HOUSE OF BROKEN SOULS Part 40
Warnings: This Chapter: Sexually explicit content. Overall: Slash, sexually explicit content, graphic violence
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Lia (Cheebles) is still with me for help & support for which I am very grateful (hugs)
Jared wasn’t in his office so Jensen buzzed through to his apartment from the main door. His welcome sounded frosty. Jensen crossed the lobby, it smelt of polish and baking and he relished the smell, reminding him of his first encounter with the building. He was given a rude awakening from the good memory when Jared opened his door and let him in without a hint of affection. He strode ahead of Jensen down the hallway to the living room and stood, arms crossed, back to Jensen.
“The news showed pictures.” he said coldly. “Is that why you moved here? Was she always a suspect? Was it your job to get close to us?”
“Was who a suspect Jay?”
“I saw her picture on your wall weeks ago, you said it was just convenient to include her, to help us. God I’m an idiot. I believed you.”
“Jay. I really am all at sea here. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Emma Painter. They showed a picture. You don’t want me going to Baltimore because you think Caitlin is Emma. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize her?”
“Jay. We don’t have a picture of Emma Painter, nothing more than a fuzzy back shot. How can we make any presumptions? And no, I moved here because I wanted to get away from my past, not run slap bang into the middle of it again. The way I recall my first week here, if it was my job to get close to you, I‘d be a piss poor detective and I‘m really not that bad at my job.”
“Is that why you didn’t want me to go. You think she’s going to turn psycho on me?”
“Whoa, hey. No.” Jensen was becoming annoyed. “First, what picture Jay? It’s important.”
“I DVR ed it.” He said flatly, but his arms uncrossed and he turned fractionally toward his boyfriend.
“Secondly, there was a moment where it crossed my mind, yes, but it’s not her. Forensics didn’t find any evidence for it and believe me they would have done.”
“But you checked and you never thought to tell me.”
“I couldn’t tell anyone. We didn’t want Laing knowing what we do or don’t have on him. Baby, please come here and look me in the eyes.” he begged the architect, eyes beseeching him.
Jared huffed and turned to him. “I want to believe you Jen, I do.”
Jensen crossed the room to him, took his hand and looked directly into his eyes, green on hazel. “I have never lied to you. I didn’t tell you everything about Emma because the liklihood of them being the same person was so small it fell into the realms of ridiculous. You didn’t need to worry about it. We’ve been following other avenues all this time and we may have found a lead on her today, a Kate Riordan, a construction safety consultant.”
Jared squeezed his hand. “Really?” he asked doubtfully “It’s just the picture, it looks so much like her.” He thought back to Caitlin’s comments the same afternoon and he let out a sigh. “Safety? That would make so much sense, with all the things she knows and does.” He pulled Jensen into him and bent to kiss him tenderly on his lips. “I’m sorry. I guess I panicked.”
“It’s OK I’ve been panicking too, it must be contagious. Can you play the recording for me? It could be important.”
He drew a sharp breath as the news station showed the picture they had obtained from the training division of a food hygiene company where Emma had completed a short course. If the picture was genuine, the likeness was startling but he thought he could discern minor discrepancies in skin tone, the shape of her eyes and lie of her ears. Of course photographs can be deceptive. He called the precinct briefly to ensure the picture was remanded from the news station with it’s source and authenticity confirmed. His phone rang almost as soon as he’d finished the call and he sighed. “Mama?” He rolled his eyes and took the call.
***
An hour later Jensen finally flipped the phone shut.
“They’re family. They’re worried about you. It‘s what they do.” Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen’s waist, resting his hands on the firm denim clad bum and leaned in to pepper kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
"Pa wouldn't speak to me." Jensen nestled his head in his lover’s shoulder and closed his eyes “You smell good.” he told him. “I still don’t want you to go.” he added quietly.
Jared laid a chaste kiss to the top of his mussed gold-brown hair. “I know, but I am going.”
“I know you are.” They stayed silent in the embrace for a long while before Jensen spoke again. “I was kinda wondering if you would do something for me. A bit different and I don‘t want to you to say yes if you have any doubts.”
Jared traced a hand up his spine and caressed the back of his neck with soft fingers. “Is it very kinky?” he licked one earlobe as Jensen slipped a hand down the back of his jeans, running a hand over the firm, smooth skin there.
“I want you to make love to me. Want you in me Jay.”
He stopped for a moment, his heart leaping in his chest. It was something he‘d thought about, wanted, almost from the start but felt unable to ask for, scared of a rebuttal. “I can do that. I’d love to do that. Yes.” he breathed heavily into Jensen's ear. “There is one condition.” He moved both his hands to undo the top buttons of Jensen’s shirt and his tongue laved a trail from the lobe of his ear to the V of his neck. “You have to let me take you out for dinner, no questions asked.”
“Mmm. That’s a condition? I can tell you’re playing real hard to get Jay.” He pulled Jared’s hips to him and snapped his own to grind against him.
“Unghh. No questions asked, remember.”
“Just one more. Do I get to have you as the starter?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Jared finished unbuttoning Jensen’s shirt and they pulled it over his arms, struggling in their haste. He leaned his head down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, then made a hot wet trail to the other firm nub and flicked it with his tongue. He looked slyly upward into the lusty green eyes. “You taste so good.”
Jensen moaned and grabbed the waistband at the front of Jared’s jeans. “Bedroom. Now!”
“You’re a Toppy bottom!”
“Mmm, nngh.” He attached his lips to the expanse of flesh below Jared’s chin and sucked a livid red mark, by his Adam’s apple.
Jared responded by unbuckling his boyfriend’s belt, undoing his fly and pushing his jeans down, helping him out and leaving them trailing on the floor. Jensen returned the favor but his pink lips twisted into a grin as he let the pants stay around the larger man’s ankles and he taunted him by reaching inside his boxers and curling a hand around the his erect cock. Jared’s large hands were roaming over his bare flesh and tweaking at a nipple when Jensen felt a cold nose snuffle at his leg. “Oh that’s it Jay, we have to move this to the bedroom, your hounds are not invited into our sex life.” Harley whined and dropped to his haunches and Sadie growled playfully.
Jensen steadied himself on the wall as he made his way into the bedroom and Jared hopped in, kicking his pants off as he went. Harley tugged at them with his teeth until they dropped free on the floor. The architect slammed the door leaving his dogs in the hallway and turned to flash a wicked smile at his lover.
Jensen sat on the bed, hooded gaze on Jared stalking toward him. He slid up the crisp, cool comforter and lay back, resting his head on the pile of stacked pillows. He bent his knees and splayed them wide and licked his full lips to a shine. He let his hand drift into his boxers to palm against his full, throbbing erection.
Jared stripped himself of his boxers tantalizingly slowly, enjoying the low groans it elicited. He crawled up the bed, bent over Jensen, sucking on his toes, kissing his shins and his knees and laving up the inside of his thighs. His hair fell over his face and onto Jensen’s skin, soft tendrils of sensation following it’s path. He pulled at the underwear with teeth and fingers, giving a whoop of achievement as he tossed them aside. He continued his tortuous journey up Jensen’s body, mouthing at his balls, briefly sucking on the head of his shaft and tracing a wet ring around the tip with his tongue. His own cock ground against it as his hips pushed downward and his mouth sucked raised purple marks on the firm flesh of his hips, chest and neck. He let himself enjoy every touch, every moan and squirm, it felt so right, so good, so pure, he could let himself believe that this man was all he ever needed, forever.
Jensen’s hips snapped upwards matching movement and pace as he lost himself in delicious sensation. He grabbed at Jared’s hair and tangled his hands in it, pulling his face toward him to lock lips, pushing his tongue hard into his mouth, lips clashing furiously as they tongue-fucked. He heard the snick of the lube cap, the rustle of a packet and felt a chill slide against his hole, he shivered in anticipation as fingers rubbed slickly around his rim. He hadn’t done this for a long time, Jared was more than proportional, fucking large, and he knew it would be tight, possibly painful at first, but he wanted the fullness. He wanted to feel everything that belonging with this man meant. He mewled into Jared’s mouth and squirmed to impale himself on the fingers on his rim. His arms moved to encircle Jared and caressed his ass, kneading and massaging it. “Please.” he whined.
“Bossy bottom.” murmured Jared, nuzzling against his neck. “Will you let me look after you the way you care for me?” They both understood he wasn’t just referring to sex. Jensen stared up through long lashes, green-gold eyes lit with desire and nodded. “Yes.” was all he said and it was all that was needed.
The younger man took his time, prepared him slowly, careful not to drag nails over sensitive flesh, opening him gradually and pressing his mouth firmly over his lover’s lips when he threatened and pleaded for him to increase his pace.
Time seemed to stop for Jensen as he felt the blunt pressure against his hole and a sharp nip on his shoulder as Jared breeched him. It was slow and slick, a delicious burn, letting him adjust and then driving into him again. He was full and uncomfortable, his muscles clenching tight, but there was no pain, just an overwhelming desire to take it deeper, push against this man. He lifted his hips and ground upwards and Jared groaned, low and blissed out. “Jesus Jen!”
“Christ, please, please just get on with it.” Jensen begged. Jared gave a smirk of his own and drove deep into him, grazing his prostate, filling him balls deep. Jensen’s hands fell to his side, grabbing at the sheets as he shouted “Jay, Jay, Jay.” Jensen pleaded and begged but Jared made love to him, deep, slow and sweet, driving him to scream and swear, simultaneous smiles and tears in his pleasure. Jared kissed his freckles and his nose, his neck and ears. The sweat ran down his abdomen and joined with the precome leaking from Jensen’s cock, stimulated by the easy friction against the firm body as they fucked.
Their breath grew ragged, movement uncoordinated and needy. Breath came in short pants as the brunette came first with one last deep thrust and a cry of exhilaration. He reached to take Jensen’s engorged member in his hand. His first touch was all it took to bring him off, milky fluid roping over his stomach, coating Jared’s fingers. He groaned Jensen’s name and was rewarded with a tired and garbled “You’re awesome.”
They fell to the sheets together and Jared pulled out carefully, disposing of the protection and wiping them gently with a towel. Jensen’s eyes were closing, his breath even. His hand curled into the larger hand, fingers entwining as he pulled Jared close. They lay side by side, facing each other and Jared placed a soft kiss on Jensen’s forehead. “You complete me.”
Jensen blinked his eyes open for a brief moment and smiled contentedly at him.
***
They dozed until late evening. Jensen woke first and nipped at his boyfriend’s ear till a hand came up to swat at him. “I believe there was a promise of dinner.”
Jared yawned and stretched. We should wash. You’ll need to dress warmly. I’ll lend you a thicker coat.”
“Coat?” Jensen was fully awake and sitting up now.
“I said no questions.”
“But..”
“No buts.” he kissed his cheek. "Bathroom!”
***
“We’re taking Harley and Sadie?” Jensen was incredulous.
“No questions.”
Jared haggled with a cab driver to take the dogs with them. Normally he would run but he didn’t want to tire Jensen. They got out at a dimly lit corner of the park and his babies strained at their leashes, whining in recognition. “It’s not far but they need their exercise. We’ll walk from here.” he said taking the detective’s hand.
Jensen released it and felt for his gun. Reassured he reached for the hand again and allowed himself to be guided by Jared. “Y’know. It’s not the classiest district.” he whispered.
“You’re safe with me.” he squeezed Jensen’s hand and they walked without a sliver of air between them.
Jensen saw the halo of foggy yellow light as they turned into the alley. The smell of onions and hotdogs wafted past him on curls of steam. There was a fast food stall surrounded by a gaggle of barely dressed, garishly painted girls who were giggling with a tall man in an apron, hair slicked back, mouth wide in a smile. “Oh man that smells good.” moaned Jensen.
“Best in the State. True fact.” said Jared pulling him further into the alley.
The crowd of girls parted to let them through. A slim blonde in hot-pants studied Jensen up and down. She shimmied close and batted her eyelashes suggestively. She blew smoke rings from a thin roll-up cigarette. “Oh my! Boys! There could be a generous discount if you fancied a threesome.”
Jared gave a genuine deep laugh. “Oh Molly. If only you were my type eh? We’re just here for the hotdogs.” He studied Jensen with a sideways glance and was relieved to see an expression of amusement rather than distaste.
“Buying him dinner Jay? This is a serious relationship.” The man in the apron tossed a towel over his shoulder and climbed into his van. He reached to the side of the refuse can and produced two misshapen wieners. He climbed back down his step and held one to Harley, the other to Sadie who took them delicately in their teeth, then wolfed them down in seconds. He washed his hands in the small sink at the back of his van and turned back to the couple. “What can I do for you Jay?”
“Two of the usual for me” he nudged Jensen with his elbow “What about you?”
“Just plain, with mustard and sauce and onions.”
“Two of that then, and two more, plain with sauce. Three coffees. Oh and fries.”
“Six hotdogs! Three coffees?” Jensen hissed in confusion.
“I said no questions. I‘ve met your family and dined with them. You‘ve met Megan on Skype, but tonight I get to take you out to dinner with the rest of my family.” They looked on as the vendor busied himself frying onions and grinding coffee. “This is Mick. He cooks the best street food you will ever find and he stays here all night selling it to those of us that need it most. It’s a cheap date too.”
Mick extended a hand to Jensen. The grip was firm and warm. “Pleased to meet you. A friend of Jay’s is always a friend of mine.”
“Jensen, ” he replied “and we’re a bit more than friends.” He squeezed his boyfriend into a tight hug.
The resulting smile on Mick’s face was wide, warm and genuine. “Is that so? Well that gets you a discount any time.” He busied himself depositing the food into a sturdy paper bag and handed the coffee to Jared in a cardboard holder. “You enjoy your evening boys.”
“Aw, leaving so soon.” Molly stubbed her cigarette out on a wall “ are you sure I can’t tempt you?”
“No.” chuckled Jared as he tugged his boyfriend away from the van. “You stay safe now girls.”
The dogs tugged on their leashes, leading the way in this familiar journey. “Now we go get the best seats.”
Jensen suppressed a shiver as they crossed the street and left the barely-lit sidewalk for the enveloping cloak of darkness within the park. Jared gave him a comforting squeeze. Your eyes will adjust in a moment, it’s really not unsafe here, the mutts are good guard dogs in this situation too." They were walking a gravel path, feet scrunching with the shifting stones below them. Jensen could just make out the solid shape of a bench to the side of the route and a lumpy shadow laid out on it. The lump moved and sat up as they got closer.
Jared disentangled himself from Jensen and moved ahead to greet the what was now coming into view as a grizzled old man in ragged clothes, a weather-beaten face and ripe odour. He scooted to the edge of the bench and patted the place beside him. Jensen sat, breathing shallowly but his nose was adjusting to the smell, it was a bit like walking into the men’s changing room at the gym, after a few minutes you don’t notice it.
Jared rustled in the paper bag and produced two hotdogs and handed them to the tramp. “Hal, I want you to meet my boyfriend. His name is Jensen. Jensen this is Hal. Times when I was small he was my Uncle Hal. Well I think you know about that.”
The old man’s glittering eyes considered the freckled detective for a long moment before he broke into a toothy smile. “Must be pretty darned special for you to bring him home to me boy. He‘s mighty fine lookin‘ too.” He took a large bite of hotdog and chewed enthusiastically with gums and what teeth remained. “So you won’t be needing me to look out for your dogs, no more.”
“No. I’m done with all that.” He gave Jensen his food and bit into his own.
“Oh. Ummmm. This is amazing.” the green-eyed man rolled his eyes and took another bite. “How does Mick not have his own diner?”
“Because he wants to be here, making sure street folk get food for a reasonable price. He’s a good guy. There’s a few cops on the night beat stop by, Misha included.”
“I hate him for not telling me about it.”
A small orange glow flared briefly in a space beyond the black shape of bushes and there was the indistinct murmur of voices. Jensen tensed, dropped his hotdog to his lap and reached for his gun. Jared stilled his arm. “Hey. It’s alright. It’s a meeting place. For people.” He dropped his head and couldn’t look his lover in the eye. “People like me.” His voice was thick with shame. “I thought you should know everything about me. Even this.”
“Dang boy!” Hal swore, looking between them, concern in his eyes. Harley shifted beneath them and pushed his nose onto his master’s lap, as if he sensed the sadness.
“I already knew Jay. Not the specifics but Milligan’s was a good pointer. Do you honestly think it matters to me?” He cupped the chiselled jaw and rubbed his thumb along his cheek. “You want confessions? What do you think I was doing in Milligan’s? It wasn’t a boyfriend I was meeting.”
Understanding bloomed in the hazel eyes “Why? You could have anyone you want?”
“I didn’t have the one person I really need.” He leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against the brunette’s in a faint delicate kiss. “That is you Jay.” They embraced for a deeper kiss, interrupted by a low cough from Hal and by Sadie making an audacious raid on the food in Jensen’s lap. He let Sadie finish her spoils and unfurled the paper bag to grab the rest of his meal.
They stayed and chatted. Hal dragged up several embarrassing incidents from Jared’s childhood and span tales of them hoodwinking child services that left their cheeks aching from laughter. Jensen saw Jared relaxed and sparkling with fun. He looked on with an outsider’s eyes, awed at the revelation, that despite the hardships these two had endured, they could nevertheless reminisce with such affection and joy.
They left Hal there, unrolling his sleeping bag, laying himself down on the unforgiving wood. Jensen pretended not to notice as the architect tucked a roll of money into the dilapidated satchel that Hal rested his head on. “We should find him something, a job and somewhere to stay.” Jensen said as they walked away.
His boyfriend sighed “If that's what he wanted, it would be easy. He doesn’t like being hemmed in. This is where he’s happy, under the stars, away from people. He’s content and no-one much bothers him. There’s a shelter takes him in when the nights are frosty but he prefers to be outside. It‘s not our place to force society on him.” The detective nodded, he’d seen others in his time, that couldn’t resist the lure of street life. It was never comfortable to accept, but ultimately it was their own choice.
They managed to stroll several blocks until the mutts were tired and Jared could see Jensen leaning heavily on his stick. “We should get a cab now.” There was another tousle with the taxi driver over a reasonable fare for his babies and then they were pressed up against each other on the warm vinyl seat of a car. “My flight is at 6.00 so I’ll drop you home.”
“I’ve got the gun. We’ll take you home first Baby.”
“ ’K. My interview is at 10.00, it’ll probably take about 30 minutes. The rest of the day you can reach me on my mobile. I’m taking the pay-as-you-go phone too, as a back up, it’ll be under my jacket. I promise I will keep in touch. Stop worrying.” he brushed his hand lightly over his face. “I love you, Jen.”
“Love you, Baby.”
The driver kept the meter running and tactfully studied a newspaper as the couple kissed goodnight. Jensen made him wait until Jared signaled OK from his apartment window.
He let himself into his own apartment and flopped on his couch. The space felt cold and impersonal. He thought of the still-empty second floor apartment at Madison House and wondered if he’d ever bother to redesign this one. His phone beeped with a received text and he checked it eagerly but it was from Misha. There was a short message with a picture of them at the food stand. “What the hell were you two thinking?” He clapped his hand to his head, they’d completely forgotten about their police tail. He hoped the vigilant officer had at least got a hotdog out of the deal.
Continued in Part 41 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/12277.html
Hmm this was a bit of a left turn too and I'm sorry if it makes the main storyline drag but my au J2 wouldn't let me continue until these little personal details were resolved. They are very demanding.
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Lia (Cheebles) is still with me for help & support for which I am very grateful (hugs)
Jared wasn’t in his office so Jensen buzzed through to his apartment from the main door. His welcome sounded frosty. Jensen crossed the lobby, it smelt of polish and baking and he relished the smell, reminding him of his first encounter with the building. He was given a rude awakening from the good memory when Jared opened his door and let him in without a hint of affection. He strode ahead of Jensen down the hallway to the living room and stood, arms crossed, back to Jensen.
“The news showed pictures.” he said coldly. “Is that why you moved here? Was she always a suspect? Was it your job to get close to us?”
“Was who a suspect Jay?”
“I saw her picture on your wall weeks ago, you said it was just convenient to include her, to help us. God I’m an idiot. I believed you.”
“Jay. I really am all at sea here. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Emma Painter. They showed a picture. You don’t want me going to Baltimore because you think Caitlin is Emma. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize her?”
“Jay. We don’t have a picture of Emma Painter, nothing more than a fuzzy back shot. How can we make any presumptions? And no, I moved here because I wanted to get away from my past, not run slap bang into the middle of it again. The way I recall my first week here, if it was my job to get close to you, I‘d be a piss poor detective and I‘m really not that bad at my job.”
“Is that why you didn’t want me to go. You think she’s going to turn psycho on me?”
“Whoa, hey. No.” Jensen was becoming annoyed. “First, what picture Jay? It’s important.”
“I DVR ed it.” He said flatly, but his arms uncrossed and he turned fractionally toward his boyfriend.
“Secondly, there was a moment where it crossed my mind, yes, but it’s not her. Forensics didn’t find any evidence for it and believe me they would have done.”
“But you checked and you never thought to tell me.”
“I couldn’t tell anyone. We didn’t want Laing knowing what we do or don’t have on him. Baby, please come here and look me in the eyes.” he begged the architect, eyes beseeching him.
Jared huffed and turned to him. “I want to believe you Jen, I do.”
Jensen crossed the room to him, took his hand and looked directly into his eyes, green on hazel. “I have never lied to you. I didn’t tell you everything about Emma because the liklihood of them being the same person was so small it fell into the realms of ridiculous. You didn’t need to worry about it. We’ve been following other avenues all this time and we may have found a lead on her today, a Kate Riordan, a construction safety consultant.”
Jared squeezed his hand. “Really?” he asked doubtfully “It’s just the picture, it looks so much like her.” He thought back to Caitlin’s comments the same afternoon and he let out a sigh. “Safety? That would make so much sense, with all the things she knows and does.” He pulled Jensen into him and bent to kiss him tenderly on his lips. “I’m sorry. I guess I panicked.”
“It’s OK I’ve been panicking too, it must be contagious. Can you play the recording for me? It could be important.”
He drew a sharp breath as the news station showed the picture they had obtained from the training division of a food hygiene company where Emma had completed a short course. If the picture was genuine, the likeness was startling but he thought he could discern minor discrepancies in skin tone, the shape of her eyes and lie of her ears. Of course photographs can be deceptive. He called the precinct briefly to ensure the picture was remanded from the news station with it’s source and authenticity confirmed. His phone rang almost as soon as he’d finished the call and he sighed. “Mama?” He rolled his eyes and took the call.
***
An hour later Jensen finally flipped the phone shut.
“They’re family. They’re worried about you. It‘s what they do.” Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen’s waist, resting his hands on the firm denim clad bum and leaned in to pepper kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
"Pa wouldn't speak to me." Jensen nestled his head in his lover’s shoulder and closed his eyes “You smell good.” he told him. “I still don’t want you to go.” he added quietly.
Jared laid a chaste kiss to the top of his mussed gold-brown hair. “I know, but I am going.”
“I know you are.” They stayed silent in the embrace for a long while before Jensen spoke again. “I was kinda wondering if you would do something for me. A bit different and I don‘t want to you to say yes if you have any doubts.”
Jared traced a hand up his spine and caressed the back of his neck with soft fingers. “Is it very kinky?” he licked one earlobe as Jensen slipped a hand down the back of his jeans, running a hand over the firm, smooth skin there.
“I want you to make love to me. Want you in me Jay.”
He stopped for a moment, his heart leaping in his chest. It was something he‘d thought about, wanted, almost from the start but felt unable to ask for, scared of a rebuttal. “I can do that. I’d love to do that. Yes.” he breathed heavily into Jensen's ear. “There is one condition.” He moved both his hands to undo the top buttons of Jensen’s shirt and his tongue laved a trail from the lobe of his ear to the V of his neck. “You have to let me take you out for dinner, no questions asked.”
“Mmm. That’s a condition? I can tell you’re playing real hard to get Jay.” He pulled Jared’s hips to him and snapped his own to grind against him.
“Unghh. No questions asked, remember.”
“Just one more. Do I get to have you as the starter?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Jared finished unbuttoning Jensen’s shirt and they pulled it over his arms, struggling in their haste. He leaned his head down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, then made a hot wet trail to the other firm nub and flicked it with his tongue. He looked slyly upward into the lusty green eyes. “You taste so good.”
Jensen moaned and grabbed the waistband at the front of Jared’s jeans. “Bedroom. Now!”
“You’re a Toppy bottom!”
“Mmm, nngh.” He attached his lips to the expanse of flesh below Jared’s chin and sucked a livid red mark, by his Adam’s apple.
Jared responded by unbuckling his boyfriend’s belt, undoing his fly and pushing his jeans down, helping him out and leaving them trailing on the floor. Jensen returned the favor but his pink lips twisted into a grin as he let the pants stay around the larger man’s ankles and he taunted him by reaching inside his boxers and curling a hand around the his erect cock. Jared’s large hands were roaming over his bare flesh and tweaking at a nipple when Jensen felt a cold nose snuffle at his leg. “Oh that’s it Jay, we have to move this to the bedroom, your hounds are not invited into our sex life.” Harley whined and dropped to his haunches and Sadie growled playfully.
Jensen steadied himself on the wall as he made his way into the bedroom and Jared hopped in, kicking his pants off as he went. Harley tugged at them with his teeth until they dropped free on the floor. The architect slammed the door leaving his dogs in the hallway and turned to flash a wicked smile at his lover.
Jensen sat on the bed, hooded gaze on Jared stalking toward him. He slid up the crisp, cool comforter and lay back, resting his head on the pile of stacked pillows. He bent his knees and splayed them wide and licked his full lips to a shine. He let his hand drift into his boxers to palm against his full, throbbing erection.
Jared stripped himself of his boxers tantalizingly slowly, enjoying the low groans it elicited. He crawled up the bed, bent over Jensen, sucking on his toes, kissing his shins and his knees and laving up the inside of his thighs. His hair fell over his face and onto Jensen’s skin, soft tendrils of sensation following it’s path. He pulled at the underwear with teeth and fingers, giving a whoop of achievement as he tossed them aside. He continued his tortuous journey up Jensen’s body, mouthing at his balls, briefly sucking on the head of his shaft and tracing a wet ring around the tip with his tongue. His own cock ground against it as his hips pushed downward and his mouth sucked raised purple marks on the firm flesh of his hips, chest and neck. He let himself enjoy every touch, every moan and squirm, it felt so right, so good, so pure, he could let himself believe that this man was all he ever needed, forever.
Jensen’s hips snapped upwards matching movement and pace as he lost himself in delicious sensation. He grabbed at Jared’s hair and tangled his hands in it, pulling his face toward him to lock lips, pushing his tongue hard into his mouth, lips clashing furiously as they tongue-fucked. He heard the snick of the lube cap, the rustle of a packet and felt a chill slide against his hole, he shivered in anticipation as fingers rubbed slickly around his rim. He hadn’t done this for a long time, Jared was more than proportional, fucking large, and he knew it would be tight, possibly painful at first, but he wanted the fullness. He wanted to feel everything that belonging with this man meant. He mewled into Jared’s mouth and squirmed to impale himself on the fingers on his rim. His arms moved to encircle Jared and caressed his ass, kneading and massaging it. “Please.” he whined.
“Bossy bottom.” murmured Jared, nuzzling against his neck. “Will you let me look after you the way you care for me?” They both understood he wasn’t just referring to sex. Jensen stared up through long lashes, green-gold eyes lit with desire and nodded. “Yes.” was all he said and it was all that was needed.
The younger man took his time, prepared him slowly, careful not to drag nails over sensitive flesh, opening him gradually and pressing his mouth firmly over his lover’s lips when he threatened and pleaded for him to increase his pace.
Time seemed to stop for Jensen as he felt the blunt pressure against his hole and a sharp nip on his shoulder as Jared breeched him. It was slow and slick, a delicious burn, letting him adjust and then driving into him again. He was full and uncomfortable, his muscles clenching tight, but there was no pain, just an overwhelming desire to take it deeper, push against this man. He lifted his hips and ground upwards and Jared groaned, low and blissed out. “Jesus Jen!”
“Christ, please, please just get on with it.” Jensen begged. Jared gave a smirk of his own and drove deep into him, grazing his prostate, filling him balls deep. Jensen’s hands fell to his side, grabbing at the sheets as he shouted “Jay, Jay, Jay.” Jensen pleaded and begged but Jared made love to him, deep, slow and sweet, driving him to scream and swear, simultaneous smiles and tears in his pleasure. Jared kissed his freckles and his nose, his neck and ears. The sweat ran down his abdomen and joined with the precome leaking from Jensen’s cock, stimulated by the easy friction against the firm body as they fucked.
Their breath grew ragged, movement uncoordinated and needy. Breath came in short pants as the brunette came first with one last deep thrust and a cry of exhilaration. He reached to take Jensen’s engorged member in his hand. His first touch was all it took to bring him off, milky fluid roping over his stomach, coating Jared’s fingers. He groaned Jensen’s name and was rewarded with a tired and garbled “You’re awesome.”
They fell to the sheets together and Jared pulled out carefully, disposing of the protection and wiping them gently with a towel. Jensen’s eyes were closing, his breath even. His hand curled into the larger hand, fingers entwining as he pulled Jared close. They lay side by side, facing each other and Jared placed a soft kiss on Jensen’s forehead. “You complete me.”
Jensen blinked his eyes open for a brief moment and smiled contentedly at him.
***
They dozed until late evening. Jensen woke first and nipped at his boyfriend’s ear till a hand came up to swat at him. “I believe there was a promise of dinner.”
Jared yawned and stretched. We should wash. You’ll need to dress warmly. I’ll lend you a thicker coat.”
“Coat?” Jensen was fully awake and sitting up now.
“I said no questions.”
“But..”
“No buts.” he kissed his cheek. "Bathroom!”
***
“We’re taking Harley and Sadie?” Jensen was incredulous.
“No questions.”
Jared haggled with a cab driver to take the dogs with them. Normally he would run but he didn’t want to tire Jensen. They got out at a dimly lit corner of the park and his babies strained at their leashes, whining in recognition. “It’s not far but they need their exercise. We’ll walk from here.” he said taking the detective’s hand.
Jensen released it and felt for his gun. Reassured he reached for the hand again and allowed himself to be guided by Jared. “Y’know. It’s not the classiest district.” he whispered.
“You’re safe with me.” he squeezed Jensen’s hand and they walked without a sliver of air between them.
Jensen saw the halo of foggy yellow light as they turned into the alley. The smell of onions and hotdogs wafted past him on curls of steam. There was a fast food stall surrounded by a gaggle of barely dressed, garishly painted girls who were giggling with a tall man in an apron, hair slicked back, mouth wide in a smile. “Oh man that smells good.” moaned Jensen.
“Best in the State. True fact.” said Jared pulling him further into the alley.
The crowd of girls parted to let them through. A slim blonde in hot-pants studied Jensen up and down. She shimmied close and batted her eyelashes suggestively. She blew smoke rings from a thin roll-up cigarette. “Oh my! Boys! There could be a generous discount if you fancied a threesome.”
Jared gave a genuine deep laugh. “Oh Molly. If only you were my type eh? We’re just here for the hotdogs.” He studied Jensen with a sideways glance and was relieved to see an expression of amusement rather than distaste.
“Buying him dinner Jay? This is a serious relationship.” The man in the apron tossed a towel over his shoulder and climbed into his van. He reached to the side of the refuse can and produced two misshapen wieners. He climbed back down his step and held one to Harley, the other to Sadie who took them delicately in their teeth, then wolfed them down in seconds. He washed his hands in the small sink at the back of his van and turned back to the couple. “What can I do for you Jay?”
“Two of the usual for me” he nudged Jensen with his elbow “What about you?”
“Just plain, with mustard and sauce and onions.”
“Two of that then, and two more, plain with sauce. Three coffees. Oh and fries.”
“Six hotdogs! Three coffees?” Jensen hissed in confusion.
“I said no questions. I‘ve met your family and dined with them. You‘ve met Megan on Skype, but tonight I get to take you out to dinner with the rest of my family.” They looked on as the vendor busied himself frying onions and grinding coffee. “This is Mick. He cooks the best street food you will ever find and he stays here all night selling it to those of us that need it most. It’s a cheap date too.”
Mick extended a hand to Jensen. The grip was firm and warm. “Pleased to meet you. A friend of Jay’s is always a friend of mine.”
“Jensen, ” he replied “and we’re a bit more than friends.” He squeezed his boyfriend into a tight hug.
The resulting smile on Mick’s face was wide, warm and genuine. “Is that so? Well that gets you a discount any time.” He busied himself depositing the food into a sturdy paper bag and handed the coffee to Jared in a cardboard holder. “You enjoy your evening boys.”
“Aw, leaving so soon.” Molly stubbed her cigarette out on a wall “ are you sure I can’t tempt you?”
“No.” chuckled Jared as he tugged his boyfriend away from the van. “You stay safe now girls.”
The dogs tugged on their leashes, leading the way in this familiar journey. “Now we go get the best seats.”
Jensen suppressed a shiver as they crossed the street and left the barely-lit sidewalk for the enveloping cloak of darkness within the park. Jared gave him a comforting squeeze. Your eyes will adjust in a moment, it’s really not unsafe here, the mutts are good guard dogs in this situation too." They were walking a gravel path, feet scrunching with the shifting stones below them. Jensen could just make out the solid shape of a bench to the side of the route and a lumpy shadow laid out on it. The lump moved and sat up as they got closer.
Jared disentangled himself from Jensen and moved ahead to greet the what was now coming into view as a grizzled old man in ragged clothes, a weather-beaten face and ripe odour. He scooted to the edge of the bench and patted the place beside him. Jensen sat, breathing shallowly but his nose was adjusting to the smell, it was a bit like walking into the men’s changing room at the gym, after a few minutes you don’t notice it.
Jared rustled in the paper bag and produced two hotdogs and handed them to the tramp. “Hal, I want you to meet my boyfriend. His name is Jensen. Jensen this is Hal. Times when I was small he was my Uncle Hal. Well I think you know about that.”
The old man’s glittering eyes considered the freckled detective for a long moment before he broke into a toothy smile. “Must be pretty darned special for you to bring him home to me boy. He‘s mighty fine lookin‘ too.” He took a large bite of hotdog and chewed enthusiastically with gums and what teeth remained. “So you won’t be needing me to look out for your dogs, no more.”
“No. I’m done with all that.” He gave Jensen his food and bit into his own.
“Oh. Ummmm. This is amazing.” the green-eyed man rolled his eyes and took another bite. “How does Mick not have his own diner?”
“Because he wants to be here, making sure street folk get food for a reasonable price. He’s a good guy. There’s a few cops on the night beat stop by, Misha included.”
“I hate him for not telling me about it.”
A small orange glow flared briefly in a space beyond the black shape of bushes and there was the indistinct murmur of voices. Jensen tensed, dropped his hotdog to his lap and reached for his gun. Jared stilled his arm. “Hey. It’s alright. It’s a meeting place. For people.” He dropped his head and couldn’t look his lover in the eye. “People like me.” His voice was thick with shame. “I thought you should know everything about me. Even this.”
“Dang boy!” Hal swore, looking between them, concern in his eyes. Harley shifted beneath them and pushed his nose onto his master’s lap, as if he sensed the sadness.
“I already knew Jay. Not the specifics but Milligan’s was a good pointer. Do you honestly think it matters to me?” He cupped the chiselled jaw and rubbed his thumb along his cheek. “You want confessions? What do you think I was doing in Milligan’s? It wasn’t a boyfriend I was meeting.”
Understanding bloomed in the hazel eyes “Why? You could have anyone you want?”
“I didn’t have the one person I really need.” He leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against the brunette’s in a faint delicate kiss. “That is you Jay.” They embraced for a deeper kiss, interrupted by a low cough from Hal and by Sadie making an audacious raid on the food in Jensen’s lap. He let Sadie finish her spoils and unfurled the paper bag to grab the rest of his meal.
They stayed and chatted. Hal dragged up several embarrassing incidents from Jared’s childhood and span tales of them hoodwinking child services that left their cheeks aching from laughter. Jensen saw Jared relaxed and sparkling with fun. He looked on with an outsider’s eyes, awed at the revelation, that despite the hardships these two had endured, they could nevertheless reminisce with such affection and joy.
They left Hal there, unrolling his sleeping bag, laying himself down on the unforgiving wood. Jensen pretended not to notice as the architect tucked a roll of money into the dilapidated satchel that Hal rested his head on. “We should find him something, a job and somewhere to stay.” Jensen said as they walked away.
His boyfriend sighed “If that's what he wanted, it would be easy. He doesn’t like being hemmed in. This is where he’s happy, under the stars, away from people. He’s content and no-one much bothers him. There’s a shelter takes him in when the nights are frosty but he prefers to be outside. It‘s not our place to force society on him.” The detective nodded, he’d seen others in his time, that couldn’t resist the lure of street life. It was never comfortable to accept, but ultimately it was their own choice.
They managed to stroll several blocks until the mutts were tired and Jared could see Jensen leaning heavily on his stick. “We should get a cab now.” There was another tousle with the taxi driver over a reasonable fare for his babies and then they were pressed up against each other on the warm vinyl seat of a car. “My flight is at 6.00 so I’ll drop you home.”
“I’ve got the gun. We’ll take you home first Baby.”
“ ’K. My interview is at 10.00, it’ll probably take about 30 minutes. The rest of the day you can reach me on my mobile. I’m taking the pay-as-you-go phone too, as a back up, it’ll be under my jacket. I promise I will keep in touch. Stop worrying.” he brushed his hand lightly over his face. “I love you, Jen.”
“Love you, Baby.”
The driver kept the meter running and tactfully studied a newspaper as the couple kissed goodnight. Jensen made him wait until Jared signaled OK from his apartment window.
He let himself into his own apartment and flopped on his couch. The space felt cold and impersonal. He thought of the still-empty second floor apartment at Madison House and wondered if he’d ever bother to redesign this one. His phone beeped with a received text and he checked it eagerly but it was from Misha. There was a short message with a picture of them at the food stand. “What the hell were you two thinking?” He clapped his hand to his head, they’d completely forgotten about their police tail. He hoped the vigilant officer had at least got a hotdog out of the deal.
Continued in Part 41 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/12277.html
Hmm this was a bit of a left turn too and I'm sorry if it makes the main storyline drag but my au J2 wouldn't let me continue until these little personal details were resolved. They are very demanding.