Supernatural RPS fic: Shadows in His Eyes (jensen/Jared) 3/5
Title: Shadows in His Eyes
Author: agt_spooky
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 45,121
Genre: Police AU
Warnings/Spoilers: domestic violence themes
Disclaimer: It’s RPS, people. It never happened, but I wish it would. :-)
Author’s Notes: Many thanks to sn_24lover, charityflint and queeberquabbler for their beta work and invaluable input. Thank you for being my cheerleaders!
Summary: For K-9 Officer Jared Padalecki, transferring from the San Antonio police department to the elite L.A.P.D. was a dream come true. He nearly forgets he’s in Hollywood until he responds to a 911 call that brings him to the home of actor Jensen Ackles.
It appeared that Jensen had it all - a career that was on fire and a loving, long-term relationship with his partner, Mark. But then Jared uncovers the truth that Jensen had been trying to hide, and the illusion comes crashing down.
Can Jared help Jensen break free of a life he’s convinced he deserves before it’s too late, and in the process help them both find love?
(banner by agt_spooky)
Previous chapters: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
Jared looked in the rear view mirror of his truck and ran his hand through his hair before stepping out into the parking lot of the Weeping Willows Country Club and Golf Course, where the auction was being held. He took a moment to smooth out the creases in his dark jeans and gray button down shirt before making his way to the enormous tent at the back of the country club. The event was by invitation only, but that didn’t stop dozens of fans from lingering in the parking lot, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite celebrity.
Jared felt like a VIP as he walked past them all and up to the entrance to the tent, where a young blonde woman stood next to a table, a clipboard in her hand.
“Hi, I’m Jared Padalecki,” he told her. “There was supposed to be a ticket left for me here.”
She nodded and consulted her clipboard. “Yes, here we are, Mr. Padalecki. A guest of Mr. Ackles.” She checked off his name then turned to pick up a small card, which had Jared’s name and a table number written on it. “You’re at table number six. Have a great time today.”
“Thanks,” Jared smiled, then went inside the tent.
A stage was set up at one end of the tent, at the other was a bar, and the rest was filled with dozens of round tables with white tablecloths and flower centerpieces. There were posters on easels along the sides of the tent for A Dog’s Life Rescue, with pictures of various animals they had saved. There were quite a large number of people inside, men and women ranging from their mid-twenties to their early sixties, milling about, most with cocktails in their hands. Waiters moved about the crowd with trays of hors d’oeuvres and glasses of champagne. Jared took a glass himself, and was looking around for his table when the bark of a puppy caught his attention. He turned to his left and saw through the opening on the other side of the tent a row of cages on the grass. He smiled and made his way outside to see what was going on.
It was an adoption drive for A Dog’s Life. About twenty cages were scattered about on the grass, each with a cat or dog, ranging from puppies and kittens to full grown animals. There was a volunteer from the rescue agency at each cage, talking with folks about the pet and letting the prospective new owner hold and play with he or she.
Jared wandered about the cages, stopping every so often to stick his fingers in to pet one of the puppies. Seeing all of these loving animals in need of a good home always pulled at his heartstrings and he wished he could take them all home himself.
There was a table set up with information pamphlets on the agency, which Jared picked up and also a sheet for people to sign up to learn about becoming a volunteer. Jared didn’t even hesitate, picking up the pen and signing his name and phone number. He was also pleased to see that the donation jar was filled with both cash and checks, to which he added his own $50.00. He hoped by the end of the day he’d be adding much more.
Several waiters came outside, informing everyone that lunch was being served if they could please find their tables. Everyone started filing back inside the tent, and Jared located table number six, a few rows back from the stage.
A petite red-head in an emerald green dress sat next to Jared and introduced herself as Rita McDonald, and the two of them had a pleasant conversation all through lunch. Jared learned from Rita that about half the people there, like herself, were fans of one of the actors in the auction. Some had won contests for a ticket to the event and others were part of the actor’s fan clubs - all vying for a night with their favorite star.
The auction got started shortly after lunch was done, and it turned into quite the lively event, with people laughing and shouting out their bids for each actor that appeared on stage. Rita herself tried, but was outbid, much to her disappointment, when the total went just over $1,500, the highest so far that afternoon.
Then finally it was Jensen’s turn, the fourth of the fifth actors there. He stepped out on the stage to loud applause and Jared’s stomach gave that familiar flip. Jensen looked amazing, dressed in a light blue button down shirt with thin white pinstripes, tucked into a tailored pair of khaki slacks with a brown belt and shoes. His hair was spiky, with a pair of sunglasses perched on his head, a big smile on his face, his eyes matching the color of the freshly cut grass on the golf course.
“Hey everyone!” Jensen greeted the crowd. “I’d like to thank all of you for coming out today and supporting A Dog’s Life. And now it’s my turn to try and raise some funds for this excellent group.” He hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “Steve back there is bragging about his $1,500,” he joked. “I told him that I’d beat that hands down,” he bragged with a smile. “So who wants to start off the bidding for an evening of dinner and dancing with me?”
“One hundred dollars!” shouted a woman in the back, followed closely by “One hundred fifty!” from a young man in the front, and it was on from there.
Jensen turned out to be a fantastic auctioneer, sounding exactly like the pros, and he kept everyone laughing as the bids climbed higher and higher. But then Jared began to notice something. There was a dark haired woman in her late thirties sitting at one of the front tables, and she seemed damned determined to win this auction. Each and every time someone bid she increased her bid by $100 instantaneously. Jared also noticed that Jensen smiled and nodded at each person who bid, except for this woman, who he barely wanted to make eye contact with. There was something about her that made Jensen very uncomfortable and it looked as though she was going to win.
But not if Jared had anything to say about it.
He had his hand halfway up to bid, but then put it down. He and Jensen had already been seen together at the police charity event. If Jared then bid and won a date with him, people might start to get suspicious, maybe wondering where Mark was. That would bring Jensen nothing but unwanted attention, and Jared was respecting his decision not to go public yet with the situation regarding Mark.
Thinking fast, he turned to the red-haired woman beside him.
“Rita? Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure. What do you need?” she asked.
Jared leaned in and whispered in her ear, then watched as she smiled brightly at him. “I’d love to help…”
“…One thousand eight hundred from the lady in the blue dress!” Jensen smiled.
“Nineteen hundred!” shouted the dark haired woman in the front row, who Jensen only flicked a glance at in acknowledgement.
“Two thousand five hundred!”
There was a collective gasp from the audience and all heads turned to look at Rita, waving her hand in the air, a smile on her face.
Even Jensen was at a loss for words for a brief second, and Jared saw him look his way with curiosity as Jared fought to hold in a grin.
“Two thousand five hundred from the lovely lady in the green dress!” Jensen announced. “Do we have any advances?”
Jared held his breath, eyes on the woman in the front row, but it looked like Jared’s bold move was too rich for her wallet.
“Going once!....Going twice!....Ladies and gentlemen, we have our winner!”
Jensen let the audience applaud before speaking to Rita again. “I can’t thank you enough for your generosity and I promise we’ll have a wonderful evening,” he smiled. “Just meet me at the Dog’s Life table behind the tent after the auction and we’ll get everything arranged.” Then he looked back up at everyone and waved as he left the stage. “Thank you so much! Have a great afternoon!”
As Jensen received a round of applause, Rita turned to Jared and winked as Jared slipped her his credit card.
~*~*~*~
Twenty minutes later Jared was crouched down next to one of the puppy cages near the Dog’s Life table, watching as Jensen came out of the tent and made his way over to Rita. He saw them shake hands and Jared could tell he was thanking her again. She laughed and shook her head, beckoning Jensen down so she could whisper in his ear. Jensen’s eyes widened and he straightened up as Rita pointed over to where Jared was. He shook his head with a smile, looking at Jared warmly, then turned back to Rita, taking her hand and kissing her cheek. She blushed, then gave Jared a wink and a thumbs up sign before she headed back toward the tent.
Jensen walked toward Jared, shaking his head again. “You’re insane.”
Jared shrugged, grinning. “It’s been said.”
“You saved me, you know. And I’ll pay you back,” Jensen said seriously.
Jared shook his head. “No, you won’t. It’s only money and it’s for a good cause. You could tell me what I saved you from, though. What’s with that woman?”
Jensen sighed. “C’mon, let’s walk,” he said, leading Jared over to a tree-lined path that ringed the golf course.
“Her name is Victoria,” Jensen began. “She runs a huge online blog/fan club about me. While I appreciate the support and the publicity, she’s a bit…unhinged. She’s at every event I am, and sometimes has problems separating the characters I play from the real me, if you get my meaning.”
Jared whistled. “Wow…So she would’ve been expecting Shane Hunter to take her on the date?”
“Exactly! Speaking of which…” Jensen came to a stop and Jared turned to face him. “You won me fair and square,” he said softly.
Jared paused, trying to read Jensen’s mind, suddenly unsure, deciding to give Jensen an out if he didn’t feel the same as Jared did.
“Jensen…I don’t want to push you into anything. This doesn’t have to be a date.”
Jensen stepped closer, curling a hand around Jared’s hip. He leaned in, voice whiskey smooth. “What if I want it to be?”
~*~*~*~
The following Friday night Jared stepped out of the limousine in front of Jensen’s house. When Jensen had told him he was sending a car to pick up Jared for their date, he hadn’t been expecting the sleek black limo, with the driver who even wore the little cap. He should’ve enjoyed the drive, riding in style as he was, but the butterflies in his stomach were now the size of Volkswagens, and he fidgeted nervously the entire time.
Just like he was doing now, standing in Jensen’s driveway, tugging on the sleeves of his soft pink button down shirt, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in his black dress slacks.
Tonight…everything could change between he and Jensen. And it both thrilled and scared him, how fast and how hard he’d fallen for the older man, and where things would go from here.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Jared walked up to the front door. Jensen had told him he’d left the alarm off, to just go through the house to the backyard. He opened the door and smiled at the wonderful smells emanating from the kitchen, wondering where Jensen had gotten the food catered in from. He continued through the kitchen to the French doors, which Jensen had left open, and stepped outside…into a scene from a romance novel.
There were candles everywhere, lighting up the night with a soft, warm glow. They were on the railing of the deck, on the patio table, completely surrounding the pool, and down the steps of the deck. Jensen had even made a path with them that led out to the yard, to a canopy that had been erected there, the fabric moving with the gentle breeze. Under the canopy was a square table with a pristine white tablecloth, china place settings, a bottle of champagne, and two short, fat candles. There was also a small, portable stereo set up, the faint strains of a guitar floating to Jared’s ears.
And standing next to the table was Jensen, looking stunning in his white button down shirt with thin grey stripes, charcoal grey slacks, his hair soft, a short lock falling across his forehead, and a beautiful smile on his face.
The entire scene took Jared’s breath away, and it was a moment before he descended the steps and made his way over to Jensen.
“This is…amazing,” Jared smiled. “I can’t believe you did all this.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t actually take you anywhere,” Jensen apologized.
Jared shook his head. “This is better. No one trying to take your picture or ask for your autograph. I like it that it’s just the two of us.”
“So do I,” Jensen agreed with his own soft smile, then pulled out one of the chairs for Jared. “Hungry?”
“Starved,” Jared answered. “Especially after what I smelled in your kitchen.”
“I’ll be right back, then,” Jensen replied, then disappeared into the house.
He was back a few minutes later, setting a plate down in front of Jared, then sitting down across from him with his own plate. “Chicken Kiev, wild rice and asparagus. Enjoy.”
“This looks delicious,” Jared said as he cut into the chicken, the warm herb butter flowing out onto the plate, and took a bite. “Wow…that’s fantastic. Where did you get the food from?”
Jensen grinned. “My own kitchen.”
Jared’s eyes widened. “You made this yourself? Okay, wait.” Amused, he held up a hand, ticking off the points, one by one. “You’re a talented actor, you sing, you play guitar and you cook? Do you do laundry?”
Jensen leaned forward, his voice a playful whisper. “I even own an ironing board.”
Jared laughed, “Marry me!” the words out before he realized what he was saying.
A slow smile crossed Jensen’s face and he held his champagne glass up, clinking it softly with Jared’s. “If you play your cards right,” he winked, and Jared’s heart skipped a beat.
The rest of the meal passed in easy conversation, catching each other up on what their week had been like, talking sports, books and movies, finding more and more in common with each other.
“Oh, you did not just say that My Bloody Valentine is better than Friday the 13th!” Jared laughed.
“Valentine is a classic! Jason went to space, for crying out loud. Can you say ‘jump the shark’?” Jensen laughed in reply, green eyes bright.
Jared looked down at the table, then back up again. “You look good with a smile on your face,” he said softly.
Jensen gave him another, his hand slowly moving across the table until his fingers curled around Jared’s.
“Jared, these last couple of weeks…they’ve been really hard for me, but at the same time a huge weight’s been lifted off my shoulders and I haven’t been this happy in a long time. And that’s because of you. Thank you,” he finished quietly.
Jared rubbed his thumb across Jensen’s fingers, the butterflies back in his stomach. “I’ve been pretty lonely since I moved out here. Missing my family. I don’t know anyone outside of work. I know we didn’t meet under the best of circumstances, but I’m glad we did. Getting to know you, spending time with you...it’s been fantastic. I don’t feel so lost out here anymore.”
The moment hung there in the warm summer night air, as the soft strains of Chris Kane’s guitar played on the stereo, both men realizing that this was it. The moment when everything changed. One of them just needed to be brave enough to make that first move…
“I think you promised your date dinner and dancing…” Jared whispered.
Jensen nodded slowly, his eyes soft and warm, and stood from the table, leading Jared just out from under the canopy, where he turned, and stepped into Jared’s arms.
As Jensen’s arm wrapped around his waist, Jared’s breath caught in his throat. He settled his own arms around the other man, his heart thudding in his chest at the feel of Jensen under his fingertips. The heat from Jensen’s body was making him dizzy, his throat dry. And God, he smelled so good…
They started to sway gently to the music, hazel eyes locked with green, bodies touching as they moved.
“This…whatever this is between us. Tell me you feel it, too,” Jensen whispered imploringly.
Jared swallowed thickly. “I do. God, I do. But Jensen…my life, my job - it’s not an easy thing to have to deal with…”
Jensen shook his head. “We laid it all out for each other that day in my bedroom. I can handle it. I want to. I want this. Us…Do you?”
“More than anything,” Jared breathed before dipping his head and capturing Jensen’s mouth with his own.
At that first touch Jared forgot how to think, how to breathe…he only knew how to feel. Jensen’s lips were soft and warm under his, and he could feel Jensen’s heartbeat thudding against his chest in tandem with his own. Jared flexed his fingers on Jensen’s back and Jensen pulled Jared to him even tighter, molding their bodies together. Jensen’s mouth opened and Jared felt his tongue lick tentatively against Jared’s lips, asking for entrance that Jared gladly gave.
As their tongues touched for the first time, the same electric spark Jared felt the first time he touched Jensen raced through his entire body and he shivered with the sensation. He swallowed Jensen’s soft moan and slanted his head to deepen the kiss, tasting champagne on Jensen’s tongue.
They kissed for what felt like hours, wrapped in each other’s arms under the stars, surrounded by candlelight and soft music.
And to Jared, he felt as though he'd fallen straight into his very own classic romantic movie, with Jensen as his leading man.
~*~*~*~
Jared had never kissed for so long or so much in his entire life as he’d done in the last two months.
Take now, for instance, sprawled out on his back on Jensen’s couch, wearing only a pair of shorts, Jensen’s solid weight blanketing him from head to toe, making out like a couple of teenagers.
This was as far as they’d gone, intimacy wise, in their relationship, but Jared wasn’t pushing Jensen for more. He understood what lay unspoken between them - that Jensen needed to be sure exactly who Jared was before giving himself, and his heart, over completely to him. His relationship with Mark had scarred him, and he wasn’t taking the chance on getting hurt so deeply ever again.
So Jared let Jensen take control and let their relationship proceed at his pace. Which included marathon make out sessions like this one whenever they had time to be together. Which lately wasn’t much. It didn’t take long for Jared to have to learn to deal with the responsibilities that Jensen’s career brought. Promotion for Dark Highway was revving into high gear with the movie’s premiere just over four months away now. Which meant Jensen and the rest of the cast were traveling constantly, most recently for three weeks over in Europe, giving interview after interview. Oscar buzz was still running strong for the movie, and Jensen in particular. It was hard to be away from him for such long periods of time, but Jared couldn’t be prouder of Jensen and would be there to support him every step of the way.
Which meant seeing him off once again this afternoon. But not before a proper goodbye.
Jared cupped the back of Jensen’s head, tilting his own to fit their mouths tighter together, tangling his tongue with Jensen’s over and over. Jensen groaned, kissing Jared back just as intensely, sliding one hand down Jared’s chest to lightly scrape over Jared’s nipple with his fingernail. It was Jared’s turn to moan at the sensation, clutching at Jensen’s bare back, feeling Jensen push his body down harder against Jared’s own. The feeling of being under Jensen was intoxicating, all heat and smooth skin and muscle moving against him.
Jensen pinched his nipple again and Jared broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, his hips bucking upwards, feeling Jensen’s arousal slide against his own through their thin shorts.
“Jen! God…” Jared breathed.
Jensen kissed his way over the cut of Jared’s jaw line to the spot behind Jared’s ear that always made him shiver. “Say it again,” he panted.
Jared smiled at the request. “Jen…” he breathed again and felt Jensen’s own small shiver at the nickname he’d only just started using.
“Love it when you call me that,” Jensen purred, kissing his way down Jared’s neck to his shoulder, then further still down Jared’s chest until he could lick across Jared’s sensitive nipple.
“Oh shit, Jen…more…please…” Jared begged shamelessly, his hand once again cupping the back of Jensen’s head.
Jensen obliged him, licking repeatedly across the small nub before covering it with his mouth and sucking.
“Feels so good,” Jared groaned, his hips pressing upwards again, his erection pushing against Jensen’s stomach now.
Jensen’s hand wandered across his chest to his left nipple, taking it between his fingers and rolling it at the same time his teeth bit gently down on his right one.
“Christ!” Jared swore, the dual sensations shooting straight down to his cock. He could feel his heavy balls starting to tighten, his orgasm imminent if he didn’t slow things down.
He tugged on Jensen’s shoulder, urging him back up Jared’s body. “C’mere, c’mere,” he breathed before claiming Jensen’s mouth with his own once again.
He started gentling the kisses, calming things down until they were resting their foreheads together, Jared’s hands stroking softly up and down Jensen’s back.
“I miss you already,” Jensen murmured. “I wish I didn’t have to leave again.”
“I wish you didn’t have to, either,” Jared answered. “But I’m okay with it because I know you’ll always come back,” he finished with a gentle smile.
“Always,” Jensen whispered, green eyes filled with his promise.
~*~*~*~
A week later Jared was just finishing up his shift when his cell phone dinged with an incoming text.
Hey Jare. Not feeling too good. Gonna go lay down. Left alarm off for you.
Concerned, Jared typed a reply back. “What’s wrong?”
Migraine
“Oh man, I’m sorry. Can I bring anything for you?”
Just you. :-)
Jared smiled. “Now that I can do. I’ll be by in about an hour,” he responded, then tucked his cell phone back in his pocket with a sigh.
Jensen worked too damn hard and Jared wished that he could take him out somewhere, just to a nice dinner. But Jensen was still keeping quiet about Mark to the press, so they were keeping their own relationship a secret still. It wasn’t easy, when all Jared wanted to do was walk down the street holding Jensen’s hand, but it was better than not having a relationship with him at all.
~*~*~*~
Jared quietly let himself into Jensen’s house, which he pretty much thought of as his own now, he spent so much time here, and led Harley through to the French doors, letting his partner outside to roll around in the grass in the backyard. He turned to fill up Harley’s spare food and water bowls they kept at Jensen’s, and spied on the kitchen table the source of Jensen’s migraine.
A stack of new scripts had arrived sometime that day, and Jensen must’ve spent hours reading through them, as evidenced by his rarely used glasses that were tossed down on top of one of them that was left open.
He fed Harley, then kicked off his flip flops and padded softly down the hall to Jensen’s bedroom. The door was open and he looked inside to see the curtains tightly drawn and Jensen curled up on his side on top of the covers, wearing just a pair of black boxer briefs, eyes closed, small lines of tension on his forehead.
Jared turned from the bedroom and stepped into the bathroom across the hall. His mother had often experienced migraines and he hoped that what brought her relief would also work for Jensen. He opened the linen closet and removed a washcloth, then rummaged around until he found an electric heating pad. He turned on the cold water tap, wetting the washcloth before wringing it out, leaving it cool and damp.
Back across the hall, Jared kneeled down beside the bed and placed a gentle kiss on Jensen’s forehead. The older man stirred and blinked open tired eyes.
“Hey,” Jared said softly. “How’re you feeling?”
“Not so good,” Jensen murmured.
“Is it just your head or do your neck and shoulders hurt, too?” he asked.
“Those, too,” Jensen replied. “They’re all stiff.”
“Okay, let me try something,” he told Jensen, reaching down and plugging in the cord to the heating pad in the outlet next to the bedside table.
“Can you sit up for me?” he asked Jensen. “I want to get behind you.”
Jensen nodded slowly, levering himself up as Jared quickly stripped down to his boxers, too, then climbed on the bed behind Jensen, his back against the headboard. He picked up the heating pad and placed it on his chest, then spread his legs, guiding Jensen to lay back against him.
“My mom gets migraines. She’d use the heating pad to relax the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then put a cool washcloth on her head. She’d usually be fine in a couple hours,” Jared said, placing the washcloth on Jensen’s forehead.
“Feels good,” Jensen sighed, relaxing more fully against Jared.
“How’s this?” Jared asked, using his fingertips to gently massage Jensen’s temples.
“Perfect,” Jensen mumbled, eyes sliding closed.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Jared whispered. “Go back to sleep…”
It was only about ten minutes later when Jared felt Jensen’s breathing even out, the other man asleep once again. He continued to massage Jensen’s temples for several more minutes, then turned the washcloth over before sliding his hands around Jensen’s waist, content to just hold him while he slept.
By the time Jensen stirred almost an hour and a half later, Jared’s back was killing him, but it was worth it to see Jensen’s green eyes free of pain when he slowly rolled over and looked up at him.
“Feeling better?” Jared smiled, clicking off the heating pad and placing it on the floor.
“Much,” Jensen replied with his own smile, tugging on Jared, rolling them until they were on their sides facing each other. “Thank you, Doctor Padalecki,” he continued, placing a lingering kiss on Jared’s lips.
Jared arched an eyebrow in amusement. “Don’t tempt me, or I will play doctor with you.”
Jared expected Jensen to laugh, maybe smack him on his chest, but he was caught off guard when instead Jensen’s eyes darkened with desire.
“Would this be a…thorough exam?” Jensen whispered, the rough, deep tone of his voice sending a spike of arousal up Jared’s spine.
Jared swallowed, hoping he was reading between the lines correctly. “If you want it to be.”
Jensen responded by crushing his mouth against Jared’s, initiating a kiss so full of heat and want that Jared was rock hard in under five seconds. Jensen tangled his fingers in Jared’s long hair while Jared cupped Jensen’s ass and pulled their bodies tightly together. Their mouths parted and came back together again and again, the room echoing with their sharp, panting breaths.
Jensen pushed his hips into Jared, sliding his erection against Jared’s own. “Jared…touch me…please…” he begged, voice high and tight.
Jared’s heart skipped a beat at Jensen’s plea, his arousal skyrocketing.
“God, Jen…yeah…yeah,” he breathed, sliding one of his hands down the back of Jensen’s boxer briefs, guiding them down slowly over Jensen’s body.
Jared’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of Jensen completely naked in front of him for the first time. He was…beautiful. His skin was flushed with arousal, his eyes dark with it. His nipples were erect, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing. Below his well-defined abs was a soft trail of hair that led down to the most intimate part of Jensen’s body…which was completely hairless.
His cock stood out from his body, hard and weeping precome over the engorged head, his smooth balls hanging heavy between his legs, and all Jared wanted to do was take Jensen in his mouth. To just…taste.
“Do it.”
Jared looked up at the sound of Jensen’s rough voice as the other man read his mind.
“Jesus, Jared…I want it.” Jensen leaned forward for another bruising kiss, murmuring, “Suck me,” against Jared’s lips.
Jared had Jensen on his back in the blink of an eye, his head spinning with desire, his own cock throbbing in his boxers. He made his way down Jensen’s body, peppering it with hard, wet kisses, stopping to suck on each of Jensen’s nipples, ratcheting up the other man’s arousal until he was moving restlessly beneath him.
He stopped for a moment when he reached Jensen’s cock before licking across the head, gathering up the precome leaking copiously from the slit. Jared closed his eyes as the taste of Jensen exploded across his tongue, groaning as he swallowed. Opening his eyes, he moved lower, taking first one of Jensen’s heavy balls in his mouth, sucking for a moment, then the other, marveling at the smooth, hairless texture of his skin. He raised up then, opened his mouth and took in as much of Jensen’s cock as he could.
Jensen’s sharp moan filled the room, his hands reaching to tangle in Jared’s hair as Jared began to bob his head, sucking hard on Jensen’s cock. Jensen was a heavy weight on Jared’s tongue, long and thick, steel wrapped in silk. He pushed his tongue against the small bundle of nerves right below the head and Jensen jerked, fingers tightening in Jared’s hair.
“Jared…Jared…don’t stop…don’t - God,” he groaned as Jared then dipped his tongue in the slit and was rewarded with a fresh burst of precome.
Jared could tell Jensen was trying hard to keep his hips still, but the thought of Jensen fucking his mouth…
This time it was Jared’s turn to speak the words. “Do it,” he growled, before opening his mouth as wide as he could until he felt the head of Jensen’s cock bump the back of his throat.
“Shit,” Jensen breathed as he started to move his hips, slow at first, then a little harder, sharper when Jared encouraged him.
Jared reached a hand down and took Jensen’s balls in his palm, rolling them, tugging, as Jensen pushed his cock into Jared’s mouth again and again. Jared’s own cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, the front wet with precome, his body yearning for release.
But Jared was determined to see Jensen fall apart first, so he hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, humming around the thick cock.
Jensen threw his head back harder into the pillow, his legs spreading wider. “Feels so good…feels so good…” he rambled. “Almost…God, Jared…please…” he panted harshly.
Jensen’s balls were tightening in his palm, drawing up, the older man on the edge of climax, needing just a bit more to push him over. Jared let one of his fingers drift down below Jensen’s balls and back, brushing over the puckered muscle there, pushing gently against it.
The reaction was immediate, Jensen crying out as he bucked his hips up sharply, his cock swelling in Jared’s mouth an instant before Jensen’s release flooded over his tongue, hot and thick. Jared gripped Jensen’s hips tightly as he climaxed, swallowing over and over, drinking in the most intimate taste of Jensen there could ever be.
He let Jensen slip from between his lips after he was completely spent, his own body shaking. The sight, sound and taste of Jensen’s orgasm had pushed him toward the precipice of his own, and he raised up, pushing his boxers just under his balls, freeing his heavy cock. He took himself in hand, breathing harshly and started to stroke when there was suddenly a hand covering his own, stopping his movements.
“Let me…Jared, let me…” Jensen panted, pulling Jared onto the bed, on their sides again. He stripped away Jared’s boxers, then wrapped his hand around Jared’s hard length, his thumb brushing over the head.
Just that small amount of friction had Jared jerking, curling into Jensen. God, he was so close… One stroke, two…
“Jen…oh God!”
And he fell over the edge, clinging to Jensen as his orgasm surged through his body, cock pulsing in Jensen’s hand, painting his own chest with the thick, white ropes of his release.
Then Jensen was turning him onto his back, pinning Jared with a heated look before dipping his head, his tongue snaking out to taste the white streaks on Jared’s chest.
“Jesus Christ,” Jared breathed, aftershocks still coursing through his body, watching as Jensen proceeded to lick his chest clean, his cock giving another twitch at the erotic sight.
Finished with his task, Jensen raised up and kissed Jared long and slow, letting Jared taste himself on Jensen’s tongue, the two men wrapping their arms around each other, holding on tightly.
Gradually letting the kiss end, they laid back against the pillows with soft, sated smiles on their faces.
It was on the tip of Jared’s tongue to say it right then and there - I love you - but he held back. Jensen had given him an amazing gift tonight, and he didn’t want to pressure him to say it in return if he didn’t really mean it. No, Jensen needed to be the one to say it first. To give Jared not just his body, but his heart. And for that, Jared would wait, no matter how long it took.
“So,” Jensen started, a glint in his eye. “Did I pass my exam?”
Jared chuckled. “Hmm…well you appear to be in the pink of health, but I think I need to take a closer look again at certain parts of your anatomy, just to be sure,” he winked, then rolled Jensen on top of him as the other man laughed, green eyes shining with happiness, matching Jared’s own.
~*~*~*~
They dozed for about an hour, Jared’s head on Jensen’s chest, warm and comfortable, listening to the steady thrum of the other man’s heartbeat. He stirred when he felt Jensen’s fingers carding gently through his hair, and he tipped his head up to give him a slow smile.
“Did you have a nice nap?”
Jensen nodded. “I did. Feels good, being here with you like this.”
Jared scooted up so he could lay his head on the pillow next to Jensen’s. “Well I’m certainly not complaining,” he grinned, before kissing Jensen warm and slow.
Jensen sighed contentedly when they pulled back, running his fingers across Jared’s chest. “So I found a script I’m interested in.”
“Really? That’s great. Can you tell me what it’s about?”
Jensen nodded. “It’s a cop movie. A role I’ve never done before.”
Jared grinned. “I highly approve of the subject matter.”
“And you will even more when I tell you I spoke with the writer and asked him if he could change the part to a K-9 cop. I told him it was a part of law enforcement that was rarely seen in the movies. After some discussion back and forth…he agreed.”
Jared’s jaw dropped and he propped himself up on an elbow. “You’re shitting me.”
Jensen laughed. “Nope,” he replied, then turned serious. “I told you before you’re the bravest person I’ve ever known, and I think people should know how dangerous your job is. What kind of training you go through, what kind of emotional attachment you have to your partner, things like that.”
Jared dipped his head and kissed Jensen again. “Just say the word and you can wear my uniform anytime you want to get into character,” he grinned.
“Speaking of that…the L.A.P.D. allows ride-alongs, don’t they?”
Jared’s eyebrows drew together. “Umm…yeah, ocassionally, why?”
“Because I want to do one with you.”
Jared’s eyes widened. “You want to come to work with me?”
Jensen nodded. “For research for the role.” He sat up, facing Jared. “It’s something I have no concept of. It’s not like you’re a teacher or a used car salesman.” He reached out and took Jared’s hand. “I want to know about this part of your life. Not just because of the movie, but because it’s a huge part of who you are and I want to understand it.”
Jared was silent for a long minute, a bit thrown by what Jensen had said. Of all the guys he’d dated in the three and a half years he’d been a cop, none of them had truly wanted to know exactly what Jared went through on a daily basis. And ultimately, that’s why none of those relationships had ever worked out.
But Jensen…he wanted to know. He cared. And Jared was touched by that more than words could say, knowing that Jensen wanted this relationship to work just as much as Jared did.
Jared swallowed past the lump that was forming in his throat and squeezed Jensen’s hand. “I’ll talk to Jeff tomorrow. We’ll make this happen.”
~*~*~*~
Two weeks later, Jared paced back and forth in front of his squad car in the station’s parking lot. Jensen was inside, signing a mountain of paperwork, waivers, clearing the L.A.P.D. in case anything happened to Jensen on his ride-along today.
Jared had thought this ride-along was such a good idea until the reality of it hit him this morning. His job was dangerous and he would be responsible for Jensen’s safety today. He’d never forgive himself if anything happened to him. Granted, Jensen was supposed to stay in the squad, but anything could happen…
“Hey.”
Jared looked up at the sound of Jensen’s voice and stopped his pacing.
“I could hear you thinking all the way across the parking lot,” Jensen teased. “Relax. Everything’s gonna be fine.” He clapped Jared on his shoulder. “Let’s hit it, Hutch.”
Jared laughed, opening up the car door, some of his anxiety dispelling. “Oh no, you’re Hutch, I’m Starsky.”
~*~*~*~
Five hours later and the day was turning out to be a learning experience for both of them.
Jensen asked a million questions about the procedures for everything Jared was doing that day - from the traffic tickets to the minor car accident to the small amount of marijuana that Harley found in a mini-van. He asked what each of the police codes stood for and even what their call signs meant. Everything was written down in the notebook he had, for review later.
Jared was impressed at how seriously Jensen was taking all of this and how deeply he threw himself into the research for a new movie role. He didn’t think many actors would take the time for hands-on experience like this. It gave Jared insight into why Jensen was such a successful actor.
“I think you’re gonna run out of pages in that thing,” Jared grinned as Jensen continued scribbling in his notebook.
Jensen looked over with his own smile, setting his pen down. “This has been an amazing day, Jare. Thanks for doing this for me.”
“I’m just glad that it’s been pretty busy otherwise you’d think I was lying about -“ he cut himself off as a sliver Toyota completely blew through stop sign in front of him, not even slowing down.
Jensen shook his head as Jared flipped on his lights. “How could he not have seen you sitting right here?”
“You’d be surprised at how many people don’t pay attention to their surroundings,” Jared answered, giving his siren a short burst as he pulled behind the Toyota.
At first it appeared as though the driver was not going to stop, raising Jared’s suspicions immediately, but then he braked and turned onto a side street, finally coming to a stop.
Jared grabbed his mic. “Dispatch, Six-Adam-Twelve.”
“Six-Adam-Twelve, go,” replied Maggie.
“Show me 10-38 on Vista, just north of Sunset. I need a 10-28 on a sliver Toyota Camry, California plates Four-Tom-Robert-Ida-Zero-One-Nine.”
“Six-Adam-Twelve, I show vehicle registration to Julio Hernandez, 1021 North Formosa, Hollywood,” replied Maggie. “Additional information - Julio Hernandez has two outstanding warrants - failure to appear for 10-200.”
“10-4. Six-Adam-Twelve, out.”
Jensen turned toward Jared. “10-200?”
“Narcotics possession,” Jared answered, voice tight, reaching for the door handle. “You know the drill - “
“Stay in the car,” Jensen nodded seriously.
Jared exited his squad and made his way cautiously up to the driver’s window, his right hand casually resting on the top of his .45. There was a Hispanic man in the driver’s seat, in his late twenties, dressed in tattered blue jean shorts, gym shoes and a plain white t-shirt.
“Good afternoon, sir,” Jared began, watching the man’s hands, which were currently resting in his lap. “Did you not see that stop sign back there?”
The man wouldn’t quite meet Jared’s eyes. “Ummm, no, sorry.”
“Can I see your driver’s license and proof of insurance, please?”
The man nodded jerkily, first pulling out his wallet and handing over his license, then digging in his glove box for his insurance card.
“Turn off your vehicle, sir,” Jared told him. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
Once back inside his squad, Jared accessed his computer, putting in the man’s driver’s license number.
“Is it this Hernandez guy?” Jensen asked.
Jared nodded, comparing the photo on the license to the photo in the police database. “Yep. And now he’s going to jail for his warrants.” Jared snagged the mic. “Dispatch, Six-Adam-Twelve.”
“Six-Adam-Twelve, go,” came Maggie’s reply.
“Request one additional unit dispatched to my location for transport.”
“10-4, Six-Adam-Twelve. Dispatch out.”
Jared looked at Jensen. “This one might take a bit, till we get another unit over here to pick this guy up. Sit tight.”
“Will do,” Jensen nodded and Jared got back out of the car again.
“Sir,” Jared said as the approached the driver. “I need you to get out of the vehicle, please.”
Julio Hernandez’s brown eyes went hard. “Why? What’s the problem?”
“Sir, get out of the vehicle. I won’t ask you again,” Jared replied, voice brooking no argument.
Julio slowly opened the door and stood in front of Jared. He was nearly as tall as Jared, but was slim instead of muscular, his black hair falling past his shoulders.
Jared took his arm and led him toward the back of the Toyota. “Mr. Hernandez, you have two outstanding warrants for failure to appear for drug possession charges,” he explained, reaching back with one hand and removing his handcuffs from his gun belt. He turned Julio away from him, taking one of his wrists in his hand. “You’re under - “
Without warning Julio suddenly reared backwards with all his strength, head butting Jared in the face, his skull catching Jared full on his nose and part of his forehead. Pain shot through Jared’s head and he staggered back, seeing stars, one of his hands flying up to his face, feeling the blood dripping from his nose. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, as Julio pushed past him and took off on foot down the street.
“Shit!” Jared swore, regaining his balance and taking off after the fleeing fugitive, slapping his hand against the remote on his gun belt, opening the back door of his squad and freeing Harley.
He depressed the button on the mic on his shoulder as he ran. “Dispatch! Six-Adam-Twelve in foot pursuit of suspect! Running north on Vista toward Hawthorn! Step up the second unit!”
His partner’s barking filled his ears a moment later. Hernandez had a head start and Jared’s normal speed was hampered by the weight of the gear he was carrying on his body, but Harley had no such limitations.
He was past Jared in seconds, running down his quarry, Hernandez’s speed no match for Harley’s. Jared watched as Harley leaped into the air, mouth open, then clamped down on Hernandez’s lower left arm, dragging the man down to the pavement.
Hernandez wasn’t giving up without a fight, though, punching at Harley with his right fist as he thrashed on the ground, trying desperately to get away from the dog. But Harley refused to let go, shaking his head, and Hernandez’s arm, viciously from side to side.
Jared threw himself down on the pavement next to them both, dimly registering the pounding of another set of feet behind him, and tried to grab Hernandez’s right arm, but the man kicked out with his foot, catching Jared square in the chest. Jared rocked backwards, catching himself with a hand before he fell sideways. He was reaching for his taser when suddenly Jensen was there, throwing his body sideways across both of Hernandez’s legs, pinning them down with his weight.
“I’ve got them! Get his arm!” Jensen yelled, pulling Jared out of the overwhelming shock he felt at seeing Jensen in the middle of this fight.
Jared put a knee in the center of the man’s chest, then grabbed for his right arm and slammed it down against the pavement. “Enough!” he roared.
His body covered by the considerable weight of both Jensen and Jared, his arm still in Harley’s jaws, the fight finally went out of Hernandez and he slumped, panting.
“You make one wrong move and I won’t hesitate to use the taser on you, do you understand?!” Jared yelled, and received a nod in reply.
“Harley, release!” he commanded his partner and Harley instantly obeyed, dropping Julio’s arm and backing away just slightly.
Jared reached back for his spare set of cuffs and snapped one on Julio’s right wrist. “Now you’re going to turn over on your stomach and put your left hand behind your back. Clear?” he growled. He waited until he received another nod, then he turned and looked at Jensen, tramping down his sudden anger at the man. “Okay, move off his legs.”
Jensen nodded and sat up and Jared rolled Hernandez onto his stomach, quickly handcuffing his left wrist as well. He hauled the man to his feet none too gently and started marching him back toward his squad, Jensen and Harley following. He bent Hernandez over the trunk and started searching his pockets when Jensen’s voice interrupted him.
“Jared -“
Jared whipped his head toward him. “Don’t,” he warned him, voice like gravel. “Just - don’t. Go stand up there on the grass, Jensen. Now,” he told him then turned back to his task.
Jensen had no more than walked up over the curb when two additional units came roaring up. One held Officers Paul Chen and Ray Parker and the other Sergeant Morgan. All three men were out and at Jared’s side in a flash.
“You alright, Padalecki?” Ray asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” Jared replied, his heart rate starting to return to normal after the sprint and struggle with Hernandez. He heard Paul calling in to dispatch, letting Maggie know they were Code Four with the suspect in custody. “Can you finish patting him down, Ray? I want Harley to search the car.”
“Yeah, absolutely,” Ray answered, taking over for Jared.
“Harley, come,” Jared called out and his partner walked over to him from where he’d been waiting patiently next to Jensen. Out of the corner of his eye Jared saw Jeff watching the proceedings with a sharp eye, waiting until Jared was finished with his investigation before questioning him.
Harley did a thorough search of the car, finding a baggie with two rocks of crack cocaine, and more disturbing - a .38 caliber handgun under the front seat. Jared felt his chest tighten at the sight of the gun, and he flicked his eyes over to Jensen. This could’ve gone so horribly wrong… And again his anger toward Jensen threatened to overwhelm him.
“Padalecki.”
Jared looked over at Jeff’s voice. “Sarge.”
“Lay it out for me,” Jeff told him.
“I pulled over Julio Hernandez for running the stop sign at Sunset and Gardner. License and registration came back with two warrants for 10-200. I got him out of the car and was attempting to cuff him when he head butted me. A short foot pursuit commenced before he was taken down by my partner. We struggled briefly on the ground before he was subdued by myself and…” Jared took a breath. “…Jensen Ackles.”
Jeff’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
“I know, Sarge, I know. He was just suddenly right there, throwing himself down on top of Hernandez’s legs.”
Jeff’s expression was hard and unreadable. “Was he injured?”
“No, Sarge.”
“How’s your nose? Do you need medical?”
Jared scrubbed a hand across his upper lip, at the dried blood there. “No, I’m good. It’s not broken.”
Jeff nodded slowly, his expression still dark. “We’ll talk more about this at length shortly.” He turned his head. “Chen!”
Paul trotted up to them. “Chen, take my squad and take Mr. Ackles back to the station where he can retrieve his car. His ride-along is over.”
“Sure, Sarge,” Paul answered, then walked over to Jensen.
Jared watched as Paul explained what was going on, saw Jensen look down and stuff his hands in his pockets as he nodded. Then he walked over to Jared’s squad and opened the passenger door, reaching in and retrieving his notebook.
“Will you call me after your shift?” Jensen asked.
But instead of answering, Jared clenched his jaw and turned away from Jensen without a word. Almost, but not quite, missing the flash of hurt that crossed the other man’s face.
~*~*~*~
Jared arrived at Jensen’s house hours later, after being reamed out by Jeff, still no less furious with the other man. He could’ve called, like Jensen asked, but what he had to say needed to be said face-to-face.
Jensen must’ve heard his truck pull up, for he was standing with the front door open as Jared walked up the steps. He brushed by Jensen and stood in the living room, hands on his hips.
“Jared - “
“What were you thinking?!” Jared yelled, cutting Jensen off.
“I wasn’t!” Jensen yelled back, fire in his green eyes. “I just reacted! You needed help!”
“That’s why I’ve got Harley!”
“He’s not a human, Jared!” Jensen countered. “You needed another pair of hands! I couldn’t just sit there and watch you wrestle with him!”
Jared took a step toward Jensen, his body vibrating with anger and suppressed fear. “He had a gun, Jensen! What if he’d have had it on him and turned around and started shooting? What if he would’ve shot you? I can’t -“ his voice broke and he felt himself start to shake. “I can’t lose you!” He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat, taking another step toward Jensen as the other man did the same. They met halfway and Jared crushed his mouth to Jensen’s, pouring out his fear and love in the demanding kiss.
Things started escalating in the blink of an eye. Jensen’s arms wound around Jared, holding tightly, hands gripping Jared’s t-shirt, trying to get their bodies even closer together. One of Jared’s hands cupped the back of Jensen’s head while the other went around his waist. Jared was still shaking, the fear being replaced by desire and anticipation now, like everything was about to change.
Jensen must’ve felt it, too, his mouth demanding against Jared’s, his tongue sliding hard against Jared’s own. This was by far the most aggressive, passionate kiss they’d ever shared, Jared’s head dizzy with it as their mouths crashed together again and again.
“Jen…” Jared whined into the kiss, pleading. “Need you…”
“Jared…Jared…God, wanna make love to you…”
Jared gasped, his heartbeat stuttering, and he pulled back so he could look directly at Jensen. And at the scorching invitation in those green eyes Jared knew that this was what Jensen really wanted, not that Jared was pressuring him into it in any way.
“I want that…God, I want that,” Jared smiled brightly, his throat threatening to close up with emotion.
Jensen smiled back in return, and without a word turned and led Jared down the hall to his bedroom, the late evening sun casting the room in shades of soft pinks and yellows.
They stood at the foot of the bed, where Jared cupped Jensen’s face and pulled him close, kissing him deeply, taking his time, exploring every inch of Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen’s hands slipped up Jared’s shirt and they broke the kiss long enough for Jensen to strip away the garment and toss it to the floor. They undressed each other slowly, drawing out the moment. There would only ever be one “first time”.
“Lay down on your stomach,” Jensen whispered, voice rough with desire, once they were both completely bare.
Jared swallowed, stomach twisting in anticipation as he turned and laid down on the bed, head resting on his arms, legs slightly spread, his hard cock pressing into the mattress.
Jensen straddled Jared’s long legs just below his knees and Jared felt his hands start to roam over his body - his back, his shoulders, sides, hips…and lower still, over his ass to his thighs, then back up again to his ass. This time Jensen took his time, massaging his ass, letting his thumbs dip into the crease, just brushing the puckered muscle hidden there. Jared trembled each time Jensen touched him there, his breaths short and fast now, his cock aching between his legs.
“Like that?” Jensen asked.
“God…yes,” Jared replied breathlessly. “More…”
Jensen obliged, letting his thumbs press deeper into the cleft of Jared’s ass, pushing harder against Jared’s opening. And every time he did, Jared dug his fingers into the mattress and lifted his hips up slightly off the bed until eventually tremors started to race along his entire body.
Jensen eased a hand down between Jared’s legs and cupped his heavy balls in his palm, rolling and tugging until Jared groaned with the sensation.
“Jen…please,” he pleaded, raising up until he was on his hands and knees, spreading his legs. “Touch me…”
Jensen’s settled himself between Jared’s legs, his hands cupping Jared’s ass, spreading him open.
“Jesus…” Jared heard him breathe an instant before he felt Jensen’s hot, wet tongue lick across his entrance.
Jared’s entire body jerked and shuddered. “Oh…oh, God…”
Taking Jared’s reaction as a sign of encouragement, Jensen blew a stream of warm air over the sensitive opening, then burrowed his tongue into it.
“Yes!” Jared shouted, heart slamming against his chest. “Jen…”
His body opened willingly and he felt himself pulsing around Jensen’s questing tongue. With each slow, deep thrust Jared pressed back against him, making noises of lust and need that drove Jensen to probe even deeper with his tongue until Jared was writhing at his assault, his body shaking.
“Wanna feel you,” Jared pleaded, voice like sandpaper. “Please, Jen, need you in me so fucking bad…”
Jensen paused then, slipping his tongue out of Jared’s body, leaving Jared breathing hard and feeling empty.
“Want that, too…” he breathed against Jared’s skin, sending a shiver through Jared.
Jensen leaned sideways and opened the drawer of his nightstand, retrieving a tube of lube. He coated two of his fingers and pushed one slowly inside Jared.
“Shit! God…Jen…” Jared gasped, closing his eyes, fighting back the burning in his cock as Jensen fingered him open. He could already feel a familiar tingle starting deep in his balls.
Jensen alternated between tonguing Jared and using first one, then two fingers until Jared was turned on to the point of agony, practically vibrating against Jensen.
Jensen must have sensed his need, for he pulled back again and reached inside the drawer and withdrew a condom. Jared stopped him with a hand before he could tear open the package.
“I’m clean.”
Jensen nodded. “So am I,” he said quietly, locking eyes with Jared.
Jared smiled. “I wanna feel you, Jen. Just you.”
Jensen grinned mischievously, tossing the condom back into the drawer. “I think I can arrange that,” he growled.
Jared shuddered at Jensen’s suggestive tone, his body reminding him of what he craved. His eyes slipped closed. “Jesus…need you, Jen…”
“Turn over, Jare. Wanna see you…”
Jared nodded, swallowing deeply as he turned to lay on his back, spreading his legs wide as Jensen moved between them, slicking up his hard cock.
“You’re beautiful,” Jensen whispered as he pressed the swollen head of his cock against Jared’s opening and pushed.
Twin groans filled the air as Jensen breached Jared for the first time, Jared’s body stretching, opening to accommodate Jensen’s thick cock, pulling him in. Jared raised his hips, twining his legs around Jensen’s waist as Jensen kept pushing slow and steady until he was buried to the hilt. Jared pressed upwards, seating Jensen even deeper still, and they groaned again.
“So good, Jen…you feel so good…”
“Jesus, Jare…so tight, so hot…”
They held there for a moment, letting Jared’s body adjust, their harsh breaths echoing one another, savoring how good this felt, joined together for the first time. But when it finally got to be too much, both of them starting to shake with desire, Jensen pulled back then thrust hard and deep.
Jared cried out with the overwhelming sensation as Jensen again pulled back slowly, only to thrust in deep once more.
“Yes, yes,” Jared ground out, pushing his hips up in counterpoint to Jensen’s rhythmic thrusting, tightening his legs around Jensen’s waist.
Jensen leaned forward, bracing himself with one hand next to Jared’s head, changing the angle and stars exploded in Jared’s head as Jensen’s cock pushed hard against his prostate.
“There!” he cried out. “Right there, Jen… please don’t stop…don’t stop,” he rambled, feeling his balls start to tighten, his climax rushing up fast.
Jensen reached down with his other hand and grasped Jared’s hard, leaking cock, giving it a firm, quick stroke - and Jared started to fall apart.
All the sensations - Jensen’s cock in his ass, filling him, stretching him, the feel of Jensen’s smooth, slick skin under his fingertips, Jensen’s hand on his cock, stroking him, the sound of their soft moans, the smell of their lovemaking in the air - swirled in his head until he was dizzy with it, driving his need even higher. He couldn’t get enough of Jensen, using the heels of his feet to pull him closer, push him deeper, wanting to lose himself forever in the green-eyed man above him.
He gave himself over to Jensen, to the feelings and emotions he was stirring inside him, and when he felt his climax start licking up his spine he didn’t fight it, wanting more than anything to find release in Jensen’s arms.
And he did moments later, his orgasm surging out of him with a force that made him yell and throw his head back, his cock throbbing, the thick streaks of his release covering his chest and Jensen’s hand.
He felt his internal muscles clamp down on Jensen’s cock and the other man gasped, his rhythm faltering.
“Let me feel you come, Jensen…God, let me feel it…” Jared pleaded hoarsely.
Jensen screwed his eyes closed briefly, his hips jerking in short, sharp motions now, before pinning Jared with a look so open and emotional it stole Jared’s breath.
“I love you, Jared,” Jensen whispered thickly, green eyes shining with unshed moisture. “I love -“ Then his climax was upon him and Jensen came with a shuddering cry, filling Jared with hot, liquid heat in long pulses that went on and on.
Overwhelmed with Jensen’s declaration and the realization that it was finally him making Jensen completely fall apart, Jared gasped, tears springing to his eyes. Jensen collapsed down upon him, trembling with aftershocks and Jared wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, feeling Jensen’s cock still buried deep inside him.
They held each other for long moments, Jared whispering “I love you, I love you,” over and over against Jensen’s ear, his hazel eyes leaking tears with the knowledge that he finally, finally had Jensen’s heart.
~*~*~*~
CHAPTER FOUR
Author: agt_spooky
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 45,121
Genre: Police AU
Warnings/Spoilers: domestic violence themes
Disclaimer: It’s RPS, people. It never happened, but I wish it would. :-)
Author’s Notes: Many thanks to sn_24lover, charityflint and queeberquabbler for their beta work and invaluable input. Thank you for being my cheerleaders!
Summary: For K-9 Officer Jared Padalecki, transferring from the San Antonio police department to the elite L.A.P.D. was a dream come true. He nearly forgets he’s in Hollywood until he responds to a 911 call that brings him to the home of actor Jensen Ackles.
It appeared that Jensen had it all - a career that was on fire and a loving, long-term relationship with his partner, Mark. But then Jared uncovers the truth that Jensen had been trying to hide, and the illusion comes crashing down.
Can Jared help Jensen break free of a life he’s convinced he deserves before it’s too late, and in the process help them both find love?
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Previous chapters: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
Jared looked in the rear view mirror of his truck and ran his hand through his hair before stepping out into the parking lot of the Weeping Willows Country Club and Golf Course, where the auction was being held. He took a moment to smooth out the creases in his dark jeans and gray button down shirt before making his way to the enormous tent at the back of the country club. The event was by invitation only, but that didn’t stop dozens of fans from lingering in the parking lot, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite celebrity.
Jared felt like a VIP as he walked past them all and up to the entrance to the tent, where a young blonde woman stood next to a table, a clipboard in her hand.
“Hi, I’m Jared Padalecki,” he told her. “There was supposed to be a ticket left for me here.”
She nodded and consulted her clipboard. “Yes, here we are, Mr. Padalecki. A guest of Mr. Ackles.” She checked off his name then turned to pick up a small card, which had Jared’s name and a table number written on it. “You’re at table number six. Have a great time today.”
“Thanks,” Jared smiled, then went inside the tent.
A stage was set up at one end of the tent, at the other was a bar, and the rest was filled with dozens of round tables with white tablecloths and flower centerpieces. There were posters on easels along the sides of the tent for A Dog’s Life Rescue, with pictures of various animals they had saved. There were quite a large number of people inside, men and women ranging from their mid-twenties to their early sixties, milling about, most with cocktails in their hands. Waiters moved about the crowd with trays of hors d’oeuvres and glasses of champagne. Jared took a glass himself, and was looking around for his table when the bark of a puppy caught his attention. He turned to his left and saw through the opening on the other side of the tent a row of cages on the grass. He smiled and made his way outside to see what was going on.
It was an adoption drive for A Dog’s Life. About twenty cages were scattered about on the grass, each with a cat or dog, ranging from puppies and kittens to full grown animals. There was a volunteer from the rescue agency at each cage, talking with folks about the pet and letting the prospective new owner hold and play with he or she.
Jared wandered about the cages, stopping every so often to stick his fingers in to pet one of the puppies. Seeing all of these loving animals in need of a good home always pulled at his heartstrings and he wished he could take them all home himself.
There was a table set up with information pamphlets on the agency, which Jared picked up and also a sheet for people to sign up to learn about becoming a volunteer. Jared didn’t even hesitate, picking up the pen and signing his name and phone number. He was also pleased to see that the donation jar was filled with both cash and checks, to which he added his own $50.00. He hoped by the end of the day he’d be adding much more.
Several waiters came outside, informing everyone that lunch was being served if they could please find their tables. Everyone started filing back inside the tent, and Jared located table number six, a few rows back from the stage.
A petite red-head in an emerald green dress sat next to Jared and introduced herself as Rita McDonald, and the two of them had a pleasant conversation all through lunch. Jared learned from Rita that about half the people there, like herself, were fans of one of the actors in the auction. Some had won contests for a ticket to the event and others were part of the actor’s fan clubs - all vying for a night with their favorite star.
The auction got started shortly after lunch was done, and it turned into quite the lively event, with people laughing and shouting out their bids for each actor that appeared on stage. Rita herself tried, but was outbid, much to her disappointment, when the total went just over $1,500, the highest so far that afternoon.
Then finally it was Jensen’s turn, the fourth of the fifth actors there. He stepped out on the stage to loud applause and Jared’s stomach gave that familiar flip. Jensen looked amazing, dressed in a light blue button down shirt with thin white pinstripes, tucked into a tailored pair of khaki slacks with a brown belt and shoes. His hair was spiky, with a pair of sunglasses perched on his head, a big smile on his face, his eyes matching the color of the freshly cut grass on the golf course.
“Hey everyone!” Jensen greeted the crowd. “I’d like to thank all of you for coming out today and supporting A Dog’s Life. And now it’s my turn to try and raise some funds for this excellent group.” He hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “Steve back there is bragging about his $1,500,” he joked. “I told him that I’d beat that hands down,” he bragged with a smile. “So who wants to start off the bidding for an evening of dinner and dancing with me?”
“One hundred dollars!” shouted a woman in the back, followed closely by “One hundred fifty!” from a young man in the front, and it was on from there.
Jensen turned out to be a fantastic auctioneer, sounding exactly like the pros, and he kept everyone laughing as the bids climbed higher and higher. But then Jared began to notice something. There was a dark haired woman in her late thirties sitting at one of the front tables, and she seemed damned determined to win this auction. Each and every time someone bid she increased her bid by $100 instantaneously. Jared also noticed that Jensen smiled and nodded at each person who bid, except for this woman, who he barely wanted to make eye contact with. There was something about her that made Jensen very uncomfortable and it looked as though she was going to win.
But not if Jared had anything to say about it.
He had his hand halfway up to bid, but then put it down. He and Jensen had already been seen together at the police charity event. If Jared then bid and won a date with him, people might start to get suspicious, maybe wondering where Mark was. That would bring Jensen nothing but unwanted attention, and Jared was respecting his decision not to go public yet with the situation regarding Mark.
Thinking fast, he turned to the red-haired woman beside him.
“Rita? Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure. What do you need?” she asked.
Jared leaned in and whispered in her ear, then watched as she smiled brightly at him. “I’d love to help…”
“…One thousand eight hundred from the lady in the blue dress!” Jensen smiled.
“Nineteen hundred!” shouted the dark haired woman in the front row, who Jensen only flicked a glance at in acknowledgement.
“Two thousand five hundred!”
There was a collective gasp from the audience and all heads turned to look at Rita, waving her hand in the air, a smile on her face.
Even Jensen was at a loss for words for a brief second, and Jared saw him look his way with curiosity as Jared fought to hold in a grin.
“Two thousand five hundred from the lovely lady in the green dress!” Jensen announced. “Do we have any advances?”
Jared held his breath, eyes on the woman in the front row, but it looked like Jared’s bold move was too rich for her wallet.
“Going once!....Going twice!....Ladies and gentlemen, we have our winner!”
Jensen let the audience applaud before speaking to Rita again. “I can’t thank you enough for your generosity and I promise we’ll have a wonderful evening,” he smiled. “Just meet me at the Dog’s Life table behind the tent after the auction and we’ll get everything arranged.” Then he looked back up at everyone and waved as he left the stage. “Thank you so much! Have a great afternoon!”
As Jensen received a round of applause, Rita turned to Jared and winked as Jared slipped her his credit card.
~*~*~*~
Twenty minutes later Jared was crouched down next to one of the puppy cages near the Dog’s Life table, watching as Jensen came out of the tent and made his way over to Rita. He saw them shake hands and Jared could tell he was thanking her again. She laughed and shook her head, beckoning Jensen down so she could whisper in his ear. Jensen’s eyes widened and he straightened up as Rita pointed over to where Jared was. He shook his head with a smile, looking at Jared warmly, then turned back to Rita, taking her hand and kissing her cheek. She blushed, then gave Jared a wink and a thumbs up sign before she headed back toward the tent.
Jensen walked toward Jared, shaking his head again. “You’re insane.”
Jared shrugged, grinning. “It’s been said.”
“You saved me, you know. And I’ll pay you back,” Jensen said seriously.
Jared shook his head. “No, you won’t. It’s only money and it’s for a good cause. You could tell me what I saved you from, though. What’s with that woman?”
Jensen sighed. “C’mon, let’s walk,” he said, leading Jared over to a tree-lined path that ringed the golf course.
“Her name is Victoria,” Jensen began. “She runs a huge online blog/fan club about me. While I appreciate the support and the publicity, she’s a bit…unhinged. She’s at every event I am, and sometimes has problems separating the characters I play from the real me, if you get my meaning.”
Jared whistled. “Wow…So she would’ve been expecting Shane Hunter to take her on the date?”
“Exactly! Speaking of which…” Jensen came to a stop and Jared turned to face him. “You won me fair and square,” he said softly.
Jared paused, trying to read Jensen’s mind, suddenly unsure, deciding to give Jensen an out if he didn’t feel the same as Jared did.
“Jensen…I don’t want to push you into anything. This doesn’t have to be a date.”
Jensen stepped closer, curling a hand around Jared’s hip. He leaned in, voice whiskey smooth. “What if I want it to be?”
~*~*~*~
The following Friday night Jared stepped out of the limousine in front of Jensen’s house. When Jensen had told him he was sending a car to pick up Jared for their date, he hadn’t been expecting the sleek black limo, with the driver who even wore the little cap. He should’ve enjoyed the drive, riding in style as he was, but the butterflies in his stomach were now the size of Volkswagens, and he fidgeted nervously the entire time.
Just like he was doing now, standing in Jensen’s driveway, tugging on the sleeves of his soft pink button down shirt, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in his black dress slacks.
Tonight…everything could change between he and Jensen. And it both thrilled and scared him, how fast and how hard he’d fallen for the older man, and where things would go from here.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Jared walked up to the front door. Jensen had told him he’d left the alarm off, to just go through the house to the backyard. He opened the door and smiled at the wonderful smells emanating from the kitchen, wondering where Jensen had gotten the food catered in from. He continued through the kitchen to the French doors, which Jensen had left open, and stepped outside…into a scene from a romance novel.
There were candles everywhere, lighting up the night with a soft, warm glow. They were on the railing of the deck, on the patio table, completely surrounding the pool, and down the steps of the deck. Jensen had even made a path with them that led out to the yard, to a canopy that had been erected there, the fabric moving with the gentle breeze. Under the canopy was a square table with a pristine white tablecloth, china place settings, a bottle of champagne, and two short, fat candles. There was also a small, portable stereo set up, the faint strains of a guitar floating to Jared’s ears.
And standing next to the table was Jensen, looking stunning in his white button down shirt with thin grey stripes, charcoal grey slacks, his hair soft, a short lock falling across his forehead, and a beautiful smile on his face.
The entire scene took Jared’s breath away, and it was a moment before he descended the steps and made his way over to Jensen.
“This is…amazing,” Jared smiled. “I can’t believe you did all this.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t actually take you anywhere,” Jensen apologized.
Jared shook his head. “This is better. No one trying to take your picture or ask for your autograph. I like it that it’s just the two of us.”
“So do I,” Jensen agreed with his own soft smile, then pulled out one of the chairs for Jared. “Hungry?”
“Starved,” Jared answered. “Especially after what I smelled in your kitchen.”
“I’ll be right back, then,” Jensen replied, then disappeared into the house.
He was back a few minutes later, setting a plate down in front of Jared, then sitting down across from him with his own plate. “Chicken Kiev, wild rice and asparagus. Enjoy.”
“This looks delicious,” Jared said as he cut into the chicken, the warm herb butter flowing out onto the plate, and took a bite. “Wow…that’s fantastic. Where did you get the food from?”
Jensen grinned. “My own kitchen.”
Jared’s eyes widened. “You made this yourself? Okay, wait.” Amused, he held up a hand, ticking off the points, one by one. “You’re a talented actor, you sing, you play guitar and you cook? Do you do laundry?”
Jensen leaned forward, his voice a playful whisper. “I even own an ironing board.”
Jared laughed, “Marry me!” the words out before he realized what he was saying.
A slow smile crossed Jensen’s face and he held his champagne glass up, clinking it softly with Jared’s. “If you play your cards right,” he winked, and Jared’s heart skipped a beat.
The rest of the meal passed in easy conversation, catching each other up on what their week had been like, talking sports, books and movies, finding more and more in common with each other.
“Oh, you did not just say that My Bloody Valentine is better than Friday the 13th!” Jared laughed.
“Valentine is a classic! Jason went to space, for crying out loud. Can you say ‘jump the shark’?” Jensen laughed in reply, green eyes bright.
Jared looked down at the table, then back up again. “You look good with a smile on your face,” he said softly.
Jensen gave him another, his hand slowly moving across the table until his fingers curled around Jared’s.
“Jared, these last couple of weeks…they’ve been really hard for me, but at the same time a huge weight’s been lifted off my shoulders and I haven’t been this happy in a long time. And that’s because of you. Thank you,” he finished quietly.
Jared rubbed his thumb across Jensen’s fingers, the butterflies back in his stomach. “I’ve been pretty lonely since I moved out here. Missing my family. I don’t know anyone outside of work. I know we didn’t meet under the best of circumstances, but I’m glad we did. Getting to know you, spending time with you...it’s been fantastic. I don’t feel so lost out here anymore.”
The moment hung there in the warm summer night air, as the soft strains of Chris Kane’s guitar played on the stereo, both men realizing that this was it. The moment when everything changed. One of them just needed to be brave enough to make that first move…
“I think you promised your date dinner and dancing…” Jared whispered.
Jensen nodded slowly, his eyes soft and warm, and stood from the table, leading Jared just out from under the canopy, where he turned, and stepped into Jared’s arms.
As Jensen’s arm wrapped around his waist, Jared’s breath caught in his throat. He settled his own arms around the other man, his heart thudding in his chest at the feel of Jensen under his fingertips. The heat from Jensen’s body was making him dizzy, his throat dry. And God, he smelled so good…
They started to sway gently to the music, hazel eyes locked with green, bodies touching as they moved.
“This…whatever this is between us. Tell me you feel it, too,” Jensen whispered imploringly.
Jared swallowed thickly. “I do. God, I do. But Jensen…my life, my job - it’s not an easy thing to have to deal with…”
Jensen shook his head. “We laid it all out for each other that day in my bedroom. I can handle it. I want to. I want this. Us…Do you?”
“More than anything,” Jared breathed before dipping his head and capturing Jensen’s mouth with his own.
At that first touch Jared forgot how to think, how to breathe…he only knew how to feel. Jensen’s lips were soft and warm under his, and he could feel Jensen’s heartbeat thudding against his chest in tandem with his own. Jared flexed his fingers on Jensen’s back and Jensen pulled Jared to him even tighter, molding their bodies together. Jensen’s mouth opened and Jared felt his tongue lick tentatively against Jared’s lips, asking for entrance that Jared gladly gave.
As their tongues touched for the first time, the same electric spark Jared felt the first time he touched Jensen raced through his entire body and he shivered with the sensation. He swallowed Jensen’s soft moan and slanted his head to deepen the kiss, tasting champagne on Jensen’s tongue.
They kissed for what felt like hours, wrapped in each other’s arms under the stars, surrounded by candlelight and soft music.
And to Jared, he felt as though he'd fallen straight into his very own classic romantic movie, with Jensen as his leading man.
~*~*~*~
Jared had never kissed for so long or so much in his entire life as he’d done in the last two months.
Take now, for instance, sprawled out on his back on Jensen’s couch, wearing only a pair of shorts, Jensen’s solid weight blanketing him from head to toe, making out like a couple of teenagers.
This was as far as they’d gone, intimacy wise, in their relationship, but Jared wasn’t pushing Jensen for more. He understood what lay unspoken between them - that Jensen needed to be sure exactly who Jared was before giving himself, and his heart, over completely to him. His relationship with Mark had scarred him, and he wasn’t taking the chance on getting hurt so deeply ever again.
So Jared let Jensen take control and let their relationship proceed at his pace. Which included marathon make out sessions like this one whenever they had time to be together. Which lately wasn’t much. It didn’t take long for Jared to have to learn to deal with the responsibilities that Jensen’s career brought. Promotion for Dark Highway was revving into high gear with the movie’s premiere just over four months away now. Which meant Jensen and the rest of the cast were traveling constantly, most recently for three weeks over in Europe, giving interview after interview. Oscar buzz was still running strong for the movie, and Jensen in particular. It was hard to be away from him for such long periods of time, but Jared couldn’t be prouder of Jensen and would be there to support him every step of the way.
Which meant seeing him off once again this afternoon. But not before a proper goodbye.
Jared cupped the back of Jensen’s head, tilting his own to fit their mouths tighter together, tangling his tongue with Jensen’s over and over. Jensen groaned, kissing Jared back just as intensely, sliding one hand down Jared’s chest to lightly scrape over Jared’s nipple with his fingernail. It was Jared’s turn to moan at the sensation, clutching at Jensen’s bare back, feeling Jensen push his body down harder against Jared’s own. The feeling of being under Jensen was intoxicating, all heat and smooth skin and muscle moving against him.
Jensen pinched his nipple again and Jared broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, his hips bucking upwards, feeling Jensen’s arousal slide against his own through their thin shorts.
“Jen! God…” Jared breathed.
Jensen kissed his way over the cut of Jared’s jaw line to the spot behind Jared’s ear that always made him shiver. “Say it again,” he panted.
Jared smiled at the request. “Jen…” he breathed again and felt Jensen’s own small shiver at the nickname he’d only just started using.
“Love it when you call me that,” Jensen purred, kissing his way down Jared’s neck to his shoulder, then further still down Jared’s chest until he could lick across Jared’s sensitive nipple.
“Oh shit, Jen…more…please…” Jared begged shamelessly, his hand once again cupping the back of Jensen’s head.
Jensen obliged him, licking repeatedly across the small nub before covering it with his mouth and sucking.
“Feels so good,” Jared groaned, his hips pressing upwards again, his erection pushing against Jensen’s stomach now.
Jensen’s hand wandered across his chest to his left nipple, taking it between his fingers and rolling it at the same time his teeth bit gently down on his right one.
“Christ!” Jared swore, the dual sensations shooting straight down to his cock. He could feel his heavy balls starting to tighten, his orgasm imminent if he didn’t slow things down.
He tugged on Jensen’s shoulder, urging him back up Jared’s body. “C’mere, c’mere,” he breathed before claiming Jensen’s mouth with his own once again.
He started gentling the kisses, calming things down until they were resting their foreheads together, Jared’s hands stroking softly up and down Jensen’s back.
“I miss you already,” Jensen murmured. “I wish I didn’t have to leave again.”
“I wish you didn’t have to, either,” Jared answered. “But I’m okay with it because I know you’ll always come back,” he finished with a gentle smile.
“Always,” Jensen whispered, green eyes filled with his promise.
~*~*~*~
A week later Jared was just finishing up his shift when his cell phone dinged with an incoming text.
Hey Jare. Not feeling too good. Gonna go lay down. Left alarm off for you.
Concerned, Jared typed a reply back. “What’s wrong?”
Migraine
“Oh man, I’m sorry. Can I bring anything for you?”
Just you. :-)
Jared smiled. “Now that I can do. I’ll be by in about an hour,” he responded, then tucked his cell phone back in his pocket with a sigh.
Jensen worked too damn hard and Jared wished that he could take him out somewhere, just to a nice dinner. But Jensen was still keeping quiet about Mark to the press, so they were keeping their own relationship a secret still. It wasn’t easy, when all Jared wanted to do was walk down the street holding Jensen’s hand, but it was better than not having a relationship with him at all.
~*~*~*~
Jared quietly let himself into Jensen’s house, which he pretty much thought of as his own now, he spent so much time here, and led Harley through to the French doors, letting his partner outside to roll around in the grass in the backyard. He turned to fill up Harley’s spare food and water bowls they kept at Jensen’s, and spied on the kitchen table the source of Jensen’s migraine.
A stack of new scripts had arrived sometime that day, and Jensen must’ve spent hours reading through them, as evidenced by his rarely used glasses that were tossed down on top of one of them that was left open.
He fed Harley, then kicked off his flip flops and padded softly down the hall to Jensen’s bedroom. The door was open and he looked inside to see the curtains tightly drawn and Jensen curled up on his side on top of the covers, wearing just a pair of black boxer briefs, eyes closed, small lines of tension on his forehead.
Jared turned from the bedroom and stepped into the bathroom across the hall. His mother had often experienced migraines and he hoped that what brought her relief would also work for Jensen. He opened the linen closet and removed a washcloth, then rummaged around until he found an electric heating pad. He turned on the cold water tap, wetting the washcloth before wringing it out, leaving it cool and damp.
Back across the hall, Jared kneeled down beside the bed and placed a gentle kiss on Jensen’s forehead. The older man stirred and blinked open tired eyes.
“Hey,” Jared said softly. “How’re you feeling?”
“Not so good,” Jensen murmured.
“Is it just your head or do your neck and shoulders hurt, too?” he asked.
“Those, too,” Jensen replied. “They’re all stiff.”
“Okay, let me try something,” he told Jensen, reaching down and plugging in the cord to the heating pad in the outlet next to the bedside table.
“Can you sit up for me?” he asked Jensen. “I want to get behind you.”
Jensen nodded slowly, levering himself up as Jared quickly stripped down to his boxers, too, then climbed on the bed behind Jensen, his back against the headboard. He picked up the heating pad and placed it on his chest, then spread his legs, guiding Jensen to lay back against him.
“My mom gets migraines. She’d use the heating pad to relax the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then put a cool washcloth on her head. She’d usually be fine in a couple hours,” Jared said, placing the washcloth on Jensen’s forehead.
“Feels good,” Jensen sighed, relaxing more fully against Jared.
“How’s this?” Jared asked, using his fingertips to gently massage Jensen’s temples.
“Perfect,” Jensen mumbled, eyes sliding closed.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Jared whispered. “Go back to sleep…”
It was only about ten minutes later when Jared felt Jensen’s breathing even out, the other man asleep once again. He continued to massage Jensen’s temples for several more minutes, then turned the washcloth over before sliding his hands around Jensen’s waist, content to just hold him while he slept.
By the time Jensen stirred almost an hour and a half later, Jared’s back was killing him, but it was worth it to see Jensen’s green eyes free of pain when he slowly rolled over and looked up at him.
“Feeling better?” Jared smiled, clicking off the heating pad and placing it on the floor.
“Much,” Jensen replied with his own smile, tugging on Jared, rolling them until they were on their sides facing each other. “Thank you, Doctor Padalecki,” he continued, placing a lingering kiss on Jared’s lips.
Jared arched an eyebrow in amusement. “Don’t tempt me, or I will play doctor with you.”
Jared expected Jensen to laugh, maybe smack him on his chest, but he was caught off guard when instead Jensen’s eyes darkened with desire.
“Would this be a…thorough exam?” Jensen whispered, the rough, deep tone of his voice sending a spike of arousal up Jared’s spine.
Jared swallowed, hoping he was reading between the lines correctly. “If you want it to be.”
Jensen responded by crushing his mouth against Jared’s, initiating a kiss so full of heat and want that Jared was rock hard in under five seconds. Jensen tangled his fingers in Jared’s long hair while Jared cupped Jensen’s ass and pulled their bodies tightly together. Their mouths parted and came back together again and again, the room echoing with their sharp, panting breaths.
Jensen pushed his hips into Jared, sliding his erection against Jared’s own. “Jared…touch me…please…” he begged, voice high and tight.
Jared’s heart skipped a beat at Jensen’s plea, his arousal skyrocketing.
“God, Jen…yeah…yeah,” he breathed, sliding one of his hands down the back of Jensen’s boxer briefs, guiding them down slowly over Jensen’s body.
Jared’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of Jensen completely naked in front of him for the first time. He was…beautiful. His skin was flushed with arousal, his eyes dark with it. His nipples were erect, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing. Below his well-defined abs was a soft trail of hair that led down to the most intimate part of Jensen’s body…which was completely hairless.
His cock stood out from his body, hard and weeping precome over the engorged head, his smooth balls hanging heavy between his legs, and all Jared wanted to do was take Jensen in his mouth. To just…taste.
“Do it.”
Jared looked up at the sound of Jensen’s rough voice as the other man read his mind.
“Jesus, Jared…I want it.” Jensen leaned forward for another bruising kiss, murmuring, “Suck me,” against Jared’s lips.
Jared had Jensen on his back in the blink of an eye, his head spinning with desire, his own cock throbbing in his boxers. He made his way down Jensen’s body, peppering it with hard, wet kisses, stopping to suck on each of Jensen’s nipples, ratcheting up the other man’s arousal until he was moving restlessly beneath him.
He stopped for a moment when he reached Jensen’s cock before licking across the head, gathering up the precome leaking copiously from the slit. Jared closed his eyes as the taste of Jensen exploded across his tongue, groaning as he swallowed. Opening his eyes, he moved lower, taking first one of Jensen’s heavy balls in his mouth, sucking for a moment, then the other, marveling at the smooth, hairless texture of his skin. He raised up then, opened his mouth and took in as much of Jensen’s cock as he could.
Jensen’s sharp moan filled the room, his hands reaching to tangle in Jared’s hair as Jared began to bob his head, sucking hard on Jensen’s cock. Jensen was a heavy weight on Jared’s tongue, long and thick, steel wrapped in silk. He pushed his tongue against the small bundle of nerves right below the head and Jensen jerked, fingers tightening in Jared’s hair.
“Jared…Jared…don’t stop…don’t - God,” he groaned as Jared then dipped his tongue in the slit and was rewarded with a fresh burst of precome.
Jared could tell Jensen was trying hard to keep his hips still, but the thought of Jensen fucking his mouth…
This time it was Jared’s turn to speak the words. “Do it,” he growled, before opening his mouth as wide as he could until he felt the head of Jensen’s cock bump the back of his throat.
“Shit,” Jensen breathed as he started to move his hips, slow at first, then a little harder, sharper when Jared encouraged him.
Jared reached a hand down and took Jensen’s balls in his palm, rolling them, tugging, as Jensen pushed his cock into Jared’s mouth again and again. Jared’s own cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, the front wet with precome, his body yearning for release.
But Jared was determined to see Jensen fall apart first, so he hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, humming around the thick cock.
Jensen threw his head back harder into the pillow, his legs spreading wider. “Feels so good…feels so good…” he rambled. “Almost…God, Jared…please…” he panted harshly.
Jensen’s balls were tightening in his palm, drawing up, the older man on the edge of climax, needing just a bit more to push him over. Jared let one of his fingers drift down below Jensen’s balls and back, brushing over the puckered muscle there, pushing gently against it.
The reaction was immediate, Jensen crying out as he bucked his hips up sharply, his cock swelling in Jared’s mouth an instant before Jensen’s release flooded over his tongue, hot and thick. Jared gripped Jensen’s hips tightly as he climaxed, swallowing over and over, drinking in the most intimate taste of Jensen there could ever be.
He let Jensen slip from between his lips after he was completely spent, his own body shaking. The sight, sound and taste of Jensen’s orgasm had pushed him toward the precipice of his own, and he raised up, pushing his boxers just under his balls, freeing his heavy cock. He took himself in hand, breathing harshly and started to stroke when there was suddenly a hand covering his own, stopping his movements.
“Let me…Jared, let me…” Jensen panted, pulling Jared onto the bed, on their sides again. He stripped away Jared’s boxers, then wrapped his hand around Jared’s hard length, his thumb brushing over the head.
Just that small amount of friction had Jared jerking, curling into Jensen. God, he was so close… One stroke, two…
“Jen…oh God!”
And he fell over the edge, clinging to Jensen as his orgasm surged through his body, cock pulsing in Jensen’s hand, painting his own chest with the thick, white ropes of his release.
Then Jensen was turning him onto his back, pinning Jared with a heated look before dipping his head, his tongue snaking out to taste the white streaks on Jared’s chest.
“Jesus Christ,” Jared breathed, aftershocks still coursing through his body, watching as Jensen proceeded to lick his chest clean, his cock giving another twitch at the erotic sight.
Finished with his task, Jensen raised up and kissed Jared long and slow, letting Jared taste himself on Jensen’s tongue, the two men wrapping their arms around each other, holding on tightly.
Gradually letting the kiss end, they laid back against the pillows with soft, sated smiles on their faces.
It was on the tip of Jared’s tongue to say it right then and there - I love you - but he held back. Jensen had given him an amazing gift tonight, and he didn’t want to pressure him to say it in return if he didn’t really mean it. No, Jensen needed to be the one to say it first. To give Jared not just his body, but his heart. And for that, Jared would wait, no matter how long it took.
“So,” Jensen started, a glint in his eye. “Did I pass my exam?”
Jared chuckled. “Hmm…well you appear to be in the pink of health, but I think I need to take a closer look again at certain parts of your anatomy, just to be sure,” he winked, then rolled Jensen on top of him as the other man laughed, green eyes shining with happiness, matching Jared’s own.
~*~*~*~
They dozed for about an hour, Jared’s head on Jensen’s chest, warm and comfortable, listening to the steady thrum of the other man’s heartbeat. He stirred when he felt Jensen’s fingers carding gently through his hair, and he tipped his head up to give him a slow smile.
“Did you have a nice nap?”
Jensen nodded. “I did. Feels good, being here with you like this.”
Jared scooted up so he could lay his head on the pillow next to Jensen’s. “Well I’m certainly not complaining,” he grinned, before kissing Jensen warm and slow.
Jensen sighed contentedly when they pulled back, running his fingers across Jared’s chest. “So I found a script I’m interested in.”
“Really? That’s great. Can you tell me what it’s about?”
Jensen nodded. “It’s a cop movie. A role I’ve never done before.”
Jared grinned. “I highly approve of the subject matter.”
“And you will even more when I tell you I spoke with the writer and asked him if he could change the part to a K-9 cop. I told him it was a part of law enforcement that was rarely seen in the movies. After some discussion back and forth…he agreed.”
Jared’s jaw dropped and he propped himself up on an elbow. “You’re shitting me.”
Jensen laughed. “Nope,” he replied, then turned serious. “I told you before you’re the bravest person I’ve ever known, and I think people should know how dangerous your job is. What kind of training you go through, what kind of emotional attachment you have to your partner, things like that.”
Jared dipped his head and kissed Jensen again. “Just say the word and you can wear my uniform anytime you want to get into character,” he grinned.
“Speaking of that…the L.A.P.D. allows ride-alongs, don’t they?”
Jared’s eyebrows drew together. “Umm…yeah, ocassionally, why?”
“Because I want to do one with you.”
Jared’s eyes widened. “You want to come to work with me?”
Jensen nodded. “For research for the role.” He sat up, facing Jared. “It’s something I have no concept of. It’s not like you’re a teacher or a used car salesman.” He reached out and took Jared’s hand. “I want to know about this part of your life. Not just because of the movie, but because it’s a huge part of who you are and I want to understand it.”
Jared was silent for a long minute, a bit thrown by what Jensen had said. Of all the guys he’d dated in the three and a half years he’d been a cop, none of them had truly wanted to know exactly what Jared went through on a daily basis. And ultimately, that’s why none of those relationships had ever worked out.
But Jensen…he wanted to know. He cared. And Jared was touched by that more than words could say, knowing that Jensen wanted this relationship to work just as much as Jared did.
Jared swallowed past the lump that was forming in his throat and squeezed Jensen’s hand. “I’ll talk to Jeff tomorrow. We’ll make this happen.”
~*~*~*~
Two weeks later, Jared paced back and forth in front of his squad car in the station’s parking lot. Jensen was inside, signing a mountain of paperwork, waivers, clearing the L.A.P.D. in case anything happened to Jensen on his ride-along today.
Jared had thought this ride-along was such a good idea until the reality of it hit him this morning. His job was dangerous and he would be responsible for Jensen’s safety today. He’d never forgive himself if anything happened to him. Granted, Jensen was supposed to stay in the squad, but anything could happen…
“Hey.”
Jared looked up at the sound of Jensen’s voice and stopped his pacing.
“I could hear you thinking all the way across the parking lot,” Jensen teased. “Relax. Everything’s gonna be fine.” He clapped Jared on his shoulder. “Let’s hit it, Hutch.”
Jared laughed, opening up the car door, some of his anxiety dispelling. “Oh no, you’re Hutch, I’m Starsky.”
~*~*~*~
Five hours later and the day was turning out to be a learning experience for both of them.
Jensen asked a million questions about the procedures for everything Jared was doing that day - from the traffic tickets to the minor car accident to the small amount of marijuana that Harley found in a mini-van. He asked what each of the police codes stood for and even what their call signs meant. Everything was written down in the notebook he had, for review later.
Jared was impressed at how seriously Jensen was taking all of this and how deeply he threw himself into the research for a new movie role. He didn’t think many actors would take the time for hands-on experience like this. It gave Jared insight into why Jensen was such a successful actor.
“I think you’re gonna run out of pages in that thing,” Jared grinned as Jensen continued scribbling in his notebook.
Jensen looked over with his own smile, setting his pen down. “This has been an amazing day, Jare. Thanks for doing this for me.”
“I’m just glad that it’s been pretty busy otherwise you’d think I was lying about -“ he cut himself off as a sliver Toyota completely blew through stop sign in front of him, not even slowing down.
Jensen shook his head as Jared flipped on his lights. “How could he not have seen you sitting right here?”
“You’d be surprised at how many people don’t pay attention to their surroundings,” Jared answered, giving his siren a short burst as he pulled behind the Toyota.
At first it appeared as though the driver was not going to stop, raising Jared’s suspicions immediately, but then he braked and turned onto a side street, finally coming to a stop.
Jared grabbed his mic. “Dispatch, Six-Adam-Twelve.”
“Six-Adam-Twelve, go,” replied Maggie.
“Show me 10-38 on Vista, just north of Sunset. I need a 10-28 on a sliver Toyota Camry, California plates Four-Tom-Robert-Ida-Zero-One-Nine.”
“Six-Adam-Twelve, I show vehicle registration to Julio Hernandez, 1021 North Formosa, Hollywood,” replied Maggie. “Additional information - Julio Hernandez has two outstanding warrants - failure to appear for 10-200.”
“10-4. Six-Adam-Twelve, out.”
Jensen turned toward Jared. “10-200?”
“Narcotics possession,” Jared answered, voice tight, reaching for the door handle. “You know the drill - “
“Stay in the car,” Jensen nodded seriously.
Jared exited his squad and made his way cautiously up to the driver’s window, his right hand casually resting on the top of his .45. There was a Hispanic man in the driver’s seat, in his late twenties, dressed in tattered blue jean shorts, gym shoes and a plain white t-shirt.
“Good afternoon, sir,” Jared began, watching the man’s hands, which were currently resting in his lap. “Did you not see that stop sign back there?”
The man wouldn’t quite meet Jared’s eyes. “Ummm, no, sorry.”
“Can I see your driver’s license and proof of insurance, please?”
The man nodded jerkily, first pulling out his wallet and handing over his license, then digging in his glove box for his insurance card.
“Turn off your vehicle, sir,” Jared told him. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
Once back inside his squad, Jared accessed his computer, putting in the man’s driver’s license number.
“Is it this Hernandez guy?” Jensen asked.
Jared nodded, comparing the photo on the license to the photo in the police database. “Yep. And now he’s going to jail for his warrants.” Jared snagged the mic. “Dispatch, Six-Adam-Twelve.”
“Six-Adam-Twelve, go,” came Maggie’s reply.
“Request one additional unit dispatched to my location for transport.”
“10-4, Six-Adam-Twelve. Dispatch out.”
Jared looked at Jensen. “This one might take a bit, till we get another unit over here to pick this guy up. Sit tight.”
“Will do,” Jensen nodded and Jared got back out of the car again.
“Sir,” Jared said as the approached the driver. “I need you to get out of the vehicle, please.”
Julio Hernandez’s brown eyes went hard. “Why? What’s the problem?”
“Sir, get out of the vehicle. I won’t ask you again,” Jared replied, voice brooking no argument.
Julio slowly opened the door and stood in front of Jared. He was nearly as tall as Jared, but was slim instead of muscular, his black hair falling past his shoulders.
Jared took his arm and led him toward the back of the Toyota. “Mr. Hernandez, you have two outstanding warrants for failure to appear for drug possession charges,” he explained, reaching back with one hand and removing his handcuffs from his gun belt. He turned Julio away from him, taking one of his wrists in his hand. “You’re under - “
Without warning Julio suddenly reared backwards with all his strength, head butting Jared in the face, his skull catching Jared full on his nose and part of his forehead. Pain shot through Jared’s head and he staggered back, seeing stars, one of his hands flying up to his face, feeling the blood dripping from his nose. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, as Julio pushed past him and took off on foot down the street.
“Shit!” Jared swore, regaining his balance and taking off after the fleeing fugitive, slapping his hand against the remote on his gun belt, opening the back door of his squad and freeing Harley.
He depressed the button on the mic on his shoulder as he ran. “Dispatch! Six-Adam-Twelve in foot pursuit of suspect! Running north on Vista toward Hawthorn! Step up the second unit!”
His partner’s barking filled his ears a moment later. Hernandez had a head start and Jared’s normal speed was hampered by the weight of the gear he was carrying on his body, but Harley had no such limitations.
He was past Jared in seconds, running down his quarry, Hernandez’s speed no match for Harley’s. Jared watched as Harley leaped into the air, mouth open, then clamped down on Hernandez’s lower left arm, dragging the man down to the pavement.
Hernandez wasn’t giving up without a fight, though, punching at Harley with his right fist as he thrashed on the ground, trying desperately to get away from the dog. But Harley refused to let go, shaking his head, and Hernandez’s arm, viciously from side to side.
Jared threw himself down on the pavement next to them both, dimly registering the pounding of another set of feet behind him, and tried to grab Hernandez’s right arm, but the man kicked out with his foot, catching Jared square in the chest. Jared rocked backwards, catching himself with a hand before he fell sideways. He was reaching for his taser when suddenly Jensen was there, throwing his body sideways across both of Hernandez’s legs, pinning them down with his weight.
“I’ve got them! Get his arm!” Jensen yelled, pulling Jared out of the overwhelming shock he felt at seeing Jensen in the middle of this fight.
Jared put a knee in the center of the man’s chest, then grabbed for his right arm and slammed it down against the pavement. “Enough!” he roared.
His body covered by the considerable weight of both Jensen and Jared, his arm still in Harley’s jaws, the fight finally went out of Hernandez and he slumped, panting.
“You make one wrong move and I won’t hesitate to use the taser on you, do you understand?!” Jared yelled, and received a nod in reply.
“Harley, release!” he commanded his partner and Harley instantly obeyed, dropping Julio’s arm and backing away just slightly.
Jared reached back for his spare set of cuffs and snapped one on Julio’s right wrist. “Now you’re going to turn over on your stomach and put your left hand behind your back. Clear?” he growled. He waited until he received another nod, then he turned and looked at Jensen, tramping down his sudden anger at the man. “Okay, move off his legs.”
Jensen nodded and sat up and Jared rolled Hernandez onto his stomach, quickly handcuffing his left wrist as well. He hauled the man to his feet none too gently and started marching him back toward his squad, Jensen and Harley following. He bent Hernandez over the trunk and started searching his pockets when Jensen’s voice interrupted him.
“Jared -“
Jared whipped his head toward him. “Don’t,” he warned him, voice like gravel. “Just - don’t. Go stand up there on the grass, Jensen. Now,” he told him then turned back to his task.
Jensen had no more than walked up over the curb when two additional units came roaring up. One held Officers Paul Chen and Ray Parker and the other Sergeant Morgan. All three men were out and at Jared’s side in a flash.
“You alright, Padalecki?” Ray asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” Jared replied, his heart rate starting to return to normal after the sprint and struggle with Hernandez. He heard Paul calling in to dispatch, letting Maggie know they were Code Four with the suspect in custody. “Can you finish patting him down, Ray? I want Harley to search the car.”
“Yeah, absolutely,” Ray answered, taking over for Jared.
“Harley, come,” Jared called out and his partner walked over to him from where he’d been waiting patiently next to Jensen. Out of the corner of his eye Jared saw Jeff watching the proceedings with a sharp eye, waiting until Jared was finished with his investigation before questioning him.
Harley did a thorough search of the car, finding a baggie with two rocks of crack cocaine, and more disturbing - a .38 caliber handgun under the front seat. Jared felt his chest tighten at the sight of the gun, and he flicked his eyes over to Jensen. This could’ve gone so horribly wrong… And again his anger toward Jensen threatened to overwhelm him.
“Padalecki.”
Jared looked over at Jeff’s voice. “Sarge.”
“Lay it out for me,” Jeff told him.
“I pulled over Julio Hernandez for running the stop sign at Sunset and Gardner. License and registration came back with two warrants for 10-200. I got him out of the car and was attempting to cuff him when he head butted me. A short foot pursuit commenced before he was taken down by my partner. We struggled briefly on the ground before he was subdued by myself and…” Jared took a breath. “…Jensen Ackles.”
Jeff’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
“I know, Sarge, I know. He was just suddenly right there, throwing himself down on top of Hernandez’s legs.”
Jeff’s expression was hard and unreadable. “Was he injured?”
“No, Sarge.”
“How’s your nose? Do you need medical?”
Jared scrubbed a hand across his upper lip, at the dried blood there. “No, I’m good. It’s not broken.”
Jeff nodded slowly, his expression still dark. “We’ll talk more about this at length shortly.” He turned his head. “Chen!”
Paul trotted up to them. “Chen, take my squad and take Mr. Ackles back to the station where he can retrieve his car. His ride-along is over.”
“Sure, Sarge,” Paul answered, then walked over to Jensen.
Jared watched as Paul explained what was going on, saw Jensen look down and stuff his hands in his pockets as he nodded. Then he walked over to Jared’s squad and opened the passenger door, reaching in and retrieving his notebook.
“Will you call me after your shift?” Jensen asked.
But instead of answering, Jared clenched his jaw and turned away from Jensen without a word. Almost, but not quite, missing the flash of hurt that crossed the other man’s face.
~*~*~*~
Jared arrived at Jensen’s house hours later, after being reamed out by Jeff, still no less furious with the other man. He could’ve called, like Jensen asked, but what he had to say needed to be said face-to-face.
Jensen must’ve heard his truck pull up, for he was standing with the front door open as Jared walked up the steps. He brushed by Jensen and stood in the living room, hands on his hips.
“Jared - “
“What were you thinking?!” Jared yelled, cutting Jensen off.
“I wasn’t!” Jensen yelled back, fire in his green eyes. “I just reacted! You needed help!”
“That’s why I’ve got Harley!”
“He’s not a human, Jared!” Jensen countered. “You needed another pair of hands! I couldn’t just sit there and watch you wrestle with him!”
Jared took a step toward Jensen, his body vibrating with anger and suppressed fear. “He had a gun, Jensen! What if he’d have had it on him and turned around and started shooting? What if he would’ve shot you? I can’t -“ his voice broke and he felt himself start to shake. “I can’t lose you!” He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat, taking another step toward Jensen as the other man did the same. They met halfway and Jared crushed his mouth to Jensen’s, pouring out his fear and love in the demanding kiss.
Things started escalating in the blink of an eye. Jensen’s arms wound around Jared, holding tightly, hands gripping Jared’s t-shirt, trying to get their bodies even closer together. One of Jared’s hands cupped the back of Jensen’s head while the other went around his waist. Jared was still shaking, the fear being replaced by desire and anticipation now, like everything was about to change.
Jensen must’ve felt it, too, his mouth demanding against Jared’s, his tongue sliding hard against Jared’s own. This was by far the most aggressive, passionate kiss they’d ever shared, Jared’s head dizzy with it as their mouths crashed together again and again.
“Jen…” Jared whined into the kiss, pleading. “Need you…”
“Jared…Jared…God, wanna make love to you…”
Jared gasped, his heartbeat stuttering, and he pulled back so he could look directly at Jensen. And at the scorching invitation in those green eyes Jared knew that this was what Jensen really wanted, not that Jared was pressuring him into it in any way.
“I want that…God, I want that,” Jared smiled brightly, his throat threatening to close up with emotion.
Jensen smiled back in return, and without a word turned and led Jared down the hall to his bedroom, the late evening sun casting the room in shades of soft pinks and yellows.
They stood at the foot of the bed, where Jared cupped Jensen’s face and pulled him close, kissing him deeply, taking his time, exploring every inch of Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen’s hands slipped up Jared’s shirt and they broke the kiss long enough for Jensen to strip away the garment and toss it to the floor. They undressed each other slowly, drawing out the moment. There would only ever be one “first time”.
“Lay down on your stomach,” Jensen whispered, voice rough with desire, once they were both completely bare.
Jared swallowed, stomach twisting in anticipation as he turned and laid down on the bed, head resting on his arms, legs slightly spread, his hard cock pressing into the mattress.
Jensen straddled Jared’s long legs just below his knees and Jared felt his hands start to roam over his body - his back, his shoulders, sides, hips…and lower still, over his ass to his thighs, then back up again to his ass. This time Jensen took his time, massaging his ass, letting his thumbs dip into the crease, just brushing the puckered muscle hidden there. Jared trembled each time Jensen touched him there, his breaths short and fast now, his cock aching between his legs.
“Like that?” Jensen asked.
“God…yes,” Jared replied breathlessly. “More…”
Jensen obliged, letting his thumbs press deeper into the cleft of Jared’s ass, pushing harder against Jared’s opening. And every time he did, Jared dug his fingers into the mattress and lifted his hips up slightly off the bed until eventually tremors started to race along his entire body.
Jensen eased a hand down between Jared’s legs and cupped his heavy balls in his palm, rolling and tugging until Jared groaned with the sensation.
“Jen…please,” he pleaded, raising up until he was on his hands and knees, spreading his legs. “Touch me…”
Jensen’s settled himself between Jared’s legs, his hands cupping Jared’s ass, spreading him open.
“Jesus…” Jared heard him breathe an instant before he felt Jensen’s hot, wet tongue lick across his entrance.
Jared’s entire body jerked and shuddered. “Oh…oh, God…”
Taking Jared’s reaction as a sign of encouragement, Jensen blew a stream of warm air over the sensitive opening, then burrowed his tongue into it.
“Yes!” Jared shouted, heart slamming against his chest. “Jen…”
His body opened willingly and he felt himself pulsing around Jensen’s questing tongue. With each slow, deep thrust Jared pressed back against him, making noises of lust and need that drove Jensen to probe even deeper with his tongue until Jared was writhing at his assault, his body shaking.
“Wanna feel you,” Jared pleaded, voice like sandpaper. “Please, Jen, need you in me so fucking bad…”
Jensen paused then, slipping his tongue out of Jared’s body, leaving Jared breathing hard and feeling empty.
“Want that, too…” he breathed against Jared’s skin, sending a shiver through Jared.
Jensen leaned sideways and opened the drawer of his nightstand, retrieving a tube of lube. He coated two of his fingers and pushed one slowly inside Jared.
“Shit! God…Jen…” Jared gasped, closing his eyes, fighting back the burning in his cock as Jensen fingered him open. He could already feel a familiar tingle starting deep in his balls.
Jensen alternated between tonguing Jared and using first one, then two fingers until Jared was turned on to the point of agony, practically vibrating against Jensen.
Jensen must have sensed his need, for he pulled back again and reached inside the drawer and withdrew a condom. Jared stopped him with a hand before he could tear open the package.
“I’m clean.”
Jensen nodded. “So am I,” he said quietly, locking eyes with Jared.
Jared smiled. “I wanna feel you, Jen. Just you.”
Jensen grinned mischievously, tossing the condom back into the drawer. “I think I can arrange that,” he growled.
Jared shuddered at Jensen’s suggestive tone, his body reminding him of what he craved. His eyes slipped closed. “Jesus…need you, Jen…”
“Turn over, Jare. Wanna see you…”
Jared nodded, swallowing deeply as he turned to lay on his back, spreading his legs wide as Jensen moved between them, slicking up his hard cock.
“You’re beautiful,” Jensen whispered as he pressed the swollen head of his cock against Jared’s opening and pushed.
Twin groans filled the air as Jensen breached Jared for the first time, Jared’s body stretching, opening to accommodate Jensen’s thick cock, pulling him in. Jared raised his hips, twining his legs around Jensen’s waist as Jensen kept pushing slow and steady until he was buried to the hilt. Jared pressed upwards, seating Jensen even deeper still, and they groaned again.
“So good, Jen…you feel so good…”
“Jesus, Jare…so tight, so hot…”
They held there for a moment, letting Jared’s body adjust, their harsh breaths echoing one another, savoring how good this felt, joined together for the first time. But when it finally got to be too much, both of them starting to shake with desire, Jensen pulled back then thrust hard and deep.
Jared cried out with the overwhelming sensation as Jensen again pulled back slowly, only to thrust in deep once more.
“Yes, yes,” Jared ground out, pushing his hips up in counterpoint to Jensen’s rhythmic thrusting, tightening his legs around Jensen’s waist.
Jensen leaned forward, bracing himself with one hand next to Jared’s head, changing the angle and stars exploded in Jared’s head as Jensen’s cock pushed hard against his prostate.
“There!” he cried out. “Right there, Jen… please don’t stop…don’t stop,” he rambled, feeling his balls start to tighten, his climax rushing up fast.
Jensen reached down with his other hand and grasped Jared’s hard, leaking cock, giving it a firm, quick stroke - and Jared started to fall apart.
All the sensations - Jensen’s cock in his ass, filling him, stretching him, the feel of Jensen’s smooth, slick skin under his fingertips, Jensen’s hand on his cock, stroking him, the sound of their soft moans, the smell of their lovemaking in the air - swirled in his head until he was dizzy with it, driving his need even higher. He couldn’t get enough of Jensen, using the heels of his feet to pull him closer, push him deeper, wanting to lose himself forever in the green-eyed man above him.
He gave himself over to Jensen, to the feelings and emotions he was stirring inside him, and when he felt his climax start licking up his spine he didn’t fight it, wanting more than anything to find release in Jensen’s arms.
And he did moments later, his orgasm surging out of him with a force that made him yell and throw his head back, his cock throbbing, the thick streaks of his release covering his chest and Jensen’s hand.
He felt his internal muscles clamp down on Jensen’s cock and the other man gasped, his rhythm faltering.
“Let me feel you come, Jensen…God, let me feel it…” Jared pleaded hoarsely.
Jensen screwed his eyes closed briefly, his hips jerking in short, sharp motions now, before pinning Jared with a look so open and emotional it stole Jared’s breath.
“I love you, Jared,” Jensen whispered thickly, green eyes shining with unshed moisture. “I love -“ Then his climax was upon him and Jensen came with a shuddering cry, filling Jared with hot, liquid heat in long pulses that went on and on.
Overwhelmed with Jensen’s declaration and the realization that it was finally him making Jensen completely fall apart, Jared gasped, tears springing to his eyes. Jensen collapsed down upon him, trembling with aftershocks and Jared wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, feeling Jensen’s cock still buried deep inside him.
They held each other for long moments, Jared whispering “I love you, I love you,” over and over against Jensen’s ear, his hazel eyes leaking tears with the knowledge that he finally, finally had Jensen’s heart.
~*~*~*~
CHAPTER FOUR