Oils - Part Two
All Disclaimers in Part One
Two weeks later…..
Jared stared out of his apartment window. He could hear Jensen in his bedroom changing out of his clothes into his robe ready for their sitting. He sighed as he pressed his head against the cool glass. "I can't do this any more," Jared thought to himself as he turned away from the window moving toward his easel.
Cocking his head on one side, Jared studied his portrait of Jensen. Jensen had wanted to see the portrait, but Jared had made him promise not to look until it was finished. And Jensen being Jensen had kept his promise. Jared reached forward tracing his finger all around Jensen's outline wishing with all his heart that it was Jensen's skin he was touching and caressing. He shook his head, cursing his traitorous thoughts, trying desperately to banish them from his mind. Jared had decided to end their sessions before he admitted his true feelings ruining their precious friendship.
Despite feeling miserable, Jared couldn't help a small smile. Spending time with Jensen was always fun but the last two weeks had been the best ever. Jensen had posed for him without complaint, and to Jared's surprise, without fidgeting. While they worked, and Jared suspected to take their minds of Jensen's nakedness, they had talked about every subject they could think of, from baseball to football to cooking to astrology to television programmes. Jensen had even spent an hour regaling Jared with the pros and cons of good and bad coffee. Jensen had made him laugh with outrageous stories about his life as a fire-fighter and the characters at his station.
Not to be outdone, Jared had told Jensen more about the publishing world and its shady secrets. Jensen had snorted at that but had listened even though he couldn’t help teasing. Jared had been secretly afraid that Jensen posing naked for him would ruin their friendship, but instead their time together had deepened and strengthened their bond even more, if that were possible.
Jared looked at his painting again - there was a soft sensuality staring back at him, and he really hoped he had captured Jensen in all his beauty and contradictions. Jared wanted people to look beyond the nakedness and see the real Jensen - the man he hid from everyone except Jared. Jared wanted people to see what he saw - the gentle, kind and funny person that he was privileged to see every day, the man Jensen always showed him, had always shown him.
His thoughts were interrupted by Jensen ambling into the room. "Ready?" Jensen smiled at Jared as he dropped the robe onto the couch. He took up his position on the kitchen chair, draping the silk scarf across his body.
"Yeah." Jared disappeared behind the easel. Picking up a brush, he dabbed it into the green paint he had mixed having decided to work on the colours of the silk scarf which he hadn't got quite right. He silently worked, his brush strokes firm but gentle as he tried to imitate the folds of the material as they dropped to the floor. Jared tried to concentrate on his painting, and not the thoughts that were whirling around his mind.
"You okay?" Jensen interrupted his thoughts. "You seem kinda quiet tonight."
Jared peeped around the canvas. "I'm fine," he lied. "Just kinda concentrating on getting it right."
"Okay," Jensen's voice didn't sound convinced.
Jared disappeared back behind the canvas. He grit his teeth and took a deep breath. "Dude. You'll be pleased to know," he made the tone of his voice bright and cheerful. "This will be the last time you’ll need to show me your ass. No more standing like a statue and stuff." Jared continued to hide behind the canvas, afraid he would give himself away. His heart thumped loudly and his mouth was suddenly dry. Jared swallowed.
"Nearly done huh?" Jensen asked, and Jared couldn't help noticing that the tone of his voice seemed to be tinged with disappointment.
"Yeah," Jared answered. "I just have some finishing touches to do, which I don't need you … or your naked ass for." He bit at his bottom lip, hating that he was lying to Jensen. They never lied to each other. He closed his eyes taking deep breaths.
"So," Jensen had left the chair and moved closer to the easel, startling Jared.
"Jensen." Jared quickly threw the thin sheet over his painting. "You promised you wouldn't look until it was finished," he shuffled out from behind the easel.
"I‘m not looking dude. I promised. And I always keep my promises. You know that," Jensen protested angrily as he grabbed for his robe wrapping it around himself. "I just wanna know what all this crap is about," he glared at Jared.
"I'm sorry Jensen," Jared studied his brush guiltily. "I know you weren’t peeking … and I also know you always keep your promises. I didn’t mean to be so … well mean to you.”
Jensen nodded, accepting the apology. “So,” he put his hands on his hips. “You gonna tell me why you don’t want me to pose for you any more?”
"I told you," Jared said quietly. "I’m nearly done, apart from some finishing touches that I don't need you for."
"Yeah right," Jensen challenged, his eyes glinted with anger "I thought we could tell each other anything … we always have," he shrugged his shoulders. "And we’ve never lied to each other ... ever."
“Jensen,” Jared protested.
“No it’s okay,” Jensen put his hand up. He couldn’t help feeling hurt at Jared’s words - the lie he could easily hear.
"I just can't..... it's hard... you'll.... I can't....," Jared stammered a hint of desperation in his voice. He looked at Jensen earnestly willing him to understand. "But it's not you. It's not anything you have done. It's me. I'm just being an idiot ... as usual."
Jensen couldn’t help it - he chuckled softly. "I’ve never thought that you’re an idiot,” he said quietly and sincerely. “Slightly insane sometimes ... but hey I like insane.”
“Asshole,” Jared retorted as he twirled a paint brush in his hand.
“So what’s up?” Jensen persisted.
“Nothing,” Jared shrugged. “Just don’t … don’t wanna lose your friendship … it’s important … well really important to me.”
“Your friendship is really important to me too,” Jensen frowned, confused.
“Then you’ll understand … why,” Jared said.
Jensen frowned again. “But I don’t understand.”
Jared remained silent not looking at Jensen. “It’s … too hard,” he whispered.
Jensen pulled an exasperated face at Jared. "Hey I've been showing you my naked and perfectly formed ass for over two weeks," he said. "Don't that count for something? I wouldn't strip for just anyone. So just say it. Out with it." Jensen snapped, suddenly irritated.
Jared looked up at Jensen. His best friend nodded encouragingly. He took a deep breath - time to be honest with his best friend. "I love you," Jared blurted out. "I tried not too. Really I did. But I can't stop thinking about you. Wanting you … like … well like …," he babbled tears springing to his eyes. "But I can't bear the thought of not being your friend … friend because of it." Jensen stared at Jared, lost for words, as his mouth dropped open. Jared started to turn away, the pain in his chest unbearable. "I'm sorry Jensen," he whispered. "I'll understand if you don't want to be my friend any more … I’ll hate it … and miss you … but I’ll understand. God I’m such an idiot."
Jensen snapped his mouth shut. He couldn't believe what Jared had just confessed to him. "He loves me," he thought to himself. "Jared Padalecki loves me," his mind shouted at him. He had the insane urge to do a happy dance around the apartment, but resisted … just. Jensen felt like all his dreams had just come true, or all his Christmas’ and birthdays in one go. "Well don't just stand there stupid," he chastised himself. "Hey," Jensen grabbed for Jared's wrist tugging on it until Jared faced him again. "I love you too." He pulled Jared closer. "I love you too," Jensen repeated as he caressed a hand down Jared's face, wiping at the tears.
Jared sniffed loudly. "You do?" he asked doubtfully not able to help leaning into the caress.
“Yeah,” Jensen nodded at Jared, a small smile playing on his lips. Jared smiled back; feeling brave he brought his hands up and placed them lightly on Jensen's hips. Jensen waggled his eye brows seductively. "Gonna kiss me then?"
"I'm thinking about it," Jared joked.
“No thinking … just doing,” Jensen challenged.
Jared smirked and pulled on Jensen’s hips. “Your wish … and all that crap,” he leaned forward claiming Jensen’s lips in their first kiss.
"Mmmm," Jensen breathed as he returned the kiss opening his mouth to Jared’s insistent tongue. He couldn’t help moaning as Jared deepened the kiss exploring his mouth with his tongue, licking and sucking.
Growing bolder, Jared pushed the robe from Jensen's shoulders. Leaning down, he began to trace a path with his tongue along Jensen's shoulder blade and up the tendons of his neck. He nibbled gently on Jensen's ear lobe eliciting a long drawn out groan. Jensen sighed his name as Jared licked his way back down his neck, biting gently at his shoulder, marking him. Jared lapped at the red mark soothingly as he delighted in the feel of Jensen's hands running up and down his back, massaging his back muscles.
"Come to bed with me?" Jared whispered in Jensen's ear.
"Thought you’d never ask," Jensen grinned as he took Jared's hand in his tugging them toward Jared's bedroom. They sat on the edge of the bed holding hands smiling shyly at each other. "I hope you kinda know what you're doing?" Jensen said with a blush. "Because I haven't .... you know... gotta clue." He blushed again.
"Me neither," Jared answered with a matching blush. "But I know I want you," he squeezed Jensen's hand in reassurance. "Perhaps if we lay on the bed together, it might help," he suggested shifting backwards. He stretched out on his side patting the bed in encouragement. Jensen grinned laying down close to Jared. They wrapped their arms and legs around each snuggling closer. "You are so beautiful," Jared ran his hand down Jensen's face. "I hope I’ve done you justice in my painting."
Jensen took Jared's fingers tenderly kissing each one in turn. "These are magic fingers Jared," he teased. "I’m sure your painting is wonderful ... even with me in it.”
"Jensen," Jared protested with a frown. "My painting will be wonderful because it's got you in it.”
"Sap,” Jensen accused with a fond smile.
“I don’t care,” Jared stuck his tongue out. “Your portrait is gonna prove to my asshole of a teacher that I can paint.”
“Damn straight,” Jensen chuckled.
Jared smiled as his hands traced a path down Jensen's side, over his hips and back upwards to his face. Jensen shivered in anticipation leaning forward claiming Jared's lips in a kiss. Jared moaned drawing Jensen toward him, returning the kiss as Jensen's hands massaged his ass.
"Naked now," Jensen murmured as he tugged at Jared's t-shirt pulling it out of his jeans. Pushing his hands underneath the cotton, Jensen explored Jared's chest, his nimble fingers dancing over the warm skin.
Jared pushed at Jensen. Sitting up, he peeled his t-shirt over his head. Jared glanced down at Jensen, who was staring up at him grinning. "And you," he said as he pulled off his sneakers throwing them untidily on the floor. "Want you outta that robe now," Jared stripped out of his jeans and underwear.
"Why?" Jensen teased, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Wanna paint me?"
"Done with painting for now," Jared growled in the back of his throat. "Gonna make love to you now," he lay back down. Jensen squeaked in surprise as Jared rolled on top of him claiming his lips in a rough possessive kiss. Not to be outdone, Jensen returned the kiss just as fiercely. Fusing their mouths together, they kissed, tongues duelling for dominance as they thrust in and out of one another's mouth. Jared wiggled his body and Jensen spread his legs allowing Jared to fit between them.
Jared moaned into Jensen's mouth as his cock glanced Jensen's hardness. At first, their movements were awkward and shy. In their urgency and nervousness, their legs and arms seemed to take on a life of their own and they bumped heads a couple of times in their desperation to claim each other’s lips. Jared accidentally elbowed Jensen in the stomach, and Jensen inadvertently kicked Jared in the shin as Jared surprised him with a soothing kiss to his stomach.
They laughed as they nearly fell off the bed in their eagerness to touch each other. Lying side by side, they held hands as they calmed themselves. Slowly, they began to kiss again, this time less urgently as they strove to find a rhythm. In unison, they began to move against each other delighting in the new found feelings they were evoking in the other. They kissed and caressed dampened skin as they explored and discovered the new territory of one another's body. They rolled over and over tangling themselves in the sheets and blankets, shifting against each other, lost in passion and desire, whispering the other's name. Urgent. Desperate. Loving. Skin against skin. Hardness against hardness. Lips pressed against lips.
Together they slowed the urgency of their love making, coming together in a long drawn out kiss putting all the love they felt for each other into it. They took time to explore learning and memorising every detail of each other's body. Immersing themselves in the sensual feelings they were evoking, they kissed lazily touching and caressing as they slowly rocked their hips enjoying the heat and friction of the new sensations as their cocks rubbed together. They began to speed up their rhythm grinding against one another thrusting harder and harder as they carried each other nearer and nearer toward the pinnacle of passion and completion.
Jared groaned as Jensen teased his skin, nipping and sucking everywhere he could reach. Jared’s muscles tensed and he squeezed his eyes closed. He was so close. Jensen licked at his skin again swiping his tongue across his sensitive nipples. He was done - Jared lost control coming hard, his cock shooting its release between their sweat soaked bodies. Jensen caressed his hands up and down Jared’s arms whispering encouraging words in Jared’s ear. Jared groaned and let himself sink into his orgasm enjoying the desire that rippled through every inch of his body. His body twitched uncontrollably, but he managed to cover Jensen’s mouth with own, nipping and biting, as he rode out his climax.
Finally spent, Jared slumped forward onto Jensen. He rubbed his limp damp cock against Jensen’s thigh a few times eliciting a long drawn out moan from Jensen. Jared moved his hand down toward Jensen’s groin. Jensen’s breathing hitched as Jared lazily ran his fingers up and down his cock. Jensen groaned in ecstasy pushing his cock into Jared’s willing hand, as he possessed Jared’s lips in an enthusiastic kiss. Jensen twisted his body moaning softly as he arched his back off the bed. Jared teased Jensen with slow pumping actions of his cock causing Jensen to whimper with need. His hands roamed restlessly over Jared’s body his fingers tracing wild patterns over the warm flushed skin. Jared claimed Jensen’s mouth possessively revelling in the sensation of the pulsating silky hardness in his hand. "Please." Jensen murmured writhing under the press and weight of Jared’s body.
Jared smiled as he squeezed stroking Jensen’s cock hard. Jared sealed their mouths together as he felt Jensen’s body stiffen. Jensen arched his back once more and cried out. His cock pulsed, on his second cry, spurting his seed between their bodies covering their bellies and thighs. Jared couldn’t help the groan that escaped as he felt the warm dampness spread across his belly.
They continued to shift against one another, their movements fluid, enjoying the final moments of ecstasy, bodies still filled with the energy of their love making. Both finally spent, they reluctantly rolled away from each other laying side by side on their backs staring up at the ceiling while their breathing calmed. Jensen rolled toward Jared snuggling into his side. Giving Jensen a quick kiss, Jared grabbed for his t-shirt cleaning them up quickly before pulling the comforter up over them drawing Jensen toward his body. They lay together - Jared on his back with Jensen cuddled close to his warmth one arm slung over his chest and his head resting on Jared’s shoulder - silently luxuriating in the afterglow of their love making giving one another the occasional soft kiss.
Epilogue
Four weeks later.....
The college hall was bustling with students and their guests. Each of the students had spent the previous day displaying their work ready for the final assessment by their teacher, Mr Brett. The results had been posted, and now the students could relax with their guests and enjoy each other’s artwork.
Jensen ambled into the college hall, hands shoved in his pockets. He peered through the sea of students, looking for Jared. He smiled as he spied him in the corner talking to a group of students. Jensen decided to let him chat while he wandered through the hall looking at the art work. He found himself being surprised at the high calibre of the paintings on display.
He scanned the room again - Jensen was looking for Jared's display. He hadn't seen his portrait, and he was curious. As he passed a young blonde student, she stared at him nudging her friend. They giggled and continued to stare at him. Jensen frowned but smiled at them both; they continued to stare at him giggling occasionally. Jensen shrugged wondering if he had something stuck to him. Shaking his head, Jensen moved to the next display looking up at the paintings.
His mouth dropped open - Jensen had found Jared's work. Pencil sketches of the people in Jared’s life - his mother and father, his work colleagues and their mutual friends - adorned the edges of the board. Delicate water colours of the countryside surrounding their small town had been positioned at the bottom of the display, along with a still life of apples and an abstract of Jensen’s own truck. But the centre of the board was completely dominated by his portrait.
Open mouthed, Jensen stood staring up at his portrait. It was wonderful. Jensen knew he had been posing naked but it was still a bit of shock to see himself with only a green silk scarf barely covering his groin. And it was unmistakably him - his slightly tanned skin, firm muscles, rounded ass, his freckled face and green eyes, his pouty girly lips that he hated. It was all there for everyone to see in bold brush strokes and subtle colours. The painting was erotic, but at the same time gently sensual with soft lines and a delicacy and grace that Jensen would never have seen in himself in a million years. There was an honesty in the portrait that Jensen thought only Jared could have captured, and he had - perfectly. Jared had literally stripped him naked somehow revealing the person he was underneath, the person he only ever showed to Jared. But Jared had also captured something else, something Jensen couldn't quite put his finger on. He squinted up at the painting again noting that Jared had been right, the colours of the scarf had complemented his skin tones and the colour of his eyes. Jensen flushed slightly, now realising why the two girls had stared and giggled at him - there was no mistaking who the model was. Jensen glanced around nervously hoping that Jared hadn't invited any of his Fire station buddies or their mutual friends. Jensen looked back up at his portrait suddenly realising what the “secret ingredient” Jared had used was - it was love, pure and simple. Jensen grinned to himself.
"Do you like it?" Jared came up behind him.
"It's ... it's wonderful," Jensen breathed. "Well except for the idiot with no clothes on," he turned to smile at Jared.
"Jensen," Jared protested slapping at Jensen’s arm. Jared gazed up at the portrait, and couldn’t help being pleased - it was better than he had hoped with the inner Jensen shining out of the oil paints somehow. He cocked his head to one side smiling; he had spent the last two weeks putting all the love he felt for Jensen into the painting. Jared hoped it showed. He glanced around at the small crowd gathering around his display. They seemed to like his exhibition and he noticed a few of the group, both sexes, eyeing Jensen up and down admiringly. Jared grabbed Jensen’s hand possessively, pulling him close. He narrowed his eyes and growled softly in the back of his throat.
“Did you just growl?” Jensen asked, amused.
Jared blushed bright red. “May be,” he shrugged glaring at a man who had stepped too close to Jensen, in Jared’s opinion.
“Dude.”
“Sorry,” Jared blushed again.
Jensen smirked and leaned closer. “I like possessive Jared,” he whispered.
“Good … get used to it,” Jared retorted with a smile.
Jensen grinned. “So what did your jerk of a teacher say?" he asked. "Hope you got a good mark. You really deserve it."
Jared beamed happily squeezing Jensen's hand. "I did. He gave me a really good pass for the other pictures, but he gave me full marks for your portrait," Jared smiled at Jensen. "And then asked if he could buy the painting."
"He did," Jensen looked back at the portrait hoping that Jared hadn't sold it. He looked back at Jared. "What did you say?"
"I said," Jared squeezed Jensen's hand again. "That I wouldn't sell it for all the money in the world."
Jensen beamed at Jared. "Love you," he whispered in Jared's ear.
"Love you too," Jared murmured. "Can't you tell?" he waved a hand at the portrait.
Jensen nodded smiling. He shuffled closer. “I have my helmet in the truck,” he whispered in Jared’s ear.
Jared groaned softly at the thought. “What the hell are we waiting for?” Jared tugged Jensen toward the door.
END