. "Want me to fuck you?"

"Fuck yeah." Jake pushed back against Van again, this time bringing both hands back to grab at Van's thighs, trying to get him in by sheer force of will. He made a sound that Van guessed was supposed to be a laugh, but it was so torn up by arousal that it was barely recognizable. "You promised me stars, remember?"

Van almost laughed at that himself. "Yeah," he said, biting down on Jake's earlobe. "And stars you're gonna get."

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The last thing Van wanted to do right then was move anywhere but closer to Jake, but he didn't have much choice. He levered himself away, trying not to laugh as Jake made a sound that qualified more as a whine than anything else.

"Hold your horses, there," he said, pulling open the drawer of the bedside table and coming back with lube and handful of condoms. He dropped the packets on the mattress and flipped open the lube, coating his fingers and wasting no time sliding the tip of the middle one inside Jake.

"Yeah." The soft exhalation and Jake's hips moving down toward his hand pushed Van forward, and he buried his finger all the way inside. Thrusting gently a few times, he waited for Jake to relax around him before going back in with two. When Jake let out a deep, guttural groan and fisted the sheets with both hands, it took all of Van's self control not to skip right ahead to the main event. He took a deep breath to steady himself and added a third finger, pushing in hard, searching for the right spot, and the sound that Jake made when he hit it nearly undid the little control Van had left.

"Jesus fuck, Van," Jake growled, lifting his head from the pillow that had been muffling his moans. "Stop fucking around and fuck me already."

Van laughed, a little hysterically, as he grabbed for a condom with his free hand, still thrusting the fingers of the other deep inside Jake. "Patience, Jake," he said, rubbing against that spot again, grinning as Jake jerked and groaned. "Almost there."

He pulled his fingers out and got the condom open with only a little difficulty, hissing as he rolled it down onto his dick. He couldn't remember ever being quite this hard after just having an amazing orgasm not a half-hour earlier, but he wasn't going to complain. Not if it got him into Jake that much faster.

Condom on, lube on, he moved back into position above Jake, one hand braced on the mattress, the other dipping inside one last time, adding more lube to the equation. Jake sighed and shifted back, and Van withdrew, using that hand to grasp his dick and carefully start pushing inside.

Jake stiffened for a moment but then visibly relaxed, and Van slid forward all the way into that tight heat. His head dropped back and he groaned as Jake's body pulsed around him. Slowly, he lowered himself until his weight rested on his forearms on either side of Jake's long torso. He pressed his hips up gently, experimentally, and Jake sighed and pushed back against him.

"God," Jake said, in a voice so rough and deep Van felt it to his toes. "You gotta move."

Van moved. Pulling out almost all the way, he slammed back in hard, body throbbing at the choked sound the move pushed out of Jake. Jake rose up on his forearms, too, bracing his legs, and they scrambled for a moment to find the right position, the perfect angle. Van finally stilled Jake's hips and set up a hard, fast rhythm, pushing in deep and deeper, never pulling back more than a few inches. He never wanted to leave that tight, welcoming heat.

His eyes roamed the expanse of smooth, lightly tanned skin in front of him, muscles in his back and arms bunching as Jake moved, accentuating the lines of his body. Dampness ringed the hair at the base of Jake's skull, sweat from their mutual workout. His head moved from side to side restlessly, low groans and unintelligible words coming from his mouth. Van shifted his hands over to knead the muscles of Jake's ass, and the sounds grew louder, more desperate. Van pulled Jake's cheeks apart, watching his cock slide in and out of Jake's ass, and before he realized it he was coming, shooting into the condom, a string of curses coming out of his mouth.

He came back to himself slowly, realizing that Jake was still moving against him, the noises he was making even more desperate than before. Van managed to get enough brain power together to pull out carefully, ignoring Jake's whimper and the mess of the condom in favor of shoving Jake over onto his back and lowering his mouth over Jake's cock. He slipped two fingers into Jake's ass, rubbing at his prostate while he sucked his dick deep and hard, fluttering his tongue against the shaft. Within seconds Jake was shouting out his name and coming, salty liquid filling Van's mouth. Van swallowed, licked, swallowed again, and finally just held Jake's dick lightly on his tongue to let him finish coming down, relishing the feel of Jake shivering under him.

Soon warm hands were tugging at his shoulders, and Van let Jake slip from his mouth and shifted up his long body, coming to rest half across his chest, face hovering over Jake's.

"Hi," he said, smiling.

"Hi," Jake answered, smiling back. He slid one hand from Van's shoulder into his hair, and Van's eyes fluttered shut at the gentle touch. He let out a sound he'd deny to his dying day that sounded a hell of a lot like a purr, and Jake chuckled.

Van opened his eyes and smirked down at Jake. "Something funny?"

"Yeah." Jake tipped his head forward and kissed Van quickly, taking a little nip at his bottom lip as he pulled away. "You. You really love all this, don't you?"

Van frowned. "All this?"

"Sex," Jake said, running the flat of his palm across Van's upper back. "All of it, not just the fucking. The touching, kissing, talking." He grinned again. "Dare I hope ... cuddling?"

Van had to laugh then. "You a cuddler, Jake?" He knew the answer, somehow knew it even before any of this started, but he wanted to hear Jake say it.

"Oh yeah," Jake confirmed, wrapping both arms around Van, pulling him closer. Jake's lips touched Van's temple. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a pretty tactile person."

Van had definitely noticed. He snuggled in closer, laying his head on Jake's chest, running one hand up from stomach to shoulder. Jake let out a sigh and relaxed, one hand resting on Van's upper arm, the other on his lower back.

Van didn't remember falling asleep.

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When he woke up, his first instinct was to jerk away from the body pressed against his. He wasn't used to sleeping with someone, and especially not when that person was spooned up tightly behind him, arm draped across his hip, legs tangled with his. It took his brain a few seconds to remember whose breath ruffled his hair with each exhale, and another few after that to remember that he was perfectly okay with it.

He relaxed into Jake's body and smiled a little as Jake's arm tightened around him. Van brought his own hand up to rub down Jake's forearm, fingers stroking the back of Jake's hand where it rested on Van's stomach. Jake made an indistinct sound and nuzzled into the side of Van's neck, and Van's heart jumped in his chest.

Oh hell, he thought. This is why he liked to talk first. Because he could get used to this, used to Jake's warm body wrapped around his, used to his vampire smiles and bright blue eyes, his deep voice. Van knew he had a tendency to fall hard and fast, and it had gotten him burned more times than he cared to remember. And now here he was again, with no idea what Jake expected out of this. Wanted out of this.

"Mmmm." Jake shifted against him, kissed his shoulder, nuzzled back in. Van swallowed, tried to push back his racing thoughts. He felt Jake's smile against his neck. "I could get used to this," Jake said, low rumble vibrating against Van's back, and Van's heart jumped again, hearing his thoughts echoed from Jake's mouth.

"Yeah," he replied, tilting his face toward Jake, leaning back until his temple touched Jake's forehead. "Yeah, me too."

Jake lifted his head, a slow smile spreading across his face as his eyes met Van's. Van smiled back, and Jake dipped forward, bringing their mouths together in an open, gentle kiss that said more than words ever could.

~~~~

When Van woke up again, he was alone in the bed. He stretched and glanced over at the clock, not surprised to find it was after ten. They'd slept for maybe an hour after their brief conversation before going for round two, and after that, between their acrobatics, the alcohol, and the late hour, he hadn't expected either of them to wake up early.

The smell of coffee caught his attention, and he grinned sleepily. Apparently Jake found the coffee supplies, at least.

Pushing himself out of bed, Van stretched again and walked over to his dresser, grabbing a pair of sleep pants and pulling them on before slipping out the door and into the bathroom next door. He heard low sounds that sounded suspiciously like something frying coming from the kitchen, but he had to empty his bladder before investigating. And do something about his mouth, which tasted like a garbage heap, and probably his hair. He took a glance in the mirror as he passed. Yeah, definitely needed to calm that mess down.

A few minutes later, feeling marginally more human, Van walked around the corner into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. Jake stood at the stove, wearing his now-wrinkled jeans and t-shirt from the night before, cooking what looked like an omelet.

"I had eggs?"

Jake jumped and brought his hand up to his chest. "Jesus, Van," he said, eyes wide and so, so blue. "Give me a freaking heart attack why don't you."

"Sorry." Van grinned, leaning against the edge of the counter a few inches away. He glanced into the pan. "Seriously, I thought I was pretty much out of everything. Not that I keep that much around, since I don't cook all that often."

Jake blushed a little and stared down at the pan. "I kind of ... went out for eggs," he mumbled. "I took your keys, I hope you don't mind."

Van's heart beat faster. "You bought eggs."

Jake shrugged, poking the spatula he held at the cooking eggs. "Yeah, I thought, I mean, I make pretty good omelets, and we needed something for breakfast." His voice trailed off, and his blush deepened.

Van smiled then. "You wanted to cook me breakfast?"

Jake lifted his head and met Van's gaze, his expression serious. "Yeah," he said softly. "I did."

Van leaned forward, still smiling, and kissed Jake, letting his tongue slip out, dipping between Jake's lips. His hand came up to rest on Jake's chest, feeling his heart pounding just as hard as Van's.

Jake pulled back gradually, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Better get back to the omelet before it burns," he said. "There's coffee, too," he added, nodding down at the half-empty cup sitting to his right.

Van laughed. "Oh yeah, smelled that first thing," he said, moving around Jake to pull a mug from the cabinet.

He looked Jake up and down as he poured and added milk and sugar. Jake looked relaxed, comfortable, and happy. Van smiled again as he sipped his coffee, leaning against the counter again. He knew the feeling.

"So what kind of omelet are we getting?"

Jake flashed him a quick grin. "It's better than it might sound at first," he said, reaching for a jar sitting on the counter and holding it up. "Pesto."

Van raised an eyebrow. "I'll take your word for it," he said. "Can't say I've ever had it."

Jake checked the eggs once more before removing the lid from the jar. "It's pretty awesome," he said as he spooned out a healthy amount of pesto and spread it over half the eggs. Van watched as Jake folded the eggs over, then realized there weren't any plates out.

"Oh, guess we need something to eat off of?" he asked, setting down his mug and opening another cabinet.

Jake chuckled. "Yeah, was about to ask," he said. "I didn't see plates when I was getting the other stuff out." He paused. "Um, you really don't mind that I went through stuff and all that, do you?"

Van had to laugh at that. "Jake. We've had our dicks in each other's asses. Did you really think I'd be that concerned about you looking through my cabinets for a frying pan?"

"Ha ha," Jake fake laughed. "Stranger things have happened, trust me. One girl in college got pissed because I got a bottle of water out of the fridge in her dorm room without asking."

Van blinked at that. "Girl?"

Jake gave him a strange look for a second, but then his expression cleared. "Oh. Yeah." He shrugged. "I've dated both. Slept with both. It doesn't make a difference to me. I like people, not parts."

Van nodded, not sure what to say to that, and watched as Jake turned his attention back to the omelet, cutting it in half and sliding the pieces onto separate plates. Jake glanced over and half-grinned. "I got some contraband while I was out, too," he said, nodding toward the small table just outside the kitchen. "Hope you like blueberry donuts."

"Oh man, you read my mind," Van said, grinning and, on impulse, leaned in to plant a quick, solid kiss on Jake's mouth. Jake followed him when he started to pull away, dropping the spatula and wrapping both arms around Van's shoulders, drawing him closer. Jake's lips worked the same magic they had before, probing and pressing gently, perfectly, sending shock waves of pleasure and desire throughout Van's body. Van's hands came up to rest on Jake's slim hips, not pulling or pushing, just being there, connecting.

Eventually Jake drew back. "I guess we should eat while it's still hot," he said, his voice deep and rumbly, enough to make Van shiver.

"Yeah," he answered, his own voice raspy, his eyes on Jake's mouth. "I'm pretty hungry."

The double meaning wasn't lost on either of them, but before either of them could move, Van's stomach made the final decision for them by growling loudly. Van flushed and they both cracked up, Jake pushing away and reaching for the plates.

"Grab the coffee?" he asked, and Van nodded.

"I'll top yours off," he said. "Black?"

"One sugar," Jake said as he set the plates down on the table. "Oh, um, forks? And napkins, I guess?"

"I got it," Van said, grabbing both quickly and carrying them and the coffee cups to the table. Jake smiled up at him as he set everything down, looking a little shy, more hesitant than he had since he’d set all this off in the bar the night before.

Van didn't want there to be any doubts about how he felt. He took Jake's face in his hands and kissed him slowly, then drew back and smiled. "Breakfast, then a shower," he said. "Then ... maybe a trip to the comics store down the street?"

Jake's eyes brightened, and he smiled. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

Van ran his thumb over Jake's bottom lip as he sat down and reached for his fork. "Assuming your cooking doesn't kill me, that is."

Jake laughed, and Van watched him, more than a little starstruck himself.

He decided he liked the feeling.

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Moey's original prompt: I wanted a Van/Jake RPF where the guys first meet but Van is super bitchy to Jake for whatever reason. ... And Van like really doesn't like Jake because Jake is like a fan or something and is super mesmerized by him. He's an intern at wherever Van works. :P So total AU. It can be for ATWT and Jake's an intern and Van still plays Luke but with another actor. Or some other setting.

Obviously Van ends up falling for him hard anyway. And there is a lot of sweaty!man sex later. :D :D