Rules of Engagement 4/4
Part 3
It’s well past midnight before Jensen’s flight lands in New York. He’d been unable to get on the same flight as Jared, and the next flight with an empty seat didn’t leave for another three agonizing hours. It gives him the chance to go back to his parents’ house to properly say goodbye to everyone and pack his things. Still, it’s a long wait, especially not knowing what would happen to Jared once he got back to New York. A text from Jared claims he fixed everything for now, but that doesn’t reassure Jensen too much.
Not bothering to go home first, Jensen takes a cab straight to Jared’s place. He’s never been there before, but he knows Jared lives in a penthouse that spans half the extensive 5th floor. When he knocks, he hears scuffling noises from inside and the sudden silence from the TV getting muted or turned off. A second later, Jared yanks the door open and immediately crowds against him. Their lips crash together in a messy, hungry kiss. Jensen drops his bags to thread his hands into Jared’s unruly hair, then pushes Jared backwards into the apartment. Pressing Jensen to the wall, Jared manages to kick the door closed. Jensen has a brief thought for his stuff but figures it’s safe in the private hallway. And Jared’s sucking on his bottom lip anyway. He’d rather concentrate on that.
“Jensen, thank God. It’s about damn time,” Jared complains once he tears their mouths apart.
“I know, I know. We got delayed in Chicago and then I couldn’t find a cab and-”
Groaning, Jared slides a hand around his back and up the inside of his shirt. Jensen’s nerve endings come alive at every warm touch of Jared’s broad palm.
“Less talking, more kissing.”
“Yes, sir,” Jensen murmurs, using his thumb to tilt Jared’s head back up. Jared smiles against his mouth. There are things they should probably talk about, but that can wait. Even though everything just happened today, Jensen feels like he’s waited for this moment forever. For the chance to touch Jared with intent and purpose and without an audience.
They kiss for a long time, slowly grinding against each other, until Jensen’s mouth feels numb and swollen. It doesn’t make him stop, though. When Jared finally pulls away to rest his forehead on Jensen’s shoulder, Jensen’s pulse is racing, beating hard.
“Want you, Jen,” Jared rasps, flicking out his tongue against his neck. “Gonna fuck you so good.”
“What if I wanna fuck you?” Jensen murmurs, and Jared shudders, groaning. “I take it you like that idea?”
“Fuck. Yes.” Jared smirks at him. “But first Imma blow you.”
Jensen’s dick throbs at that, painfully tight against his zipper. Jared’s mouth is already red and wet, and the thought of it stretched around Jensen’s dick makes Jensen moan.
Jared drags his tongue down the length of Jensen’s neck and nips gently at his collarbone, then slowly slips to his knees, rubbing against Jensen’s body the whole way down. Jensen finds himself holding his breath, overwhelmed with the reverent way Jared’s looking at him. Jared unhurriedly unbuttons Jensen’s jeans, the noise of the zipper sounding surprisingly erotic in the otherwise silent apartment. Pushing Jensen’s pants and boxers down his legs, Jared inhales sharply.
“Gorgeous,” Jared says softly, lightly tracing a fingertip along the length of Jensen’s dick. “Knew you would be.”
“Jared.” He’s whining, but Jared’s a fucking tease, and he needs some relief from the bone-deep ache Jared’s light touch causes.
Jared simply smiles, then bends forward slightly to nuzzle at the crease of Jensen’s thigh, hands slowly sliding up his legs to rest on his hips, the roughness of his calloused fingers raising goose bumps on Jensen’s sensitive skin. He licks and bites at Jensen’s hipbones before finally taking the head of Jensen’s dick into his mouth and sucking gently. Shouting Jared’s name, Jensen bucks his hips, overwhelmed by the slick heat of Jared’s mouth.
He doesn’t rush this anymore than he’s rushed anything else. He easily has Jensen begging and panting. The way he curls his tongue over the tip and lightly scrapes his teeth along the thick vein on the underside drive Jensen crazy. Jensen moves his hands down to cup Jared’s head, holding him in place.
Jared pulls off and wraps a hand around Jensen’s hard-on instead. There’s spit gathered in the corner of his mouth and dripping down his chin, and Jensen finds that so unbelievably hot that he nearly loses it right then.
“So gorgeous like this Jen,” Jared tells him, voice sounding raw and abused. Jensen whimpers as Jared tightens his fist, hips rocking faster as he nears the edge. Smiling, Jared kisses his belly, then looks up at him through his dusky eyelashes. “You gonna come for me, baby? Don’t hold back, all right?”
“Fuck, Jared. Come on.”
Jared slides his hand to the base of Jensen’s dick, then fits his mouth over the rest and sucks hard. That’s all Jensen needs, and he manages to grunt out a warning before he comes, long, hot spurts that Jared effortlessly swallows. He works Jensen through the aftershocks, until Jensen’s dick twitches and he groans in protest. Jared climbs back to his feet and presses against Jensen, kissing him. Jensen tastes the salty bitterness of himself on Jared’s tongue, something he’s never quite gotten used to in the past, but this time he doesn’t care too much.
“Come on,” Jared whispers, threading his fingers through Jensen’s and leading him down the hall.
Jensen kicks his pants and boxers off, though he feels a little silly wearing nothing but a t-shirt with his dick still hanging out. But Jared stops every few feet to press wet kisses to his throat and jaw or to caress the soft skin above his hip. He really can’t care about anything else when Jared’s touching him like that.
Sometime before they reach the bedroom, Jensen loses his shirt and gains several marks on his skin from Jared’s mouth and teeth. Jared guides him toward the bed, but Jensen tugs on his hand to stop him.
“Wait. It’s my turn. I wanna see you,” Jensen says, grasping the hem of Jared’s shirt.
“Whatever you want,” Jared states easily, and somehow Jensen knows he doesn’t just mean with this.
Jared had changed into lounge pants and a t-shirt while he waited for Jensen to show up, and Jensen smoothly strips them off him now, revealing the toned and powerful body Jensen always knew lay hidden under the Armani suits. He still catches his breath, though, because this is even better than he ever imagined.
“You’re beautiful.” He skates a palm over Jared’s pectoral, watching as his nipple stiffens. “Perfect.” From the sleek muscles of his chest and flat stomach, all the way down his strong thighs and calves. Everything about Jared is perfect, including the erection straining towards his stomach, long and thick, red at the tip and leaking precome. Jensen can’t wait to explore every flawless inch of him.
“On the bed,” Jensen instructs, pushing gently on Jared’s chest.
Jared grins, then crawls on the bed, lying spread out on his back, on full display for Jensen’s greedy gaze. Fisting the sheets, Jared swallows hard as Jensen climbs on after him and straddles Jared’s thighs.
“Jen,” he groans, pushing his hips up and grinding his dick against the grooves of Jensen’s stomach.
Jensen plants his hands on the mattress on either side of Jared’s head and hovers over him, mouth barely brushing Jared’s. “There are so many things I wanna do to you.”
“Later,” Jared counters, gripping Jensen’s ass to grind up harder. “Just fuck me.”
Jensen shivers at the raw need in Jared’s voice, his dick going from half-hard to fully hard so fast it’s nearly painful. Jared’s right. There’s time for slow and thorough later. He bends down to mouth at Jared’s ear. “Do you have anything?”
“Yeah,” Jared breathes, pointing his chin toward the nightstand. “In the drawer.”
Lifting up enough to reach the nightstand, he keeps one hand on Jared’s chest for balance and opens the drawer with the other, pulling out the full box of condoms and unopened bottle of lube. He arches an eyebrow at Jared, who ducks his chin.
“I stopped to buy stuff on the way home from the airport,” he explains, then turns bright red.
He’s never seen Jared really blush before. It’s so new and unexpected that he has to stop and stare for a long moment. “I’m glad you did,” he murmurs, pressing light kisses to Jared’s flaming cheeks.
Jared whimpers, arms coming up to wrap around Jensen’s back, broad palms covering Jensen’s shoulder blades. Jensen kisses him, sucking on Jared’s bottom lip, then backs up.
“Jen?”
“Shh. I’ve got you, Jay.”
Jensen kneels between Jared’s spread thighs. He opens the lube and slicks his fingers, pausing for a moment before touching Jared. He’s had several fantasies about this over the last few years, mostly of Jared at his mercy and begging, but he never pictured it quite like this. He needs a minute to process what’s about to happen. But then Jared whines and shifts restlessly, and Jensen’s attention snaps back to the task at hand. One finger slips inside slowly. Jensen’s breath quickens at the resistance.
“Fuck. So tight, Jay,” he groans. “How long’s it been?”
“A long time. Even longer since somebody fucked me.” His voice is thready and strained. Jensen could get used to hearing that. “God, Jen, come on. More.”
Smirking, Jensen kisses Jared’s upraised knee. “You’re so demanding,” he teases, and Jared swears at him.
When Jensen finally adds a second finger, twisting and scissoring and stretching, Jared reaches down and starts jerking himself off. And there’s no way Jensen’s gonna let Jared have all the fun.
“Hey,” he says, pushing Jared’s hand away.
Jared grunts in response, then hisses as Jensen wraps his fist around Jared’s dick, stroking once from base to tip. Jared’s hips stutter, fucking back on Jensen’s fingers and into his hand.
“Ready?” Jensen asks, and Jared nods.
He pulls his fingers free and wipes them off on the sheets, then fumbles for the condom where he left it on the pillow. Jared watches him with hungry eyes as Jensen rolls the condom on, stroking his dick lazily. He’s gorgeous, spread out and waiting for Jensen.
Nudging Jared’s knees farther apart, Jensen lines himself up and pushes in slowly. Jared’s still tight, and he makes a soft distressed noise. Jensen immediately stops, fingers caressing lightly over Jared’s chest.
“Give me a minute,” Jared tells him on a slow exhale.
“You all right?”
“Yeah, just. Give me a minute.”
Jensen holds steady for several moments until Jared gives him the go-ahead. He takes it even slower this time, tracking Jared for any other signs of discomfort. But Jared pulls him down into a kiss, smiling.
“M’fine,” Jared says against his mouth. “Move, Jen. Wanna feel you.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs.
He fucks into Jared hard, quickly settling into a rhythm that makes Jared’s breath hitch and heels dig into the back of Jensen’s thighs. Jared moans Jensen’s name over and over and, yeah, Jensen could definitely get used to hearing Jared say it in that broken and needy way.
“Fuck, Jared. So good. Feel so good.” Jensen lays random kisses to Jared’s jaw and throat, sliding a hand down to jack Jared off.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck. Jensen!”
A few strokes later, Jared comes, whole body jerking and shaking. Jensen fucks him through it, easing up a little until Jared’s dick goes soft against his palm. Then he shifts up onto his knees, changing the angle slightly. Gripping Jared’s slim hips, Jensen thrusts harder, deeper, moving Jared up the bed each time he slams home. The bed squeaks, the headboard banging against the wall at each deep thrust. Jensen didn’t pay close attention to the layout of Jared’s apartment, but he hopes the bedroom isn’t on a wall shared with the neighbors in the penthouse next door or else they’ll know exactly what’s going on. And Jensen wants to keep this just between them.
Jared props himself up on an elbow and curls his hand around the back of Jensen’s neck, kissing him messy and slow and perfect. Jensen shoots over the edge with Jared’s tongue in his mouth, muffling his shouts and moans. Jensen collapses on top of Jared, breathing harsh and heart pounding. Jared’s arms come around him, holding him close while Jared brushes a kiss to his forehead.
Eventually, Jared rolls out from under him and off the bed, then reappears with a washcloth to clean them up.
“C’mere,” Jensen insists sleepily when Jared tosses the cloth onto the floor.
Jared knee-walks across the bed and stretches out next to Jensen, their bodies automatically entwining, heads on the same pillow so they’re nearly nose-to-nose.
“Hey,” Jared whispers, that amazing, soft smile curving his lips.
“Hi,” Jensen answers, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice, and Jared’s smile turns more playful.
Jensen indulges himself and finally reaches out to brush the hair out of Jared’s eyes like he’s wanted to for so long. It’s soft and silky under his hand, sweaty at the temples and curling all over the place because of it. He traces over Jared’s eyebrow with his thumb and down the side of his face, and Jared leans into the touch, making soft, contented noises. Jensen gently kisses across his cheeks before pressing his lips to Jared’s. The kiss stays light, sweet, nothing more than sharing breath. So unlike the frantic ones from earlier. Every time Jared touches him, it’s a revelation and a surprise, and Jensen can’t wait to learn it all.
Their kisses soon slow down and turn sleepy, the long day and jet lag finally catching up to them. The last thing Jensen remembers before falling asleep is Jared nuzzling his ear and whispering, “Love you, Jen.”
It’s well past midnight before Jensen’s flight lands in New York. He’d been unable to get on the same flight as Jared, and the next flight with an empty seat didn’t leave for another three agonizing hours. It gives him the chance to go back to his parents’ house to properly say goodbye to everyone and pack his things. Still, it’s a long wait, especially not knowing what would happen to Jared once he got back to New York. A text from Jared claims he fixed everything for now, but that doesn’t reassure Jensen too much.
Not bothering to go home first, Jensen takes a cab straight to Jared’s place. He’s never been there before, but he knows Jared lives in a penthouse that spans half the extensive 5th floor. When he knocks, he hears scuffling noises from inside and the sudden silence from the TV getting muted or turned off. A second later, Jared yanks the door open and immediately crowds against him. Their lips crash together in a messy, hungry kiss. Jensen drops his bags to thread his hands into Jared’s unruly hair, then pushes Jared backwards into the apartment. Pressing Jensen to the wall, Jared manages to kick the door closed. Jensen has a brief thought for his stuff but figures it’s safe in the private hallway. And Jared’s sucking on his bottom lip anyway. He’d rather concentrate on that.
“Jensen, thank God. It’s about damn time,” Jared complains once he tears their mouths apart.
“I know, I know. We got delayed in Chicago and then I couldn’t find a cab and-”
Groaning, Jared slides a hand around his back and up the inside of his shirt. Jensen’s nerve endings come alive at every warm touch of Jared’s broad palm.
“Less talking, more kissing.”
“Yes, sir,” Jensen murmurs, using his thumb to tilt Jared’s head back up. Jared smiles against his mouth. There are things they should probably talk about, but that can wait. Even though everything just happened today, Jensen feels like he’s waited for this moment forever. For the chance to touch Jared with intent and purpose and without an audience.
They kiss for a long time, slowly grinding against each other, until Jensen’s mouth feels numb and swollen. It doesn’t make him stop, though. When Jared finally pulls away to rest his forehead on Jensen’s shoulder, Jensen’s pulse is racing, beating hard.
“Want you, Jen,” Jared rasps, flicking out his tongue against his neck. “Gonna fuck you so good.”
“What if I wanna fuck you?” Jensen murmurs, and Jared shudders, groaning. “I take it you like that idea?”
“Fuck. Yes.” Jared smirks at him. “But first Imma blow you.”
Jensen’s dick throbs at that, painfully tight against his zipper. Jared’s mouth is already red and wet, and the thought of it stretched around Jensen’s dick makes Jensen moan.
Jared drags his tongue down the length of Jensen’s neck and nips gently at his collarbone, then slowly slips to his knees, rubbing against Jensen’s body the whole way down. Jensen finds himself holding his breath, overwhelmed with the reverent way Jared’s looking at him. Jared unhurriedly unbuttons Jensen’s jeans, the noise of the zipper sounding surprisingly erotic in the otherwise silent apartment. Pushing Jensen’s pants and boxers down his legs, Jared inhales sharply.
“Gorgeous,” Jared says softly, lightly tracing a fingertip along the length of Jensen’s dick. “Knew you would be.”
“Jared.” He’s whining, but Jared’s a fucking tease, and he needs some relief from the bone-deep ache Jared’s light touch causes.
Jared simply smiles, then bends forward slightly to nuzzle at the crease of Jensen’s thigh, hands slowly sliding up his legs to rest on his hips, the roughness of his calloused fingers raising goose bumps on Jensen’s sensitive skin. He licks and bites at Jensen’s hipbones before finally taking the head of Jensen’s dick into his mouth and sucking gently. Shouting Jared’s name, Jensen bucks his hips, overwhelmed by the slick heat of Jared’s mouth.
He doesn’t rush this anymore than he’s rushed anything else. He easily has Jensen begging and panting. The way he curls his tongue over the tip and lightly scrapes his teeth along the thick vein on the underside drive Jensen crazy. Jensen moves his hands down to cup Jared’s head, holding him in place.
Jared pulls off and wraps a hand around Jensen’s hard-on instead. There’s spit gathered in the corner of his mouth and dripping down his chin, and Jensen finds that so unbelievably hot that he nearly loses it right then.
“So gorgeous like this Jen,” Jared tells him, voice sounding raw and abused. Jensen whimpers as Jared tightens his fist, hips rocking faster as he nears the edge. Smiling, Jared kisses his belly, then looks up at him through his dusky eyelashes. “You gonna come for me, baby? Don’t hold back, all right?”
“Fuck, Jared. Come on.”
Jared slides his hand to the base of Jensen’s dick, then fits his mouth over the rest and sucks hard. That’s all Jensen needs, and he manages to grunt out a warning before he comes, long, hot spurts that Jared effortlessly swallows. He works Jensen through the aftershocks, until Jensen’s dick twitches and he groans in protest. Jared climbs back to his feet and presses against Jensen, kissing him. Jensen tastes the salty bitterness of himself on Jared’s tongue, something he’s never quite gotten used to in the past, but this time he doesn’t care too much.
“Come on,” Jared whispers, threading his fingers through Jensen’s and leading him down the hall.
Jensen kicks his pants and boxers off, though he feels a little silly wearing nothing but a t-shirt with his dick still hanging out. But Jared stops every few feet to press wet kisses to his throat and jaw or to caress the soft skin above his hip. He really can’t care about anything else when Jared’s touching him like that.
Sometime before they reach the bedroom, Jensen loses his shirt and gains several marks on his skin from Jared’s mouth and teeth. Jared guides him toward the bed, but Jensen tugs on his hand to stop him.
“Wait. It’s my turn. I wanna see you,” Jensen says, grasping the hem of Jared’s shirt.
“Whatever you want,” Jared states easily, and somehow Jensen knows he doesn’t just mean with this.
Jared had changed into lounge pants and a t-shirt while he waited for Jensen to show up, and Jensen smoothly strips them off him now, revealing the toned and powerful body Jensen always knew lay hidden under the Armani suits. He still catches his breath, though, because this is even better than he ever imagined.
“You’re beautiful.” He skates a palm over Jared’s pectoral, watching as his nipple stiffens. “Perfect.” From the sleek muscles of his chest and flat stomach, all the way down his strong thighs and calves. Everything about Jared is perfect, including the erection straining towards his stomach, long and thick, red at the tip and leaking precome. Jensen can’t wait to explore every flawless inch of him.
“On the bed,” Jensen instructs, pushing gently on Jared’s chest.
Jared grins, then crawls on the bed, lying spread out on his back, on full display for Jensen’s greedy gaze. Fisting the sheets, Jared swallows hard as Jensen climbs on after him and straddles Jared’s thighs.
“Jen,” he groans, pushing his hips up and grinding his dick against the grooves of Jensen’s stomach.
Jensen plants his hands on the mattress on either side of Jared’s head and hovers over him, mouth barely brushing Jared’s. “There are so many things I wanna do to you.”
“Later,” Jared counters, gripping Jensen’s ass to grind up harder. “Just fuck me.”
Jensen shivers at the raw need in Jared’s voice, his dick going from half-hard to fully hard so fast it’s nearly painful. Jared’s right. There’s time for slow and thorough later. He bends down to mouth at Jared’s ear. “Do you have anything?”
“Yeah,” Jared breathes, pointing his chin toward the nightstand. “In the drawer.”
Lifting up enough to reach the nightstand, he keeps one hand on Jared’s chest for balance and opens the drawer with the other, pulling out the full box of condoms and unopened bottle of lube. He arches an eyebrow at Jared, who ducks his chin.
“I stopped to buy stuff on the way home from the airport,” he explains, then turns bright red.
He’s never seen Jared really blush before. It’s so new and unexpected that he has to stop and stare for a long moment. “I’m glad you did,” he murmurs, pressing light kisses to Jared’s flaming cheeks.
Jared whimpers, arms coming up to wrap around Jensen’s back, broad palms covering Jensen’s shoulder blades. Jensen kisses him, sucking on Jared’s bottom lip, then backs up.
“Jen?”
“Shh. I’ve got you, Jay.”
Jensen kneels between Jared’s spread thighs. He opens the lube and slicks his fingers, pausing for a moment before touching Jared. He’s had several fantasies about this over the last few years, mostly of Jared at his mercy and begging, but he never pictured it quite like this. He needs a minute to process what’s about to happen. But then Jared whines and shifts restlessly, and Jensen’s attention snaps back to the task at hand. One finger slips inside slowly. Jensen’s breath quickens at the resistance.
“Fuck. So tight, Jay,” he groans. “How long’s it been?”
“A long time. Even longer since somebody fucked me.” His voice is thready and strained. Jensen could get used to hearing that. “God, Jen, come on. More.”
Smirking, Jensen kisses Jared’s upraised knee. “You’re so demanding,” he teases, and Jared swears at him.
When Jensen finally adds a second finger, twisting and scissoring and stretching, Jared reaches down and starts jerking himself off. And there’s no way Jensen’s gonna let Jared have all the fun.
“Hey,” he says, pushing Jared’s hand away.
Jared grunts in response, then hisses as Jensen wraps his fist around Jared’s dick, stroking once from base to tip. Jared’s hips stutter, fucking back on Jensen’s fingers and into his hand.
“Ready?” Jensen asks, and Jared nods.
He pulls his fingers free and wipes them off on the sheets, then fumbles for the condom where he left it on the pillow. Jared watches him with hungry eyes as Jensen rolls the condom on, stroking his dick lazily. He’s gorgeous, spread out and waiting for Jensen.
Nudging Jared’s knees farther apart, Jensen lines himself up and pushes in slowly. Jared’s still tight, and he makes a soft distressed noise. Jensen immediately stops, fingers caressing lightly over Jared’s chest.
“Give me a minute,” Jared tells him on a slow exhale.
“You all right?”
“Yeah, just. Give me a minute.”
Jensen holds steady for several moments until Jared gives him the go-ahead. He takes it even slower this time, tracking Jared for any other signs of discomfort. But Jared pulls him down into a kiss, smiling.
“M’fine,” Jared says against his mouth. “Move, Jen. Wanna feel you.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs.
He fucks into Jared hard, quickly settling into a rhythm that makes Jared’s breath hitch and heels dig into the back of Jensen’s thighs. Jared moans Jensen’s name over and over and, yeah, Jensen could definitely get used to hearing Jared say it in that broken and needy way.
“Fuck, Jared. So good. Feel so good.” Jensen lays random kisses to Jared’s jaw and throat, sliding a hand down to jack Jared off.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck. Jensen!”
A few strokes later, Jared comes, whole body jerking and shaking. Jensen fucks him through it, easing up a little until Jared’s dick goes soft against his palm. Then he shifts up onto his knees, changing the angle slightly. Gripping Jared’s slim hips, Jensen thrusts harder, deeper, moving Jared up the bed each time he slams home. The bed squeaks, the headboard banging against the wall at each deep thrust. Jensen didn’t pay close attention to the layout of Jared’s apartment, but he hopes the bedroom isn’t on a wall shared with the neighbors in the penthouse next door or else they’ll know exactly what’s going on. And Jensen wants to keep this just between them.
Jared props himself up on an elbow and curls his hand around the back of Jensen’s neck, kissing him messy and slow and perfect. Jensen shoots over the edge with Jared’s tongue in his mouth, muffling his shouts and moans. Jensen collapses on top of Jared, breathing harsh and heart pounding. Jared’s arms come around him, holding him close while Jared brushes a kiss to his forehead.
Eventually, Jared rolls out from under him and off the bed, then reappears with a washcloth to clean them up.
“C’mere,” Jensen insists sleepily when Jared tosses the cloth onto the floor.
Jared knee-walks across the bed and stretches out next to Jensen, their bodies automatically entwining, heads on the same pillow so they’re nearly nose-to-nose.
“Hey,” Jared whispers, that amazing, soft smile curving his lips.
“Hi,” Jensen answers, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice, and Jared’s smile turns more playful.
Jensen indulges himself and finally reaches out to brush the hair out of Jared’s eyes like he’s wanted to for so long. It’s soft and silky under his hand, sweaty at the temples and curling all over the place because of it. He traces over Jared’s eyebrow with his thumb and down the side of his face, and Jared leans into the touch, making soft, contented noises. Jensen gently kisses across his cheeks before pressing his lips to Jared’s. The kiss stays light, sweet, nothing more than sharing breath. So unlike the frantic ones from earlier. Every time Jared touches him, it’s a revelation and a surprise, and Jensen can’t wait to learn it all.
Their kisses soon slow down and turn sleepy, the long day and jet lag finally catching up to them. The last thing Jensen remembers before falling asleep is Jared nuzzling his ear and whispering, “Love you, Jen.”