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Roleplay	By : AlishaV Category: Individual Celebrities > Jensen Ackles Views: 3739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Supernatural characters, nor do I know Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. This is total fiction, on which I make absolutely no money. (Sad but true.)

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Jensen came-to flat on his back with Jared settled half on top of him. Jared was gently stroking Jensen’s cheek, looking down at him with that heart-quickening ‘I-adore-you’ smile of his. Jensen started to return the smile – it was hard not to – when he belatedly noticed that his ass was empty. And sore. Empty and sore – which sucked. He scowled instead and cleared his sand- scoured throat to ask, “What the hell happ—”
“I win,” Jared interrupted. His smile widened until Jensen could have fit the whole tip of his finger into one of Jared’s dimples.
“You—what?” Jensen came up on his elbows, forcing Jared to roll off him.
His friend ended up pressed against Jensen’s side, his head relaxed on one fist. He touched a finger to the tip of Jensen’s nose. “You lost consciousness, Jen. Fainted. Blacked-right-the-fuck-out,” he said, tapping his finger against Jensen’s nose-tip at the end of every word. “Or, in other words—” Jeez, it had to be hurting Jared’s jaw muscles, how hard he was grinning. “—your head exploded.” His eyes sparkled. “Ergo, I win.”
Jensen sighed. Well...it had been the best sex of his entire life. And yeah, his head did sort of explode there at the end. “Okay, fine,” he said, slumping back against comforter. “You win.”
“Damn straight I do.” Jared pointed double-thumbs at his own chest. “Sex god of the universe right here, baby!”
A smile tugged at Jensen’s lips. “Modest about it too, I see,” he murmured, the words soft and just slightly slurred. His eyelids weighed about fifty pounds each. Lack of sleep and endorphin overload was catching up to him.
Mmmmm. Sleep.
Jared laughed and slapped at Jensen’s chest. “C’mon,” he said, scrambling off the bed. “I’ve been wanting to try out your tub since the first time I saw it. I’m pretty sure I’ll fit in the damn thing.”
He should. The Jacuzzi in Jensen’s apartment was double-wide and extra long. But... Blah. It was so far away – thirty feet, at least. Jensen dropped his arm over his eyes to block out the setting sun’s long red rays.
Sunset already? How long had they been at this? No wonder he was so friggin’ tired. “Jay, man, you’re not one of those people who gets all energized and happy after sex are you?” he asked. “’Cause I fuckin’ hate that.” Jensen lowered his arm to throw Jared a menacing glare. He promptly ruined the effect by yawning. “You go ahead and have a bath,” he said. “I’m just gonna pass out right here.”
“I only get happy and energized after great sex!” Jared called, as he strode, buck-ass naked, into the hall.
Jensen’s eyes ate up the long lines of Jared’s body: powerful shoulders winging down to a trim, tight waist. Those mile-high legs of his. And that ass. Good God, the guy’s butt was downright biteable.
And bite it he would, Jensen vowed. Oh, yeah. Next time he’d bite that delicious ass black and blue, and then he’d make Jared ‘take it like a man’ – just like he’d promised to. Christ, he couldn’t wait...
...
Jensen blew out a defeated breath as he realized where his thoughts were taking him. He dropped his arm over his eyes again.
And what ‘next time’ would that be, asshole? he asked himself. This was supposed to be a one-time only affair. Remember? His stomach lurched, clenched and rolled, and Jensen realized that the thought of never being able to touch Jared Padalecki again was so awful it made him physically ill.
Strong arms slid under Jensen’s body. He gasped. Jumped. Jeez, he’d been so busy angsting he hadn’t even heard Jared re-enter the room.
“All right then,” Jared said, as he lifted Jensen in his arms. “Since you’re obviously too wrecked to get up, I guess I’ll just have to carry your lazy ass in there.” He nuzzled Jensen’s hair. “Then I’ll wash it for you,” he drawled, deep and sexy.
Jensen struggled against Jared’s chest. He scowled when his apparently feeble attempts to get away were ignored. “Put me down,” he ordered. This being treated like a girl shit had to stop if they were going to be togeth...
Crap. This so wasn’t a one-time only thing.
Jared ignored him some more, turning sideways to manoeuvre through the bedroom door. He did it again three steps later to enter the bathroom.
“Now, damn it!” Jensen raised his hand in a clear and dire threat. If a bitch slap was what it was going to take then, by God, a bitch slap Jared would get!
“Okay, okay.” From about a foot up, Jared dropped Jensen in the tub. The tub that was overflowing with bubbles. Water sloshed across the slate floor. “You don’t need to use your drill sergeant voice,” he said, stepping into the bath himself. He settled between Jensen’s thighs as if he belonged there, scooching down until his knees broke the bubbly surface. “’Course, I kinda like your drill sergeant voice,” Jared went on, his voice dropping into a suggestive pitch. “So don’t feel you have to stop on my account.” His head came to rest against Jensen’s collarbone.
Jensen turned his face just enough to press a kiss to the damp, tender skin of Jared’s temple. Then he pushed down on the top of his friends head, forcing it underwater. Jared came up sniggering. He turned sideways, ass still planted between Jensen’s legs, and spit a stream of water directly at Jensen’s forehead.
Jensen frowned, or tried to while grinning his ass off. “You’re such a dufus, Jay,” he said, pulling the endearing, bubble-covered man in for a kiss – a kiss that he was in control of, for a nice change of pace.
Jared’s arms wound themselves around Jensen’s neck as Jensen explored his mouth with strong, leisurely strokes. He let out a sexy whimper when Jensen eventually took his tongue back. “Yeah but I’m your dufus,” he said, his eyes blinking open real slow.
“Well...mine and Genny’s,” Jensen felt compelled to point out – for some unknown, completely fucked up reason. He grabbed the facecloth hanging over the faucet and began to wash make-up from his friend’s torso. Anything to avoid Jared’s eyes. “So uh...how do ya think she’d feel about sharing?” he asked. The words didn’t come out nearly as casual sounding as he’d meant them to.
Silence.
Jensen couldn’t look at the guy. Was categorically incapable of it.
For the longest time, the only sound to be heard was the tinkling cascade of water on skin as he bathed Jared’s beautiful body and tried very hard to appear...relaxed? Unconcerned?
Why wasn’t Jared saying anything?
Sam’s tattoo left a faint blue impression of itself – one that would last for days, Jensen knew. Maybe Jared would have something to say by then.
“Why are you asking me that?” Jared abruptly asked. He used one knuckle to raise Jensen’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “I thought you only wanted one—”
“I think we both know one night’s not gonna cut it, Jay.” Jensen dropped the washcloth and pushed his fingers through Jared’s wet hair, finding and gripping his skull. “I can’t go back to the way things were before.” He shook his head, the movement too emphatic. Water sloshed. “I can’t. Not after...   Jesus. Can you?”
Jared’s face contorted. “I’ve been pretending not to want you – not to love you – for five fuckin’ years,” he pointed out. “So yeah, I could.” He pushed hard away from Jensen’s body, ending up in the middle of the big tub. “Look, Jen, if you’re fucking with me – pulling more of that maybe/maybe-not crap—” Jared wrapped his arms around his knees and dropped his head in the ‘v’ created. “Fuck. Just don’t okay?” Bubbles danced away from his hitching breaths. “It’s already going to break me to walk out of here tomorrow,” Jared whispered. “So please, just...don’t.”
“Jare—”
Jared’s head snapped up. He speared Jensen with a tormented look.    “Are you offering me more? More than just tonight?”
Jensen opened his mouth.
And again Jared cut him off. Jesus Christ! The guy really needed to learn when to shut the fuck up!
“Careful, babe.” Jared grimaced, but seemed to be trying to pass it off as a smile. “This is a real ‘say-what-you-mean/mean-what-you-say’ situation. What is it you want?”
The first words that sprang to Jensen’s mind were the ones that made it past his lips. “I think the answer to that question is painfully obvious, Jay,” he said. “I want you.”
Even though Jensen’s hand wasn’t on his friend’s dick at the time, the results were still pretty electrifying. Jared gasped and lurched forward.
“Then you can have me, Jen,” he groaned. “For as long as you fucking want me – you can have me.” Jared cupped Jensen’s cheeks as his oh-so-clever tongue breached Jensen’s lips.
Every time Jensen thought he’d experienced the best Jared had to offer, the man surprised him. This kiss was different from the rest. Still hot and deep and perfect – but all of a sudden there was more. It was like an oath was being sworn.
Jensen slipped his hands up into Jared’s hair again. It was where his fingers wanted to be. He lost himself in the kiss for a long time, but eventually attempted to tug Jared back so they could talk. It wasn’t easy to do – Padalecki really didn’t want to stop kissing him. “Wait a minute,” he gasped, lips tingling and swollen.
Jared groaned a denial and slashed his mouth across Jensen’s once more. The dark, wet strands of his long hair tangled around Jensen’s retreating wrists, as if unwilling to let go.
“Wait!” Jensen insisted. Christ, if they started up with this again it could be hours before they’d be able to speak coherently. “Jay, I...” Jensen paused and chewed on his inner cheek. “I guess I just need to know how we’re gonna make this work,” he finally said.
“Fuck’s sake, Jen,” Jared moaned. “I don’t know.” He’d been straining against Jensen’s grip, trying to get their mouths back together, but when he saw the anxious look on Jensen’s face he heaved a resigned sigh and turned around to settle his back against Jensen’s chest once more.
Right away, Jensen reached up underneath Jared’s arm and gave his nipple a pinch. Hey, he'd just wanted their mouths free. No reason their hands couldn’t be kept busy. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?” he asked, viciously tweaking the tiny brown nub.   He grinned at Jared’s blissed-out groan. A normal person would have been whimpering in pain. Not Jared, though. No, Jared seemed to have quite a penchant for pain – the sexy bastard. “You’ve been imagining us together for five years and you never thought through any of the details?” Jensen went on, his tone incredulous.
For a moment, Jared seemed too distracted to answer. Jensen took pity on him and moved his fingers away from his friend’s poor, abused nipple. Jared grabbed Jensen’s hand and placed it right back on his poor, abused nipple. Jensen just smiled and gave it another good mauling.
“Right,” Jared said, his voice beyond breathy. “’Cause it was so apparent you were going to suddenly clue in to the fact that I was crazy in love with you and fall into my arms.” He V-8 smacked his forehead. “God, you’re right! I should have been more organized!”
That’s it – smart-ass just earned himself a purple-nurple.
Jared writhed and whined when Jensen twisted his nipple completely upside down. Something clenched in Jensen’s gut. He’d truly gotten off on seeing Jared dark and dominant – truly – but depraved and desperate Jared was pretty freakin’ hot too!
“You’re so mouthy, babe,” Jensen admonished, thrusting his tongue deep into his friend’s ear.
Jared’s moans got thicker, louder.
“Such a mouthy...”
Another tongue thrust.
“...little...”
Another – accompanied by a nasty bite to his earlobe. One of Jared’s hands smacked into the back of Jensen’s head, holding him in place. He groaned Jensen’s name.
“...pain whore,” Jensen finished, low and filthy.
“Yeah.” Jared’s voice was a contented rumble in Jensen’s ear. “I really am.” He rocked his ass against the rapidly growing bulge of Jensen’s cock. “And, you know what, babe? I just love that you get that about me.” But then he sighed, the sound sad somehow, and turned his face into Jensen’s throat. “If I’d thought we stood even half a chance, Jen, I’d have never married her,” he said, so soft Jensen almost didn’t catch it.
Jensen’s throat constricted at the hushed confession. He tilted his friend’s face up and kissed each of his long-lashed eyelids.   “But you love her, Jay. I know you do. And I love Dani. Besides – what? – we come out as a gay couple who play brothers on TV?” He snorted and let his head thunk back against the rim of the bathtub. “That’d go over big.”
“Huge,” Jared agreed. A shrug lifted his shoulders. “But I already came out once. Wouldn’t be that big a deal to do it again, I suppose.”
“What?” Jensen raised his head to gape at him. “Dude, I’ve seen you making out with at least a dozen women. You’re not gay.”
Jared shifted around, all slippery gangly limbs, until he straddled Jensen’s thighs. He took his own dick, and Jensen’s, in one long-fingered hand and gave them both a pull. His nostrils flared at Jensen’s moan. “Dude, in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly ‘straight’, either.”
“It was that guy...when you were seventeen...right?” Carrying on a conversation was becoming increasingly difficult. “He was your first...” Jensen’s eyes fluttered closed as Jared’s hand swiftly moved back down. “...and that’s why you thought you were gay?” he finished in a mumbled rush.
Hmm. Strange how the thought of Genevieve – Jared’s current bed partner and, oh yeah, wife! – didn’t bother Jensen much, but the thought of some nameless/faceless guy taking Jared’s virginity over ten years ago made Jensen want to reach out and touch someone. And not in a good way either. “What was his name?” Jensen asked, aiming for nonchalance.
Jared snorted, letting Jensen know he’d missed nonchalance by a mile or more. His hand slipped down to fondle Jensen’s balls.   “Doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago.”
Concentrate, Jen, he scolded himself even as he widened his legs for his gifted lover. “Humour me,” he moaned aloud. “Tell me...” Oh, Jesus! Apparently, his asshole was still wicked sensitive. “....everything!” He ended up yelping the last word. Jensen cracked open one eyelid at Jared’s amused chuckle and gave him back a smirk. Two could play this game, after all. “Please?” he purred, infusing the single word with as much sinful sensuality as he possibly could.
Jared’s lips twitched. “Don’t you start, you prick.” His soapy palm skidded back up Jensen’s cock, making him shudder.
Jensen’s smirk turned into a full-on grin. Somehow ‘please’ had become a sexually charged word between them. That was certainly going to make things interesting when they were out in public together.
“Fine,” Jared said. “If you must know, Nick was the lead singer in a nothing little grunge band. I met him at my high school’s Christmas dance.” He leaned over and licked a long line up Jensen’s throat as he spoke, still slowly jacking them both off. Jensen’s head thunked into the bathtub once more. “He was five years older than me,” Jared continued. “We were together six months. One day, I walked into his apartment and found him fucking someone else so, long story short – I asked his little sister to the prom – took her cherry in back of my limo – realized I liked girls just fine—” He was nibbling along Jensen’s jaw now, his palm deliciously slick on Jensen’s cock. “—and haven’t looked at another guy since. Until you.”
“Why me?” Jensen reached down to stop Jared’s hand. It felt too good, he wanted to be able to pay attention to Jared’s answer.
“Don’t know.” Jared’s thumb swept Jensen’s lips. “Maybe because, from the first moment I saw you, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about this mouth of yours.” His slanted eyes grew dark. “This gorgeous mouth,” he murmured, as if to himself.
Jensen bit the thumb still resting on his lower lip and Jared gave his head a shake.   “Or maybe it’s because you laugh at all the same shit I do,” he said, as if he’d never been sidetracked. “Or it’s the fact that I’ve never seen you be rude to anyone, even when they deserved it.” He took his thumb back and replaced it with his lips for a brief, fierce kiss. “But, mostly, I think it’s because you’re incredible, Jen,” he whispered. “I fell in love with you because you’re so fucking incredible.”
Jensen’s cock twitched hard in Jared’s hand. Jared glanced down. He cocked an eyebrow. “Hey, I have a question, Jen: How come you get off so hard when I tell you, ‘I love you.’” He let go of his own erection to focus all of his attention on Jensen’s.
“Don’t know,” Jensen gasped, lying through his teeth – though not entirely. See, he really didn’t know why he wanted – no, needed – to hear Jared say it. He only knew that every time Jared admitted his feelings, Jensen felt just a little less massively fucked up about the whole situation.
He supposed it was reassurance he was seeking, on some basic level. After all, it wasn’t everyday a guy found out that not only was he bisexual; he was also in love with his best friend. And then – like a dork – like things weren’t messed up enough – he goes and shouts out his feelings while having his ass fantastically reamed by said best friend. Like throwing that out there had helped anyone. They were still in the exact same place – only now there was a tragic Montague/Capulet feel to the whole damn affair.
Jensen could only hope that Jared hadn’t heard him, or – considering the timing – that he hadn’t actually said it out loud before passing out. Jeez, Jensen still couldn’t believe he’d fainted. Maybe Jared was right to keep treating him like a chick.
Jared gave his dick another pull and did this wrist twist thing at the end that had Jensen seeing stars. “Hmm,” he said, wearing a complacent little smile. “That’s disappointing. I was kind of hoping you were going to tell me how much you loved me again.”
Fuck. So much for hoping he hadn’t been heard. What to say now?
Fuck! If they could just figure out some sort of future for this, then maybe Jensen wouldn’t be so chicken-shit about owning up to his own new-found feelings. “Jay, listen...”
Jared pressed a kiss to the corner of Jensen’s downturned lips. “Never mind, Jen,” he interrupted, his tone tender. “Take as long as you need. You know I’ll wait.” Then he sat back, flashed a deep-dimpled grin and – in a completely different tone of voice – said, “So, wanna fuck again?”
Jensen’s cock twitched once more – this time in approval. Jared chuckled and gave it a squeeze. “I think little Jensen likes that plan.”
“Don’t nick-name my dick, Jay. Christ!” Jensen pushed Jared back even further. “Yeah, I wanna fuck again. You’ve got some manning up to do, I believe.” He gave Jared’s hair a mock-threatening tug. “But, seriously, Jay, I think we should figure this out first. Don’t you?””
Jared let out a gusty sigh. “You think way too much, Jen. It’s a problem. Anyone ever told you that?”
At Jensen’s unamused scowl, Jared groaned and scrubbed at his eyes before saying, “Okay, look...” His words became clipped. “When I said there was a lot you didn’t know about me I wasn’t just yanking your chain.” Before Jensen had a chance to ask, Jared went on, “See, Genny and I, we have a...a pretty open relationship.”
Jensen’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. “You’re saying—”
“I’m saying Genny already knows about Nick – and since she found out, she’s been pretty keen to bring a guy into our bed.”
Over Jensen’s dead fucking body!
“We’ve shared a few girls,” Jared admitted, “but I always drew the line at men.” Possessive palms stroked up Jensen’s sides. “If I couldn’t have you, then...” Jared cocked his head. “You know, I never told Genny that,” he mused. “But I’m pretty sure she already knows – or suspects, anyway. She’s commented a few times on the fact that I only call her ‘Gen’ in bed.”
“Jesus, Jay!” Jensen valiantly disregarded the thrill he felt on hearing that Jared called out his name while in the sack with other people. No need to get cocky, as Jared would be more than happy to remind him.
“Oh, she wasn’t mad or anything,” Jared hastened to reassure. “She laughed about it.”
“Really?” Jensen asked. Okay, umm, that was...a bit weird. “So, uhh...so you want me to fuck you and your wife together,” Jensen clarified, if only for his own peace of mind. “Really?” he said again, his voice squeaking just the tiniest amount.
Like sugar-pink sex, Jared’s tongue slicked across his lower lip. “Not if you don’t want to,” he said hastily. “I mean, I’m entirely on board if you want to keep it just you and me. But...yeah, if you’re interested, I don’t think she’d be appalled at the idea, or anything.” Jared smiled – a shy, pleased grin that yanked hard on Jensen’s heartstrings. “She thinks you’re very pretty.”
“Pretty?” Jensen pulled a face. “You sure she didn’t say something like ‘ruggedly handsome’?”
Jared laughed at that. Hard. Jeez, it wasn’t that funny.
“Nope, ‘very pretty,’” he said, when he had his guffaws back under control. “That’s a direct quote.” He pushed the hair out of his eyes and settled more firmly against Jensen’s erection, seemingly reconciled to the fact that – for now – they were indeed going to be talking instead of fucking. “Anyway, as soon as Genny sees the show she’ll figure out something’s going on between us.” He shrugged. “She knows me too well, Jen; she’ll be able to tell right away that I wasn’t acting.”
Jensen’s fingers wandered up the bevels of Jared’s torso. Now that he’d started, he couldn’t seem to make himself stop touching the guy. “And you’d be okay with that?” he felt the need to ask. “Seeing her and me togeth—”
Jared let out that sexy, growly, whine of his. His hips rolled, sliding his ass cleft along Jensen’s shaft. “Sorry,” he breathed, at Jensen’s gasp of pleasure. “I just got a hell of a visual there.” He slung his arms around Jensen’s neck. “Keep talking about it and I may actually come.” Then he kissed Jensen – a very long, and thoroughly distracting, kiss.
“The thought of the three of us together has kept me up many, many nights,” Jared admitted, a few minutes later. “If I had to choose, I’d choose you. You know I would – will. But if I didn’t have to choose...” His eyes drifted shut and his breath gusted against Jensen’s lips in a heartfelt sigh. “God, if I didn’t have to choose, I think I’d die a very happy man.”
Genevieve and Jensen – with Jared.
Naked.
Fucking.
Jensen rolled the idea around in his mind. Genny was wicked hot – no doubt about it. He’d even thought about asking her out himself, but then she’d gotten with Jared and had officially became persona non grata. So...yeah...the thought could hardly be called unappealing. A niggle of concern made Jensen ask, “Sometimes it would just be us, though. Right? Just you and me?”
“Definitely.” Jared rocked his hips back and forth, clearly anxious to get past the talking shit. Back and forth – back and forth. “Daily – if I have my way,” he promised, his voice growing husky once more.  Jensen’s hands found their way to his friend’s busily flexing ass. Damn, at this rate they weren’t even going to make it back to the bed. “But what about Dani?” Jared asked, pretty much ruining the moment. “Do you think she’d—”
“Noooo. Not a snowball’s chance in hell, as they say.” Jensen frowned. What about Dani, indeed? “I have an engagement ring being made for her, you know? We haven’t made it public yet, but—”
“But everyone already knows,” Jared said. He shifted so that Jensen’s erection was caught – clasped – between his butt cheeks. “Dani told Genny. Genny told Sera.”
“Etcetera,” Jensen sighed.
“Etcetera,” Jared agreed. “So then, what are you going to do?”
Jensen’s hands slipped off Jared’s bum. He rubbed a palm over his eyes. “I guess I need to think about it,” he admitted. “For now, though, she lives a thousand miles away and will for the next year and a half – at least.”
Jared was nodding as Jensen spoke. “Yeah, okay. You have time. We have time. But not that much. The episode’s gonna air in three months, Jen. She’ll figure it out then, don’t you think?” He grinned. “You were making some pretty interesting ‘fuck’ faces there. Faces she’ll probably recog—
“Oh, bite me. Wait ‘til you see the faces you were making.” Jensen groaned and the playful sneer slipped off his face. “Of course she’ll figure it out,” he said, defeated sounding even to himself. “And when she does I...” He gave his head a shake. “Fuck, Jay. I just don’t know. I don't want to lose her, but...”
Sunset was full upon them now, streaming through the window above the tub. The dark crimson light seemed doomsday prophetic. Jensen groaned again. Jesus Christ, how had his life become so impossibly complicated he wondered, for about the hundredth time in the last twenty-four hours.
“Look, you don’t have to do this, Jen,” Jared said. His mouth was a tight, thin line, but his voice was gentle. “We could still just have the one—”
Jensen smoothed the furrows out of Jared’s forehead with his thumb. “Botox,” he said sagely.
When Jared didn’t even grant him one dimple, Jensen stroked that same thumb down the high ledge of his lover’s cheekbone. “Whether or not I’m ‘doing this’ is no longer open for debate,” he said. “I am. Now we’re just trying to decide how to deal with the fallout. Got it?”
“Got it,” Jared said. His expression smoothed out into the tender, heart-quickening smile Jensen was becoming so familiar with. “Don’t worry, Jen.” Jared tilted his face to kiss the palm of Jensen’s hand. “We’ll figure something out.”  All at once, an illicit gleam flared up in his eyes. “So are we done talkin’ yet?” he drawled, rotating his hips back and down in one smooth, well-practiced motion. The tip of Jensen’s dick came to rest against his sphincter. Started to be pressed inside...
Dry.
Well, wet, because they were in the bath – but lubeless.
What the fucking fuck?
Jensen growled. “I thought the last time you had a guy inside you was eleven years ago?” Jealousy had reared its ugly, possessive head, making the question sound way more like an accusation.
Jared just smirked and rotated his hips again . Jensen popped free. “The last time I had a guy inside me was eleven years ago,” he said. “The last time I had a ‘cock’ inside me was two days ago. See, Genny’s got this strap-on. It’s not quite as big as you...”
Jared started to snigger. Jensen couldn’t even imagine the expression he was wearing, but apparently it was hysterical. Genny had a strap-on? And was Jared maybe handcuffed to the bed while she fucked him with it? Blindfolded perhaps?
Aaaand...boom! Jensen’s head pretty much exploded all over again at the parade of erotic images fighting for dominance in his Jared addled brain. “Do uhh...do you guys have a lot of toys?” Jensen asked, both mildly distressed and insanely turned on at the idea.
“Yep.” Jared chuckled, low and dirty. “We sure do.” He stood and yanked Jensen up after him. “And we’re gonna use ‘em to fuck you right up, Jen.” Bath foam – shivering lilac splendor in the deepening gloom – cascaded down their bodies. Not that either of them needed any more goddamned splendor, thanks. Jared was already so beautiful it hurt and – if the lustful gleam in his eyes was anything to go by – he found his lover quite ‘pretty’ enough as it was. “You’re gonna love every minute of it,” Jared promised, swinging Jensen up into his arms a-fucking-gain!
Jensen just rolled his eyes, still distracted by the whole ‘toys’ conversation. No worries. Plenty of time to cure Jared of that annoying macho-man habit later. He’d get started just as soon as he’d pounded Jared’s ass into the mattress and made him scream like a little girl.
It could wait ‘til then.
***
Jensen’s apartment, three months later...
They started out in the same position they always assumed while watching TV together. Jensen with his elbow resting on the sofa’s big rolled arm, his other arm wrapped snug around Dani’s shoulders where she cuddled against him, feet curled underneath her, a bowl of popcorn in her lap.
He had a glass of red wine. She had a lime spritzer.
He talked about the directions they were given for each scene. She commented on lighting, mood and story.
They both complained about how stupid commercials were getting, and laughed anyway.
Jensen had his nose buried in Dani’s hair, surreptitiously inhaling her familiar scent.
Vanilla. Forever more, vanilla would always remind him of her.
Tears pricked the back of his eyes.
He loved her so much.
***
After editing, the final scene of Supernatural’s season five finale was only six minutes, nineteen seconds long. By the end of it, Jensen Ackles was sitting alone in his one-bedroom apartment – a thirty-thousand dollar diamond ring clutched in his numb fingers. He didn’t bother to check the display when the phone rang.
“Jay...” he husked into the receiver, his voice almost too rough to be understood.
“I’ll be right over.”
Jensen swiped a hand across his swimming eyes. “No. I can’t be here right now. I’ll see you in twenty.”
And you know, he thought he had his shit together. He did. By the time Jensen reached the house he was sure he was in complete and total control of himself. Then Jared opened the front door – his hair a mess, his jeans only half done up. He didn’t say a word, just held out his arms. And didn't more stupid tears fall down Jensen’s cheeks.
Jared pulled him into a hug, squeezing so hard Jensen couldn’t breathe. “Shhh,” he soothed. “It’s alright. I’m here, baby.”
Genevieve nudged the pair further inside the foyer so that they weren’t treating the entire neighbourhood to a show. She smoothed her hand down Jensen’s nape. “You okay, Jen?”
Jensen snuffled and nodded, his soggy face pressed tight to Jared's chest.   Genny kissed him, just behind his ear. “K, then. I’m off to bed.”
Before midnight? Since when?
Jensen tilted his head up and shared a smile with Jared at his wife’s not-so-subtle efforts to give them alone time.
Jared’s forehead crumpled. He swiped his thumbs across the salt tracks on Jensen’s cheeks. “Would it be inappropriate as all fuck if I said ‘good riddance'?” he asked.
“Yeah, it would, asshole.” Jensen wound his fingers through Jared’s hair and tugged his head down. “But since when have we ever stood on propriety?”
Jared was panting by the time Jensen finished plundering his mouth. “Your bedroom?” he asked, breathless, flushed.
Jensen nodded. “My bedroom.” He darted away. Jared cursed and rushed after him.
Jensen had managed to cure Jared of that unfortunate ‘treating him like a chick’ habit – but now everything between them was a competition. It was kind of awesome.
Jensen was laughing by the time he hit the bedroom door. For such a long-legged beastie, Jared was hella slow. “Ha! I wi—”
With a shout of triumph, Jared barrelled into Jensen, knocking him face-first into the mattress.
Of course, that only made Jensen laugh harder. “God, I fucking love you, Jay,” he wheezed, rolling onto his back so that Jared could settle between his thighs – which his friend promptly did.
“Yeah, and I fucking love you too,” Jared said. “You crazy, romantic fool, you.” Pure adoration shone in his smile – an expression that was perfectly mirrored on Jensen’s own face.
Man, it was so good to be home.
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