Gingerbread: part 2
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"Harley! No!" he shouted, lunging towards the dog as he almost connected with the objects of his affection. He caught the dog by his collar just in time and prevented him from collecting any further illicit munchables. "Bad dog, sit!" he said, looking stern and wagging a finger at him. He turned to look at Sadie who appeared fairly repentant, though still holding Jensen's sweater in her mouth. "My goodness, what a pair you are. I don't know where you get your ideas from, really."
A slight wheezing 'Hrrmmph' was heard from Jensen who was still on the ground trying to get his wind back. Jared glanced at him, concern on his face, but he still needed to exert his authority over his babies, so, having seen that Jensen was still in fact breathing and not turning blue in the face, he turned his attention back to the dogs.
"Harley, Sadie, heel," he said as masterfully as he could, and was gratified to see that, even though they could be completely clueless at times, both of his dogs retained some memory of their obedience training. Sadie dropped the sweater she had been lovingly carrying and made her way to Jared's side first, keeping close and looking up at him, with all her attention, as she had been taught. Harley seemed to shake himself a little first, as if to say he would do it, but he wasn't keen, before following his sister to Jared's side.
"That's better, good dogs." Jared said. "Now let's get you out of harm's way for a little while, you need to let off some steam. It's my fault for keeping you cooped up so long. Let's let you out into the yard for a while, shall we? I promise you a long run later. Just try and behave now, will you, please?" He led them to the back door and opened it, letting them out into the cooling evening air. When they had gone eagerly through the door, he closed it and turned an apologetic face to Jensen who was still prone on the kitchen floor, staring up at him.
"Jensen, I'm so sorry," he began, moving back towards him. "I don't know why Sadie took it into her head to steal your sweater. She was sleeping on it. She seemed to think it was a game to make me chase after her with it. I was trying to get it from her when I knocked you down." He reached his lover's side and knelt down next to him, his face shadowed with concern. "Are you all right?" he asked, reaching out to check that he hadn't somehow managed to break a rib or something worse when he'd all but flattened his boyfriend.
Jensen gazed at Jared, taking in the concern and love he saw on his face and smiled at him. "I'm fine Jay, a bit bruised maybe, but no harm done." He cupped his hand around Jared's cheek, caressing it gently. "Just give me a hand up and then maybe we should get the tree decorated while we have the kids outside?" Grinning a little, he indicated the waiting tree.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Jared persisted. It seemed that he didn't want to risk hurting his lover any more than he had already. "I hit you pretty hard."
"Nothing a kiss and some TLC won't solve. Later though," Jensen said hastily as Jared had started to lean in to provide said kiss, "Because if we don't start now then this tree is still going to be bare on New Year's Day." Jared laughed and kissed Jensen's nose anyway as he extended a hand to help him to his feet.
"I guess you have a point; so far it's taken us over an hour, and we still haven't strung a single light or hung a bauble," he said.
"Well, you distracted me," Jensen said, grinning at him. "But it might be best if you put the lights on while I get the popcorn done and put the pizza in the oven for later. Then we have to find a space for that nativity of yours. When the tree is done we have to take those crazy dogs for a run."
"We?" Jared said. "You don't usually want to join in our running."
"Well, maybe it's time I did," Jensen said. "After all, families who play together, stay together. Isn't that what they say?"
Jared just grinned. "I knew you loved them as much as I do; all your hard hearted grumbling is just an act."
Jensen smiled. "Who couldn't love them? They're so much like you, it would be impossible not to." He kissed Jared on the cheek and made shooing motions. "Go on now, get decorating, or we'll never be done, and I want an evening with eggnog and cuddling after all of this. I think you owe me that much."
Jared laughed. "I guess I do, and it sounds perfect, so I guess I had better get going." He picked up the strand of lights he had abandoned earlier and went back to the tree, a broad grin on his face.
Turning his attention back to the stove, Jensen got a pan out and began to get the popcorn organized. Once the butter began to smoke a little in the bottom of the pan, he loaded in the popcorn and put on the lid, listening for the tell-tale sound of the corn as it began to explode.
He could see Jared in the living room, tongue between his teeth as he concentrated on stringing strand after strand of lights onto their Christmas tree. Jared was in his element, and Jensen's belly fluttered as he watched him stretch and arch to get to the top. He never got tired of watching his athletic lover. Jared was graceful in his movements, and his body was certainly worth checking out. "All mine," thought Jensen, as Jared reached up to put a star on the tree, exposing a line of tanned skin over his taut six-pack as he did so.
By the time he was done, and the angel was sitting just below the star at the top of the tree, the corn had stopped popping. Jensen dumped it out into a dish to cool and went to see what was left to distribute amongst the branches.
"When I was a kid, we used to put chocolate coins and stuff on the tree and eat them on Christmas day," said Jensen. "Wonder where I can buy some?"
"Got some of those in the bag over on my desk," said Jared, standing back to admire his handiwork. "Ready for them next."
"Popcorn is ready, too, man," said Jensen, going to retrieve the carrier bag full of candy canes and chocolate ornaments. "Jeez, I think you cleared out the entire store. Look at this lot." He pulled out a box of candy canes and began to hang them off the tree, while Jared, never one to miss an opportunity, unwrapped one and stuck it in his mouth, sucking on it as he stood watching.
"Hey, you're supposed to wait 'til Christmas for those," laughed Jensen, shaking his head.
"Oh, come on, Jen, it's only one. Besides, you like me sweet." Jared winked and then went to get the thread Jensen had bought earlier. "Okay, I guess that the popcorn is next," he said, pulling out a thread and squinting as he attempted to thread up a needle. "You want me to do this while you find a place to put the nativity scene?"
Jensen smiled at his lover's clumsy attempts to get the thread through the needle. "I'd love to," he said, "but do you want me to get you started on that popcorn stringing first?"
"Nah, I'm good." Jared crowed as he finally succeeded in putting the thread through the eye of the needle. "You go and find the perfect place for our nativity."
Jensen nodded and went to look again at the beautiful wooden carving. The people were separate figures, and so were the animals. There was plenty of scope for making the nativity scene as original as you wanted by choosing where to place them. They needed a location where the figures could be spread out and displayed for all to see. He considered the surface of a cupboard in one corner of the room; there was a gap between it and some shelving above, it had plenty of space but it was hidden away, and it didn't seem like the perfect place. He sighed, the best position was currently occupied by their magnificent tree. A tree which was now festooned with lights, candy canes and baubles, the odd chocolate coin, and now some popcorn - not forgetting the star and the angel, of course.
Jensen had no idea where he was going to put the nativity, the mantlepiece above the fireplace was too narrow, the cupboard in the corner too out of the way, the table beside what Jared had dubbed 'Jensen's Chair' was hidden from view unless you sat there. Jensen did sit there fairly often when he was reading scripts or writing to his family, but no one else ever used it, and it would not make the ideal place to display something as beautiful as this.
Then he all but hit himself on the forehead for his stupidity. The table might not be in the best position where it was now, but it was totally possible to move it to another part of the room. There was ample space for him to do so, and there was also plenty of room on the table's surface to display the stable and all the little figurines to their fullest advantage. Now all he had to do was decide where to put the table and figure out how to stop the dogs from deciding that the pieces might be good to eat. He looked at Jared, a pained expression on his face. How were they going to stop the dogs, well Harley in particular, from munching on the baby Jesus?
"Water pistol works with Harley," said Jared, once Jensen had expressed his concern. "We show him the scene and tell him no, and then if he goes to it again, we squirt him with the water pistol."
"Dude, you have a water pistol?" Jensen laughed at the idea of his large companion playing cops and robbers with him. "That sounds like a cool idea. Better fill it already." He paused and then turned back to eye Jared suspiciously. "It's not a super-soaker or anything like that, is it? It's just a regular little water pistol?"
"You worry too much, that's your problem," smirked Jared, looking up from his task. "I wouldn't soak Harley; he'd never forgive me. You know what he's like when I threaten to give him a bath."
Reassured, Jensen moved off to reposition the little table, viewing it critically. It needed something over it to hide the marks where many beer bottles had been placed. They were guys. They didn't do tablecloths, and the paper kitchen roll would just look sad. After a few minutes thought, Jensen headed upstairs to grab his white linen shirt from its hanger. He didn't need to wear it until after Christmas, and he could tuck the sleeves under so it wasn't immediately apparent that it was a shirt. Problem solved, he started down the stairs again.
Back in the living room, he deposited his shirt onto the table and began to tuck the sleeves under, then put the stable on top to hold it in place. It looked fine, and he spent the next ten minutes arranging all the figures so that they were perfectly displayed. Finally he turned to check on Jared's progress and caught him with yet another cookie. They really did need to go for a run later, because all that sugar would make his boyfriend super restless.
"How's it going?" he asked, going back to the couch to see how things looked. "Did you hang up Thing 1 and Thing 2 yet?"
"I was saving them 'til last. They're over by the fireplace in their boxes." Jared pointed them out and then rose to hang the last strand of popcorn halfway up the tree. "Plug the lights in and switch 'em on, dude. I can't wait to see how it looks."
Nodding eagerly, Jensen bent to do as he'd been asked, and the tree suddenly blazed with light. "Hey, look at that," he murmured. "It must be Christmas."
"That means I can put your presents under the tree and taunt you, because you won't know what they are 'til Christmas," smirked Jared. "You'll never guess what I got you."
"I haven't done any shopping at all yet, man," Jensen confessed. "Gonna have to go do that sometime this week. I hope that they aren't gonna keep us all day and all night long. It makes it really hard to do anything. I have got you one thing though, and I'm not gonna put it under the tree. You'll just have to wait for it."
"Oooh..." Jared's eyes sparkled at the thought of a present. "What is it? Come on, you can tell me." He turned his best pleading puppy look on Jensen and sat back to let it work its magic. For once though, Jensen proved strong.
"Not a chance, sasquatch. It's a secret, and so it shall remain." He picked up a stray piece of popcorn and threw it at Jared, cheering as it went down inside his collar. "Okay, I'm gonna go heat up the pizza. You up for that?"
Jared sighed, it seemed that sometimes even his best was not good enough to crack Jensen's shell, but at least in this case he knew that it would yield good things in the fullness of time. He knew he had a reputation for being impatient and even impetuous. However, he could bide his time when he chose. He'd had to learn patience. After all, how long had he been in ' hot pursuit' of one J R Ackles, before he'd finally gained his heart's desire? His patience had paid off then, and he felt sure that it would now as well.
"Pizza is good, dude, then I have to take the dogs for a run, and you're coming too, don't forget," he said.
"I haven't forgotten." Jensen murmured. "And then you owe me snuggling and eggnog not to mention very good make-up sex."
"Make up sex?" Jared queried. "We didn't break up, how can we have make up sex?"
"This is the kind of make-up sex where you make it up to me for a) leaving me high and dry so you could b)have cookies before they were really ready, c)rescue my favourite sweater from Sadie, d) knock me flatter than a pancake, and then e)land on me causing my life to flash before my eyes. I think that needs the very best kind of make-up sex, don't you?" Jensen said, both eyebrows rising up his forehead as he ticked off each item on his fingers.
"Guess it does at that," Jared acquiesced. "I really did give you a hard time of it earlier, didn't I?" He grinned and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Dude, really! Double entendres? Just for that I think you should throw in a nice back massage too. Now let me get that pizza done, and you clean up the mess in here, so we can get to the running part." Jensen was snorting with laughter as he went to put the pizza in the oven and make a salad.
Jared couldn't stop the contented grin that flooded his face as he turned to clear up the detritus of packaging left over from decorating the tree.
"And no more candy canes or you'll spoil the pizza," came Jensen's voice from the kitchen.
Jared laughed. "Yes, mom. Guess you know me too well," he replied.
"Never, I could never know you too well, I'll never get tired of trying to know you well enough, though."
He jumped as Jensen was right behind him again. Jensen's voice was rough with emotion as he spoke. Jared turned and looked at his lover.
"I'll never get tired of doing the same with you either," he said, pulling Jensen in close, hard body straining tight against him. It was rare that Jensen let his raw emotions show, even in private, though lately he had been mellowing. It touched Jared very deeply that Jensen was letting him in - closer than he'd let anyone before, from all accounts. He pressed a kiss to Jensen's lips and then pushed him lightly away, swatting his ass as he did so.
"Now bring me pizza," he growled, lightening the mood again in case Jensen suddenly freaked that they were becoming too much like a hallmark greeting card. Though really, lately he thought that they might just be getting there.
Jensen grinned knowingly at him and went back to the kitchen, mumbling something about making him pay for treating him like a chick, but Jared was frankly too happy, hungry and - let's face it - horny, to really care. The lights from the Christmas tree shone cheerily, elevating his mood still further as he put the boxes which had held baubles carefully away for later and collected the trash. He was so looking forward to this Christmas with Jensen.
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Christmas Eve was full of chores. Jensen had prepared vegetables, and Jared had found a way of barbecuing a turkey he was determined to try. Their families had flown in, and both sets of parents were booked into a hotel downtown, while Megan and Mackenzie were staying with them - "slumming it," as Jared put it. Mack was going to be sleeping in the room that had been Jensen's, before he'd moved into Jared's, and Jensen had told her about his gingerbread house and sworn her to secrecy. She'd promised to guard it carefully.
He'd decided he was going to give his creation to Jared straight after Midnight Mass. He could hardly believe that he'd suddenly become domestic after so many years of being constantly on the move. He'd be thinking about interior design next, and that was a scary thought. He went to find his boyfriend.
"Jay?"
Jared looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor, wrestling with Harley. "What's up, dude?"
"You think we're getting too domestic?" Jensen frowned, worry lines etching his forehead.
"How do you mean?" Jared heaved Harley off his chest to lie panting and grinning beside him. "You don't feel the urge to go find drapes and shit, do you?"
"Dude, Christmas trees and stuff? I dunno. I had a moment of panic there." Jensen shrugged. "What can I say? I don't want to turn into a girl is all."
"Too late! You're totally the girl, man! Look at you with your long, curly eyelashes and your pretty, pretty lips." Jensen was about to protest, when Jared jumped him, rolling him over onto his back and kissing the verbally abused lips with intent to quell any objections. What would have happened next will never be known, because Mack came into the living room, stepped over them on her way to place a gift under the tree and snickered.
"Get a room!"
"This is a room, short stuff," growled Jared.
"And I'm in it, being scarred for life," she said, still giggling as she went back to wherever she'd come from.
"What time is it?" Jensen took the opportunity to sit up, his face the mix of wanton sexuality and exasperation that only Jared could instigate.
"Nine thirty, why?" Jared was frowning, wondering why Jensen wasn't beating him up for the earlier insults.
"Nine thirty?" Jensen said. "I need to get my gifts down to place around the tree. And there's still a lot of stuff to do before we have our parents over tomorrow, and we have to get ready to meet them for Midnight Mass and..."
"Man, relax, you're too wound up here. We agreed that we would be laid back and not get freaked about playing host to everyone. Go and get your gifts and then we'll get showered and ready. I'm sure if we're early Gary will give us something to do at the Church. Anything to stop you going all OCD on me." Jared said, fondly exasperated with his lover's behavior. "Go on, go and get your stuff while I get organized here."
"What have you got to get organized?" Jensen asked, intrigued.
"Just a little something," Jared said, waggling his eyebrows. "Don't worry, it won't be a bad thing. Go get dressed up, and I'll check that everything is as ready as it can be, so we can relax."
Jensen stood and went to climb the stairs to their room to collect his gifts, while Jared went to let the dogs out and collect a few last minute odds and ends he had stored in the garage that also doubled as his gym. The dogs were snuggled together in the warm 'nest' Jared had made for them. He'd found the most enormous dog bed in the entire world - or so it seemed to him - and it was just right for his babies. An old blanket and some of their favorite toys had been placed there, and it had become their 'retreat'. It meant that if they had a house full of people the dogs always had somewhere they could be without feeling threatened by crowds and without being in the way.
Food and water were placed in their own special corner of the multi-purpose room and they both seemed content to use it. Today they had been out for a run with Jared and Jensen in the morning, then after breakfast the girls had taken them for a walk around the neighborhood and they had gone for another short run with Jared alone while Jensen and the girls had cooked dinner. Now the dogs were tired and clearly happy to spend their time snoozing, which had been part of the plan for a quiet Christmas Eve.
Jared smiled down at Sadie as she raised her head in acknowledgment of his presence. "S'ok girl, you go back to sleep. Just going to fetch a couple of things before we go out. Don't wake your brother," Jared said, running a hand across her head to soothe her as he passed. She snuffled into his hand and then relaxed back into the warm cocoon she shared with Harley, clearly happy to stay where she was.
Jared collected a small bag from under the weight bench, and a box from the corner shelf and went back up into the house. He hurriedly returned to the living room and headed for the fireplace. Stopping in front of it he carefully checked that he wasn't being observed and then put one small parcel in each stocking hanging there, making sure to tuck them way down so that they would be the last gifts to be discovered. He then took the box and walked towards the doorway of the room where he had recently put a hook in the ceiling. From this he now proceeded to hang a beautiful green bunch of mistletoe completely covered in small white berries and tied up with a green ribbon. Satisfied with his work he went to put the box and bag out with the trash before heading up the stairs to join Jensen in getting ready for Midnight Mass.
......
They were attending the Candlelight Service at St Andrew's Church downtown, on Nelson and Burrard. It was a place that had come to mean a lot to the both of them since they had been working in the city. Jensen had come across it first during his time on Dark Angel. The first episode he'd been in, and at the time he'd thought his only appearance on the show, his character had been living at the church and making offerings to a statue of Mary.
He'd loved the building, which was beautiful, and had taken to chatting to the priest in charge while waiting for lighting and various pieces of equipment to be maneuvered around the area where they were shooting. He'd taken an immediate liking to The Reverend Gary Paterson and had found himself drawn to attending the odd service there during his periods of work in Vancouver in the years following that first encounter.
Then Supernatural had used the church to film the episode 'Houses of The Holy,' and he and Jared had started attending services together; even getting involved, behind the scenes, in the fund-raising activities of the church community. They had become friends with The Reverend Gary and his spouse, Tim. It had seemed natural to both of them to suggest that they all attend the celebration of Christ's Birth here with both their families on this their first Christmas as a couple.
Despite their last minute rush, and waiting for the girls to be ready, they arrived in good time to meet their parents outside the church and get inside to their places in the old wooden pews, before the processional was played on the organ and the service began.
Jared soaked up the warmth of the atmosphere, the love and care were almost palpable in the church that night. He shed a small tear when the children of the congregation performed the nativity but those tears pricked the back of his eyes with a vengeance when Jensen rose from his place by his side and strode towards the front of the church to claim a guitar from a stand to one side of the children, where they stood in the final tableau. Turning to face the congregation Jensen started to play, sure and certain, caressing the strings precisely; then his clear voice filled the air as he sang the old hymn by Christina Rosetti.
"Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.
Worship we the Godhead,
Love incarnate, love divine;
Worship we our Jesus:
But wherewith for sacred sign?
Love shall be our token,
Love be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign."
As the final notes faded the congregation rose to receive the blessing and to share the peace. Jensen rejoined him, and Jared hugged him hard.
"That was beautiful," he said, voice cracking with emotion. "I love you so much."
Jensen held his lover close and whispered, "I know, and I love you too."
Then they were being shepherded out into the cold night air to greet the dawn of another Christmas Day.
***
They'd seen their parents back to the hotel next door to the church, and made their way back over the bridge to the south side of False Creek before turning their faces to home. Jared was still bemused by Jensen's performance. He loved to hear his partner sing, but he knew how shy Jensen was about performing in public. He was uncharacteristically silent, to the extent that Megan leaned forward from the rear seat to ask him if he was getting sick, making Jensen snicker.
The sky was black, frosty and star encrusted, and as they rolled out of Jensen's truck Jared gave a little cry and gripped his shoulder, pointing up to where there was a sudden burst of flashes. "Shooting stars, look," he called out, and for a few moments they stood, craning their necks to watch the display.
It was Jensen who clipped the back of Jared's head and smirked up at him. "See, Santa does exist, and if that was him, we'd better be getting to bed, or he won't come calling."
The girls both rolled their eyes, but pretty soon they were saying goodnight and heading for bed.
"Shut the door." Jensen pushed Jared back against the paneled wood and closed the space between them, pressing his shoulders back with a kiss to make sure the door clicked shut. "Don't want Harley in here right now. He doesn't get this. I made it for you."
Jared was frowning, confused, but he nodded, wondering what Jensen was talking about. He moved to pull his lover in for a more thorough kiss, but Jensen skipped deftly backwards, avoiding the clinch, and went to open his closet door. "Dude, could you do something for me?" he asked over his shoulder. "Just sit on the bed for me and close your eyes."
Thoroughly mystified, Jared could only nod and do what he'd been asked, a little flutter of anticipation running through him, warming his belly and tightening things down in the pit of it.
Jensen pulled open the door of his closet. The gingerbread house he'd built nestled inside, pristine on its icing sugar and white chocolate base. Carefully lifting it, Jensen carried it over to where Jared was sitting, hands pressed to his eyes, and laid it down beside him. This was showtime, and he was feeling a little nervous about how Jared would react. If the worst came to the worst, Jared would just eat the thing, Jensen knew that! But he wanted Jared to realize the love he'd put into making it. Taking a deep breath, he bit his lip. Then, dropping to his knees in front of him, he took hold of Jared's hands and drew them away from his eyes.
"Okay, dude. Check it out," he whispered, voice catching.
Jared opened his eyes, gazing deeply into Jensen's clear green ones and smiling at him. Then he noticed the item that Jensen had placed on the bed beside him and turned to look at it properly. His eyes opened wide in complete amazement at what he saw. It was an almost perfect replica of The Christmas Cottage from Kinkade's painting, and it was clearly not something that one could buy ready made. Even with all his merchandising activities, Kinkade had never produced a gingerbread house for sale, which meant either that Jensen had paid someone to make this for him or he had made it himself.
Suddenly he remembered the night when they had decorated the tree and Jensen had been baking cookies. That's when he had done this, Jared was sure of it, and he was completely overwhelmed at the effort his lover had put into making something that would have meaning for him. Not to mention that would make his mouth water.
"It's beautiful," he breathed, "it's completely awesome, and you made this all by yourself?"
Jensen nodded, his face a little shy and slightly pink with embarrassment.
"God, Jen, it's gorgeous! Look at the lights made out of candy on the edge of the roof, and the little red bows, and the wreath on the door, the fencing and the porch. It must have taken you hours! And you made it all for me?"
"It was the exhibition that triggered it," Jensen explained, "and then the tree and...I just had to do something nice for you after everything you've given me."
Jared looked at Jensen's earnest face. "Everything I've given you, Jen?" he said. "All I've done is share with you, and ask you to share with me. I don't think I've given more than I've received." He took Jensen's face in his hands and stroked one cheekbone as he said, "I love you Jensen Ross Ackles, and I'm so very glad that we met. I am even more glad that we are sharing our lives together, and I want you to know that this is beautiful," he gestured to the house, "And that you, are all I need for Christmas." Then he kissed Jensen on the mouth, lips gliding over soft, pillowy sweetness as he fastened his lips against Jensen's.
"Harley ate the roof," murmured Jensen, when he could speak again. "I was kind of lucky, because I bought two kits just in case I messed one up. Anyway, there were extra bits, and I managed to get it to look right." He disengaged himself from Jared and carefully took the house, putting it up on one of the two dressers under the window. "Merry Christmas, Jay," he said, his face beaming now that he knew Jared appreciated his efforts. "I'm glad you like it."
Jared reached for him, grabbing a wrist and yanking Jensen down to sprawl across his lap. "Like it? I love it. Except I don't know if I can bring myself to eat it, because you made it, and, if I eat it, it will be gone."
"Problem solved," smirked Jensen. "In the morning I'll take a bunch of photographs of it, and then you can devour it whole as long as you don't spoil your Christmas dinner. That way you'll have a record of its passing. I may snap a couple of you taking bites out of it too." He chuckled, and as he reached his arms around Jared's neck, his boyfriend gave a throaty growl and carried him backwards onto the pillows, pressing his mouth down to capture Jensen's in a long, passionate kiss.
"Now I get to unwrap another present," breathed Jared against warm, plush lips. "The best one ever."
"I didn't wrap it or anything," whispered Jensen, shivering as Jared drew a hand down his side to slide under his shirt and find his flesh.
"It's still way too wrapped up for me." Jared gave a little laugh and began to unfasten the buttons of his lover's shirt, deft fingers slowly opening the garment until he could push it off Jensen's shoulders.
"First the outer layer of wrapping comes off, and then you find the tasty bits," murmured Jared, pushing his thumbs up under the T-shirt that Jensen was wearing and tugging it up so that his lover's bare chest was exposed. "Every inch is delicious, but it's the creamy filling I like best." As he was speaking, he was kissing his way down Jensen's chest, pausing to linger on a pert brown nipple on his way.
Jensen shivered again as Jared's nose and then his lips brushed against the nipple sending spikes of sensation down his spine, directly to his cock. A small lick to that nipple and then Jared moved across to its twin, leaving the cold air to peak the sensitive tissue there. Suddenly Jensen could feel himself coming apart at the seams. His lover was moving again, further down his torso to lick at his navel, causing Jensen to blink hard as he realised that his eyes were leaking, and he felt ridiculously exposed. He was used to Jared's slow lovemaking by now, but this adoration of his body - there was no other word for it - was making him crazy. It was as though every nerve ending in his body was hot wired to his cock, but it also felt as though everyone in the whole world could see how it made him feel.
He felt as though he might just fall apart at any moment and it was both beautiful and scary. He had never, never been loved like this by anyone. He couldn't think any more, and he couldn't find his voice, but he could feel himself beginning to shake from the sheer amount of emotion inside him. It was almost too much to bear. Then Jared lifted his head and stared directly at him.
"Shhhh Jensen, let me love you," he said and kissed him on the end of his nose, before moving quickly to remove his own clothing and the rest of Jensen's. He gently pushed his lover over until he was lying on his stomach. He straddled Jensen's thighs and proceeded to lay his warm hands on the strong shoulders beneath him. He stroked and pressed gently and firmly over the muscles of his back and thighs by turns, until all remaining tension had ebbed from his lover's body. Then he moved down to press his tongue to the base of Jensen's spine.
Jensen shuddered again and gave a little groan, but Jared could tell that it was one of delight rather than of unbearable tension. He grinned and moved downwards towards his prize. Laving his tongue against the crack of Jensen's pert ass, he stabbed it inwards to that most sensitive of places and then pressed hard as he licked upwards, paused and then repeated the move.
"Fuck!!!" Jensen gasped, and his head came up sharply. "I'll come if you do that again."
Jared chuckled wickedly and leant down to deliver another round, adding his thumbs into the equation. He was not disappointed to see his lover begin to shake and grind against the bed as he fell over the edge into orgasm.
"What makes you think that I didn't want that to happen?" Jared asked as he moved back up to brush his thumb across Jensen's now flushed cheek. "And don't think that's the end either, because I need to make certain that you know you're mine."
"God, you'll kill me," Jensen murmured, "But what a way to go."
"Don't die yet," said Jared, grinning like a fool as he pressed Jensen over onto his back and away from the wet spot. "I'm so not done with you."
"Greedy bastard," said Jensen, trying his best to capture the digit that was caressing his face with his lips. "I believe it's my turn to play a little," he said, his voice dropping until it sounded like Dean's seductive growl.
He finally caught the marauding thumb and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he plotted what he thought of as his revenge. Once he'd decided, he let the thumb escape with a wet pop and struggled to sit, pushing Jared back so that he could survey the length of him. Jared was gorgeous, and Jensen never grew tired of looking at him. Now he was smiling tenderly as he took in the long, strong limbs, the finely muscled chest, the rippled six-pack and the curved cock, rearing red and purple against toned brown skin.
Jared smiled up at him, love in his eyes that just about melted Jensen, sent fluttering pulses through him that set his cock to filling all over again, despite the fact that he'd just shot his load. He bent to nibble over Jared's mouth, lips plucking at it, then sliding moistly against it as his tongue delved inside to find its partner and twine around it. "Gonna make you feel good too," he murmured and reached down to capture and squeeze Jared's hard cock so that Jared gasped.
"Hold your horses," grinned Jensen, bending to nuzzle into the wiry curls that sprouted at the juncture of his lover's thighs. He heard Jared's little, choking gasp and smirked up at him, eyes full of mischief. "Feeling a little peckish here," he said and took hold of the cock that had twitched itself closer to his nose. It was leaking, slowly pulsing as Jensen drew his fingers down over it. Circling the base with one hand, he met Jared's lust-drugged gaze with his own steady stare and opened his lips, bending over to suck in the head. Jared moaned softly as Jensen swirled his tongue around the tip of his dick, cheeks hollowed with the effort of sucking him. As Jared whispered filthy, filthy encouragement, he slowly lowered down over Jared's cock until he could feel it stopping his airway and making him drool.
The blowjob that followed was thorough and skilled. Jared reached down to bury his fingers into Jensen's short hair, hand resting as he tried his damnedest not to clutch and grab, not to force himself down Jensen's talented throat. He was almost there, could feel his balls drawing up under teasing fingertips, was panting in his attempts to get more air, breathe deeply enough, when Jensen suddenly pulled away.
"Uh, not so fast, Jay. Don't want you coming ‘til you're deep inside me." He gave Jared a sweet smile and then scrambled up to sit over his lover's thighs. "Wanna pass me the lube?" he asked, running his hands over Jared's quivering stomach.
All kind of things were knocked unceremoniously to the floor in Jared's haste to find the requested bottle of slick, but it didn't take long for it to be placed in Jensen's hands, and then in even less time Jensen was applying it liberally to Jared's dick and his own crack. "You ready?" he asked, and pressed Jared into himself in one long downward lunge, coming to rest on Jared's thighs with his cock buried deep inside.
Jared had long since given up conscious thought. He was aware of slick, velvet heat, prickling, tickling pleasure and lambent green eyes that promised him the world. He bit his lip, trying his best not to come right there and lose it before they really started, and Jensen smiled, waiting for him, until he gave a nod and began to move, evidently satisfied with the state of Jared's libido.
"Let it go whenever you're ready," murmured Jensen, starting a slow, twisting roll of his hips that pulled any remaining blood from his brain south to join the rest. Orgasm was close, so close. He reached for Jensen's cock and began to work it, squeezing and stroking, until he could feel Jensen's movements starting to lose their fluid rhythm. "Come with me?" he asked, stroking harder, faster, matching the movements as Jensen slid up and down on him.
It was too much. He could feel the heated, tingling glow at the base of his spine, tightening his thighs, threatening a conflagration.
Jensen had thrown his head back, and he was moaning, riding him fast and hard as he approached his own moment of truth. He'd closed his eyes, sunk his teeth into his lower lip and looked for all the world like a debauched angel.
"Can't stop it," growled Jared, almost despairing as the tightly coiled pleasure inside him burst to coil around his spine and tighten it, ignited his balls and sent a burst of sheer sweet release tingling out through his cock to flood Jensen.
Moments later, Jensen gave a little cry and his tissues rippled and pulsed, tightening down on Jared's still tingling cock. Jared swore as he felt the last of his orgasm intensify with Jensen's final movement, driving him to a point that was just this side of painful but definitely the other side of bliss. He saw stars for a moment and was barely able to breathe as his lover slid forward to lie spent against his chest.
"Fuck," he moaned, "I hope the girls didn't hear any of that, you made me get quite creative with language there, Jen."
"Mhmmm," Jensen hummed contentedly, barely able to speak in his blissful, fucked-out state.
Jared could feel him getting boneless and laughed a little. "Hey there, sleepyhead, need to get us cleaned up here before you get to the land of nod."
"Mmfffsppff," Jensen agreed, waving an arm aimlessly in his almost coma.
Jared carefully lifted his lover off his softening cock and turned him onto his side. "Okay sleeping beauty," he said, "you stay there. I'll be right back." He padded across the room to the en-suite to claim a washcloth to clean Jensen of the copious amount of come that had attached itself to his body, pausing only to take a piss and clean himself up. Jensen's eyes barely fluttered in recognition of his ministrations when he returned. He did lean in to Jared's brief kiss though, and Jared smiled contentedly as he returned the washcloth to the shower to deal with in the morning.
On his way back to bed he passed the little gingerbread Christmas Cottage. Once again overwhelmed at the effort that Jensen had put into the little gift, a whim, just to please him. He turned out the light and climbed back into bed with his warm, relaxed lover. Pulling him into his arms and kissing him once more, he said a brief prayer of thanks to whichever guardian angel had sent this man into his life. Then they were both blissfully asleep.
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The End