Fic: How Jared Met Jensen: A Love Story in the Key of D (For Dog) - 4/7
Title: How Jared Met Jensen: A Love Story in the Key of D (For Dog)
Authors:
thrdstrike and
burnfor
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 14,200+
Summary: It's been three years since Jared and Sandy got divorced, and Jared's sister and brother think that it's time he meets someone new. Nobody said that it would be easy.
Master Post | Part Three
Jared's cell phone beeps at him, and he cringes apologetically at his date, who smiles benignly at him across the table. It's a text message from his sister - Jensen totally left you a message on your profile. He wants to see you again. - and is accompanied by the urge to delete it.
Jared's date was a slightly jaded - from what he could tell - woman in her late forties. She was polite and easy to talk to, and Jared likes her. He isn't sure that he likes her in that way, but he thinks that they could definitely be friends; which is more than he can say for any of his previous dates. "Nothing serious, I hope," she says after Jared tucks his phone away with another sincere apology.
"No. Nothing serious." He feels like an immature child.
Samantha - his date - raises a prompting eyebrow. She waits quietly until Jared cracks and tells her all about his divorce and the miscarriage and his brother and sister forcing him into this online dating debacle that is seriously starting to give Jared a complex. Samantha nods and listens, interjecting in all the right places, and when Jared is finished talking, he actually feels quite a bit better.
"You know, Jared," she says, "I'm not really in the dating game again because I need serious companionship. But it's nice to be with someone who appreciates your company and that you can have a conversation with. I've been married twice, and lost both of my husbands, so I'm not expecting true love." She offers Jared a knowing smile. "But you. Sweetie, you're still young. And I understand that you're still upset over what happened with your wife, but she's clearly moved on, and I think that it's time you do as well. Who knows, someone special could be just waiting for you around that next corner. You've got a better chance at finding love in this dating game than me."
Jared knows that she's right. When they leave the restaurant later, he kisses her cheek. "Thank you so much, Samantha. I'm really glad that we met."
"Me too, sweetie. You should come 'round my place some time and we'll talk some more." She cards her fingers through his hair, tousling the mass more than it already is and waves as she heads towards her car.
Jared watches her go, a goofy, relaxed grin on his face, when suddenly behind him he hears "Jared?" It's Sophia. She's carrying a couple overstuffed grocery bags, and Jared automatically goes and relieves her of one of them.
"Hi, Sophia."
"Who was that you were with?" she asks, head tipped to the side inquiringly.
"Oh, just a friend," Jared replies elusively. Sophia nods her head and doesn't push. "Can I walk you to your car?"
***
When Jared gets home, he logs into his account and reads Jensen's message at least five times.
Hey, Jared. I realize that our first meeting went kind of poorly. But I'd really like to see you again, maybe in a different setting, because from what I saw, you seem like a really great guy, and... I don't want to say anything about missed opportunities or anything, but....
Anyways. Let me know. I don't know what happened that first time, but hopefully I can make it up to you.
Jared isn't really sure what to think. Jensen is an attractive guy. Even though Jared was blindsided by Sadie being there, he had noticed at least that much. And well, he could understand what Jensen was saying - or not saying, as the case may be - about missed opportunities. It also made Jared think about what Samantha had said to him.
Mustering up his courage, Jared opens a new message to reply.
Where and when. I'll be there.
***
Jensen runs his fingers nervously through his hair again as he stands in front of the mirror. Checking himself over, he gives his reflection a weak grin. "Here goes."
They'd agreed upon a restaurant meeting this time around - a nice Italian place not too far from where Jared said he worked. This time, Jensen hopes, would go a bit smoother than their first meeting.
"I never got to ask this the first time that we met, but what do you do? For a living, I mean."
"I'm a teacher. Kindergarten, actually." Jared plucks at the edge of his napkin. "You know the school right around the corner? I have this great group of kids, really. They're generally small and tiny and all around huggable little things."
"I think everyone is tiny in comparison to you," Jensen interjects with a chuckle when Jared takes a breath.
Jensen's attempt at a two-way conversation gets lost in Jared's sudden verbal diarrhea. "Like Simon! He's loves painting like nothing else in the world." Jared rambles on, waving hands in the air as he describes the projects he's been doing with his class lately, until he notices the wide-eyed look Jensen is giving him.
"Oh man. Sorry! I always do this. Keep talking, I mean. And then the other person usually gets annoyed and- Right." Jared fumbles for a subject to talk about and flushes.
"Hey, it's okay. It's nice to know you've got passion for your job. And the little... children. God knows that can be hard to come by these days."
"Children are great." Jared pauses, hands in his lap and eyes distant. When he continues, his voice is soft, sand and reminiscent. "I, uh, lost one recently. A few years ago, actually. Always wondered what having one would be like - precious and all."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Jensen feels his heart clench in sympathy, thinking how unfair it would be for someone like Jared to have to experience that. "Don't know what it's like to lose a baby, but death's always hard. I- How's the mother holding up? It must have been a hard time."
Jared swallows and there's a pause in the conversation. "She left me." Jared continues quietly, "After the miscarriage, I just couldn't. Couldn't touch her. Look her in the eye. It felt like my fault and that if I just stayed strong enough for the both of us, we'd get through it intact."
Jensen reaches out a hand it hovers near Jared's before he pulls it back.
"Sorry to remind you about that. I didn't know-" He thinks that this is a lot more honesty than he normally gets on a first (second) date.
"It's okay, Jensen. I should probably tell you this anyway. It might make more sense." Jared says and glances at Jensen briefly. "Sadie used to be my dog. My ex-wife, Sandy, took her when she left. And I'm guessing you know the rest of the story."
"Jared. I seem to be saying this a lot tonight, but I swear I didn't know."
A few glasses of wine later, and the grey cloud of conversation is forgotten. Jared continues to talk, hands waving and emphatic, Jensen smiling and laughing as Jared regales him with a story from childhood. Jensen is laughing so hard, in fact, that he doesn't notice until too late the wine glass that had been sitting, half-full just on the peripheral of his vision.
"Oh crap." Jared's napkin comes whipping out as he dabs at the red spreading quickly across the tablecloth. Jensen's still staring dumbly at him and gropes to right his glass.
Their hands brush and Jensen feels a spark of heat. Jared freezes mid wipe. When he looks up, his eyes are dark and Jensen has to swallow. "Do you, uh, want to get out of here?"
Jared licks his lips slowly and Jensen thinks to himself "oh, fuck". It might be possible that Jensen's gotten himself in too deep here. He feels as if all of his senses have been filled up with Jared and that if he isn't careful, he could happily drown in this sea of want.
Jensen raises his hand to ask for the check and almost chokes on his tongue when he feels Jared's foot against his calf underneath the table. They needed to leave like fifteen minutes ago. What the hell is taking so long for the bill?
As soon as they're out the door of the restaurant, Jensen can feel Jared's long body pressed up against his back, and he isn't sure if Jared is always this forward, because it didn't really come across that way, but he isn't about to start complaining now. "Where's the car?" Jared murmurs into Jensen's ear and his voice has gone all low and rough and Jensen think that his brain has just disconnected from the sound of it.
"Uh," he offered eloquently and feels Jared smirk against the shell of his ear, feels Jared press more fully against him. Jensen manages to pull a few wits together and locate the car, and as soon as they're inside, Jensen all but climbs into Jared's lap, crushing their mouths together and moaning as Jared's sharp teeth nip as his lips, those large, gentle hands gripping tightly at his hips.
Sweet Jesus.
The fact that they are sitting in a restaurant parking lot in full view of everyone and necking like teenagers flits vaguely at the back of Jensen's mind. But he's got his fingers sunk into the silky mass of Jared's hair and Jared is grinding up against him so deliciously that Jensen can't honestly bring himself to care. Except Jared pulls away slowly and Jensen is pretty sure that he whimpers.
"I don't want to put a damper on things," Jared says through heavy panted breaths, "but I'm not sure the owners would like it very much if I fucked you in their parking lot."
Jensen's eyes go wide and he scrambles off Jared's lap and fumbles to put the key into the ignition and get them them somewhere more appropriate. "Who's house is closer?" Jensen asks, fingers gripping the steering wheel so hard is knuckles are white.
"Me, I think," Jared replies, and the heat still lingering in his eyes really makes Jensen not want to give a flying fuck about where they are.
Shifting into gear, all Jensen says is, "Direct me," and then they're peeling out of the parking lot.
***
They pull into Jared's drive way with a screech of tires. Jared fumbles with his seat belt, reaching for the door handle in an attempt to move this inside. Jensen's fingers wrapping around his wrist stop him, and he swallows when he looks up and sees the heated look in Jensen's eyes.
Then Jensen is reaching for Jared's fly, fumbling it open and working Jared out, breathing stuttered and hissed through clenched teeth. Jared's hands are shaking and he grips the door with his right hand and Jensen's shoulder with his left, reminding himself that he needs to continue breathing. But then Jensen is leaning across the console and over Jared's lap, and there isn't much else Jared can do except hold on.
Jared bangs his head against the headrest when Jensen swallows him in one go, the tight hot heat being no match for rational thinking. Jensen glances up briefly and Jared's breath catches in his throat.
The man's green eyes are dark with arousal, and he looked absolutely sinful with his cheeks hollowed around Jared's cock.
"Fuck," Jared moans weakly, and comes hard at the slightest scrape of teeth.
He rolls over bonelessly, tugging softly at Jensen's face until the man moves up beside him. Jared gropes for Jensen's fly, but Jensen, despite his own throbbing erection, holds Jared's hands back. "I can wait. We need to go inside before someone calls the cops on us for public indecency."
Jared half-grins and leans in to kiss Jensen again, mouth soft and slackened. Jensen sighs against the brush of lips, and clenches his jaw, opening the door and getting out. He does his best to adjust his cock in his pants without being too obvious, and isn't entirely sure he's successful. Jared seems to have regained some of his equilibrium and is leaning against the opposite side of the car. He raises an eyebrow at Jensen and heads up the steps towards the door.
Jensen sends up a quick thank you to whatever God is listening that Chad, being the douche that he is, pushed Jensen into this.
***
There is the click of nails on the floor as Jared opens the door, and he has to usher Harley back inside the house while the two men enter. He whines and nudges at Jared's hand, sniffing at Jensen's and looking all out pitiful. "Hey, boy," Jared whispers. "Go to bed, alright?" He points down the hall towards Harley's bed and watches as Harley trots dutifully away, disappointed.
"Now," Jared says turning on Jensen with intent. "Where were we?"
Suddenly Jensen feels shy. He wants Jared, by God does he want him. But there's no time to protest, because Jared is backing Jensen against the wall and nosing at his neck, sucking wet kisses into the skin, and Jensen just about melts into the floor. "Christ," he hisses out and his fingers tangle in the back of Jared's shirt.
Jared's hands are skimming Jensen's sides, sliding lower and lower, then working Jensen's jeans open, hand slipping inside to curl around the hardwethot of Jensen's dick. His hand is smooth, callused in parts, and ridiculously large, encompassing Jensen completely. His head drops forward onto Jared's shoulder and he moans. "H-harder," he grunts and his hips hitch upwards into Jared's fist.
Just as Jared's thumb is smearing the slick of Jensen's pre-come into the head of his dick, there's a sharp series of knocks on the door. "Ignore it," Jensen breaths. He's almost positive that if Jared stops, he might actually die.
Jared's hand pauses and Jensen wants to cry. He's so close.
They wait for a minute, hoping that whoever it is will think Jared isn't home and leave. But Jensen's car is parked out front, and with the dimness of the front hall light, it's obvious that someone is there. "Shit," Jared curses, and there's another series of sharp knocks. "I'll be right back," he tells Jensen seriously. He takes in the debauched picture of Jensen leaning against the wall, pants open and cock hanging out, hard and leaking, chest heaving.
"I hate you," Jensen answers, but it's obvious he doesn't actually mean it.
Jared peeks out through the window next to the door to see who it is and curses colourfully. "Shit. Shit, fuck, shit. What is she doing here?" He looks over towards where Jensen is still leaning against the wall, his own hand wrapped around his dick now, stroking slowly and Jared just want to say fuck it. Instead he opens the door and pastes on a friendly smile, trying not to look like he was in the middle of sex.
"Sophia. Hi! What a surprise!"
There's the soft murmuring voice of someone distinctly female, and Jensen freezes listening to it. Jared is chatting amiably with her, but Jensen can tell that he's doing his best to get her to leave, excuses about an early morning, and things to do, and could you come back tomorrow. He isn't sure why, but he's suddenly overcome with overwhelming jealousy.
It takes longer than expected to get rid of Sophia, and by the time Jared closes the door, the mood has been sufficiently ruined. Jensen doesn't ask who it was or what it was about. He zips himself up and makes sure he looks presentable and tells Jared that he should probably go.
Jared looks as disappointed as Jensen feels, and knows that they'll both be coming into their fists on their own later in separate beds.
Part Five
Authors:
thrdstrike and
burnfor
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 14,200+
Summary: It's been three years since Jared and Sandy got divorced, and Jared's sister and brother think that it's time he meets someone new. Nobody said that it would be easy.
Master Post | Part Three
Jared's cell phone beeps at him, and he cringes apologetically at his date, who smiles benignly at him across the table. It's a text message from his sister - Jensen totally left you a message on your profile. He wants to see you again. - and is accompanied by the urge to delete it.
Jared's date was a slightly jaded - from what he could tell - woman in her late forties. She was polite and easy to talk to, and Jared likes her. He isn't sure that he likes her in that way, but he thinks that they could definitely be friends; which is more than he can say for any of his previous dates. "Nothing serious, I hope," she says after Jared tucks his phone away with another sincere apology.
"No. Nothing serious." He feels like an immature child.
Samantha - his date - raises a prompting eyebrow. She waits quietly until Jared cracks and tells her all about his divorce and the miscarriage and his brother and sister forcing him into this online dating debacle that is seriously starting to give Jared a complex. Samantha nods and listens, interjecting in all the right places, and when Jared is finished talking, he actually feels quite a bit better.
"You know, Jared," she says, "I'm not really in the dating game again because I need serious companionship. But it's nice to be with someone who appreciates your company and that you can have a conversation with. I've been married twice, and lost both of my husbands, so I'm not expecting true love." She offers Jared a knowing smile. "But you. Sweetie, you're still young. And I understand that you're still upset over what happened with your wife, but she's clearly moved on, and I think that it's time you do as well. Who knows, someone special could be just waiting for you around that next corner. You've got a better chance at finding love in this dating game than me."
Jared knows that she's right. When they leave the restaurant later, he kisses her cheek. "Thank you so much, Samantha. I'm really glad that we met."
"Me too, sweetie. You should come 'round my place some time and we'll talk some more." She cards her fingers through his hair, tousling the mass more than it already is and waves as she heads towards her car.
Jared watches her go, a goofy, relaxed grin on his face, when suddenly behind him he hears "Jared?" It's Sophia. She's carrying a couple overstuffed grocery bags, and Jared automatically goes and relieves her of one of them.
"Hi, Sophia."
"Who was that you were with?" she asks, head tipped to the side inquiringly.
"Oh, just a friend," Jared replies elusively. Sophia nods her head and doesn't push. "Can I walk you to your car?"
***
When Jared gets home, he logs into his account and reads Jensen's message at least five times.
Hey, Jared. I realize that our first meeting went kind of poorly. But I'd really like to see you again, maybe in a different setting, because from what I saw, you seem like a really great guy, and... I don't want to say anything about missed opportunities or anything, but....
Anyways. Let me know. I don't know what happened that first time, but hopefully I can make it up to you.
Jared isn't really sure what to think. Jensen is an attractive guy. Even though Jared was blindsided by Sadie being there, he had noticed at least that much. And well, he could understand what Jensen was saying - or not saying, as the case may be - about missed opportunities. It also made Jared think about what Samantha had said to him.
Mustering up his courage, Jared opens a new message to reply.
Where and when. I'll be there.
***
Jensen runs his fingers nervously through his hair again as he stands in front of the mirror. Checking himself over, he gives his reflection a weak grin. "Here goes."
They'd agreed upon a restaurant meeting this time around - a nice Italian place not too far from where Jared said he worked. This time, Jensen hopes, would go a bit smoother than their first meeting.
"I never got to ask this the first time that we met, but what do you do? For a living, I mean."
"I'm a teacher. Kindergarten, actually." Jared plucks at the edge of his napkin. "You know the school right around the corner? I have this great group of kids, really. They're generally small and tiny and all around huggable little things."
"I think everyone is tiny in comparison to you," Jensen interjects with a chuckle when Jared takes a breath.
Jensen's attempt at a two-way conversation gets lost in Jared's sudden verbal diarrhea. "Like Simon! He's loves painting like nothing else in the world." Jared rambles on, waving hands in the air as he describes the projects he's been doing with his class lately, until he notices the wide-eyed look Jensen is giving him.
"Oh man. Sorry! I always do this. Keep talking, I mean. And then the other person usually gets annoyed and- Right." Jared fumbles for a subject to talk about and flushes.
"Hey, it's okay. It's nice to know you've got passion for your job. And the little... children. God knows that can be hard to come by these days."
"Children are great." Jared pauses, hands in his lap and eyes distant. When he continues, his voice is soft, sand and reminiscent. "I, uh, lost one recently. A few years ago, actually. Always wondered what having one would be like - precious and all."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Jensen feels his heart clench in sympathy, thinking how unfair it would be for someone like Jared to have to experience that. "Don't know what it's like to lose a baby, but death's always hard. I- How's the mother holding up? It must have been a hard time."
Jared swallows and there's a pause in the conversation. "She left me." Jared continues quietly, "After the miscarriage, I just couldn't. Couldn't touch her. Look her in the eye. It felt like my fault and that if I just stayed strong enough for the both of us, we'd get through it intact."
Jensen reaches out a hand it hovers near Jared's before he pulls it back.
"Sorry to remind you about that. I didn't know-" He thinks that this is a lot more honesty than he normally gets on a first (second) date.
"It's okay, Jensen. I should probably tell you this anyway. It might make more sense." Jared says and glances at Jensen briefly. "Sadie used to be my dog. My ex-wife, Sandy, took her when she left. And I'm guessing you know the rest of the story."
"Jared. I seem to be saying this a lot tonight, but I swear I didn't know."
A few glasses of wine later, and the grey cloud of conversation is forgotten. Jared continues to talk, hands waving and emphatic, Jensen smiling and laughing as Jared regales him with a story from childhood. Jensen is laughing so hard, in fact, that he doesn't notice until too late the wine glass that had been sitting, half-full just on the peripheral of his vision.
"Oh crap." Jared's napkin comes whipping out as he dabs at the red spreading quickly across the tablecloth. Jensen's still staring dumbly at him and gropes to right his glass.
Their hands brush and Jensen feels a spark of heat. Jared freezes mid wipe. When he looks up, his eyes are dark and Jensen has to swallow. "Do you, uh, want to get out of here?"
Jared licks his lips slowly and Jensen thinks to himself "oh, fuck". It might be possible that Jensen's gotten himself in too deep here. He feels as if all of his senses have been filled up with Jared and that if he isn't careful, he could happily drown in this sea of want.
Jensen raises his hand to ask for the check and almost chokes on his tongue when he feels Jared's foot against his calf underneath the table. They needed to leave like fifteen minutes ago. What the hell is taking so long for the bill?
As soon as they're out the door of the restaurant, Jensen can feel Jared's long body pressed up against his back, and he isn't sure if Jared is always this forward, because it didn't really come across that way, but he isn't about to start complaining now. "Where's the car?" Jared murmurs into Jensen's ear and his voice has gone all low and rough and Jensen think that his brain has just disconnected from the sound of it.
"Uh," he offered eloquently and feels Jared smirk against the shell of his ear, feels Jared press more fully against him. Jensen manages to pull a few wits together and locate the car, and as soon as they're inside, Jensen all but climbs into Jared's lap, crushing their mouths together and moaning as Jared's sharp teeth nip as his lips, those large, gentle hands gripping tightly at his hips.
Sweet Jesus.
The fact that they are sitting in a restaurant parking lot in full view of everyone and necking like teenagers flits vaguely at the back of Jensen's mind. But he's got his fingers sunk into the silky mass of Jared's hair and Jared is grinding up against him so deliciously that Jensen can't honestly bring himself to care. Except Jared pulls away slowly and Jensen is pretty sure that he whimpers.
"I don't want to put a damper on things," Jared says through heavy panted breaths, "but I'm not sure the owners would like it very much if I fucked you in their parking lot."
Jensen's eyes go wide and he scrambles off Jared's lap and fumbles to put the key into the ignition and get them them somewhere more appropriate. "Who's house is closer?" Jensen asks, fingers gripping the steering wheel so hard is knuckles are white.
"Me, I think," Jared replies, and the heat still lingering in his eyes really makes Jensen not want to give a flying fuck about where they are.
Shifting into gear, all Jensen says is, "Direct me," and then they're peeling out of the parking lot.
***
They pull into Jared's drive way with a screech of tires. Jared fumbles with his seat belt, reaching for the door handle in an attempt to move this inside. Jensen's fingers wrapping around his wrist stop him, and he swallows when he looks up and sees the heated look in Jensen's eyes.
Then Jensen is reaching for Jared's fly, fumbling it open and working Jared out, breathing stuttered and hissed through clenched teeth. Jared's hands are shaking and he grips the door with his right hand and Jensen's shoulder with his left, reminding himself that he needs to continue breathing. But then Jensen is leaning across the console and over Jared's lap, and there isn't much else Jared can do except hold on.
Jared bangs his head against the headrest when Jensen swallows him in one go, the tight hot heat being no match for rational thinking. Jensen glances up briefly and Jared's breath catches in his throat.
The man's green eyes are dark with arousal, and he looked absolutely sinful with his cheeks hollowed around Jared's cock.
"Fuck," Jared moans weakly, and comes hard at the slightest scrape of teeth.
He rolls over bonelessly, tugging softly at Jensen's face until the man moves up beside him. Jared gropes for Jensen's fly, but Jensen, despite his own throbbing erection, holds Jared's hands back. "I can wait. We need to go inside before someone calls the cops on us for public indecency."
Jared half-grins and leans in to kiss Jensen again, mouth soft and slackened. Jensen sighs against the brush of lips, and clenches his jaw, opening the door and getting out. He does his best to adjust his cock in his pants without being too obvious, and isn't entirely sure he's successful. Jared seems to have regained some of his equilibrium and is leaning against the opposite side of the car. He raises an eyebrow at Jensen and heads up the steps towards the door.
Jensen sends up a quick thank you to whatever God is listening that Chad, being the douche that he is, pushed Jensen into this.
***
There is the click of nails on the floor as Jared opens the door, and he has to usher Harley back inside the house while the two men enter. He whines and nudges at Jared's hand, sniffing at Jensen's and looking all out pitiful. "Hey, boy," Jared whispers. "Go to bed, alright?" He points down the hall towards Harley's bed and watches as Harley trots dutifully away, disappointed.
"Now," Jared says turning on Jensen with intent. "Where were we?"
Suddenly Jensen feels shy. He wants Jared, by God does he want him. But there's no time to protest, because Jared is backing Jensen against the wall and nosing at his neck, sucking wet kisses into the skin, and Jensen just about melts into the floor. "Christ," he hisses out and his fingers tangle in the back of Jared's shirt.
Jared's hands are skimming Jensen's sides, sliding lower and lower, then working Jensen's jeans open, hand slipping inside to curl around the hardwethot of Jensen's dick. His hand is smooth, callused in parts, and ridiculously large, encompassing Jensen completely. His head drops forward onto Jared's shoulder and he moans. "H-harder," he grunts and his hips hitch upwards into Jared's fist.
Just as Jared's thumb is smearing the slick of Jensen's pre-come into the head of his dick, there's a sharp series of knocks on the door. "Ignore it," Jensen breaths. He's almost positive that if Jared stops, he might actually die.
Jared's hand pauses and Jensen wants to cry. He's so close.
They wait for a minute, hoping that whoever it is will think Jared isn't home and leave. But Jensen's car is parked out front, and with the dimness of the front hall light, it's obvious that someone is there. "Shit," Jared curses, and there's another series of sharp knocks. "I'll be right back," he tells Jensen seriously. He takes in the debauched picture of Jensen leaning against the wall, pants open and cock hanging out, hard and leaking, chest heaving.
"I hate you," Jensen answers, but it's obvious he doesn't actually mean it.
Jared peeks out through the window next to the door to see who it is and curses colourfully. "Shit. Shit, fuck, shit. What is she doing here?" He looks over towards where Jensen is still leaning against the wall, his own hand wrapped around his dick now, stroking slowly and Jared just want to say fuck it. Instead he opens the door and pastes on a friendly smile, trying not to look like he was in the middle of sex.
"Sophia. Hi! What a surprise!"
There's the soft murmuring voice of someone distinctly female, and Jensen freezes listening to it. Jared is chatting amiably with her, but Jensen can tell that he's doing his best to get her to leave, excuses about an early morning, and things to do, and could you come back tomorrow. He isn't sure why, but he's suddenly overcome with overwhelming jealousy.
It takes longer than expected to get rid of Sophia, and by the time Jared closes the door, the mood has been sufficiently ruined. Jensen doesn't ask who it was or what it was about. He zips himself up and makes sure he looks presentable and tells Jared that he should probably go.
Jared looks as disappointed as Jensen feels, and knows that they'll both be coming into their fists on their own later in separate beds.
Part Five