Fic - Jensen/Jared - When Things Come Crashing Down - chapter 10/14

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Title : When Things Come Crashing Down chapter 10/14

Author : angels3  aka Angela

Beta : munimula - I played with it after, she sent it back so any mistakes are mine mine mine.

Word Count : 9139

Pairing : Jensen/Jared (very soon)

Supporting Characters : Eric, Kim, Sera, Mike, Tom, Chris, Steve, Chad

Disclaimers : They don't belong to me because if they did.............................

Warnings : RPS   M/M sex (now).  A sadly awful knowledge of geography.  This chapter is NC17 for sex.

Summary : The guys are back off Christmas hiatues and on their way to a location shoot when  things go horribly wrong.

*Chapters -   1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14

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Late Day 5 through Day 6 *Jensen and Jared*

Jensen was lost in the sensations cascading through his body. He had imagined what it would feel like to be touched this way by Jared, but nothing even came close to the reality. His mind had lost all coherent thought at the first touch of Jared's lips on his skin. The slide of Jared's tongue over the shell of his ear, teeth scraping along his shoulder and neck, the feel of Jared hard against his back, and an impressive erection digging into his back, sent his higher brain functions buried under the avalanche of lust.

Jared's voice vibrated in his ear and all along his back short circuiting nerve endings, and dragging another moan from his throat, before he could stop it. It took several seconds for his brain to catch up with what Jared had said. It took a few more for Jensen to process the meaning behind those words.

Jared felt Jensen stiffen in his arms and eased up on the hold he had around Jensen's waist. He'd known that eventually Jensen's brain would react in spite of his body, he was just surprised it had taken as long as it did. Jared was prepared for Jensen to pull away, even try to put as much distance as possible between them, but he wasn't going to let him go outside, which was where it looked like Jensen was trying to head.

"Oh no you don't," Jared growled, pushing Jensen's crutch out of reach. "If you want space, I'll go clean up the supplies, but you're not going back out."

Jensen's shoulders slumped from their tensed position. Jared waited for him to argue or bitch, but what he got was silence. Jensen refused to meet his eyes, doing everything humanly possible to ignore Jared's six ft. four frame. Jared stood readjusting his jeans, as he headed to the other side of the cabin where their supplies were. When his back was to Jensen, he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face.

Jensen could fight it, could even pretend that he didn't want Jared but Jared was confident that he hadn't imagined Jensen's interest. It was now and undeniable fact, a fact that Jared intended to take complete advantage of. Oh yeah, Jensen was so his.  The whole time Jared continued to straighten and inventory everything they had left, his mind drifted over all the little signs he once ignored.

Jared wasn't a jealous person by nature, but for some reason when the studio set Jensen up with women to be photographed with, Jared's sarcastic inner voice took the opportunity to tell him what it thought of them anyway. Oh, he had never voiced his thoughts, he was a guy after all, but man, he remembered some of the more colorful inner monologue. They set Jensen up with all types of women, short, tall, blonde, brunette and even one very curvy redhead none of which Jared deemed worthy to touch his friend. His helpful little voice had it's own descriptions ranging from, hussy, skank, whore, bitch and, his personal favorite, oh my God does she eat, ever.

The collection of girls Jared watched the studio parade around Jensen was bad enough, the worse happened however when they went out to relax. Jared seemed to drink a lot more than he typically did, and he was pretty damn sure it was Jensen's fault looking back at it now. They frequented the same bars, only occasionally branching out to new territory, neither ever drove so, they could both kick back, drink and relax for a few hours before hitting the grind again the next day. Jared always got his fair share of attention, getting looks from both sexes actually, but it was if a magnet had been placed in the center of table full of screws. Now that was apropos.  As soon as people laid eyes on Jensen, the magnetic pull increased exponentially.

Jared always assumed that the reason he drank more when Jensen left with a guy was because his friend wasn't there to remind him, he had switched from beer to shots. Now though, Jared saw it for what it was: Jealousy, one hundred percent jealousy. Jensen may have been set up with a varied type of woman but he always left with the same type man, same height or taller than himself, with longer than average brunette hair, Jared never paid it much attention, but now it was like a glaring neon sign, one he's sure that Jensen didn't even realize he had built, or didn't think Jared would ever notice, seeing as how Jared was supposed to be straight. So Jared could still blame his over indulgence of alcohol on Jensen. Thank God, at least, I'm not turning into an alcoholic.

Jensen wanted out, out of the cabin and out of the confusion eating at his brain and burning a hole in his stomach. He knew there was no way in hell, he'd even make it halfway to the door, much less out it, before Jared would be on him. He groaned, maybe he shouldn't use the terminology Jared and on him in the same thought. He was having a hard , enough time getting his body under control, damn it, so not cool,  his mind supplied when his cock twitched at the mention of the word hard. Jensen glanced up verifying Jared's position, and the door, he slowly pushed to his feet when Jared's voice made him jump.

"Don't even try it. I've already told you, you're not going out in the cold again," Jared calmly stated, not even turning around.

"Who died and made you king?" Jensen bit out.

"I actually instigated a coupe, did you miss it? I'll have to see if CNN has the video coverage," Jared turned grinning.

"Obviously, and in the coupe did you somehow receive a blow to the head? I'm sensing maybe you should be checked for brain damage," Jensen snarked.

Jared's brow furrowed as he struck a pose of deep thought. "Nope, no hits to the head. All brain cells functioning properly."

"Well then, what the fuck was that?" Jensen growled, unable to keep the stress out of his voice.

"I would have thought that was fairly obvious. Are you sure you're not the one brain damaged? You did take a hard knock to your head," Jared asked complacently.

"No, what I am, is fucking confused. I didn't think you'd screw with me like that."

"I'm not screwing with you. I meant exactly what I said, and what I did," Jared said leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.

"So what? You need a little stress relief? Didn't have time to experiment when you were younger?" Jensen snarled, trying to cover the pain of Jared using him that way.

"You know damn well, I don't do shit like that." Jared spat as he pushed off the wall, anger flushing his face.

He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from grabbing Jensen and shaking him until he admitted what stupid shit he'd just spouted. Jared didn't stop moving until he was in Jensen's face, breathing the same air. There were so many things he wanted to stay, but when he was finally able to catch Jensen's eyes, he forgot every single one of them. Jared's anger leaked away as he saw confusion and sadness, pass across Jensen's face, but it was nothing compared to the hurt in Jensen's eyes. That look of pain took Jared's breath away

Jared knew he ran the risk of Jensen bolting, but he couldn't stop himself from reaching up and cupping Jensen's face in his hands. "Do you really think I would do that to anyone, much less you?"

Jensen's breath was coming in harsh gulps of air. He knew Jared wouldn't, he did, but none of this made any sense at all. Jensen was so overwhelmed by what he desperately wanted, and the knowledge that he couldn't have Jared, that being teased with it was ripping him apart. Jensen wasn't even aware that Jared had moved from his place leaning against the wall until he was faced with 6' 4" of pissed off man. He thought maybe Jared was going to throw a punch. He didn't catch the anger draining out of Jared's body. He was certainly unprepared for Jared to reach up and take his face in those huge hands.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just don't understand what you want from me." Jensen whispered.

"I don't want anything you don't want to give me Jensen. I hope you'll give me a chance to explain, and then you can decide what you want to do with that information." Jared moved his hand lifting Jensen's chin, so he could see Jensen's eyes.

Jensen took a deep breath, nodding his head slightly. "Can we sit down though? I don't know how much longer, I can stand on my foot."

Jared couldn't believe he hadn't realized Jensen was standing on his both his feet and not using the crutch. "Damn it Jen, sit your ass down, I'm going to start some water boiling. There's some instant coffee over there somewhere. Don't even pull that face, instants better than nothing right now."

Jared waited for the water to boil, taking it to the sink area to add it to the cups. He kept glancing a Jensen, trying to decide how to start this conversation. There wasn't any great ice-breakers that he could come up with so jumping right in seemed the only option.

Jared stood looking at Jensen for a few minutes before moving to join him. Jensen's body radiated tension, he was also biting his nails, something Jared had never seen him do before. Jared sighed, picking up the cups. Time to get this party started

Jensen eased himself down to sit on the blankets, waiting for Jared to finish with the coffee. He wanted to tell Jared not to worry about the coffee, but he decided it might be nice to have something to do with his hands during Jared's explanation. It was more than likely what Jared was thinking too. Jensen caught himself biting his fingernails, a habit he had broken in his teen years. He jumped when Jared nudged him with his foot. When he looked up Jared was standing there holding out his cup of coffee.

"Called your name three times, where did you go?" Jared asked, setting the cup in his friend's hand.

"Thanks," Jensen took the offered cup. "Just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" Jared sipped his coffee, watching Jensen.

"I owe you an apology. I know you wouldn't use me like that. I do, Jared. I'm really sorry," Jensen sighed.

"Okay, but you don't owe me an apology either. How about you tell me why you'd automatically jump to the conclusion that I was using you?" Jared asked, watching Jensen closely. He was positive this had a lot to do with why Jensen didn't think he could have a real relationship.

"Jared, I just don't rate high on the relationship scale. Everybody that's ever been interested in me has either wanted to fuck me because of who I was, or what I could do for them, obviously there's something not right about me." Jensen's matter of fact sharing of confidences, and the shrug of his shoulders, told Jared that he truly believed what he was saying.

Jared knew telling Jensen that was total bullshit wouldn't get him anywhere. Jensen had apparently carried this around for quite some time and just telling him wasn't going to make Jensen change his mind any time soon. In light of this kernel of knowledge Jared was just going to have to show him, but he needed to start by explaining some of the many self truths he discovered over the last several days. He decided to start with the Sandy thing, it was going to be the hardest hurdle to jump, him not being so straight was going to be the second.

"Jensen, I need to tell you a few things, and let me get a complete sentence finished before you start asking questions. Okay?"

"Sure, is everything alright? Your families okay right? Jensen's rapid fire questions made Jared laugh.

"Yes they're all fine, but this is what I was talking about. Let me finish one sentence, and then you can ask all the questions you want," Jared grinned at Jensen's sheepish expression.

"I broke up with Sandy about a two weeks ago. I haven't told anyone, but I'm sure at this point it's gotten out." Jared confessed.

"What the hell happened, did she cheat on you? That doesn't sound like something she'd do, but I guess anything's possible. Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me? We've talked on the phone, you could have told me then." Jensen finally wound down enough that Jared could start answering.

"No she didn't cheat on me, I broke up with her because I didn't feel the same way for her. I still love her but not the way I should. I should want to be with her every free minute and when I don't have a free minute, she shouldn't be far from my thoughts. When I have important news, I should want to share it with her first, or if there's a new place in town, and I want to check it out she should be the one I want to go with, and she's not, not anymore. I woke up a couple of months ago and realized I didn't miss her the way I once did, so I gave myself a month to make sure I wasn't going through some crises, or depression, or whatever you want to call it." Jared watched Jensen's face as he took in everything that had been said.

"You still didn't tell me why you never let me know," Jensen asked again.

"I broke up with Sandy over the hiatus Jen. I didn't want to call you and tell you because you would be doing exactly what you're doing now. I wanted to be able to tell you face to face that I was fine, and you could see for yourself. You know you wouldn't have believed me unless you could make sure. For the record I'm fine, better than fine actually." Jared smiled remembering the relief he felt after making his decision and following through. "Sandy deserves someone that will love her the way she should be loved, and so do you," Jared finished softly.

"Yea, well maybe but it hasn't happened in twenty eight years, I'm of the opinion it's not going to happen. Are you sure you gave it enough time, that your not going to regret breaking up with Sandy in a few months?" Jensen was still trying to wrap his head around the Jared breaking up thing. If there had ever been a couple that was perfect for each other it was them. They had been together for three years for God's sake.

"Oh, I'm sure. See the thing is all those things I should have wanted to do with Sandy, there was already someone that had filled that place. I just didn't realize it until recently," Jared grinned watching Jensen's brow furrow in concentration.

"Man we work sixteen hours a day, when in the hell have you had time to hook up?" Jensen asked totally lost, as he thought back trying to place any lingering looks or not so innocent touches with anyone on the set or off for that matter.

"Come on Jen you know me better than that. I would never cheat on someone I was with. I haven't hooked up with anyone. I just discovered someone was already there all this time."

"Who? Because I'm coming up blank man," Jensen asked, hoping he wasn't going to have to run some skank off.

"You."

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*Rescue Team*

The camp was packed and the team was suited up and ready in the pale lighting of the sky. Gideon had everyone moving as soon as the sun graced the horizon. He could almost feel how close they were, that's why stopping the night before had just about killed him. He hated being so close, and then having to wait, but he wasn't going to risk anyone on his team because he was impatient. The team would hit it fast and hard but would hit it safe.

Everyone was subdued as they trudged through the snow, more than one team member focusing on their snowshoes. It had been a long six days. They still had no idea if this was a rescue or a recovery mission and it was starting to take it's toll on everyone. They traveled for two hours before taking a break to rest and rehydrate.

Chris and Steve were talking together, as Tom and Chad were debating how well the new draft choices had preformed, and who they though would be heading to the Super Bowl. Mike was talking to a couple of the other team members about past missions. When Gideon announced the five minute's left mark everyone pulled on their packs and readjusted their snowshoes, wanting to be ready to move when the time came.

It took them another hour until they found the plane. Gideon had been right, the helicopter probably wouldn't have seen it from the air. Their first glimpse of the plane took their breath away. The plane was in two pieces. The front had been stopped by something, rocks maybe it was hard to tell with everything covered in a thick blanket of snow. The back half had kept sliding when it sheared apart. They could see the gaping hole in the back compartment, wires and insulation hanging down like tattered streamers waving in the breeze.

Chris hissed out a breath, trying to get the sickening feeling of dread to release its grip on his heart. He reached out and grabbed Steve's hand. Steve squeezed it back attempting to ground himself as well. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't.

Mike turned his back to the plane, throat working hard around the lump that was threatening to close off his oxygen intake. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Chad was standing beside him looking out into the expanse of white. "You think this is what they saw the first time they looked out of that mess?"

"I don't know man, this is just fucked up," Mike's reply was hoarse.

"He kept it upright," Tom said beside them. "I don't know how, especially with it splitting in two, but he kept it upright. It didn't roll, that would have been worse."

Chris smiled listening to Tom. Only he would be looking at the sunshiny side of this cluster fuck. Steve smiled back at him knowing without words, exactly what he was thinking.

Gideon cleared his throat. This was one a new one on him, but like Tom had said, it didn't flip nor had it caught on fire. He had been to a few that had caught on fire. The sight of charred bodies was bad, but the smell soaked into your pores. It took him months to get that smell off his body and out of his nose. He shivered at the recollection. Well, it was time to get this show on the road. Everyone had their first look, and was over the initial shock. It was time to get to work.

"This is how we're going to do this. I'm splitting us in half, one for the front and one for the back section. You'll pair up in two's just like travel. One of you will have a camera for documentation. It makes it easier on the NBTS if they know what it looked like before we traipsed through it," Gideon said as he dug into his pack, producing eight cameras and film.

"The other will be in charge of writing down impressions as you go. You find the guys you radio me. Shawn you're in the back half," he told the medic. "I can deal with most medical crises until Shawn is free, so I'm up front."

"Tom I want you paired up with Shawn. Mike and Chad I want you in the back section. Pay special attention to anything that you think is out of the ordinary. Chris and Steve you're with me. Steve take the camera, I've seen Chris wield a pencil." Gideon smiled. He knew the men were stressed at the sight of the plane. The best thing to do was to get them involved. It helped in dealing with the feeling of hopelessness.

"Yea, but have you actually tried to read what he's written?" Steve and Chad asked at the same time.

"No, so I guess someone will have to transcribe later, huh?" Gideon grinned.

"Not gonna be me," Steve mumbled and then yelped when Chris poked him in the ribs.

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Team AssEnd, as Mike had dubbed them, approached the back section of the plane carefully, taking care not to trip over any hidden debris. Three pairs of team members ducked inside the plane avoiding swinging wires and slapping metal, while the remaining pair took pictures of the outside.

Once the team members cleared the opening, they took a minute for their eyes to adjust. Mike let out a visible sigh when he saw nothing but seats and plundered cargo. Chad caught his eye, smiling grimly. Chad knew how Mike felt. He wanted desperately to find their friends but didn't know if he would have been able to handle the very real possibility that they hadn't made it. All they could hope for was that they were alive and well in the front section.

Tom and Shawn were leaning over a seat near where the supplies were stacked. Tom glanced up when Mike and Chad moved closer, not looking forward to telling them what they had found. He wasn't happy about it himself, he knew they were going to be worried even more than they had been seeing the plane.

"What did you find?" Chad asked, moving closer trying to get a look at what was so intriguing.

"Blood, not a lot, nothing to be worried about by itself," Shawn answered meeting Chad's eyes. "We expected some injuries. Looks like a knock to the head, maybe a cut, but it's no more blood than what you'd have in a normal household accident."

Shawn watched as some of Chad's tension eased, Mike seemed to follow suit, looking around, taking in their surroundings now that he was closer to where one of the guys had been.

"It looks like whoever was back here was in good enough shape to rummage through the supplies," Mike mused.

"I think Gideon has the list of everything that was loaded," Shawn offered.

"I got a look at it before we left," Tom added. "There was some dried and canned foods, plenty of wardrobe, so they could layer up and some other odds and ends that would make things easier."

"Did you see scraping right outside the opening?" Chad asked. "Looks like something was drug."

"No, I was too busy trying to see back here. It's amazing everything didn't get lost in all the snow," Shawn remarked as he continued to look around at the seats.

"The wreckage must have protected that area from the storm."

"Hey Mike, does this look like it's been cut to you?" Tom asked, leaning across one of the seats.

"Yea, wonder why?" Mike frowned.

"This one's cut too," Chad said as he looked over another seat.

"Maybe, rigging," Shawn said. "They could have used it to pull something."

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Steve stopped every few feet to snap pictures, wanting everything documented as much as possible. He had just raised the camera to his face and focused when a chill ran through him. He yanked the camera away, looking over at Chris needing to know if he had seen the same thing. Chris was oblivious. Thank God, but Gideon wasn't.

Gideon reached out and placed a hand on Steve's shoulder, offering silent support. Of course Chris noticed that. Steve would have rolled his eyes at Chris' possessive streak if he hadn't been so terrified of what they were going to find. Chris looked from Steve to Gideon waiting for someone to tell him what the hell was going on. When his patience finally ran out, he pinned Gideon with an angry glare.

"What?" He growled out.

"It doesn't look like the pilot made it," Gideon said quietly.

Chris spun back around, narrowing his eyes against the glare of the sun. He was able to make out what appeared to be a silhouette but what sent his heart plummeting was the arm hanging out of the window.

"Fuck!" Chris breathed.

Steve didn't have time to reach out and grab Chris before he was moving as quickly as his snowshoes allowed. Gideon, however, had been prepared for the reaction, and was able to grab Chris' arm before he made it completely past him.

"Let me the fuck go," Chris hissed between clenched teeth.

"No, five more minutes aren't going to change the outcome of what we find," Gideon replied calmly.

"You don't know that!" Chris' voice was steadily rising.

Gideon looked at him for a minute. "No, I don't, but I'm not going to lose you or anyone else on my team because you went off half cocked and impaled yourself on debris. I'm sure Steve doesn't want to lose you on top of everything else either." Gideon finished as Steve put his arm around Chris' tense shoulders.

Gideon waited for the rest of their team to catch up, watching as Steve talked quietly to Chris. Gideon couldn't hear what was being said, but he could see the tension  ease from Chris' body. Gideon was sure Chris didn't know that he was leaning into Steve. It always amazed Gideon that no matter how tough or emotionally withdrawn a person was their body always sought what they may not be able to acknowledge.

"It looks like the pilot didn't make it folks. When we get inside our first priority is survivors, second is body retrieval. Same rules apply teams of two, move slowly and carefully." Gideon finished pivoting gracefully on his snowshoes, and headed for the front section of the plane.

Gideon entered first, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the murky light filtering through snow shrouded windows. His first visual sweep showed no bodies, dead or otherwise.

"Well shit," he said under his breath.

"What?" Chris and Steve's voices overlaid each other spiking with anxiety as they cleared the opening.

"We need to double check, but it doesn't look like they're here," Gideon glanced over his shoulder at the shocked looks on the men's faces.

"The hell you mean they aren't here?" Chris pushed past Gideon, looking for his friends. He saw only twisted metal, debris clogged aisles, but no Jensen or Jared.

Steve finally made it into the aisle, moving steadily forward, looking at seats, trying to determine where the guys had been when the plane went down. His gaze snagged on one of  the windows, the snow backlighting the blood smeared across it. If he had bothered to eat much of anything this morning he was sure he would have lost it. He moved closer looking for other signs of trauma, but only saw a seat that must have come loose during the crash.

He heard Chris moving behind him, knowing that he had to have seen the blood by now. He reached his hand back and felt relief pour through him when Chris' hand slid into his  squeezing gently. They both looked up when Gideon leaned in to peer closer at the blood staining the window and seat.

"It's not arterial, that's good. Looks like he smacked his head on the window during landing, or crashing in this case," Gideon mused out loud. "Perfectly normal injury during a crash. There's not an overabundance of blood, pretty standard amount for a head wound really, they tend to bleed like a bitch."

Steve not being able to continue looking at the blood any longer, was looking at the seat that was tossed on top of the others. There weren't any bolts attached to it, but that wasn't necessarily strange, what was, though was there was no twisting or rending of metal it was still in great condition. When he looked at the floor he could see where it had been unbolted not ripped from its spot.

"Guys look at this," Steve glanced up to make sure he had their attention. "Someone took this seat apart, it didn't come loose on impact."

"People get their feet caught under them all the time either bracing themselves or the impact just pushes them forward and under it." Gideon explained. He looked over the seat support at the bottom not seeing any blood, or tissue. "Looks like maybe that's what happened, but there's no blood so that means it was probably just stuck."

Gideon pulled out his radio, sure that if the other team had found them, they would have radioed, but he wanted to make sure. He hit the call button making sure they were paying attention.

"Pilot DOA, passengers not in front section, over." He waited for Shawn's reply watching Chris and Steve tense when the radio squawked back. "Passengers not in back section, May have found note, weather obliterated, over"

Gideon scowled at the radio before taping the call. "Meet in middle thirty minutes, over." Several seconds later Shawn's reply filtered back, "Will do over and out."

Gideon looked at the rest of the team that gathered just inside. "Everyone take a look around. Anything out of place, I want to know about it. These guys pulled out before the storm I'll  guarantee. I want to know anything that will give us an idea of what shape they were in, what they took, and if they had any idea of where they were headed."

He turned and looked at Steve and Chris, "They're smart. There was no way they could weather proof this against that storm and they wouldn't have been able to start a fire with all the flammable liquids that leaked out of the plane. If they left another note, they left it with the pilot. They would know it's one of the first places we would go when they weren't here, so let's go see just how smart your boys are." Gideon said, starting for the cockpit.

Steve shook his head a little shell shocked. When he turned around Chris gave him the universal gesture for 'after you'. They started up the incline, careful not to trip and find themselves sprawled at the bottom. By the time they made it to the cockpit, Gideon had removed the blanket that someone placed over the pilot. Gideon started with the pilot's shirt pockets moving, across to the other.

"Gideon, what's that right there?" Chris was pointing at something by the pilot's front pocket.

"Bubble wrap, looks like." Gideon leaned down, retrieving it from under the harness. "Might be what we're looking for. Why don't you head on down, I'm just going to take a quick look around then I'll be right there."

When Gideon made it down, one of the other team members reported that there was part of a crate side laid out in a clear section of the plane. They also reminded him, they only had about fifteen minutes in which to meet the other half of the team. Gideon sat down with Steve and Chris, unwrapping the bubble wrap and unfolding the piece of paper. He read it over quickly, a grin breaking out across his face. It faded quickly though as he thought about all the things that could have gone wrong with Jensen and Jared's plan.

"Well what does it say?" Chris asked.

"It says they're fine, a little beat up, but good. They have supplies and a map marked with forestry cabins. They're heading there to wait out the storm and for someone to come pick their asses up." Gideon smiled again watching relief wash over the other two men. He needed to make sure they realized the risk that the guys had taken, but he had a feeling they already knew and he wasn't about to burst their bubble right now.

Gideon had two of the team members move the pilot's body from the cockpit. They pulled out a lightweight body bag and carefully placed the pilot's body in it, laying it on, what Gideon thought was a makeshift pallet the guys had made. The team tromped outside to meet the other half, hoping they had news that would make them feel better about the other two men leaving the plane.

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*Jensen and Jared*

"Me?" Jensen voice came out a squeak, *he would deny that to his dying breath though.*

"Yes you," Jared grinned at the total look of disbelief on Jensen's face.

"Jared you're straight," Jensen frowned, checking to make sure Jared wasn't playing some joke on him.

"Not so much apparently." Jared waited for Jensen to meet his eyes. "I've been feeling things, thinking things, for a long time now. I just wasn't sure what they were, or maybe I was too scared to admit it to myself. I look back at situations and how I reacted to them, and I just want to beat my head against a wall for being so damned slow on the uptake."

"Head injury, wouldn't suggest it," Jensen quipped.

"Smart ass, I was speaking metaphorically."

"What situations are you talking about anyway?" Jensen asked, perplexed. He really couldn't stand puzzles. They irritated him until, he found all the pieces.

"Well for instance, all the girls that you have draped all over you all the time." Jared held up a hand, ticking off a finger.

"You know that's for show man, but what's that have to do with anything?"

"Well they have some pretty specific names that I call them." Jared scowled thinking about the tramps fawning, all over Jensen. "Then there were the guys you left with when we went out." Jared ticked off another finger.

"You didn't seem to mind. That's why I always made sure we took a cab. That way I knew you would get home okay." Jensen brow furrowed trying to understand why that would bother his friend.

"I'm not talking about you leaving, I'm talking about you leaving with a substitute for me." Jared decided to lay it all on the line if he was going to push.

"Substitute, what the fuck Jay? I wasn't using anybody as a substitute." Jensen denied.

"Oh really, that's why they were all taller than you with shaggy brown hair?" Jared asked, watching as Jensen came to the realization, that in fact he had been using them as substitutes. "Come on Jen, you're smart, how could you not catch on to that one?"

"I honestly never thought about it. I wouldn't leave with someone until I got so tired of being alone I thought I'd go nuts," Jensen grimaced at how pathetic that sounded.

"The things you do for me when most people wouldn't even think to." Jared ticked off another finger.

"You're my best friend, Jay. Of course I do things for you." Jensen was starting to get desperate with Jared not seeing the light.

"Okay, let me rephrase, not what you do but how you do it. Wait a minute and I'll tell you," Jared said holding up his hand as Jensen was about to protest.

"You make sure I eat when I get wrapped up in some drama. You take the dogs for me when I'm going home and you're not. You listen to me when I go all psycho paranoid about how a scene went and you don't make me feel like an idiot about it later." Jared took a quick breath. "The fact of the matter is Jen, I've wanted what I have with you in every person, I ever dated. I've looked for it in folks I pass on the street, and it was in front of me the whole time, and if you think I'm giving that up, you don't know me very well."

The bad thing was Jensen knew Jared better than Jared knew himself. He also knew he was not getting out of this unscathed, Jared was like a shark. When he smelled blood, sensed a weakness, he closed in for the kill. He was really very ruthless under that laid back good ole boy exterior, Jared had a core of steel and when it came to something he felt was important. You either fell in or got the hell out of the way. Jensen was pretty sure Jared wasn't leaving him the get the hell out of the way option, damn it.

Jared came to the conclusion after an hour of going over the same facts for the fiftieth time that action was going to be required. He looked Jensen in the eye, took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. "I'm not going to let you short change me, but more importantly I'm not going to let you short change yourself. You are the most generous, talented, funny, loyal person, I know.  The bullshit you think about yourself, it's a figment of your overactive imagination. If I have to spend the next fifty years proving that to you, I will." Jared stated, leaning forward and grabbing Jensen by the back of the neck and dragging him up against his body.

When Jared's lips came down on Jensen's , they were soft and gentle, nothing like the first time. Jared stroked his tongue along Jensen's bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and biting down gently. He released it running his tongue along the swollen flesh, tasting pure Jensen. Jensen groaned deep in his throat, parting his lips letting Jared's tongue inside to tangle with his. Jared tightened his grip on Jensen's hair, where his hands had made a home, angling his head, so he could deepen the kiss. Jared didn't know if he would ever be able to get deep enough in Jensen to satisfy the craving, but he was damn sure going to give it his best.

Jensen had tried to get Jared to understand that what he thought he was feeling wasn't real, it was brought on by stress, adrenaline, and relief. Jensen even switched back to the you're not gay tact, with no better results, Jared wasn't having any of it. He tried explaining that Jared obviously liked girls, that living life as a straight man was so much easier than being gay. Jensen's parents loved him, and while they accepted, he was the way he was, Jensen wouldn't go so far as to say they were happy about it. They loved him no matter what, but his  upbringing had always frowned on homosexuals, so when he finally had to tell them he was prepared to be disowned. Thank God it hadn't happened because he didn't know if he would have survived it, but he had been  tired of lying to people he cared about.

Jensen was terrified that if Jared continued on with the, I'm not straight stance, he may not be so lucky, and he knew Jared couldn't live without his family. Jensen, of course, knew Jared's family, had hung out with them, been to family events. He knew they loved Jared, but no matter how much you thought you knew someone, you just never knew what the response to 'I'm gay' was going to be. It's always up in the air until the bomb actually dropped. Jensen never wanted to see Jared hurt like that. Unfortunately, Jared wasn't cooperating. Jensen was just about to try again when Jared made an impatient sound in the back of his throat. The next thing Jensen knew, he was plastered against Jared's body, and being kissed within an inch of his life.

Jared tightened his grip when it felt like Jensen was trying to pull away, refusing to let Jensen's fear tear them apart. He relaxed some when he realized all Jensen was doing was trying to get closer, Jensen's hands came up to grab his biceps, holding on while Jared continued to kiss him senseless. Jared pulled back, the need for oxygen outweighing the need to continue exploring Jensen's mouth and leaned his forehead against Jensen's as they both panted for breath. He ran his hands up and down Jensen's arms, "I want this Jen. I want you and everything that comes with it," Jared whispered.

Jensen pulled back to search Jared's face, looking for any uncertainty, any sign of self-doubt. When he didn't find any, he dropped his eyes. He didn't need to search his own feelings, he had wanted Jared for so long it was like an accompanying ache with every beat of his heart, every breath, he took. Something he never thought he could have was being offered to him, all he had to do was reach out and grab it. He was scared to death. He still believed he wouldn't be enough, wouldn't be what Jared thought he was, but damn if he would give up the one opportunity, he would sell his soul for. Jensen took Jared's face in his hands, bringing it up until he could look Jared in the face.

"Yes."

It was like a weight was lifted off Jared's shoulders. He knew he was grinning like an idiot but he just didn't care. He couldn't even imagine how Jensen had hid his feelings. Jared needed to find out just how long Jensen had been that. It had only been days for him, and it'd felt like someone was suffocating him, not being able to show Jensen how he felt.

Jensen decided that Jared had been in the lead for long enough, Jensen pulled Jared in closer placing small kisses against his parted lips. He'd waited so long for this, he intended to tak his time. Jensen wanted their first time together to be something they would both remember for the rest of their lives. He was also very aware that it was Jared's first time with a man. Jensen ran his hands along Jared's arms, feathering gentle touches with firmer pressure over the muscles he found there. Jared moaned in the back of his throat as Jensen ran his tongue along kiss swollen lips, dipping in to slide across teeth, running his tongue over the roof of Jared's mouth, before tangling with Jared's.

Jared was more than happy to give control over to Jensen, knowing he was getting ready to cross out of his comfort zone. He wasn't scared per say, but he was definitely nervous. Jensen was almost in his lap the way they were sitting, not that Jared was complaining, but he wanted to be able to touch and this angle was impeding his ability to do that. Jensen must have come to the same conclusion because he pulled back lifting the hem of Jared's shirt up and over his head, pushing Jared backwards to lay on the blankets once the shirt was off.

Jensen stood up and pulled his shirt off, limping over to his duffle, Jared was about to protest when Jensen entered his line of vision again carrying a small bottle of lube and condoms. Jared took a deep breath, blowing it slowly. "You know we don't have to do this?" Jensen asked as he sat down next to Jared, pushing his bangs out of Jared's eyes, so he could see what Jared was thinking.

Jared could tell Jensen was preparing to back off, "I do want to do this, I'm just nervous. Do you know how long it's been, since I've been the blushing virgin?" He quipped.

"Well if your drunken confession was correct, then you were seventeen and since you're now twenty three that means it's been six years, not so very long ago that you shouldn't still be  comfortable with it," Jensen grinned knowing he was going to pay for that comment.

It didn't take long either, Jared grabbed the arm he was leaning on and yanked Jensen forward across his chest. Jensen's brain blew a fuse when skin slid across skin for the first time, "Jesus, Jared."

Jared didn't even bother commenting just brought their lips back together for a searing kiss. Jensen wasn't going to last long if Jared had his way about it. He pulled back, ignoring Jared's grunt of disapproval. Jensen leaned in kissing along Jared's jaw to his neck, sucking the tender flesh between his lips, marking Jared, wanting everyone to know Jared was his. He bit down before releasing his prize, looking for new places to explore. He slid further down, running his tongue across Jared's collarbone from one side to the other, continuing his descent until he came to the first tight nipple.

Jared's hips bucked off the floor when Jensen sucked the taut nub into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. Jensen continued to torment Jared with little licks against abused flesh before moving to the other nipple to give it the same treatment. Jensen arched back as Jared ran blunt fingernails along his spine to the top of his waist band, and that right there had to stop, or he wouldn't last to the main event. Jensen reached back grabbing Jared's hands bringing them up over his head. When Jensen chanced a look down into Jared's face, he saw confusion and maybe a little bit of hurt. Jensen leaned up to brush a kiss across Jared's lips before nuzzling along his neck to his ear, "I want to show you how good we can be together,  but if you keep doing that, I'm not going to last. You can touch next time," he punctuated his statement with a swipe of his tongue along the shell of Jared's ear, ending by slipping in to swirl around the inside.

Jared moaned at the assault on his ear, savoring the knowledge that Jensen wasn't trying to deny what they both wanted anymore. His hips came off the floor again when Jensen sucked a path from the middle of his chest all the way down to his navel. Jensen ran his tongue along the rim, over and over until Jared was whimpering, Jensen flicked his tongue into the little hole cataloguing every sound that came out of Jared's mouth. Jensen continued the assault on Jared's navel as he popped the button on Jared's jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly, the press of hard, hot flesh  against his knuckles. He'd have to remember to ask Jared about going commando later, but right now the musky scent assailing his senses was making it very hard to hold onto the go slow  mantra.

Jensen swirled his tongue in the hairs below Jared's navel pulling on them with his teeth, listening to Jared's gasps and moans. Jensen shifted a little lower nuzzling into the course hairs,  Jared's cock bumping his chin, leaving a wet trail glimmering in the stubble covering his face. Jensen slid one hand up the outside of Jared's leg and across his stomach leaving his arm there to keep Jared from bucking him off. Jared's breathing was so erratic that Jensen was worried about him hyperventilating. He lifted his head up waiting for Jared to make eye contact.

Jared lifted his head, looking down the length of his body, breath stalling in his throat at the picture of Jensen poised over his cock, eyes locked on his. Jensen ever so slowly lowered his  head, running the tip of his tongue over Jared's cock, dipping into the slit to collect the bead of precome bubbling from the head. He licked a wide path along the side, up and over, sliding it down the shaft and continuing down to Jared's balls, smiling when he heard Jared's head thunk against the floor. He sucked, first one then the other into his mouth, running his tongue over warm flesh.

Jensen opened the bottle of lube with the flip of a thumb, coating his fingers with the slick substance waiting for it to warm before sliding it along the crease of Jared's ass. Jared tensed at the unfamiliar sensation but relaxed again when Jensen sucked a mark into his inner thigh. Jensen moved back up, scrapping stubble across sensitive skin, and licking away the burn.  Jensen's mouth watered at the sight of hard blood-flushed skin, he pursed his lips, blowing across the head, listening to Jared keen above him. He slid spit slick lips down over the head taking Jared's cock to the back of his throat, only to pull up and slide down again.

Jared was thrashing underneath him, threatening to pitch Jensen off. Jensen wrapped his tongue around the head on every upstroke, laving along the shaft as he took Jared's cock back into the hot, moist cavern of his mouth. He slid his finger across the puckered entrance rubbing, back and forth until Jared started pressing down. Jensen slid the tip of his finger in, feeling Jared's muscles clamp down around him. He sucked Jared to the back of his throat, pushing his finger all the way in at the same time. Jared's hips bucked forward against the  pressure of Jensen's arm and then back down onto his finger.

Jensen pulled his finger out, loving the sound of a disgruntled Jared. He slid two fingers in, rotating them, looking for that spot that always made him see stars. He knew he hit it when Jared's body went rigid, gasping Jensen's name before shooting warm jets of come down Jensen's throat. Jensen sucked him through his orgasm, scissoring his fingers stretching him while he was recovering. Jensen added another finger, as he continued stretching Jared until he was certain, he would only cause Jared a minimum amount of pain. Jensen hated the thought that of hurting Jared, but it was a fact that some was involved.

Jensen angled his fingers to rub across the little nub over and over again until Jared was gasping for breath, and his cock was hard again and weeping. Jensen pulled his fingers away leaning across Jared's body so that he could kiss the moans from his mouth. Jared focused glazed eyes on Jensen's, grabbing the back of his neck to bring him in for a bruising kiss. Jared knew this was Jensen's way of making sure there were no second thoughts, no doubt, and wanting Jared's permission to continue.

"Jensen please," Jared begged through swollen lips.

"Yea, Jared. It's going to hurt some, just breathe through it and try to stay relaxed it'll help," Jensen said between kisses.

Jensen reached down grabbing a condom bringing it to his teeth to open when Jared plucked it out of his hand. "I know you always use a condom, so do I, but I want to feel you not that." Jared explained at Jensen's questioning look.

"Jared, it'll make it easier the first time. We don't have to use it the next time. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to."

"I don't care if it hurts a little more, I'm not going to break. I want to feel you moving inside me, I want to feel it when you fill me up," Jared pleaded, reaching up running a finger across Jensen's lips, feeling the light puffs of air on his fingertip.

"Okay, Jared, however you want," Jensen said, watching as Jared relaxed back on the blankets. He poured more lube in his hand, running it over his cock, making sure there was a thick coating, then he ran slick fingers across Jared's hole, adding to the lubricant already there.

Jensen pulled Jared forward pressing his legs back towards his chest. He lined his dick up with Jared's twitching hole, pushing forward until the head breached the first ring of muscles. He looked up at Jared's sharp intake of breath, but relaxed when Jared didn't seem to be in any pain. Jensen pushed forward slowly not wanting to go too fast, not only for Jared's sake, but to gain some control over himself as well.

"So tight, Jared. You feel so fucking good," Jensen gasped as he was fully sheathed in Jared's heat.

Jared couldn't even form a coherent thought much less push it out his mouth, all he could do was writhe and moan at the feeling of fullness. Jensen pulled back until only the head of his cock was still buried in Jared, pushing back in moaning at the tight heat surrounding him.

"Fuck Jensen, harder please!" Jared gasped as Jensen slammed back in hitting his prostate head on, ripping a scream from his throat. "Yea Jen, just like that, come on do it."

Jensen could do harder, he pounded into Jared until they were both shaking and Jensen was so close he could taste it. Jensen wrapped his hand around Jared's cock keeping rhythm with his thrusts. Jared was mumbling incoherently, pushing down onto Jensen's cock and arching into his hand.

Jensen pulled his hand back so he could brace his hands over Jared's head using the position as leverage to thrust harder. Jared stiffened under him, and came, Jensen felt the warm explosion across his stomach and chest at the same time Jared's muscles clamped down around his cock sending him spiraling into his own orgasm. Jared growled as he felt Jensen come inside him, reaching up to drag him down into a scorching kiss, as Jensen rode out the aftershocks.

They lay still connected until they had caught their breaths, Jensen splayed across Jared's chest, Jared running his fingers up and down Jensen's back. Jared noticed that every time his fingers traveled down Jensen's back and came close to Jensen's waist his cock twitched inside him. His laugh rumbled up his chest, causing Jensen to look up at him through half lidded eyes.

"You've got to be kidding me?" Jared laughed again at Jensen's blush.

"Shut up," Jensen mumbled burying his head under Jared's chin.

"You have the weirdest erogenous zones, but I think it'll work for me in my evil plan," Jared laughed again, when Jensen looked up at him squinting.

Jensen lifted up so he could pull out, kissing Jared's wince away. He slid down to lay next to Jared with his head on Jared's chest.

"Tomorrow's my turn," Jared snickered when Jensen tried to hide the lurch his hips gave at the comment. Jared pulled him closer running a hand through Jensen's hair, both of them dropping off to sleep with smiles on their faces.