J2 Fic. You Can't Always Get What You Want - Part 3 (continued)
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Jensen wasn’t lying, before long he pulls the Escalade to a halt and kills the engine. Jared gapes out of the passenger window at the imposing steel and glass frontage of.....SeaWorld.
“Jensen? What are we doing here?” Jared asks, his amusement battling with confusion and losing apparently. “It’s almost eight o’clock, it’s closed.”
“Not to us it’s not, not tonight.” Jensen climbs out and waves a hand motioning for Jared to follow him.
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If anyone had told Jared he’d be on a date with Jensen Ackles benefiting from a personal guided tour of SeaWorld, he would have asked them if it was time for their medication.
Their tour guide is an older man with grey hair and a long thin face, he’s clearly keen to impress Mr. Ackles if the considerable effort he gives to their tour is anything to go by. They spend well over two hours exploring the deserted park, going from watching the sharks in the coral reef exhibit tanks to eating popcorn and gawking at the bottlenose dolphins inside Dolphin Cove.
The rides are all closed down for the night of course but Jared isn’t disappointed. When they’re walking through The Penguin Encounter with their guide babbling away animatedly a short distance in front of them, Jensen reaches out to take hold of Jared’s hand and squeezes it. Jared feels the warmth in his stomach curling upwards into his chest, he doesn’t hesitate to entwine their fingers and squeeze Jensen’s hand right back.
Jensen appears to be absolutely delighted that Jared has had a great time and it’s only as they’re leaving the park that Jared becomes conscious of the fact that Jensen hadn’t really been paying much attention to the exhibits. In fact, Jensen hasn’t really been paying much attention to anything other than him all evening.
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Back in the car, Jensen coughs nervously to clear his throat. “Did you have fun?”
“I loved it. Guess it seems strange with my being a San Antone native and all but I’ve never been to SeaWorld before. Momma....Momma doesn’t really like big crowds.”
“Well, then. I’m glad we did it.” Jensen starts up the engine and glances over at Jared. “I promised you dinner, if you’re still interested I’m sure I could rustle up something edible back at my place?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.” Jared answers easily but he’s stuffed himself with a vast amount of free popcorn and candy tonight and at any rate, he’s not really hungry for anything other than Jensen right now. Terrified virgin jitters aside of course.
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Jensen’s place turns out to be the penthouse suite at the Emily Morgan Hotel on East Houston Street. It’s an imposing building in downtown San Antonio, located just across the street from The Alamo. It’s somewhere Jared is plenty familiar with, in that he’s stood outside it before and admired the architecture from the sidewalk but he’s never imagined himself actually stepping into the glass revolving doors and going inside.
Jared’s so nervous his skin is glistening with a thin sheen of sweat but as they step out of the elevator into Jensen’s grand suite, things take a massive step forward in the exact direction Jared had been hoping for. Jensen shows him around and then seats him down on the plush sofa in front of the huge widescreen plasma television in the main lounge area. Jared practically melts into the marshmallow soft cushions as Jensen slides out of his jacket and kicks off his shoes and before Jared really knows what’s happening, Jensen is on the sofa as well, moving closer and kissing him.
They kiss for several seconds before Jared baulks and shifts away, touching a hand to his bruised reddened lips. The instant spark he felt when he kissed Jensen is exactly like being on the receiving end of a prize fight knock out, he’s literally seeing stars and it takes a few hazy moments for him to register the anxious look on Jensen’s face. “Shit, Jared.” Jensen begins, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t...”
But Jensen doesn’t get to finish because Jared scooches forward on the sofa and kisses him for a second time. Quick, feverish kisses which land on each of Jensen’s freckles in turn and destroy any possible concerns the other man might have been harboring about pushing Jared too quickly.
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Jensen’s bed is big, big enough that Jared’s feet don’t dangle over the end but Jared could be lying on scratchy burlap sacks for all he cares right now. Jensen is naked and perfect and oh so beautiful. Jared kisses up his chest and teases the sensitive skin under his chin with his tongue. “Are you nervous?” Jensen asks, growing serious as he watches Jared stand up and start undressing in what appears to be a fairly slow-paced strip routine.
Jared finally slides out of his boxers and climbs back onto the bed. God, he’s so tense with nervous excitement he’s a hair’s breadth from passing out and face planting on the comforter but Jensen seems to sense his hesitation and when Jensen strokes his cheek gently before leaning over and wrapping his deliciously full lips around Jared’s engorged dick...Jared forgets to be anything at all.
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It’s either really late at night or really early in the morning and they never did get that dinner but Jared can’t seem to care. He closes his eyes as Jensen runs a hand through his hair, combing sweaty bangs away from his eyes. Jared’s almost asleep, more sated and blissfully happy than he can ever remember being before. As his eyelids flutter closed he feels a tickle of warm air travel over his skin as Jensen’s mouth brushes against his ear and Jensen’s voice whispers, “fondons nos âmes, nos coeurs. Et nos sens extasiés, parmi les vagues langueurs. Des pins et des arbousiers.”
“That’s beautiful.” Jared sighs opening his eyes slowly. The foreign words are still flowing all over him, making the tiny soft hairs on his arms stand on end. “I don’t have a clue what you just said but it was beautiful.” Jensen smiles and Jared prods him in the ribs with his elbow. “Tell me what it meant?”
“Maybe, one day.” Jensen stretches out his arms above his head and rolls onto his back, focusing his gaze on the ceiling. Jared can’t see Jensen’s face, not clearly but the creases he notices crinkling the skin around Jensen’s eyes tells him that Jensen is still smiling.
“JENNY?”
Jensen freezes at the sound of a loud voice coming from outside of the bedroom. “Jared, just stay here.” He hurries off the bed and starts pulling on his clothes, tripping over his shoes in the haste to pull up his pants. He’s barely made it to the door when it bursts open, slamming into the wall and Tom breezes in.
He’s clearly drunk and maybe high too, laughter bubbling uncontrollably from his lips and Jared, taken aback and acutely uncomfortable, wriggles further under the comforter as Tom takes a seat on the end of the bed.
“Get out.” Jensen snarls and Jared goes cold when he sees that Jensen is shaking with anger.
“I wanted to bring you these, Jenny.” Tom says dropping a set of keys on the bed.
Jensen reaches for Tom’s shoulder, trying to forcibly get him to leave. “What no consolation prize for the loser? I mean, you did win fair and square.” Tom jerks away from Jensen’s outstretch hand and pats at Jared’s legs still buried underneath the comforter. “Got to say I’m impressed at just how quickly you got the kid to give it up.”
Jared’s eyes widen. Is this guy talking about him? “Who-who is this, Jensen? What’s he talking about?” He asks, eyes flitting from Tom’s wide grin to Jensen’s pale face.
“Awww baby, you don’t know? You’re the wager or at least, your virtue was.”
Jared shakes his head slowly, the words slowing sinking in through a taffy-thick fog of confusion. “You’re a liar.” Jared whispers, turning to Jensen. “Tell me, he’s lying?”
Jensen doesn’t speak instead he squeezes his eyes closed and presses his lips together so hard they turn white and really, that’s all the answer he needs. Jared’s eyes sting but he’s not going to cry, at least, not here, not now. “I trusted you.” He gets up from the bed, taking the sheet with him and making a grab for his pants he bolts out of the door.
It’s only when he reaches the lobby of the hotel that he realizes he’s barefoot, naked from the waist up and so fucking heartbroken he wants to dig a hole into the ground with his hands and climb inside.
It’s a long walk home.
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TBC.....
Part 4
Translation of the verse recited by Jensen:
Let your heart melt into mine
And your soul, reach out to me
‘Mid the languors of the pine
And the sighing arbute-tree
~ ‘En Sourdine’ by Paul Verlaine, 1902 ~
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