Fic - J2 - The Past Never Stays There - chapter 4/14 - VERY NC17

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Title : The Past Never Stays There - Chapter 4/14

Author : angels3  aka Angela

Beta : munimula - who is the best beta ever and any mistakes left are so mine, and there will probably be a plenty as I had to rework some things after she sent it back to me.  I hope I got all the mistakes as I had to do this twice.  Don't ask you don't want to know

Word Count : 6423

Pairing : Jensen/Jared

Supporting Characters : Eric, Kim, Sera, Mike, Tom, Chris, Steve, Chad,  Kylan  (who is a figmant of my imagination

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

Warnings : RPS   M/M sex .    This chapter is  VERY NC17

Summary : This is the sequel to When Things Come Crashing Down.  It starts immediately where that story  left off.
You know that person that Chris never had the name for?  Well he may soon get it.  Jensen and Jared have to deal with someone from Jensen's past.


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Kylan

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Jared came awake with a start, his heart still racing from the nightmare he'd been having. Jensen shifted beside him, mumbling what Jared thought was his name. He leaned down, brushing his lips across Jensen's temple and running his fingers through the disheveled light brown hair. He waited until Jensen settled back to sleep before sliding out of the bed and heading for the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and sat at the table, running through the story Jensen had told him earlier. Jared could feel his blood pressure rising and his temper flaring at the thought of Kylan waiting until Jensen's back was turned and hitting him. His mind kept giving him a vivid picture of Jensen on the floor, curled inward, trying to protect himself as Kylan kicked him. That right there was the things his nightmare had been made of.

Jared knew he needed to talk to somebody, and he knew it couldn't be Chris. He had not only promised not to give Chris a reason to do 20 to life, but he honestly needed someone that could calm him down and Chris wouldn't cut it this time. Chad, God love him, would be so far out of his depth with this one Jared had no desire to see him flounder. If it had been Jared that Kylan had done this shit to, Chad would have no problem coming up with a solution. Again, Jared was not ready to see any of their friends pulling hard time for murder.

Jared made the only decision he could at four in the morning. He picked up the phone and called Steve. Once Steve was finally able to pull the cotton out of his head from having only gotten two hours of sleep, the anxiety in Jared's voice woke Steve up quickly. Jared reassured him that no, no one had died or been involved in a fiery car crash or in their case plane crash, and that everything was honestly okay. Which, yeah, maybe Jared was stretching that a bit but at the moment there were no bodies, so he figured he could get away with it.

"So exactly why are you calling me at ass crack of dawn?" Steve asked around a yawn.

"I need to talk to somebody," Jared confessed.

"So go wake up Jenny," Steve said and then paused. "Jared why aren't you waking up Jensen?"

"Have you talked to Chris in the last few days?"

"Yeah, he said something about you calling, and he needed to check on some guy that left a message. Why? What the hell is going on?" Steve demanded.

"Long story short, one of Jensen's exes left a message on his machine. One that Chris didn't know about." Jared said, hoping Steve would get the picture.

"Chris didn't know about him?" Steve questioned again, his voice going low.

"No, and he told me to call him if I found out who he was."

"And you're calling me why?"

"Jensen didn't want me telling Chris."

"Jared, I swear to God, if you don't just tell me I'm going to fucking kill you. I know what Chris was talking about now."

"What do you mean you know what Chris was talking about?"

"I mean getting information out of you is like trying to get blood from a stone. Anybody that has ever talked to you would think that you couldn't keep a secret if your life depended on it, but I'm realizing it's your hidden talent. So why don't you tell me why the hell Jensen didn't want Chris to know who this guy is? He did tell you right?" Steve growled.

"Oh," Jared said. "Yes, he talked to me, finally. It took him awhile but he told me tonight. He didn't want me to tell Chris because he didn't want him in jail, awaiting trail for murder," Jared paused, wondering if that was enough information to keep himself off the kill list.

"Jesus Christ," Steve breathed. "How bad is it Jared?"

" It's bad enough that I'm not going to let him out of my sight any time soon."

"Jared," Steve growled.

"Fine, but I promised not to tell Chris anything that would send him into a homicidal rage. However, I didn't say I wouldn't talk to you. Actually, he didn't ask me not to tell you," Jared mused.

"Probably because he figured you were scared of me, or he didn't think you would actually call me instead of Chad," Steve reasoned.

"Well Chad wouldn't get it. He would if it had been me, but with Jensen it's like removed somehow." Jared sighed, running a hand over his eyes. "Anyway, he said he met this guy when he was filming Dawson's, and things didn't end well."

"How did this escape Chris? That boy is worse than a mama if he doesn't hear from Jensen every couple of weeks."

"Um... I think it was when you guys were having marital trouble," Jared snarked.

"We're not married jackass, it's not legal. That makes sense though, Jensen was in a fucked up position then, and we were both whiny bitches," Steve acknowledged. " Well shit." Steve groaned. "Go ahead and tell me, so I can kick myself in the ass and then try to find a way to keep Chris out of the bottle and the handguns once he finds out."

"You want the whole story or the damage?" Jared asked, not sure how to soften the blow.

"Damage? We talking property or personal?"

"Both," Jared spat out, getting worked up the longer he thought about it.

"Fuck, I want to know it all, but right now give me the personal." Steve said, sounding like he'd been eating broken glass.

"Bruises, black eye, concussion, three broken ribs. I'm pretty sure there was more he held out on me too."

"Son of a bitch! I want to know everything, and don't tell Chris. If you have to, give him a full name and how Jensen met him but nothing else, not until I can be there. Better yet, I'll be the one to tell him."

"Okay, should I tell Jensen I told you?"

"That's your call Jared. I can't tell you what to do in your relationship. I know what to do in mine, and it took me long enough to figure that out. I wouldn't even begin to try and tell you how to navigate Jensen."

Jared relayed everything that Jensen had told him. Steve cursed under his breath when Jared told him Jensen had been a bet, but otherwise stayed quiet. Jared finished by explaining the message that Kylan had left on Jensen's answering machine.

"So he's planning on trying to hook back up with Jensen when he comes to town?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, at least that's what he thinks he's going to do. He'll find out otherwise if he shows his face." Jared promised.

"Speaking of face. Do you know what he looks like?"

"No but I should be able to Google him. If he's been on any documentaries or published any articles then his face has to be on the net."

"It'd be a good idea to see what you can find, at least then you know who to be on the lookout for," Steve suggested. "That is, if he's got the balls to show up."

There was a moment of silence and then Steve laid down the law.

"He will not get near him again. You do what you have to, you tell who you need to, but that bastard better not make it within a 100 yards of Jensen," Steve finished with an intensity he usually saved for his music.

Jared couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine. Not only were Steve's words laced with deadly intent, but the complete and total fury behind them chilled his blood. He understood the meaning behind 'It's always the quiet ones' , and he'd be damned if he didn't believe it.

"Okay," Jared agreed, not even realizing he was nodding his head. He had always thought there was no one as scary as Chris, but he'd just been proven wrong.

"I'll be finishing up here next week. I was going to hang with Chris on the last two weeks of his tour, but I think I'm going to head your way."

"Won't you have to explain to Chris why you're coming here without him?" Jared questioned. "You know he's going to want to know why?"

"Shit, I could tell him that I just want to make sure ya'll are settling back in okay. I don't think he'd buy it, though. He's going to want to know what's going on. There's no way I'm risking him going on an active search and destroy mission, not without me there to keep lookout. Quite honestly, I wouldn't mind helping him, but I don't think Jensen would appreciate having to hire a lawyer and posting bail."

Jared glanced down at his watch. It was going on five. He needed to wake Jensen up soon the car would be there to pick them up at six. He promised Steve that the only information he would give Chris, and only if he asked, was Kylan's full name. He hoped that Chris would believe that Jensen was still keeping things to himself.

Jared woke Jensen up with coffee and kisses, laughing at the little boy complaining about not wanting to get up. Jared had taken his shower while the coffee was brewing. He knew if they had taken one together, they would be late. As it was, Jensen was just putting on his shoes, and he was feeding the dogs when the car pulled up.

The first hour on the lot was filled with everyone from PA's to gaff's and even some of catering telling them how happy they were that they had made it back in one piece. Production started shortly after ten, makeup had still had a few assorted scrapes and bruises to cover that hadn't completely healed. The day went quick and Eric called a halt at three, not wanting them to overdo it on their first day back. The car dropped them both off at Jared's.

They spent the afternoon running to the grocery store and going over the next day’s scenes. Much to Jared's horror, they were still on the pink nail polish section. They took a break, and Jared went to walk the dogs, he still refused to let Jensen go with him. He said could still hear the congestion in Jensen's head and chest, which was true, but it still pissed Jensen off that he was right. Jensen started supper while Jared was gone and had just sat down in the living room when he heard the back door thump open. Jensen made his way to the kitchen when he heard Jared cursing, something he rarely did, unless he was pissed, drunk or during sex, and since it was neither of the last two that left pissed.

When he rounded the corner he was stunned, all he could do was stare for a minute, then he just busted out laughing. Jared was standing in the utility room trying to get his jeans off. He was covered from head to toe in mud.

"Shut up, Jensen," Jared growled.

"What happened?" Jensen asked, trying to keep a straight face. He bent down and untied the laces of Jared's tennis shoes, so he could kick them off and free his legs from the prison of wet denim.

"Harley decided it would be really cool to run the opposite way of Sadie, and when I tripped, he thought it was a new game. Took me ten minutes to get out from under him and the leashes untangled," Jared said, scowling at the culprit through the screen door.

Jensen looked over at the dogs. Sadie was sitting there looking between Jared and Harley, an expression of disapproval on her face if Jensen had ever seen one. Harley was laying on his belly, his face resting on his paws. He had the most pathetic look Jensen had ever seen. His eyes were all sad and Jensen was just waiting for him to break into a mournful howl.

"It's okay, baby," Jensen told him. "Daddy's just grumpy."

"Damn right daddy's grumpy, it's fucking cold out there without being wet and muddy."

He pointed at Harley. "Don't even give me those puppy dog eyes, they don't work on me. See, even Sadie knows you've misbehaved," Jared said, gesturing at her.

She gave a sharp bark before wandering off to the food bowl. "She's telling you that wasn't nice." Jared turned his head and glared at Jensen, who was trying to get the slippery buttons through the tiny holes of Jared's shirt so he could get it open and off.

"And you! We're supposed to have a united front in the presence of the kids. Next thing you know, Sadie will want to go out with that bull dog down the street, and we'll be fighting cause I say no and you said yes," Jared finished in a huff.

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Jensen was so stunned by the silliness of the statement all he could do was stand gapping at Jared. When Jared threw his head back laughing, Jensen snorted back a laugh and smacked him on the head.

"You're a dumb ass."

Jared grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into a bear hug.

"Yes, but I'm your dumb ass," Jared said, grinning as Jensen tried to get away from his drenched muddy body.

"Shit Jared, you've got me all dirty!"

Seeing that the humans had better things to do than fuss at him, Harley scurried away while he had the chance.

"Well, we'll just have to take care of that won't we." Jared said, licking a path from Jensen's neck to his ear.

"But supper's cooking," Jensen complained around a groan.

"Turn it off. We can finish it later." Jared ran his fingers just under the waistband of Jensen's jeans and sucked the lobe of his ear into his mouth.

"Okay," Jensen agreed, a little breathless. "Let me get things settled in here, and I'll be right there."

Jared pulled back and gave him a quick kiss. He threw his clothes in the washing machine and hurried to the bathroom.

When Jensen entered the bathroom there was already a thin layer of steam floating in the air and Jared had lit the eucalyptus candles. The candles plus the steam helped to clear the lingering congestion in Jensen's head. He was still a little dizzied by the fact that Jared loved him, but he was never really surprised at Jared's thoughtfulness because he always did little things to make him feel better. Jensen stripped out of his clothes, kicking them to the side, before he opened the door and stepped in. Warm water, moist air and a naked, wet Jared enveloped him.

"Took you long enough," Jared complained.

"I put your clothes on a rinse cycle, figured it'd get some of the mud out before I put anything else in there with them," Jensen said as he leaned back into Jared.

Jared hummed his agreement, but his attention had already shifted from clothes to slick, wet skin. He skimmed his hands along Jensen's ribs, up over his chest, stopping to roll each nipple between his fingers until they were hard and aching. Jared nuzzled at the nape of Jensen's neck until he dropped his head forward, giving Jared and unobstructed path of assault. He nipped across the expanse of neck to shoulder and back again, stopping every few inches to suck the skin into his mouth, marking his path with red, raised patches that would darken to bruises.

Jared retraced each spot, scraping his teeth across tender skin, biting down on some hard enough to leave teeth prints, and in others, just enough to let Jensen feel the pressure, a promise that Jared would continue to mark him if he so chose. He could hear the sounds Jensen was making, the small sighs and the low moans as the intense sensations bombarded Jensen's nerve endings. Jared's hands at his Jensen’s waist kept him steady and still. The hard line of Jared's cock was nestled against Jensen's ass and back.

Jared was intent on driving Jensen insane before he was through. He had decided they were going to go slow and no amount of begging would change his mind. Jensen gasped as Jared ran his tongue around the shell of his ear, dipping inside to trace the maze leading inward. Jensen writhed against him as he continued to slide his tongue in and out, driving Jensen as well as his own desperation even higher. He moaned at the slip slide of Jensen's naked ass against his cock, the pressure in his balls turning painful, but he was determined to make this last, as long as he could.

Jensen's head fell back against his shoulder, lolling against him as if he hadn't the energy to keep it up. Jared loved when Jensen gave up control, trusting him to know what he needed and to give it to him. He snapped the top on the shower gel, squeezing a generous amount onto his hand. He built up a rich lather, running his hands down Jensen's arms and back up, before sliding his hand down over his chest, feeling the muscles flex and jump under his fingers. He counted each rib as he followed the path downward and then over, doing the same on the other side.

Jared's fingers slid over pebbled nubs, pinching them between his finger and thumb, rolling them until Jensen was gasping for breath and keening his desperation. Jared rubbed the pads of his fingers over the tips, continuing to torture the sensitive peaks until Jensen was begging for mercy. He let his hands fall slowly down over the flat planes of Jensen's stomach, slowing at his navel, taking the time to run his finger along the rim, dipping into the indention again and again, the soap making slick, slippery sounds.

Jared's fingers scraped along the trail of hair leading further down until more hair tickled his knuckles. He wound his fingers around the strands, marveling at the contrasting textures of soft skin and coarse hair. When his hand slipped even lower, Jensen bucked forward, trying to find friction, a whimper escaping him. Jared wrapped his fingers around Jensen's cock, stroking from tip to base and back again, twisting his wrist at the top and sliding back down, scratching his fingernails lightly across the tight, hot, skin. He leaned forward so he could watch over Jensen's shoulder as the tip of Jensen's cock peeked out over his fist, the sight making his blood boil. At the next pull upward, he ran his fingernail over the slit and pressed inward, wrenching a low, guttural groan from Jensen's throat.

Jensen was so completely lost in sensation, he didn’t notice Jared moving around him. Jared had to hold him steady while he shifted to the front and sank to his knees. He poured more gel into his hand and went to work on washing each of Jensen's legs, lingering at the crease of leg and thigh. He let his breath ghost across the swollen shaft bobbing in front of his face as he worked the lather along the backs of Jensen's legs and up over his ass, letting his fingers slip down the inside and lightly rubbing against his hole, Jensen jerked forward before pressing back trying to get Jared to push in.

Jared looked up into eyes so dilated he couldn't even any green at all. He slowly leaned forward and licked the tip of Jensen's cock, letting it slip past his lips just a little to lay heavy on his tongue. He never realized just how much he loved the feel and taste until he had it again. Jared slowly took Jensen all the way down, swirling his tongue along the hard shaft, feeling it jump against the roof of his mouth when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. He hollowed his cheeks and increased the speed of his mouth pushing Jensen closer to the edge, wanting him to lose that control he kept on such a tight leash. Jensen was spewing a steady stream of filth, and Jared was afraid if Jensen didn't come soon, he'd lose his own battle, talking dirty during sex was a sure way to push him over the edge and Jensen knew it.

Jared decided it was time to yank the figurative leash back out of Jensen's hands. He slid one hand down to fondle the heavy sacks between Jensen's legs, getting a sharp jolt of hips forward at the stimulation. His other hand went back to Jensen's entrance, where he started to apply just a little more pressure as he rubbed his finger around the tight, hot knot of flesh. Jared tilted his head just a little more, relaxed his throat, let Jensen slide all the way in and swallowed, as he pushed his finger into Jensen's body past the second knuckle. Jensen's broken cry echoed off the shower tiles, ringing in Jared's ears as he drank down everything Jensen gave him.

Jensen was completely boneless, sagging forward with only Jared's hands on his hips keeping him from pitching onto his face. Jared manhandled him until Jensen turned and had his forehead resting against the tiles, his hands making a valiant effort of trying to keep him up. Jared cupped Jensen's ass in his hands, digging his fingers into the tight flesh and massaging them open until he could see his objective. He ran his tongue from the base of Jensen's spine along the crease and over his hole, flicking his tongue along the tender flesh behind Jensen's balls.

Jensen moaned and shifted his feet further apart, giving Jared a little more room to move. Jared slid back up until his exhales were brushing the base of Jensen's back, he could see the tremors running through the body in front of him and it made his dick throb and more precome dribble down his shaft. He ran his tongue along Jensen's spine, starting midway down his back until he stopped just before the base of Jensen's spine, and sucked on the skin there, getting just a tiny bit between his teeth, worrying it over and over. Jensen almost snapped his spine in two, where he had arched backward so violently.

Jared kept the pressure on that spot for another few seconds while Jensen pleaded with him to keep going and stop all in the same breath. He slid down, pressing his thumbs on either side of Jensen's hole, opening him up and sliding his tongue in and out. Jared ran his tongue around the edges, just barely dipping in and then dragging it back around the outside, until he finally got down to business and started a serious tongue fucking. Jensen was completely hard again and trying to get some kind of friction from the slick tiles.

Jared pushed  a finger in along side his tongue, making sure to find Jensen's prostate and hitting it each time he pushed. When his tongue finally started to feel the strain, he pulled back and slid two fingers in, scissoring them to loosen the tight muscle. Jared reached up on the shelf and grabbed the waterproof lube, let it not be said that he wasn't prepared, and coated his fingers, he pressed his forehead to the base of Jensen's back and watched as three of his fingers slide slowly into Jensen's body. He felt Jensen's groan vibrate through him before the sound reached his ears.

Jared took his time making sure Jensen was ready, getting lost in the hypnotizing sight of his fingers sliding in and out of the red, stretched opening, the way the flesh pushed in and then puffed out when he drew his fingers back. When he was sure he wouldn't hurt Jensen, he stood up, draping himself across Jensen's back, letting his cock rest against the stretched opening. Jared ran his hands around Jensen's waist and down over the front of his thighs, pulling them further apart and back until he was impaled on Jared's cock.

Jared kept the slow, steady push forward until he was buried completely, their bodies joined so fully it was like becoming one person. Jensen's breath hitched as Jared started the long, slow withdrawal, skin dragging against sensitive nerve endings, setting both of them on a fast burn. Jared pushed back in just as slow, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep the slow pace for long, but determined to make it last just a little longer. Jensen had obviously taken it as long as he intended to because he became active in trying to push his body back, seeking the
fasterharderdeeper his mouth had been begging for, for what seemed and eternity now.

Jared finally complied, setting a punishing pace, he lifted up on one of Jensen's legs, propping it on the shower seat to give him a different angle. It must have been the right one because Jensen jolted like he been shot through with electricity, the cry wrenched from his throat sounding almost animalistic. Jared kept his thrusts angled right there, pounding into Jensen like he could mark him from the inside out. Jared reached around, pulling Jensen even closer, rolling his hips and grinding down on each thrust, making sure he kept the pressure on Jensen's prostate. It only took a couple of minutes and Jensen was pumping white hot against the black tiles of the shower, his cock never being touched.

The pressure surrounding Jared's dick increased two fold as Jensen came, clamping down like a vise until he couldn't hold out anymore and came with soul shattering intensity. His hips continued to move in short, shallow thrusts as he worked Jensen and himself through the aftershocks. Even in Jared's lethargic state, he could feel the water temperature changing, and he didn't want Jensen standing under cold water to clean up, especially with the cold he was already battling. He pulled back carefully, easing himself from Jensen's body and making quick work of their cleanup. Jared pulled him out of the shower and dried them both off, Jensen standing pliant and almost catatonic in his exhaustion. Jared tucked Jensen in and slid in behind him, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in the space between Jensen's shoulder blades.

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*Two weeks later*

Jared had risked Jensen's wrath, if he ever found out, and had taken a picture he had pulled off Google to Eric the day after he talked to Steve. He didn't go into much detail, not only wanting to keep Jensen's confidence, but also trying to keep the fallout if Jensen found out to just the regular run of the mill bomb versus the atomic bomb. He explained to Eric that Jensen had some problems with the guy stalking him in the past and there had been a reliable threat that he was would be in town and wanting to see Jensen. Eric didn't question why it was Jared telling him and not Jensen, but he seemed a little shocked when Jared asked that everything be done quietly and not let Jensen know. Jared just shook his head and told him it was way better if Eric didn't know, less chance for him to catch hell.

When Jared pulled the picture of Kylan up for the first time, he felt like he had his breath stolen. The guy was drop dead gorgeous, not in Jensen's league by no means, but Jared felt like a gangly teenager next to the image of Kylan. Jared also saw something in those eyes that raised goose bumps on his arms. It was like looking at the sharks he studied, eyes that saw everything but didn't feel a thing. Jared reaffirm Steve's stance. This guy wasn't getting near Jensen again.

Jared had confided in Mike and Tom as well, making sure they both knew to keep it quiet. Tom was a little worried about the deceit aspect, but he understood Jared was just trying to keep the stress off of Jensen. They weren't even sure if the guy would show up so he figured extra caution couldn't hurt and Jensen could be oblivious to the extra help unless something happened. Mike was harder to convince, he had no problem looking out for the guy, but he wanted to know why. Mike had guessed the stalking thing may be part of it but that wasn't the worst of whatever had happened. Jared was shocked that of all the people he had thought would catch on it wasn't Mike, not that Mike wasn't smart, cause he was, it was just that Mike tended to be in his own world most of the time. That was what Jared had always thought anyway. He figured he need to take another look at his observations and redefine what he thought he knew.

Jensen stayed at Jared's house every night and only went home to pick up clean clothes. Jared had started dropping hints about Jensen moving in with him and he didn't know if they were being ignored or if Jensen was just being seriously obtuse. Either way, Jared was going to have a sit down discussion about it in the near future. It didn't make any sense for them to be paying for two houses and only using one. He knew it didn't have anything to do with them keeping their relationship quiet because they weren't doing anything special to keep it under wraps. As a matter of fact, Jensen was more likely to grab his hand in public than not. Jared was just happy he felt that secure enough in their relationship to chance the public displays, and lets face it, Jared had never had a problem with public displays.

Jensen hadn't said anything else about Kylan, and was so relaxed when they were together Jared couldn't bring it up. He didn't want to see the look on Jensen's face that he'd seen when the message played ever again and he didn't want to let Kylan taint the time they spent together so he didn't mention him. Jared knew Jensen had left out some details, he honestly didn't think it had anything to do with trust. He had a feeling it had more to do with Jensen trying to protect him, and he knew a thing or two about protecting someone he loved. He just hoped Jensen would see it the same way if he found out.

Jared was positive he had seen the bastard a couple times around town, but when nothing happened and no contact with Jensen was ever made, he thought he may have been just a tad paranoid. As it was, Jared had been dodging Mike's attempts at clarification and trying to find time to talk to Jensen about moving in. They finally got a chance two days later when the production called for total rewrites on an episode that mirrored an actual tragedy taking place in the news.

Jensen was apparently being obtuse because he not only appeared shocked when Jared asked why he didn't want to move in but he thought it was a good idea. Jared felt a little cheated, he had gotten himself all ready for a fight, and then he didn't even get one. It was like someone stuck a pin in a balloon and deflated it. That lasted all of about ten seconds when he was able to comprehend the reality of Jensen would be here with him, in his house. Oops, no,       their house and damn if that didn't make him giddy as hell.

Since they didn't have to go to work the next three days, they decided to go out with Mike and Tom that night and then work on moving some of Jensen's stuff over the weekend. Jensen and Tom had hit the pool table a little while after they got there and Jared was set to follow when Mike reached across the table and grabbed Jared's arm, causing him to fall back into the seat.

"Hey, I was going to go watch," Jared complained.

"Yeah, was being the operative word. Now tell me what the hell is going on," Mike hissed under his breath.

"Fine, but I swear to God if you say anything, and I do mean anything, you're going to see if it's anatomically possible for me to put my foot up your ass," Jared hissed back.

"Now Jared, all I did was ask for some information, no need to get kinky," Mike grinned, slipping back into the Mike everyone knew.

Jared had to blink a couple of times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. But he caught the very feral edge to Mike's grin. What the hell was up with all the personality changes around him lately?

"Jensen dated this guy, he wasn't very nice. He apparently got interested again with all the news about the plane crash and shit, and he wants to make a play date," Jared said, trying to brush it off as no big deal and him just being paranoid.

"Hmm, you really don't lie worth a shit. How about you give me the whole novel and not just the footnotes," Mike replied, leaning back and taking a large swallow of beer.

Jared glanced over at the pool table. Jensen was engrossed in the game, and it didn't look like it would be over anytime soon, seeing as there was money on the corner. He swore sometimes Jensen brought Dean home with him.

"I was serious about kicking your ass so keep it to yourself. Jensen helped a kid that got attacked by a shark, this guy shows up to talk to them. They hit it off and start seeing each other. Jensen found out the guy was an ass. That he had been a bet, and it was running theme with this guy and his friend." Jared paused and took a couple of swallows of beer. "Once they started going out he started changing. Getting possessive, not wanting Jensen to hang out with anyone."

"So why does this guy think that Jensen would see him? There's no way our boy would take that shit," Mike asked, narrowing his eyes.

"The guy is fucking psychotic is why. When Jensen told him to get lost, he knocked Jen over the head and beat the shit out of him, and if that weren't enough, he started stalking Jensen," Jared said, leaning back in his seat and trying to relax just in case Jensen was looking.

"Let me get this straight. This jerk makes a bet about getting in Jensen's pants, beats him up, stalks him, and then wants to see him again?" Mike asked.

"Pretty much,"

"Okay, when you say beat him up, what do you mean exactly and how long ago was this?"

"Five years, and according to Jensen, which I still think who I still thing is not telling me everything, we're talking cracked ribs, and concussion," Jared said, waving the waitress over.

Once the waitress had taken their orders and left, Jared focused on the thoughtful expression on Mike's face.

"Five years would have put it right before Jensen started Smallville, wouldn't it?"

"Yea, he was able to put some distance between them when he got that role," Jared agreed.

"You know, I always thought there was something wrong when he first hit the set, but none of us knew him, so I didn't have anything to base my opinion on. He was really quiet, which hell, he's that anyway, but more so than what I'd term as normal for him now. He didn't hang out with anyone for a couple of months when he started either." Mike glanced over to where Tom and Jensen were finishing up their game.

"He probably didn't want anyone getting hurt. I'm sure he didn't know what Kylan was going to do next. When he found out the guy had left the country he was able to relax and start interacting with everybody."

"Hmmm, makes sense. The boy does have an overdeveloped sense of responsibility," Mike concluded. "So have you seen this guy around?"

"Thought I caught a couple of peeks at him a week or so ago, but nothing's happened so I don't know if it was him, or I'm just being paranoid as hell."

"Well it's better to be safe than sorry," Mike said.

"What's better to be safe than sorry?" Jensen said as he slid in next to Jared.

"Oh, I was telling Jared all about the man pill," Mike dead panned. "You know with you boys finally getting your heads out your asses and using them for something else we wouldn't want any unplanned pregnancies."

Jensen choked on the swallow of beer, he had just taken, and Jared proceeded to beat him in the back, while Tom giggled uncontrollably. By the time everyone had settled down, Mike had managed to redirect attention in a total different direction. Sometimes Jared was positive that Mike was an evil genius. No wonder they picked him to play Lex.

It had been a long night out, enjoying the time with their friends and each other, so it was later in the day when they made it to Jensen's to start packing. They stopped by a moving company and purchased several boxes, and dropped the dogs off with Tom since he was going to the park with his own dog. Jared had wanted to drive one vehicle but Jensen wanted to get as much done at a time as possible, so they he had finally given up and they drove both. They spent several hours packing, and moving them to Jensen's truck and Jared's SUV before they called it a day.

Jensen had sent Jared on ahead so he could pick up the dogs, and they wouldn't have to make a second trip out late tonight. He was making one last walk through to determine what they needed to finish up before the cleaners came in when he heard the door open and shut in the living room.

"What did you forget?" Jensen asked as he walked around the corner to see if he could help.

"Hello Jenny. It's been a long time," Kylan's lyrical accent floated through the air.