The Dallas Deception: Part 4
Part Three
August 26, 2007, San Juan, Puerto Rico
Once Jared showed up at his townhouse, Jensen didn’t waste any time. By dawn, he had cruise tickets and the plane tickets to get them to Puerto Rico. By 8:00 a.m., he’d called in a favor with the senior partner of the firm, gotten them both another week off work to make up for the vacation they’d missed.
Jared’s head is still spinning, but he’s giddy as they walk down the hallway toward their cabin on the ship.
“Home sweet home,” Jensen says, flinging open the door.
And Jared blinks, because the room-cabin-is small. It’s tiny. Jared’s not even sure he’s going to be able fit inside the room.
“Fucking small isn’t it?” Jensen laughs. “I’ve never stayed in a standard cabin before-I always get a suite. But they were all taken. Imagine that.”
“Um. Yeah.” Jared looks at the twin beds. “Looks cozy.”
***
Their first dinner on the cruise is perfect to Jared.
He can get second helpings without looking like a pig-he just asks to sample the filet mignon and the shrimp pasta, and instead of rolling his eyes, the waiter smiles at him likes it’s the best idea ever. He tries out three of the deserts, including the Baked Alaska, which he’s never had before. After they’re both finally stuffed, Jensen leads him out onto one of the lower decks, away from the loud middle-aged couples and the drunken newlyweds.
Jared didn’t really have time to think about the ship, or what it would be like. But he stares out into the expanse of the ocean, blackness surrounding him and he thinks, for the first time since Jensen confronted him, that maybe this arrangement Jensen cooked up wasn’t such a bad idea.
Then Jensen’s behind him, his hand warm on Jared’s back. Jared feels him step closer, sees Jensen turn his head and look to make sure no one’s nearby. He whispers in Jared’s ear, “I don’t have any idea how people might react to two guys on here, so I figured we should be discreet. But right now I really don’t care so much.”
The air sweeping up off the ocean water is cool, but it’s Jensen’s touch and Jensen’s words that make Jared shiver. He doesn’t speak, but he answers by scooting closer, just barely leaning into Jensen’s side.
Jensen sighs, and it sounds relaxed, content, and he slides his hand down, then up under Jared’s suit jacket until it’s resting against his shirt. Jensen rubs his palm against Jared’s back in small circles, and Jared can feel the heat through the fabric.
Jensen sways slightly, with the motion of the ship; his lips skim across Jared’s ear. “I want you.”
Jared closes his eyes, gripping the railing as the ship rolls gently over a large wave. He can’t believe he’s here, with Jensen of all people, on a cruise ship. And he can’t believe the words that come out of his mouth next. “Do you want-” Jared pauses, exhales. “To go back to the room?” he asks, finishing the rest of the sentence in a rush.
Jensen’s hand goes still, and Jared squeezes the rail so tightly his hands ache, but then Jensen’s rubbing again, and he’s right up next to Jared’s ear, voice sultry and low. “I thought you’d never ask.”
***
Jensen doesn’t remember the walk back to the cabin, but here they are, Jared and Jensen, finally completely alone in a room so small they have no choice but to get in bed.
Jensen really likes that choice.
He doesn’t want to push, but he’s been hard since dinner, watching Jared smile and talk and eat. Jensen thinks about the way Jared looked licking the raspberry sauce off the end of his fork, and Jensen snaps, all the self-control he’s been exercising around Jared for the past few months, gone. He jerks forward, grabs Jared’s waist and pulls him in, covers Jared’s mouth with his own. Jensen’s licking across Jared’s mouth, reaching down to grab his ass and pull him even closer, when he realizes that Jared isn’t kissing him back, not really.
Jared’s not resisting, his mouth is slightly open, but his body is tense and his fingers are clutching Jensen’s shoulders so hard it hurts.
“Hey. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Jared smiles. “Don’t stop.”
“Okay, but you’re gonna have to join me here, or I’ll think you don’t want it.”
“Sorry. I do.” Jared’s cheeks are red. "Want it I mean.”
“Just wanna get you naked,” Jensen breathes against Jared’s ear. “Wanna get this tie off,” he says, tugging at it until he’s unraveling the knot and throwing it to the floor. “Wanna get all this off, and have you laid out on the bed so I can look at you-“
Jensen stops abruptly. Jared’s breathing faster now, but he’s hardly panting. It sounds more like he’s gulping for air, and he’s trembling slightly. “Am I coming on too strong?” he asks, hoping that Jared’s not going to change his mind.
Jared sags against Jensen, wilting in his arms. “This is going to sound so incredibly stupid.”
“Just tell me,” Jensen says, wrapping his arms tight around Jared’s waist, hugging him close.
“I’ve-” Jared buries his face in Jensen’s neck, mumbles. “I’ve uh, never done anything.”
“What do you mean?” Jensen rubs his back, his hand moving across the fabric of Jared’s jacket. “You’ve never been with a guy?” he asks, thinking of those bastards Tony and James, and how they probably biased Jared against sleeping with guys.
Jared pulls away from him, sinks down onto the nearest twin bed. He picks up the towel from the end of the bed, the one the cabin steward had fashioned into a bunny. “I haven’t been with a guy or a girl.” Jared’s voice is barely a whisper. “Not all the way.”
Jensen chokes, feels his mouth fall open. He stands across from Jared, watches him twist the ear of the terrycloth rabbit. “You’ve got to be joking.”
Jared slumps forward, the towel hanging limply in his hands. He stares at the floor. “I’m not.”
Jensen is really fucking shocked. He believed Jared, about Tony and James, how he didn’t mess around with them, how he stopped it before things went too far, but he had no idea that Jared was a-Jensen almost can’t comprehend the word-a virgin.
Jared is a virgin.
Jensen rubs his face, realizes his mouth is still open.
He tries to process this new information. He’s got Jared, who is a virgin, alone in a room on a goddamn cruise.
Jensen starts feeling guilty, until his eyes focus on the line of Jared’s neck, flushed pink from his admission.
Now he feels guilty, but he’s also as hard as a rock.
“Okay.” Jensen blows out a breath, trying to calm himself.
“I don’t know what to do,” Jared says.
Jared sounds so miserable that Jensen quits gaping and kneels in front of him. “Hey.” Jensen scoots close, rubs one hand over Jared’s knee, touches his cheek. “Don’t worry. You’re good at everything you do-this’ll come easy.”
Jared leans into him, sighing, his voice shaky. “You really think so?”
“Of course.” Jensen moves up from his spot on the floor and sits on the bed next to Jared, wrapping his arm around Jared’s shoulders, hoping his words sink in, because he means every bit of what he’s saying. “You’re smart, athletic, and Jared, you are insanely hot,” Jensen says, giving Jared a peck on the cheek.
Jared laughs, still shaky. “No one’s ever really laid it all out like that.”
“You’ll probably get sick of hearing it from me.” Jensen kisses Jared’s temple, speaking against his skin.
“You don’t mind?”
“Mind?” Jensen can’t believe Jared would think that he minded. Of course, Jensen did blackmail him, so he can’t exactly complain that Jared thinks he’s a bastard. “Of course I don’t mind.”
“Okay then.” Jared takes a deep breath, puts his hand over Jensen’s. “I’m ready.”
Jensen feels his heartbeat speed up, and he wants nothing more than to throw Jared down across the bed, but he forces himself to stay calm. Jared hasn’t done this before; Jensen needs to show some restraint. He mirrors Jared’s deep breath, inhaling the scent of Jared’s aftershave.
“Are you sure you want this? Right now?” Jensen asks, hoping even as he says the words that Jared will still want to keep going. “We can wait.”
“No.” Jared shakes his head, firm. “No more waiting-I’ve been waiting my whole life,” he says, and he turns sideways on the bed.
As Jared leans forward, Jensen’s ready for the kiss, in fact he’s practically ready to come just thinking about Jared’s lips on his, but he’s not expecting Jared to do this: Jared’s hands on the side of Jensen’s face, his fingers rubbing slowly in the short hair above Jensen’s ears as he presses his mouth into Jensen’s.
“You’ve done that before,” Jensen says, breathing hard. He and Jared have kissed, but not like this. Jensen’s head is spinning. Fuck.
“Yeah. A couple of times, but that’s it,” Jared says, not letting go of Jensen’s head, and then his mouth is back on Jensen’s, tongue pushing forward into Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen is surprised at what an aggressive kisser Jared is. He supposes he’d always thought virgin equaled shy, but that isn’t the case at all, because now Jared’s fingers are pressing harder against Jensen’s scalp, and his thumbs are rubbing down across Jensen’s jaw line.
Jensen has never in his life been kissed like this before.
It’s a really pansy-ass pussy thing to think, but Jensen feels like he’s going to melt.
He relaxes against Jared, lets him take the lead. Jared keeps going, still rubbing Jensen’s face with his thumbs, then Jared’s tilting his head to the side more, licking into Jensen’s mouth farther, his tongue cool and sweet, the taste of raspberry sauce lingering.
Jensen would feel silly if he weren’t so fucking turned on, because god, he’s getting dizzy with want, and if he doesn’t lie down he’s going to pass out. He sheds his jacket, tugs Jared’s off too. He falls backward on the bed, yanking Jared with him, and Jared’s mouth doesn’t leave Jensen’s.
They struggle for a minute, shifting and trying to get comfortable, and Jared’s on top of him, covering his entire body. Jensen closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of Jared’s weight, sucks in a deep breath when he feels the hard line of Jared’s cock against his leg.
Jensen’s mid-moan when Jared slides off of him, curling into a heap next to him. “Jared?” he asks, barely able to form the words. “Do you want to stop?”
“No.” Jared’s voice is barely audible. “But I-“ Jared bites his lip. “I don’t know what to do next.” He puts his hand on Jensen’s chest. “Show me.”
Jensen digs his fingernails into his palms to steady himself, to keep from coming right there in his suit pants. “Yeah, okay.” He rolls onto his side, pulls Jared up to face him, both of them stretched out along the narrow twin bed. He angles his head so they’re both lying on the pillow and starts kissing Jared again.
The tension leaves Jared’s body and he’s back to kissing Jensen like he’s been doing it all his life. Jensen lets him kiss, and Jared’s got one arm under Jensen, wrapped loosely around his back, and the other is on his face, drawing small patterns around his hairline.
Jensen shivers at how that makes him feel, almost lost in the sensation, but pulls himself together. He’s got to remember that Jared’s the virgin here. But that’s damn hard when the boy is making him weak in the knees.
Jensen starts slow, puts one hand on Jared’s shoulder, squeezes it softly, rubs his hand around. He shifts until they’re lying melded together, until he can feel the bulge of Jared’s cock again, until he’s sure Jared can feel Jensen’s erection as well.
Jared moans into his mouth, his hands moving to clutch at Jensen’s arms.
“Mmm. You taste so good,” Jensen says, hoping his tone will distract Jared, keep him from freaking out. “I’ve dreamed about kissing you,” he says, moving his hand down to Jared’s ass. “But this is so much better than I imagined.”
Jared shivers in response, trembling under Jensen’s hand.
“Shh. You don’t have to talk, just enjoy this. Relax, but tell me to stop if you want, okay?” Jensen says as he rubs his hand over Jared’s ass, making warm circles across the fabric of his pants.
Jared nods, shifts closer to Jensen, and their cocks are lined up, thick and hot.
Jensen wants to take this slow, to spend hours and days and weeks and months making out with Jared, but they’ve been dancing around each other for so long, and Jensen’s dying for more. “Can I touch you?” he murmurs against Jared’s ear, licking along the edge.
“God, yes,” Jared says, bucking against him, panting.
Jensen’s eyes nearly roll back in his head as Jared’s cock presses firmly against his own, and he growls, reaching down to unbutton Jared’s pants. Slow, he thinks, slow and easy, but Jesus, it’s hard.
He realizes they’re still fully clothed and stops, wanting to do this right. He moves his hands back up to Jared’s chest, starts at the top of his white dress shirt. He eases the little plastic button out of the hole, leaning in to nuzzle Jared’s neck. He licks Jared’s neck, bites at the same spot, then kisses over it as he moves down his shirt, second, third, fourth button until it’s finally open. He pulls back, pushing Jared’s shirt apart, running his hands across the smooth muscle of his chest.
He rubs a fingertip over Jared’s nipples, one at a time, watches Jared’s face. Jared’s eyes are squeezed shut, so Jensen stops briefly. “You okay?” he asks.
“Perfect,” Jared breathes, cracking his eyes open. “Don’t stop.”
That sounds just fine to Jensen so he goes back to staring at Jared’s chest, fingers making light touches across his abs, down to his bellybutton. He eases Jared onto his back, kneels next to him, kissing Jared’s nipples as he goes, watching Jared arch up against him with a low moan.
He darts his tongue out, licks one nipple gently, then the other, and Jared’s writhing now, eyes still closed.
Jensen spreads his palms out, runs them all the way down Jared’s torso until they land on his waist. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, grazing the back of his hand across Jared’s stomach. Now, he thinks, and he undoes Jared’s pants, sliding them down off his hips, leaving Jared’s boxers on. He’s considering what to do next when Jared grabs his arms and forces him back down, wiggling until they’re both lying on their sides again, facing each other.
“Stop worrying,” Jared says, biting Jensen’s lip. “Just touch me.”
Jensen can do that. Oh Jesus Christ, can he do that, he thinks, as Jared stops biting and licks his way into Jensen’s mouth. He grabs Jared’s ass again, trails his hand lower and tugs Jared’s thigh in between his knees, tangling their legs together.
He fits his arm in between them, working his hand down into Jared’s boxers, wrapping his fingers around Jared’s cock. This isn’t the first guy Jensen’s touched, far from it, but it might as well be the way Jensen’s stomach lurches and twists, Jared’s erection hot and thick in his hand.
“Fuck,” Jared mutters against Jensen’s lips, rocking into Jensen, his voice rough with wonder as Jensen tightens his grip and pulls, making steady strokes up and down Jared’s cock. Jared’s moaning now, unintelligible words into Jensen’s mouth, kissing him at the same time.
Jensen opens his mouth wider, lets Jared attack him, shove his tongue inside harder as he gathers precome from the tip of Jared’s cock, slides his palm down and up again, twisting as he reaches the head. Jensen feels Jared’s mouth go slack, feels the muscles in his legs tense.
Jensen pulls back and watches Jared’s full-body shudder, watches his face as he comes.
Jensen stares with awe-he’ll do anything to see Jared like this again.
August 27, 2007
They’re riding in an open-air truck along the coast of St. John when Jared asks, “Do you still want to hear about it?”
Jensen has no idea what Jared’s referring to. He’s busy ignoring the scenery in favor of running his palm over Jared’s back, relishing the hard muscles that stretch across his shoulders under his thin blue t-shirt. “Hear about what?”
“Um. How an insanely hot guy,” Jared stops and blushes as he repeats Jensen’s words back to him, “gets to be twenty-five years old without getting laid?”
“I do if you want to tell me.”
“My home life growing up was really bad. Sex and drugs and alcohol-it’s like an episode of Jerry Springer, only it’s not funny. All the random hook-ups, the affairs, the STDs, and the babies they didn’t want.” Jared runs a hand through his hair, then taps his fingers against his leg. “My cousin got pregnant-she barely knew the guy. He ended up shaking the baby until she died.”
“Jesus.” Jensen’s seen families like that; he clerked at the prosecutor’s office after all, but he’s never known anyone personally who acted like that. He understands now why Jared’s so cautious.
“That’s the kind of family I have. That’s what I grew up with, and I learned that sex only leads to problems. I knew I didn’t want that.”
“So you decided to just stay away from all of it.”
“Pretty much, you know, until all that other stuff happened at my last firm. But that just convinced me that I’d been right to avoid it.”
Jared looks away, staring down through the trees as they round the corner toward Cruz Bay, and Jensen takes that as a sign that Jared doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. “Look at how clear the water is,” Jensen says, pointing to the beach, hoping to distract Jared, hoping he can shake the melancholy look off his face.
“Wow.” Jared’s eyes light up. “It’s like glass.”
“It’s a national park, so the government restricts who and what can-“ Jensen stops talking as Jared laughs out loud.
“You sound like a tour guide, man. Where’s the microphone?”
Jensen blushes. “Hey, you knew I was a dork when you met me.”
“Yeah, I did.” Jared leans into Jensen, kisses him on cheek. “I like dorks.”
Jensen feels himself blush and thanks god that he’s managed not to get hard yet. “You want to snorkel?” he asks as they climb out of the truck.
“I actually had something else in mind.”
Jensen nearly chokes for the second time in two days. He has to cover himself with his beach towel-so much for avoiding getting turned on. Jared’s expression has him so hard that his swimsuit’s already standing away from his body. “Damn,” he says under his breath. “Yeah. I can handle that.”
***
Jared leads them through the trees, away from the nearly deserted beach and unrolls his towel, flat out on the sand. He shoves Jensen to the ground, pinning him.
“Aggressive,” Jensen says, once he looks like he’s recovered from the shock of Jared manhandling him.
“Too much?” Jared asks, feeling his forehead scrunch up. He starts to pull away, but Jensen grips his wrist.
“No. Not at all.” Jensen hooks a leg around Jared’s calf and pulls him down closer. “I like it.”
“Good,” Jared says. “I’m just doing what feels right, like you said.”
“It’s a good thing I give such good advice then.”
“Shut up,” Jared says, fitting his mouth over Jensen’s, wondering vaguely if anyone can see them, but deciding he doesn’t really care.
If their time together yesterday was slow and gentle, this is anything but. And Jared’s got no problem with that.
He’s already hard, straining against his shorts, and he grinds down into Jensen, rubbing his cock across Jensen’s upper thigh, back and forth.
Jensen arches up into him, moaning. “Talk to me,” he says, “I fucking love your voice.”
And then Jared starts to talk, his words spilling out in a low heated tone, every word holding a hint of the burning rolling through his body.
“God, Jensen. I don’t know why I waited so long for this, with you. I fucking can’t get enough of you.” Jared moves his head from Jensen’s lips, bites all over Jensen’s neck. “You make me want to just-“ Jared crawls down, bites Jensen’s collarbone. “I just want to have you. Never felt like this before.”
“Christ, Jared. You can do whatever you want, have anything you want.”
Jared pushes himself up onto his elbows, staring down at Jensen spread out beneath him. His eyes are half closed, his pale creamy skin contrasted against his navy-blue swim shorts, his erection visible under the fabric.
“I want you naked,” Jared says, tugging at Jensen’s shorts.
Jensen sits up halfway, looks shocked. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Jared says as he gets the pants down around Jensen’s knees, as he catches his first view of Jensen’s cock curving up toward his abs. “I think I’m pretty fucking sure.”
He knows Jensen’s probably worried that they’re going too fast-hell, last night was the first time they even did anything more than kiss, and Jensen had done all the work, jacking Jared off and then just rocking against Jared until he came himself, but now it’s Jared’s turn.
He wants to taste Jensen.
Jared has no idea where all this is coming from, if it was always buried somewhere inside of him, waiting to surface, or if it’s just Jensen that’s driving him insane, but at this point he really doesn’t care. The need to be with Jensen, to touch him and feel him, flows through Jared, makes him loose and relaxed and more uninhibited than he’s ever been.
He crawls back up, whispers in Jensen’s ear. “I want you in my mouth.”
Jensen grabs at Jared’s waist, his thumbs flirting over Jared’s hipbones, pressing in, squeezing, and Jared takes that as a yes. He moves down, kissing and licking against Jensen’s skin, too frantic to waste much time on anything but Jensen’s cock.
Jared arranges himself on his knees, ducks his head. He takes Jensen’s cock in his hand, his heartbeat racing at the feel of it, hard and heavy against his palm. He wraps his fingers, applying pressure, and then licks, tasting the tip.
Jensen bucks up off the sand, twisting, rumpling the towel. “Jared. Fuck,” he cries out.
“Good?” Jared asks, smiling up at Jensen quickly before he lowers his head again, taking Jensen’s cock into his mouth. Jensen’s moaning louder now, making noises that resemble “oh Jesus,” and “god, yes,” and the sounds are making Jared harder than he’s ever been, but he ignores his own erection in favor of Jensen’s.
He concentrates on the feel of it, warm and smooth on the surface, hard heat underneath. The taste is new, salty and hard to categorize, but it’s not bad at all-Jensen’s clean; Jared still smells traces of the minty soap from the cabin bathroom.
He isn’t sure what rhythm works best, but he knows the basics from watching porn here and there. He moves his mouth up and down over the head, stopping to lick every now and then, and grips the base of Jensen’s cock firmly, stroking up and down and he moves his mouth, lost in the sensation.
Then Jensen’s writhing, speaking loudly, tugging at Jared’s hair. ‘I’m going to come,’ Jared hears him say, but Jared doesn’t pull off, he wants this, wants all of it, so he braces himself as Jensen jerks and comes.
The amount catches him off guard but he recovers, swallowing quickly. Jensen’s watching him with a lazy smile, and suddenly Jared has to be near him again. He fits himself back on top of Jensen, kissing his neck, and when Jensen grabs his ass and pulls him closer, Jared comes all over himself, wetting the inside of his swimsuit.
August 31, 2007
The next few days pass in a blur of beaches, seafood and deck chairs. They eat as much as they can, and they make out more than they eat.
On the next-to-last day, they snorkel in Aruba, making up for the lack of swimming in St. John.
They still haven’t slept together yet, but Jensen thinks maybe tonight, since it’s their last evening to spend the night on the ship.
But by the time they’re back at the cabin, Jensen’s swaying. His stomach rolls, and he barely makes it to the bathroom before he pukes. “I think that last ferry ride did me in,” Jensen says, resting his head against the toilet.
Jared’s squeezes into the tiny bathroom, kneeling down and wiping Jensen’s mouth off. “My turn,” he says with a smile. “I owe you, anyway, after the food poisoning.”
Jensen groans.
“Keep your eyes open,” Jared says. “I read that somewhere,” he says as he gets Jensen off the floor and onto one of the twin beds.
Jensen feels like shit, he’s sick all over; even his muscles are nauseated. So much for any quality alone time with Jared.
But Jared’s here, at least, with him, and that’s almost worth feeling like he’s going to die, especially when Jared starts rubbing his back. He just keeps rubbing as the ship lurches and rolls, causing the bathroom door to swing closed. The windowless room is completely dark now, the light in the bathroom tucked away by the closed door, and Jared keeps his steady rhythm up.
September 1, 2007
On the last morning of the cruise, they stand in line for the pizza, right next to the largest pool on deck. Jensen watches Jared grin at a newlywed couple as they saunter by, the guy tugging one of the strings on the girl’s lime-green bikini.
Jensen smiles and picks up their red plastic tray while Jared grabs the drinks. “I’m still sorry,” Jensen says as soon as they’re seated.
Jared stops unpeeling his straw, raises his eyebrows. Surely Jensen’s not apologizing for getting seasick the night before-half the ship had thrown up all night.
“You know.” Jensen blushes, looking like he’s been preparing to say this, like it’s been eating at him. “For everything I did-“
Jared frowns, he wasn’t expecting Jensen to bring up something serious. “Yeah,” he answers, hoping this can be the end of the discussion.
“I was a complete dick.”
“You were, but you’re not now.”
“So it’s that simple?”
“It can be.” Jared twitches, fidgets in his seat. He isn’t looking forward to this, but if Jensen’s trying his best to make things right, to make things work, then he deserves for Jared to do the same. “As long as we’re having a confessional, talking about being honest, there are some things about me you should know.”
Jared doesn’t wait for Jensen to ask.
“My dad killed my mom.” Jared says it all at once, no beating around the bush, no building up to it. It’s simpler that way.
“What?” Jensen’s blinking at him, confused.
“My dad. He’s not really a teacher-I lied about that.” Jared rubs his finger along the rim of the off-white plastic plate. “He killed my mom. I was ten.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jared. I had no idea.”
Jared nods. “He’s in prison,” he says. He doesn’t say that after it happened, not everyone wanted to be around him, that some people felt sorry for him, but that others thought Jared was like his dad. And then Jared just kept getting taller, and eventually people were scared of him. “After he was arrested, he was gone for good. He never made bail. So CPS stepped in, and we went to a foster home for a few days until my aunt agreed to take us.”
Jensen takes a drink of his lemonade. “Your aunt, the one your sister still lives with?”
“Yes. She stays drunk, doesn’t work. But she’s the legal guardian, and my sister refuses to leave there. Partly out of some sense of loyalty-because my aunt wouldn’t let the court split us up. Partly because she doesn’t want to leave her friends.”
Jensen gets up from his seat and comes to sit beside Jared. He doesn’t say anything, but he pulls his chair in close, scoots right next to Jared, puts his hand on Jared’s knee, squeezes it.
And Jared keeps talking, letting the words flow, telling Jensen the story about his family that he’s never told anyone before. He always thought he’d confess this last part of his secret in the dark, hidden away. But here he is in the stark sunlight, surrounded by splashing children and strawberry daiquiris.
With Jensen.
It feels good. It feels right.
September 1, 2007, 3:00 p.m.
“Wanna stay over tonight?” Jensen asks with a smile as they sift through the bags at the airport. Apparently everyone has dark green canvas luggage.
“I’d like that,” Jared says.
Jensen beams. “We have that charity fundraiser at 8:00, and then we’re home free.”
“Fundraiser? Ugh.” Jared makes a face.
“I know, I know, but we won’t stay long,” Jensen promises. If Jared’s going home with him, then he’ll have plenty of incentive to duck out early besides stale quiche and flat champagne.
***
“I don’t wanna wait until after the party,” Jensen says as he turns off the alarm in his townhouse. He runs his hand down Jared’s back, mutters into his ear. “I want you-damned plane ride was torture.”
“So, what now?” Jared asks as he closes the door behind him. “Are you going to um,” Jared works up the nerve to just say it. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Mmmm. You smell good. And you look damn good too, you were the best looking guy on the entire fucking cruise.” Jensen leans in, pulling Jared closer to him. “Is that what you want? Or would you rather fuck me?”
“I don’t know. How do you usually decide?”
Jensen laughs. “Either one works for me, so tell me which one you prefer, just gut reaction.”
“I want to fuck you,” Jared whispers.
“Those are the best words I’ve heard all year,” Jensen says.
Then they’re racing toward the stairs, Jensen stopping by the pile of luggage to grab his bag with the unopened lube and condoms.
Jared’s scans Jensen’s bedroom, looking for the best place. He’s seen Jensen’s bedroom, but only briefly during the whirlwind night before they left on their cruise. Somehow he feels like he won’t feel as awkward if they’re not lying on a bed. Maybe if he fumbles it won’t be as noticeable.
He sinks down into the armchair, pulling Jensen with him until Jensen’s straddling his lap. Jared looks down, rubs his palm across Jensen’s fly, his stomach swirling as his hand meets the warm line of Jensen’s cock. “So hot, Jen. So fucking hot when you’re ready for this.”
Jensen flushes, pink blooming across his cheeks. “How’d you learn to talk like that?”
“Don’t know.” Jared loves it when Jensen blushes-he licks the pink spots with his tongue, rubbing his lips over the apple of Jensen’s cheek. “I think you just bring it out in me.”
“I thought,” Jensen stutters. “I thought I’d be teaching you what to do. Not true.” Jensen’s back arches as Jared nips the edge of his ear. “You’re an expert already,” Jensen pants out, breathless.
Jared can barely control himself. The sight of Jensen on his lap is killing him. Perfect, proper Jensen, with his legs spread across Jared’s knees, with his head thrown back so Jared can lick and kiss.
Jared pulls on Jensen’s shirt, strips it off. He grabs Jensen’s waist and hauls him closer, until Jensen’s ass is fitted right up against Jared’s hard cock.
“Oh god,” Jensen groans, letting his head fall forward to rest on Jared’s shoulder. “This needs to happen soon,” he says, running his fingers through Jared’s hair, pulling slightly.
“Fine with me,” Jared says, rubbing his thumbs over Jensen’s nipples, relishing the shudder that runs through Jensen’s entire body.
Jensen shoves himself off Jared’s lap, slides his pants and boxers off as quickly as he can, grabs the lube and condoms. Jared’s grateful for the rush and sheds his own clothes, settling back into the chair just as Jensen crawls back onto him.
Jared’s read about this, so he’s not completely ignorant, but he’s still nervous as hell.
Jensen must sense his anxiety, because he’s got his lips up against Jared’s ear, mouthing against it. “Don’t worry,” Jensen says, “I want this, you want this, and it’s going to be perfect.”
Jared nods, uncaps the lube, and coats his fingers. He pulls Jensen in for a kiss, willing his hands to stop shaking. As Jensen kisses back, opening his mouth and letting Jared in, Jared relaxes. He puts his hand on the small of Jensen’s back, runs his hand up his spine, digs his fingers into the hair at the base of Jensen’s neck.
He touches Jensen tentatively, rubs across his ass, letting the tip of his finger slip inside. He has to push to go deeper, but Jensen’s sighing in pleasure against his neck, so Jared keeps going, pushing farther in.
“More,” Jensen says, and Jared adds another finger. He tries to remember what the articles said, but it’s hard to think with Jensen’s skin meeting his, with Jensen’s soft moans in his ear.
He moves his hand, twists his fingers, and he must be doing something right, because Jensen writhes, rocking against Jared.
Jensen stops long enough to tear open the packet, and he unrolls the condom onto Jared’s cock, murmuring words of encouragement.
Then Jensen’s lifting up and sliding down onto Jared. Jared squeezes his eyes shut, bites down on his lip. He puts his hands on Jensen’s hips, waits as Jensen settles onto him, slowly.
He knows he needs to be still, to give Jensen a minute, so he inhales, savoring the feeling of being inside Jensen, finally. His brain isn’t working well enough to describe this sensation of being a part of Jensen, but he knows that Jensen was right. It’s perfect.
Jared feels a kiss on his eyelids, first one and then the other. “Hey,” Jensen says, sliding up when Jared opens his eyes.
Jared grips Jensen’s hips harder, thumbs tight against Jensen’s hipbones as Jensen braces himself, hands on the arms of the chair. He moves himself up, and then down again, moving in to nuzzle Jared’s neck.
Jared lifts his hips to meet Jensen, rocking up into him. He’s greeted with a loud moan, and lets his body take over, wrapping his arms around Jensen’s back and thrusting up, finding a steady rhythm. Jared knows he won’t last long, and he pants, takes deep breaths, trying to make it last, but having Jensen like this, so close, is too much and Jared loses it. He puts his hands on Jensen’s cheeks and kisses him hard as Jared lets go and comes.
He remembers then, through the haze, and he wraps his hand around Jensen’s cock, stroking steadily until Jensen’s throwing his head back, gasping as he comes.
Jared slumps down into the chair, pulls Jensen with him. They don’t move until Jensen remembers they have exactly fifteen minutes to get dressed for the fundraiser.
September 1, 2007, 8:30 p.m.
The fundraiser for the new heart hospital isn’t as bad as Jared expected. Jensen’s parents are there, all decked out, and they’re warm and welcoming as always, and the food is actually fresh. Plus Jared just slept with Jensen, and he can’t stop thinking about it, about Jensen’s body warm against his, and god he’s got to stop-
A female voice interrupts Jared’s thoughts. “Jensen! You haven’t introduced me to your friend.”
“This is Jared Padalecki.” Jensen yanks Jared’s sleeve, pulls him closer. “This is Christine-we graduated together. She’s a prosecutor in Smith County now.”
Christine smiles, shakes his hand. “And where are you from Jared?”
“I’m from a little town outside Tyler.”
“Small world,” she exclaims. “And your last name’s Padalecki?” Christine frowns, and Jared’s heart lurches. “That sounds familiar,” she says. “Are you related to Jim Padalecki?”
“Christine-“ Jensen starts, but Jared interrupts.
“It’s fine, Jensen.” He stares at Christine. “Yes, he’s my father.” He can feel Jensen watching him.
He feels sorry for Jensen, who probably thought they could just ignore this aspect of Jared’s life. Jared had tried to tell him that it would never go away, but Jensen refused to listen. Maybe he’d listen now. Now that everyone in Jensen’s world will know where Jared came from.
But Christine gives him a sympathetic look. “I’m familiar with that case,” she says. Then she looks up at them and smiles. “So, I heard you two just went on a cruise. I want to hear all about it.”
The change of subject catches Jared off guard. So does Christine’s nonchalant attitude toward his father.
For the first time, Jared thinks that maybe his luck is changing. He smiles and lets his hand brush across Jensen’s, blushing as Jensen launches into the story about Jared and the midnight toga party.
Epilogue
October 23, 2007
Jensen frowns at the granite countertop. “So you said we can cut stuff up directly on this?”
The realtor sighs. She looks like she’s doing her best not to roll her eyes. “Yes. You can. It won’t scratch.”
“What if we cut really, really hard?” Jared chimes in. “With a really sharp knife?”
Jensen barely refrains from snickering.
The realtor steps outside to take a call, looking relieved for the chance to escape, and Jensen swats Jared lightly on the ass. “She’s a friend of my father’s-don’t go ruining my reputation by making me laugh.”
“Yes, I would hate to damage your reputation.” Jared wraps an arm around Jensen’s waist. “You must remain, as always, a crotchety old lawyer.”
“Don’t you forget it,” Jensen says, leading Jared up the staircase, ready to christen their new home.
-end-