Hands of Fate: Chapter Thirty-Two
Title: Caught in the Hands of Fate
Author: fadedsparks
Beta: lunadragonx
Art: trueshellz
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rated: R, with NC-17 in later chapters
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: This isn't meant to offend anyone and I am making no profit from it.
Warnings: Violence and Homophobia. Also, Jensen and Jared are the same age in this story.
Summary: Jensen has had his share of ups and downs, but he pushes forward and tries not to take life for granted. Starting college in California seems like the right choice for him, and everything is going better than he imagined it would. However, fate can be a tricky thing sometimes.
A/N: I apologize for the delay in updates, my computer had to be repaired after a virus wreaked havoc on it. Things are back to normal though and the last chapter will follow shortly after this one.
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Chapter Thirty-Two:
Could Not Ask For More
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- Two Years Later -
The ceremony is beautiful, and Sophia looks breathtaking in her bridal gown. Even Chad looks classy and sophisticated on his wedding day, in a sleek black tuxedo with his hair styled back.
It took two years to get them here, with doubts and the engagement called off once, but finally the day had come and all involved were pleased to see they had made it. Despite all they had gone through, and put each other through, it was clear to everyone that they were perfect for each other. Once Chad had proposed, everyone had realized just how inevitable it was all along.
Jensen stands up with Jared at Chad’s side as he and Sophia exchange their vows, both looking happier than he had ever seen them, with tears of joy lining Sophia’s eyes. Afterwards, Jared gives his speech as the best man, and Allison does the same, before everyone takes to the dance floor.
Neither being much for dancing, Jensen opts to find himself a glass of champagne while Jared goes to congratulate Chad. Sophia is at Jensen’s side not long after, asking for a glass as well.
“It’s a lovely wedding, Soph,” he says between sips of his drink. “I’m so happy for you.”
Sophia smiles serenely, reaching out with open arms to hug him gently. “Thanks, Jen. It all still feels like a dream.”
“Well, bask in it, Soph. You deserve it,” he tells her honestly, placing a soft kiss to her cheek before taking a step back with a smile.
“When am I gonna get the chance to be a grooms-maid?” Sophia teases, mirth shining in her eyes.
Jensen nearly chokes on the champagne he had been in the middle of taking a drink of, coughing into his fist while attempting to laugh at the same time. It is no easy feat. “I doubt that will happen any time soon, Soph, if ever.”
A frown quickly takes place of the teasing smile on Sophia’s face, and Jensen is quick to explain his reaction. “California may be a liberal state, Soph, but it has yet to legalize gay marriage. In that case, I don’t see it happening any time soon for Jared and me. Besides, it’s still too soon to be thinking about things like that.”
Sophia rolls her eyes at this, giving Jensen a ‘don’t bullshit me’ expression. “You two have been together for years, Jensen. The time before the breakup counts as well, you know. I’m sure it’d be more than acceptable to at least be considering the idea.”
“Today is your day, you should be focusing on that and nothing else,” he argues with a shake of his head, though a smile does appear on his face, to which Sophia returns with a dazzling one of her own.
She agrees with an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, fine, I’ll let you get away with it just this once,” an evil smile grows on her face as she grabs him by the hand and drags him towards the dance floor, “but only if you dance with me.”
Jensen instantly protests but knows his attempts at getting out of this are futile. Sophia is determined to get him to dance, and she almost always gets her way. Besides, it is her wedding day; he figures he should face the situation and give her one dance.
Wrapping his arms around her petite frame, they move slowly to the music, a dazzling smile on her face as she places her hands on his biceps and presses the side of her face into his chest. It’s not so bad, slow dancing, this he can do. Not to mention, dancing with his best friend is no hardship.
“I’m glad you’re here, sharing this day with me, Jen. To be honest, I never thought I’d get married,” she admits with a soft chuckle. “It was just never something I wanted.”
Jensen can’t hide his surprise at this new information. Sophia had always struck him as the type who had her wedding day planned out since she was a small girl. “I thought you always wanted to settle down.”
“I wanted to settle down one day, sure, but I never cared for the idea of marriage,” she confesses, lifting her head to meet his questioning stare. “I saw what marriage did to my parents and I wanted no part of it.”
Jensen nods his head, somewhat understanding. “So what made you change your mind?”
A fond smile forms on her face, as her eyes search out Chad, who stands across the room next to Jared. “Chad did. It’s kind of funny because, when we first started dating, I never would’ve dreamed that I would care so much for him. In all honesty, I thought he’d be my college boyfriend, the one I’d have many experiences with, but it wouldn’t be serious.” Chuckling softly, she brings her eyes back to Jensen. “Life sure has its way of surprising you, eh?”
Jensen smiles, nodding his head. “It sure does.”
“I can’t imagine my life without him now,” she whispers, resting her head back against Jensen’s chest as they move slowly to the rhythm of the music.
I know how you feel, he thinks to himself, eyes drifting over to a smiling Jared, unable to pull his gaze away.
:0Ж0:
“Do you mind if I cut in?” Chad asks, grinning from ear to ear.
Jensen smiles back, shaking his head as he releases Sophia and takes a step back. Sophia gracefully falls into step with Chad, both of them lost to one another, everyone else falling into the background. Jensen tries to slide off the dance floor unnoticed, but before he can make his escape, a hand closes over his wrist and pulls him into a sturdy chest.
Jared’s smiling eyes greet him when he lifts his head. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks wrapping his strong arms around Jensen’s waist and pulling him until their bodies are flush together.
“You know I don’t dance,” he tries to protest, but it is more of a token one. He’s all too happy to share a dance with Jared at the wedding, even if he’s no good at dancing.
“One dance won’t kill you,” Jared chuckles as he starts to move with the tone of the music, bringing Jensen along with him.
“Fine, I guess I can give you one dance. If I step all over your feet though, don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Jensen grins, wrapping his arms around Jared’s neck, his fingers running along his boyfriend’s nape, feeling the fine hairs there.
“You seemed to be doing just fine with Sophia,” Jared points out. “I think I can handle your two left feet.”
“Don’t be so sure, I hear they are deadly weapons,” Jensen teases back, unable to keep a smile off his face.
“You’re the only one with that opinion, Jen,” Jared replies, mock-exasperation in his tone, before he grows serious. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
He nods. “I am. It’s a really nice wedding. The company isn’t so bad either; I could’ve had a worse date.” He smiles, leaning in closer to Jared, smelling his aftershave and cologne.
Jared chuckles at this, shaking his head, humming under his breath. “I suppose I couldn’t have asked for a better date, myself. Just don’t let him see me dancing with you, he may get jealous.”
Jensen rolls his eyes, a laugh falling from smiling lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you to hide if I see him coming.”
“Good, ‘cause one look at you and me will give away just how much I am in love with you,” Jared says softly, arms tightening around Jensen’s waist.
Eyes softening, Jensen runs a hand down Jared’s face, cupping his jaw. “I love you too, Jay,” he says, as he leans in and kisses him softly.
The kiss lasts only a couple of seconds but it is heartfelt and sincere, leaving both of them sporting dopey smiles on their faces as they finish their dance.
:0Ж0:
“Have fun in Barbados!” Allison calls after the happy couple excitedly, not entirely out of character for her, but still more enthusiastic than normal. Weddings had a way of bringing that out in people, though, Jensen knew.
Chad and Sophia never would have been able to afford a nice honeymoon, much less, one in Barbados, but it was their wedding gift from Sophia’s parents, and they were heading out right after the reception.
They each hugged their guests, thanking them for coming, and smiled their appreciation for each congratulation that were sent their way. Jared and Jensen embraced their friends tightly, telling them to have a great time, and that they would be missed while they were away.
“Do your best not to cry too much while I’m gone!” Chad tells them dramatically, and in typical Chad fashion, a smirk to go along with the words. “We all know you wouldn’t know what to do with yourselves without me.”
Jared rolls his eyes, pushing Chad away from him. “Get the hell outta here, and don’t come back without my souvenir!” He jokes, both of them smiling and waving as their friends get into the rented limo.
Once their friends are gone and out of sight, Jared turns to Jensen, looking a tad nervous. Frowning, Jensen tilts his head, hand lifting to rest on Jared’s arm, a little worried for his boyfriend. Jared does his best to smile it off, but his eyes still speak of nerves and the slight wavering of his smile does nothing to ease Jensen’s worry.
“What’s wrong?” Jensen asks when he can no longer handle the silence.
Jared lets out a huff of hair, reaching up to brush his hair back out of his face. “Nothing’s wrong, I just…” He looks at Jensen then, searchingly. “Can I show you something?”
All Jensen can do is nod his head, still worried about his boyfriend, afraid something might be going on with him. He doesn’t question though, just follows Jared over to the Montero parked in the parking lot, and climbs into the passenger seat.
They drive in silence for a long while, the soft sound coming from the radio the only thing shared between them. Jared still looks as nervous as he had before, and Jensen is still filled with worry. It isn’t a good feeling, and he just wants to reach out to his boyfriend, force him to tell him what is going on. He doesn’t though, just slinks back into his seat and remains quiet, alternating between gazing out the windshield and sending Jared worried glances.
Jared takes a sudden turn off the freeway, down a long road leading to the outskirts of Los Angeles. Jensen frowns, curious as to why they are going to Glendale, but one look at Jared’s tight-lipped expression tells him that he won’t be getting any answers out of his boyfriend, not now at least. So, instead, he does his best to wait as patiently as he possibly can.
They don’t drive for much longer, though to Jensen it feels like forever, until Jared is pulling down a residential street, and pulling into a long driveway surrounded by trees. Once they reach a break in the trees, a beautiful log style cabin appears, and Jensen can’t draw his eyes away from it.
He finds it a little strange, a log cabin out here, in a place they generally are not to be found, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is gorgeous. Whoever owns the place has certainly given it love, because even though the wood is a little weather-beaten, the maintenance has clearly been kept up on the place.
Jared turns off the engine and, without a word, opens his door to get out. “What are we doing here?” Jensen asks, unbuckling his seat belt and following Jared out of the vehicle.
“This is my Uncle’s place,” he explains, moving around the truck to stand at Jensen’s side. “He’s moving back to Texas, and renting this place out before he goes. I… told him that I was interested,” he says, with a nervous smile, as he holds up a set of keys.
“You’re moving here?” Jensen asks in wonder, following Jared up the sturdy wood stairs leading to the front porch, eyes falling to the porch swing on the left side, and the set of chairs with matching table on the right. “Was this a spur of the moment thing, or have you known this for a while?”
“It’s been in the works for a while, but nothing has been made concrete,” Jared explains, unlocking the door and pushing it open, motioning for Jensen to step inside.
Jensen steps into the foyer, eyes sweeping over the main room as he steps further into the house, taken in by the sheer homely feeling of the place. The place is furnished, which Jared says will stay that way because his uncle won’t be taking any of it with him. A couple of painting’s line the walls, a stone fireplace with mantel takes up one side of the living room, the couch and chairs placed strategically around it.
An island bar sections off the kitchen from the living room, with stools placed around it evenly and overhead lights hanging down from the ceiling. The kitchen table is small but big enough to sit four people, and is made of wood to match the rest of the décor of the house. The kitchen itself isn’t very big but it is spacious, with plenty of cupboard and counter space.
A soft touch to the inside of his wrist draws his attention to his boyfriend, smiling a bit sheepishly at how absorbed he had become. “Come, check out the upstairs,” Jared says with a smile gracing his lips, taking hold of Jensen’s wrist and leading him to the staircase just to the left of the kitchen.
He is quiet as he walks up the steps, reaching the landing a moment later and motioning for Jared to give him the rest of the tour. One of the rooms was turned into a home office, something both Jared and Jensen like about it. There isn’t anything particularly special about the room, with a desk, a loveseat and a comfortable looking chair with an end table beside it. “I think I’d enjoy taking photographs here for my portfolio,” Jared says, walking to the window and looking outside. “There’s so much to explore, so much nature to catch on film.”
“The area is beautiful,” Jensen replies with a smile, “an aspiring photographer’s dream.”
Jared sent him a beaming grin of agreement, grabbing him by the wrist once more and pulling him out of the room. “Now for the best part,” he says as he pulls Jensen into the master bedroom.
“Are you sure the living room wasn’t the best part?” Jensen asks, allowing himself to be tugged along.
Jared chuckles softly. “You haven’t seen the bedroom yet.”
Jensen must admit that Jared has a point, once he lays eyes on the master bedroom. The color scheme is rich in tone, all wood browns and dark red with beige carpeting, unlike the rest of the house with its polished wood flooring. The room is only big enough for a full size bed, something Jensen isn’t sure Jared will be able to deal with, but it looks comfortable and his boyfriend doesn’t seem to be complaining as he drops down onto it.
The room is just as gorgeous as the rest of the house, but what sells it for Jensen is the personal fireplace in the bedroom. He can just imagine, a cold winter’s night, snuggled up with Jared in front of the fireplace drinking hot cocoa. Can’t say I’m not a hopeless romantic, he rolls his eyes at himself but smiles fondly at Jared who gives him a look full of questioning.
“This place is perfect, Jay,” he tells him, moving to sit beside Jared on the bed, taking his hand and entwining their fingers. “How can you afford it though?”
Jared sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing around the room, seemingly to avoid Jensen’s eyes. “It helps that it’s my uncle’s place, but even so, it’d be tight with just me.” He drops his eyes down to the hands; thumb caressing the back of Jensen’s hand soothingly. “You’d be well within your rights to say no, I’m putting no pressure on you. If you don’t want to, we’ll leave this house behind and never think about it again. But, I want you to move, in here, with me.”
Jensen sucks in a breath, eyes searching out Jared’s, needing him to look at him. He isn’t altogether surprised to hear this, as Jared spoke he kind of figured this was where the conversation was heading, but it is still heart stopping to hear the words. There is honestly nothing to think about, he had fallen in love with the house the moment he stepped foot inside, and there’s not a single doubt in his mind that he wants to live with Jared, make this place their home.
“If you don’t want to it’s okay, my uncle can always rent it out to someone else. I just thought…” Jared trails off, shrugging helplessly. “I’d love for this to be home, our home. Between my income and yours, we could make this happen. And it’s not all that far from the college, we could still get there with no trouble…”
“Jared,” Jensen stops him from rambling any further, placing a finger to his lips. “You don’t have to convince me, I love this place, and I’d love to live here with you.”
A slow smile grows on Jared’s face as these words register. “Really?” He asks quietly, as though afraid to hope.
“Definitely,” Jensen nods with a responding smile on his own face. “Let’s do it.”
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“Is this the last of the boxes?” Jared asks, carrying what he hopes to be the last of Jensen’s things. Jensen didn’t have too much to pack and move, living in a dorm room will do that. It had actually been Jared’s possessions that took the longest to pack, and move out to the new house, with everything he’d bought during his time with Chris and Steve, and at his own apartment.
“Yep, I am officially moved out of the dorm,” Jensen says, pressing a kiss to Jared’s lips as he took the two boxes from his hands. With a grin, he carries the boxes labeled ‘bedroom’ up to the second floor and drops them carefully down into a corner of the bedroom where most of his things have piled up.
Jared joins him in the bedroom a moment later, holding a box that had mistakenly been left in the living room. “Should I order a pizza for dinner?” He asks, handing the box off to Jensen. “I don’t know about you, but after all the moving we’ve done, I don’t feel up to cooking a meal.”
Jensen nods as he opens a box and peers inside, finding some of his clothes folded neatly inside. “Pizza and beer sounds awesome to me, and maybe a film.” He tosses his head back to look at Jared, a grin in place.
Reaching out to run his fingers through Jensen’s hair, Jared leans down for a kiss that lasts much longer than his back appreciates. “Okay I’ll go call it in,” he says as he straightens, his back popping audibly.
“Maybe a massage will be in order tonight as well.” Jensen’s laughter follows Jared from the room.
While Jared is busy downstairs, Jensen sets about unpacking everything meant for the bedroom, which mainly consists of his clothes, along with some miscellaneous items that he wanted up there. It won’t take much to get settled in, there aren’t a whole lot of boxes to unpack and, despite his tiredness, Jensen throws himself into it.
By the time the doorbell rings, Jensen is in the middle of placing his books on the bookshelf in the living room. Jared pays the delivery boy, and brings the pizza into the kitchen, placing it down on the bar. “Give that a rest, Jen. You’ve done enough for one day,” he says as he goes about gathering two paper plates from the cupboard and grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge.
“I just want to get it done,” Jensen sighs, pushing himself up off the floor and heading into the kitchen, sliding himself onto one of the bar stools.
“I know, but you have plenty of time for that.” Jared opens the box, pulling out a couple of slices and dropping them onto his awaiting plate. “Leave yourself something to do tomorrow,” he teases, sliding onto the seat beside Jensen.
Sticking his tongue out, childishly, Jensen retrieves his own food and digs in immediately. It wasn’t until that very moment that he realized how hungry he was. He hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast that morning, so it was no wonder he’d worked up an appetite. “It just feels good to finally be here,” he says after he has swallowed the pizza in his mouth, reaching for a swig from his bottle of beer.
Jared shows off the fact that he has no etiquette, as he answers with his mouth full, “I know what you mean. I was so eager to move in here with you, it couldn’t happen fast enough.”
Jensen can’t hold in his laughter. “Jay, I love you, but finish chewing before you open that mouth of yours! I know your momma raised you better!” He teases with a wide grin.
Jared, of course, responds by opening his mouth wide, showing Jensen the contents of his chewed pizza to which Jensen sends him a disgusted glare and slaps him on the arm. “I swear I’m living with a two year old!” He sighs, exasperated, though it is a fight to keep a grin off his face.
“Yeah,” Jared says the word softly, going from childish to serious in a blink of an eye. “We are living together, again, only this time is so much better than before.”
Jensen couldn’t disagree, this time was different, and it was better than before. This time it was by choice, a decision they’d made together, a stepping stone in their relationship. He smiles around his slice of pizza, pleased with where his life is currently at.
:0Ж0:
Fresh from the shower, Jensen pads barefoot into the bedroom to find Jared sitting close by the fireplace with a book open in his hands. Drawing closer, he smiles at the intense expression on his boyfriend’s face as he reads Oscar Wilde, the book he’d gotten Jensen for Christmas a couple of years back.
He looks up when Jensen’s shadow falls over the book, eyes dark as he rakes them down Jensen’s near naked form. A thrill runs through Jensen at being so openly ogled, in his thin cotton boxer briefs, a towel hanging over his shoulders. Bookmark in place, Jared sets it aside and rises from the chair, taking the step it takes to have their bodies flush together.
“This will be our first night in our home, in our bedroom,” Jared whispers, fingertips skimming down Jensen’s arms, leaving goosegumps in their wake.
“We have to christen it. It is tradition, after all,” Jensen replies, already a tad breathless with their proximity and the heat of Jared’s breath ghosting over his lips.
A soft grin touches Jared’s lips as he leans in and claims possession of Jensen’s mouth, the towel around Jensen’s shoulders falling to the floor. Releasing a quiet moan, Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s shoulders, pressing into the kiss and opening his mouth, inviting Jared inside. It’s an invitation that Jared is quick to jump on, sliding his tongue into the wet warmth of Jensen’s mouth, thumb pressing into Jensen’s jaw. The kiss is somehow hard but tender at the same time, filled with emotion and lust, and the need to get closer.
Jared rocks his hips into Jensen, letting him feel just how hard he is already. Jensen turns his head to catch his breath, and Jared immediately begins to suck on his neck, nipping gently over the pulse point. The sensation sends a shiver down the length of Jensen’s spine, forcing a whimper from his throat that seems to spur Jared on.
Reclaiming possession of his mouth, Jared kisses him with passion, their tongues sliding wetly together, hot and sensual. It feels incredible, and Jensen can’t get enough. With a hand placed to Jared’s chest, Jensen can feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, grounding himself to that, feeling as though it is reverberating through him.
Jared’s lips don’t leave Jensen’s as he walks him backward, towards the bed, and gently lowers him down onto it. Smiling up at his boyfriend, Jensen crawls backward until his back meets the array of pillows arranged neatly on the bedspread, reaching back to toss a few of them to the floor.
When he looks back in Jared’s direction, his mouth dries at the bare chest revealed to him. Jared had taken to working out at the gym lately, and all the hard work was certainly paying off. The muscles in his chest now more defined, broad shouldered and defined pecs. He looked as gorgeous as ever, and Jensen needed to get his hands on him, now.
“Like what you see?” Jared teases, though there is a slight tint to his cheeks.
“You know I do,” Jensen grins, eyes raking over his boyfriend unabashedly.
Ridding himself of his jeans, Jared joins him on the bed; crawling up in a similar fashion and positioning himself overtop Jensen. Smiling, he cups a hand around the back of Jared’s neck and pulls him in for another deep kiss, thrusting his tongue between unresisting lips and relishing the whimper that escapes his boyfriend.
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Jensen awakens the next morning to the rhythmic sound of rain hitting the roof and Jared’s warmth wrapped around him from behind. It feels right, just perfect, and Jensen thinks he could spend the whole day just like this, with the quiet sounds of rain and Jared’s reassuring warmth at his back.
Jared’s hand is splayed across his stomach, and he reaches down to entwine their fingers, smiling when Jared gives his hand a gentle squeeze. A soft hum of breath ghosts over his ear, sending a pleasant shiver through him. “G’mornin’,” Jared mumbles sleepily, snuggling even closer to Jensen’s back, and presses a kiss to the nape of Jensen’s neck.
“Morning,” Jensen whispers, closing his eyes happily, and enjoying the feel of Jared’s lips against his neck. “This is a nice way to wake up.”
“Hmm, I couldn’t agree more,” Jared drawls, releasing Jensen’s hand to cup his morning erection. Jensen’s hips to push up into the palm of Jared’s hand, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
“Didn’t you get enough last night?” He teases, even as a moan works its way passed his throat.
Jared chuckles into his ear, nipping at the lobe as he starts to stroke him. “Could never get enough of you,” he replies, grinning when he twists his wrist on an upstroke and earns himself a mewl for his efforts.
“You’re insatiable, you know that?” Jensen thrusts into Jared’s hand, and then whimpers in loss when Jared pulls his hand away. “That doesn’t mean I want you to stop!”
Jared chuckles again, placing a kiss to Jensen’s cheek. “I never said I was stopping,” he speaks softly, as his fingers probe at Jensen’s hole, humming in appreciation. “You’re still loose from last night.”
Jensen has a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue, but it is lost at the feel of Jared’s lube-slick finger sliding into his body. He rocks back into it, making encouraging noises and urging Jared to add another finger, which he gladly obliges. It doesn’t take long to get him ready, he was already quite loose from the night before, but Jared still takes extra care just to be sure he won’t hurt him at all.
Once his fingers leave Jensen’s body altogether, Jensen turns and sits up, grabbing the condom from Jared’s slick hand. “Allow me,” he smiles as he tears into the small packet and slides the condom down, sheathing Jared’s cock, and then slicks him up with the lube. Rising up onto his knees, Jensen straddles Jared’s hips as his boyfriend reclines back against the pillows. Their eyes never leave each other as Jensen takes hold of Jared’s dick, guiding it to his entrance and lowers himself down. Simultaneously, they release soft moans, Jared reaching up to grasp hold of Jensen’s hips hard enough that Jensen is sure he will see bruises later. The thought is a pleasant one.
Giving himself a moment to adjust, and just feel Jared inside of him, he lifts up and slowly lowers himself back down, setting a slow rhythm designed to drive them both crazy. Jensen gasps, his hands planted on his lover’s firm thighs, his hips undulating as he rides Jared. Jared’s eyes track his movements, his intense hazel stare glued to Jensen, his face, his hips, no part of him goes untouched. It makes Jensen feel powerful, seeing the undisguised lust in Jared’s eyes, knowing he can reduce this man to a quivering mass of desire when he wants to. It’s a power Jared holds over him as well.
When need becomes too much to ignore, Jensen forgoes the slow rhythm for fast and hard, moaning deep in his chest when he changes the angle just so. He feels a pleasurable shudder run through his body when Jared begins playing with his nipple, alternating between rubbing and pinching it. He is getting close, can feel it so strongly, and his dick hasn’t even been touched yet.
When his eyes had fallen closed, he couldn’t be sure, but they snap open when he feels Jared wrap a strong arm around his waist and flips them over. Hands grasping Jared’s biceps, he pushes down into each thrust of Jared’s hips, moaning his appreciation. Jensen has to admit he loves it like this, Jared above him, pinning him into the mattress with his body and strength. It is one of the few times he doesn’t mind giving up control, and being manhandled was a secret turn on for him. He had no qualms about letting Jared have his way with him.
Face buried in the crook of Jensen’s neck, Jared thrusts a couple more times before his orgasm rushes through him, his body tensing as he calls out Jensen’s name. Jensen holds him through it, hands caressing his back; legs wrapped high around him. Jared lays there for a few moments, panting and breathless, and though Jensen is aching for his own release, he just holds tight to Jared and gives him time to come down from his high.
It is moments like this that he loves, their bodies closer than they ever possibly could be, Jared wrapped around him like a blanket. He feels like he could stay like this forever, with Jared breathing in his ear, the beat of his heart racing alongside Jensen’s. It is intimate, and in these moments, he never feels closer to his boyfriend.
However, he has needs that are prominent. Just as he is about to lose whatever patience he has, Jared rises up enough to get his hand around Jensen’s erection. A groan works its way out of his throat at the tight warmth wrapped around him, unable to stop his hips from pushing up into the circle of Jared’s hand.
Whispering words of encouragement, it only takes a couple of strokes of Jared’s hand to have Jensen coming so hard he nearly blacks out from the force of it. He is coherent enough to feel when Jared slips from his body, but he doesn’t actually open his eyes until he feels a damp rag against his belly. Jared smiles at him when their eyes lock, leaning down for a brief kiss that he promises to finish when he gets back.
Jensen lies there, comfortable and sated, and listens to the rhythmic sounds of the rain until Jared returns from the bathroom. Slipping back into bed, he wraps an arm around Jensen, pulling him in close. Jensen lies on his side, facing Jared, and looks back into those hazel eyes that he loves.
“This feels incredible, doesn’t it?” He speaks softly, not wanting to break the tranquil moment between them by speaking too loud.
Humming in agreement, a small smile pulls at the corner of Jared’s lips. “I’m so glad we did this. This is more than I could’ve hoped for,” he releases a huff of a laugh, hazel eyes shining with happiness. “I’m going to love waking up next to you each morning.”
This brings a similar smile to Jensen’s face, as he reaches out to run his fingers along the edge of Jared’s jaw. “I can’t believe we’ve made it. After all we’ve been through, with all the doubts and fear and hurt, we actually made it.”
“Did you ever doubt that we would?” Jared asks hand squeezing Jensen’s hips as his eyes search Jensen’s for an answer.
“I wish I could say I didn’t.” He lets out a sigh. “There were times I wasn’t sure we’d make it through, wasn’t sure we were meant to be together, with everything thrown our way, and the things we did ourselves. But… none of that matters, we’re here, we’re together…”
“We’ve beaten the odds, and that’s what matters,” Jared finishes for him. The smile on his face isn’t exactly beaming, but it’s more of a calm happiness, genuine and more emotional than a beaming smile could hold. It fills Jensen with warmth just to see it, and he can’t help but to return it with a small smile of his own.
“Yeah, and I couldn’t be happier,” he responds honestly, closing the space between their mouths to press a sweet kiss to Jared’s lips.
They lie in bed for a good portion of the morning, neither of them too eager to get up and face the day, content with listening to the calming rain and sharing lazy kisses that leave them breathless.
These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
These are the moments I'll remember all my life
I found all I've waited for and I could not ask for more
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Lyrics:
I Could Not Ask For More - by Edwin McCain
Author: fadedsparks
Beta: lunadragonx
Art: trueshellz
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rated: R, with NC-17 in later chapters
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: This isn't meant to offend anyone and I am making no profit from it.
Warnings: Violence and Homophobia. Also, Jensen and Jared are the same age in this story.
Summary: Jensen has had his share of ups and downs, but he pushes forward and tries not to take life for granted. Starting college in California seems like the right choice for him, and everything is going better than he imagined it would. However, fate can be a tricky thing sometimes.
A/N: I apologize for the delay in updates, my computer had to be repaired after a virus wreaked havoc on it. Things are back to normal though and the last chapter will follow shortly after this one.
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Chapter Thirty-Two:
Could Not Ask For More
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- Two Years Later -
The ceremony is beautiful, and Sophia looks breathtaking in her bridal gown. Even Chad looks classy and sophisticated on his wedding day, in a sleek black tuxedo with his hair styled back.
It took two years to get them here, with doubts and the engagement called off once, but finally the day had come and all involved were pleased to see they had made it. Despite all they had gone through, and put each other through, it was clear to everyone that they were perfect for each other. Once Chad had proposed, everyone had realized just how inevitable it was all along.
Jensen stands up with Jared at Chad’s side as he and Sophia exchange their vows, both looking happier than he had ever seen them, with tears of joy lining Sophia’s eyes. Afterwards, Jared gives his speech as the best man, and Allison does the same, before everyone takes to the dance floor.
Neither being much for dancing, Jensen opts to find himself a glass of champagne while Jared goes to congratulate Chad. Sophia is at Jensen’s side not long after, asking for a glass as well.
“It’s a lovely wedding, Soph,” he says between sips of his drink. “I’m so happy for you.”
Sophia smiles serenely, reaching out with open arms to hug him gently. “Thanks, Jen. It all still feels like a dream.”
“Well, bask in it, Soph. You deserve it,” he tells her honestly, placing a soft kiss to her cheek before taking a step back with a smile.
“When am I gonna get the chance to be a grooms-maid?” Sophia teases, mirth shining in her eyes.
Jensen nearly chokes on the champagne he had been in the middle of taking a drink of, coughing into his fist while attempting to laugh at the same time. It is no easy feat. “I doubt that will happen any time soon, Soph, if ever.”
A frown quickly takes place of the teasing smile on Sophia’s face, and Jensen is quick to explain his reaction. “California may be a liberal state, Soph, but it has yet to legalize gay marriage. In that case, I don’t see it happening any time soon for Jared and me. Besides, it’s still too soon to be thinking about things like that.”
Sophia rolls her eyes at this, giving Jensen a ‘don’t bullshit me’ expression. “You two have been together for years, Jensen. The time before the breakup counts as well, you know. I’m sure it’d be more than acceptable to at least be considering the idea.”
“Today is your day, you should be focusing on that and nothing else,” he argues with a shake of his head, though a smile does appear on his face, to which Sophia returns with a dazzling one of her own.
She agrees with an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, fine, I’ll let you get away with it just this once,” an evil smile grows on her face as she grabs him by the hand and drags him towards the dance floor, “but only if you dance with me.”
Jensen instantly protests but knows his attempts at getting out of this are futile. Sophia is determined to get him to dance, and she almost always gets her way. Besides, it is her wedding day; he figures he should face the situation and give her one dance.
Wrapping his arms around her petite frame, they move slowly to the music, a dazzling smile on her face as she places her hands on his biceps and presses the side of her face into his chest. It’s not so bad, slow dancing, this he can do. Not to mention, dancing with his best friend is no hardship.
“I’m glad you’re here, sharing this day with me, Jen. To be honest, I never thought I’d get married,” she admits with a soft chuckle. “It was just never something I wanted.”
Jensen can’t hide his surprise at this new information. Sophia had always struck him as the type who had her wedding day planned out since she was a small girl. “I thought you always wanted to settle down.”
“I wanted to settle down one day, sure, but I never cared for the idea of marriage,” she confesses, lifting her head to meet his questioning stare. “I saw what marriage did to my parents and I wanted no part of it.”
Jensen nods his head, somewhat understanding. “So what made you change your mind?”
A fond smile forms on her face, as her eyes search out Chad, who stands across the room next to Jared. “Chad did. It’s kind of funny because, when we first started dating, I never would’ve dreamed that I would care so much for him. In all honesty, I thought he’d be my college boyfriend, the one I’d have many experiences with, but it wouldn’t be serious.” Chuckling softly, she brings her eyes back to Jensen. “Life sure has its way of surprising you, eh?”
Jensen smiles, nodding his head. “It sure does.”
“I can’t imagine my life without him now,” she whispers, resting her head back against Jensen’s chest as they move slowly to the rhythm of the music.
I know how you feel, he thinks to himself, eyes drifting over to a smiling Jared, unable to pull his gaze away.
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“Do you mind if I cut in?” Chad asks, grinning from ear to ear.
Jensen smiles back, shaking his head as he releases Sophia and takes a step back. Sophia gracefully falls into step with Chad, both of them lost to one another, everyone else falling into the background. Jensen tries to slide off the dance floor unnoticed, but before he can make his escape, a hand closes over his wrist and pulls him into a sturdy chest.
Jared’s smiling eyes greet him when he lifts his head. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks wrapping his strong arms around Jensen’s waist and pulling him until their bodies are flush together.
“You know I don’t dance,” he tries to protest, but it is more of a token one. He’s all too happy to share a dance with Jared at the wedding, even if he’s no good at dancing.
“One dance won’t kill you,” Jared chuckles as he starts to move with the tone of the music, bringing Jensen along with him.
“Fine, I guess I can give you one dance. If I step all over your feet though, don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Jensen grins, wrapping his arms around Jared’s neck, his fingers running along his boyfriend’s nape, feeling the fine hairs there.
“You seemed to be doing just fine with Sophia,” Jared points out. “I think I can handle your two left feet.”
“Don’t be so sure, I hear they are deadly weapons,” Jensen teases back, unable to keep a smile off his face.
“You’re the only one with that opinion, Jen,” Jared replies, mock-exasperation in his tone, before he grows serious. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
He nods. “I am. It’s a really nice wedding. The company isn’t so bad either; I could’ve had a worse date.” He smiles, leaning in closer to Jared, smelling his aftershave and cologne.
Jared chuckles at this, shaking his head, humming under his breath. “I suppose I couldn’t have asked for a better date, myself. Just don’t let him see me dancing with you, he may get jealous.”
Jensen rolls his eyes, a laugh falling from smiling lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you to hide if I see him coming.”
“Good, ‘cause one look at you and me will give away just how much I am in love with you,” Jared says softly, arms tightening around Jensen’s waist.
Eyes softening, Jensen runs a hand down Jared’s face, cupping his jaw. “I love you too, Jay,” he says, as he leans in and kisses him softly.
The kiss lasts only a couple of seconds but it is heartfelt and sincere, leaving both of them sporting dopey smiles on their faces as they finish their dance.
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“Have fun in Barbados!” Allison calls after the happy couple excitedly, not entirely out of character for her, but still more enthusiastic than normal. Weddings had a way of bringing that out in people, though, Jensen knew.
Chad and Sophia never would have been able to afford a nice honeymoon, much less, one in Barbados, but it was their wedding gift from Sophia’s parents, and they were heading out right after the reception.
They each hugged their guests, thanking them for coming, and smiled their appreciation for each congratulation that were sent their way. Jared and Jensen embraced their friends tightly, telling them to have a great time, and that they would be missed while they were away.
“Do your best not to cry too much while I’m gone!” Chad tells them dramatically, and in typical Chad fashion, a smirk to go along with the words. “We all know you wouldn’t know what to do with yourselves without me.”
Jared rolls his eyes, pushing Chad away from him. “Get the hell outta here, and don’t come back without my souvenir!” He jokes, both of them smiling and waving as their friends get into the rented limo.
Once their friends are gone and out of sight, Jared turns to Jensen, looking a tad nervous. Frowning, Jensen tilts his head, hand lifting to rest on Jared’s arm, a little worried for his boyfriend. Jared does his best to smile it off, but his eyes still speak of nerves and the slight wavering of his smile does nothing to ease Jensen’s worry.
“What’s wrong?” Jensen asks when he can no longer handle the silence.
Jared lets out a huff of hair, reaching up to brush his hair back out of his face. “Nothing’s wrong, I just…” He looks at Jensen then, searchingly. “Can I show you something?”
All Jensen can do is nod his head, still worried about his boyfriend, afraid something might be going on with him. He doesn’t question though, just follows Jared over to the Montero parked in the parking lot, and climbs into the passenger seat.
They drive in silence for a long while, the soft sound coming from the radio the only thing shared between them. Jared still looks as nervous as he had before, and Jensen is still filled with worry. It isn’t a good feeling, and he just wants to reach out to his boyfriend, force him to tell him what is going on. He doesn’t though, just slinks back into his seat and remains quiet, alternating between gazing out the windshield and sending Jared worried glances.
Jared takes a sudden turn off the freeway, down a long road leading to the outskirts of Los Angeles. Jensen frowns, curious as to why they are going to Glendale, but one look at Jared’s tight-lipped expression tells him that he won’t be getting any answers out of his boyfriend, not now at least. So, instead, he does his best to wait as patiently as he possibly can.
They don’t drive for much longer, though to Jensen it feels like forever, until Jared is pulling down a residential street, and pulling into a long driveway surrounded by trees. Once they reach a break in the trees, a beautiful log style cabin appears, and Jensen can’t draw his eyes away from it.
He finds it a little strange, a log cabin out here, in a place they generally are not to be found, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is gorgeous. Whoever owns the place has certainly given it love, because even though the wood is a little weather-beaten, the maintenance has clearly been kept up on the place.
Jared turns off the engine and, without a word, opens his door to get out. “What are we doing here?” Jensen asks, unbuckling his seat belt and following Jared out of the vehicle.
“This is my Uncle’s place,” he explains, moving around the truck to stand at Jensen’s side. “He’s moving back to Texas, and renting this place out before he goes. I… told him that I was interested,” he says, with a nervous smile, as he holds up a set of keys.
“You’re moving here?” Jensen asks in wonder, following Jared up the sturdy wood stairs leading to the front porch, eyes falling to the porch swing on the left side, and the set of chairs with matching table on the right. “Was this a spur of the moment thing, or have you known this for a while?”
“It’s been in the works for a while, but nothing has been made concrete,” Jared explains, unlocking the door and pushing it open, motioning for Jensen to step inside.
Jensen steps into the foyer, eyes sweeping over the main room as he steps further into the house, taken in by the sheer homely feeling of the place. The place is furnished, which Jared says will stay that way because his uncle won’t be taking any of it with him. A couple of painting’s line the walls, a stone fireplace with mantel takes up one side of the living room, the couch and chairs placed strategically around it.
An island bar sections off the kitchen from the living room, with stools placed around it evenly and overhead lights hanging down from the ceiling. The kitchen table is small but big enough to sit four people, and is made of wood to match the rest of the décor of the house. The kitchen itself isn’t very big but it is spacious, with plenty of cupboard and counter space.
A soft touch to the inside of his wrist draws his attention to his boyfriend, smiling a bit sheepishly at how absorbed he had become. “Come, check out the upstairs,” Jared says with a smile gracing his lips, taking hold of Jensen’s wrist and leading him to the staircase just to the left of the kitchen.
He is quiet as he walks up the steps, reaching the landing a moment later and motioning for Jared to give him the rest of the tour. One of the rooms was turned into a home office, something both Jared and Jensen like about it. There isn’t anything particularly special about the room, with a desk, a loveseat and a comfortable looking chair with an end table beside it. “I think I’d enjoy taking photographs here for my portfolio,” Jared says, walking to the window and looking outside. “There’s so much to explore, so much nature to catch on film.”
“The area is beautiful,” Jensen replies with a smile, “an aspiring photographer’s dream.”
Jared sent him a beaming grin of agreement, grabbing him by the wrist once more and pulling him out of the room. “Now for the best part,” he says as he pulls Jensen into the master bedroom.
“Are you sure the living room wasn’t the best part?” Jensen asks, allowing himself to be tugged along.
Jared chuckles softly. “You haven’t seen the bedroom yet.”
Jensen must admit that Jared has a point, once he lays eyes on the master bedroom. The color scheme is rich in tone, all wood browns and dark red with beige carpeting, unlike the rest of the house with its polished wood flooring. The room is only big enough for a full size bed, something Jensen isn’t sure Jared will be able to deal with, but it looks comfortable and his boyfriend doesn’t seem to be complaining as he drops down onto it.
The room is just as gorgeous as the rest of the house, but what sells it for Jensen is the personal fireplace in the bedroom. He can just imagine, a cold winter’s night, snuggled up with Jared in front of the fireplace drinking hot cocoa. Can’t say I’m not a hopeless romantic, he rolls his eyes at himself but smiles fondly at Jared who gives him a look full of questioning.
“This place is perfect, Jay,” he tells him, moving to sit beside Jared on the bed, taking his hand and entwining their fingers. “How can you afford it though?”
Jared sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing around the room, seemingly to avoid Jensen’s eyes. “It helps that it’s my uncle’s place, but even so, it’d be tight with just me.” He drops his eyes down to the hands; thumb caressing the back of Jensen’s hand soothingly. “You’d be well within your rights to say no, I’m putting no pressure on you. If you don’t want to, we’ll leave this house behind and never think about it again. But, I want you to move, in here, with me.”
Jensen sucks in a breath, eyes searching out Jared’s, needing him to look at him. He isn’t altogether surprised to hear this, as Jared spoke he kind of figured this was where the conversation was heading, but it is still heart stopping to hear the words. There is honestly nothing to think about, he had fallen in love with the house the moment he stepped foot inside, and there’s not a single doubt in his mind that he wants to live with Jared, make this place their home.
“If you don’t want to it’s okay, my uncle can always rent it out to someone else. I just thought…” Jared trails off, shrugging helplessly. “I’d love for this to be home, our home. Between my income and yours, we could make this happen. And it’s not all that far from the college, we could still get there with no trouble…”
“Jared,” Jensen stops him from rambling any further, placing a finger to his lips. “You don’t have to convince me, I love this place, and I’d love to live here with you.”
A slow smile grows on Jared’s face as these words register. “Really?” He asks quietly, as though afraid to hope.
“Definitely,” Jensen nods with a responding smile on his own face. “Let’s do it.”
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“Is this the last of the boxes?” Jared asks, carrying what he hopes to be the last of Jensen’s things. Jensen didn’t have too much to pack and move, living in a dorm room will do that. It had actually been Jared’s possessions that took the longest to pack, and move out to the new house, with everything he’d bought during his time with Chris and Steve, and at his own apartment.
“Yep, I am officially moved out of the dorm,” Jensen says, pressing a kiss to Jared’s lips as he took the two boxes from his hands. With a grin, he carries the boxes labeled ‘bedroom’ up to the second floor and drops them carefully down into a corner of the bedroom where most of his things have piled up.
Jared joins him in the bedroom a moment later, holding a box that had mistakenly been left in the living room. “Should I order a pizza for dinner?” He asks, handing the box off to Jensen. “I don’t know about you, but after all the moving we’ve done, I don’t feel up to cooking a meal.”
Jensen nods as he opens a box and peers inside, finding some of his clothes folded neatly inside. “Pizza and beer sounds awesome to me, and maybe a film.” He tosses his head back to look at Jared, a grin in place.
Reaching out to run his fingers through Jensen’s hair, Jared leans down for a kiss that lasts much longer than his back appreciates. “Okay I’ll go call it in,” he says as he straightens, his back popping audibly.
“Maybe a massage will be in order tonight as well.” Jensen’s laughter follows Jared from the room.
While Jared is busy downstairs, Jensen sets about unpacking everything meant for the bedroom, which mainly consists of his clothes, along with some miscellaneous items that he wanted up there. It won’t take much to get settled in, there aren’t a whole lot of boxes to unpack and, despite his tiredness, Jensen throws himself into it.
By the time the doorbell rings, Jensen is in the middle of placing his books on the bookshelf in the living room. Jared pays the delivery boy, and brings the pizza into the kitchen, placing it down on the bar. “Give that a rest, Jen. You’ve done enough for one day,” he says as he goes about gathering two paper plates from the cupboard and grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge.
“I just want to get it done,” Jensen sighs, pushing himself up off the floor and heading into the kitchen, sliding himself onto one of the bar stools.
“I know, but you have plenty of time for that.” Jared opens the box, pulling out a couple of slices and dropping them onto his awaiting plate. “Leave yourself something to do tomorrow,” he teases, sliding onto the seat beside Jensen.
Sticking his tongue out, childishly, Jensen retrieves his own food and digs in immediately. It wasn’t until that very moment that he realized how hungry he was. He hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast that morning, so it was no wonder he’d worked up an appetite. “It just feels good to finally be here,” he says after he has swallowed the pizza in his mouth, reaching for a swig from his bottle of beer.
Jared shows off the fact that he has no etiquette, as he answers with his mouth full, “I know what you mean. I was so eager to move in here with you, it couldn’t happen fast enough.”
Jensen can’t hold in his laughter. “Jay, I love you, but finish chewing before you open that mouth of yours! I know your momma raised you better!” He teases with a wide grin.
Jared, of course, responds by opening his mouth wide, showing Jensen the contents of his chewed pizza to which Jensen sends him a disgusted glare and slaps him on the arm. “I swear I’m living with a two year old!” He sighs, exasperated, though it is a fight to keep a grin off his face.
“Yeah,” Jared says the word softly, going from childish to serious in a blink of an eye. “We are living together, again, only this time is so much better than before.”
Jensen couldn’t disagree, this time was different, and it was better than before. This time it was by choice, a decision they’d made together, a stepping stone in their relationship. He smiles around his slice of pizza, pleased with where his life is currently at.
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Fresh from the shower, Jensen pads barefoot into the bedroom to find Jared sitting close by the fireplace with a book open in his hands. Drawing closer, he smiles at the intense expression on his boyfriend’s face as he reads Oscar Wilde, the book he’d gotten Jensen for Christmas a couple of years back.
He looks up when Jensen’s shadow falls over the book, eyes dark as he rakes them down Jensen’s near naked form. A thrill runs through Jensen at being so openly ogled, in his thin cotton boxer briefs, a towel hanging over his shoulders. Bookmark in place, Jared sets it aside and rises from the chair, taking the step it takes to have their bodies flush together.
“This will be our first night in our home, in our bedroom,” Jared whispers, fingertips skimming down Jensen’s arms, leaving goosegumps in their wake.
“We have to christen it. It is tradition, after all,” Jensen replies, already a tad breathless with their proximity and the heat of Jared’s breath ghosting over his lips.
A soft grin touches Jared’s lips as he leans in and claims possession of Jensen’s mouth, the towel around Jensen’s shoulders falling to the floor. Releasing a quiet moan, Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s shoulders, pressing into the kiss and opening his mouth, inviting Jared inside. It’s an invitation that Jared is quick to jump on, sliding his tongue into the wet warmth of Jensen’s mouth, thumb pressing into Jensen’s jaw. The kiss is somehow hard but tender at the same time, filled with emotion and lust, and the need to get closer.
Jared rocks his hips into Jensen, letting him feel just how hard he is already. Jensen turns his head to catch his breath, and Jared immediately begins to suck on his neck, nipping gently over the pulse point. The sensation sends a shiver down the length of Jensen’s spine, forcing a whimper from his throat that seems to spur Jared on.
Reclaiming possession of his mouth, Jared kisses him with passion, their tongues sliding wetly together, hot and sensual. It feels incredible, and Jensen can’t get enough. With a hand placed to Jared’s chest, Jensen can feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, grounding himself to that, feeling as though it is reverberating through him.
Jared’s lips don’t leave Jensen’s as he walks him backward, towards the bed, and gently lowers him down onto it. Smiling up at his boyfriend, Jensen crawls backward until his back meets the array of pillows arranged neatly on the bedspread, reaching back to toss a few of them to the floor.
When he looks back in Jared’s direction, his mouth dries at the bare chest revealed to him. Jared had taken to working out at the gym lately, and all the hard work was certainly paying off. The muscles in his chest now more defined, broad shouldered and defined pecs. He looked as gorgeous as ever, and Jensen needed to get his hands on him, now.
“Like what you see?” Jared teases, though there is a slight tint to his cheeks.
“You know I do,” Jensen grins, eyes raking over his boyfriend unabashedly.
Ridding himself of his jeans, Jared joins him on the bed; crawling up in a similar fashion and positioning himself overtop Jensen. Smiling, he cups a hand around the back of Jared’s neck and pulls him in for another deep kiss, thrusting his tongue between unresisting lips and relishing the whimper that escapes his boyfriend.
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Jensen awakens the next morning to the rhythmic sound of rain hitting the roof and Jared’s warmth wrapped around him from behind. It feels right, just perfect, and Jensen thinks he could spend the whole day just like this, with the quiet sounds of rain and Jared’s reassuring warmth at his back.
Jared’s hand is splayed across his stomach, and he reaches down to entwine their fingers, smiling when Jared gives his hand a gentle squeeze. A soft hum of breath ghosts over his ear, sending a pleasant shiver through him. “G’mornin’,” Jared mumbles sleepily, snuggling even closer to Jensen’s back, and presses a kiss to the nape of Jensen’s neck.
“Morning,” Jensen whispers, closing his eyes happily, and enjoying the feel of Jared’s lips against his neck. “This is a nice way to wake up.”
“Hmm, I couldn’t agree more,” Jared drawls, releasing Jensen’s hand to cup his morning erection. Jensen’s hips to push up into the palm of Jared’s hand, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
“Didn’t you get enough last night?” He teases, even as a moan works its way passed his throat.
Jared chuckles into his ear, nipping at the lobe as he starts to stroke him. “Could never get enough of you,” he replies, grinning when he twists his wrist on an upstroke and earns himself a mewl for his efforts.
“You’re insatiable, you know that?” Jensen thrusts into Jared’s hand, and then whimpers in loss when Jared pulls his hand away. “That doesn’t mean I want you to stop!”
Jared chuckles again, placing a kiss to Jensen’s cheek. “I never said I was stopping,” he speaks softly, as his fingers probe at Jensen’s hole, humming in appreciation. “You’re still loose from last night.”
Jensen has a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue, but it is lost at the feel of Jared’s lube-slick finger sliding into his body. He rocks back into it, making encouraging noises and urging Jared to add another finger, which he gladly obliges. It doesn’t take long to get him ready, he was already quite loose from the night before, but Jared still takes extra care just to be sure he won’t hurt him at all.
Once his fingers leave Jensen’s body altogether, Jensen turns and sits up, grabbing the condom from Jared’s slick hand. “Allow me,” he smiles as he tears into the small packet and slides the condom down, sheathing Jared’s cock, and then slicks him up with the lube. Rising up onto his knees, Jensen straddles Jared’s hips as his boyfriend reclines back against the pillows. Their eyes never leave each other as Jensen takes hold of Jared’s dick, guiding it to his entrance and lowers himself down. Simultaneously, they release soft moans, Jared reaching up to grasp hold of Jensen’s hips hard enough that Jensen is sure he will see bruises later. The thought is a pleasant one.
Giving himself a moment to adjust, and just feel Jared inside of him, he lifts up and slowly lowers himself back down, setting a slow rhythm designed to drive them both crazy. Jensen gasps, his hands planted on his lover’s firm thighs, his hips undulating as he rides Jared. Jared’s eyes track his movements, his intense hazel stare glued to Jensen, his face, his hips, no part of him goes untouched. It makes Jensen feel powerful, seeing the undisguised lust in Jared’s eyes, knowing he can reduce this man to a quivering mass of desire when he wants to. It’s a power Jared holds over him as well.
When need becomes too much to ignore, Jensen forgoes the slow rhythm for fast and hard, moaning deep in his chest when he changes the angle just so. He feels a pleasurable shudder run through his body when Jared begins playing with his nipple, alternating between rubbing and pinching it. He is getting close, can feel it so strongly, and his dick hasn’t even been touched yet.
When his eyes had fallen closed, he couldn’t be sure, but they snap open when he feels Jared wrap a strong arm around his waist and flips them over. Hands grasping Jared’s biceps, he pushes down into each thrust of Jared’s hips, moaning his appreciation. Jensen has to admit he loves it like this, Jared above him, pinning him into the mattress with his body and strength. It is one of the few times he doesn’t mind giving up control, and being manhandled was a secret turn on for him. He had no qualms about letting Jared have his way with him.
Face buried in the crook of Jensen’s neck, Jared thrusts a couple more times before his orgasm rushes through him, his body tensing as he calls out Jensen’s name. Jensen holds him through it, hands caressing his back; legs wrapped high around him. Jared lays there for a few moments, panting and breathless, and though Jensen is aching for his own release, he just holds tight to Jared and gives him time to come down from his high.
It is moments like this that he loves, their bodies closer than they ever possibly could be, Jared wrapped around him like a blanket. He feels like he could stay like this forever, with Jared breathing in his ear, the beat of his heart racing alongside Jensen’s. It is intimate, and in these moments, he never feels closer to his boyfriend.
However, he has needs that are prominent. Just as he is about to lose whatever patience he has, Jared rises up enough to get his hand around Jensen’s erection. A groan works its way out of his throat at the tight warmth wrapped around him, unable to stop his hips from pushing up into the circle of Jared’s hand.
Whispering words of encouragement, it only takes a couple of strokes of Jared’s hand to have Jensen coming so hard he nearly blacks out from the force of it. He is coherent enough to feel when Jared slips from his body, but he doesn’t actually open his eyes until he feels a damp rag against his belly. Jared smiles at him when their eyes lock, leaning down for a brief kiss that he promises to finish when he gets back.
Jensen lies there, comfortable and sated, and listens to the rhythmic sounds of the rain until Jared returns from the bathroom. Slipping back into bed, he wraps an arm around Jensen, pulling him in close. Jensen lies on his side, facing Jared, and looks back into those hazel eyes that he loves.
“This feels incredible, doesn’t it?” He speaks softly, not wanting to break the tranquil moment between them by speaking too loud.
Humming in agreement, a small smile pulls at the corner of Jared’s lips. “I’m so glad we did this. This is more than I could’ve hoped for,” he releases a huff of a laugh, hazel eyes shining with happiness. “I’m going to love waking up next to you each morning.”
This brings a similar smile to Jensen’s face, as he reaches out to run his fingers along the edge of Jared’s jaw. “I can’t believe we’ve made it. After all we’ve been through, with all the doubts and fear and hurt, we actually made it.”
“Did you ever doubt that we would?” Jared asks hand squeezing Jensen’s hips as his eyes search Jensen’s for an answer.
“I wish I could say I didn’t.” He lets out a sigh. “There were times I wasn’t sure we’d make it through, wasn’t sure we were meant to be together, with everything thrown our way, and the things we did ourselves. But… none of that matters, we’re here, we’re together…”
“We’ve beaten the odds, and that’s what matters,” Jared finishes for him. The smile on his face isn’t exactly beaming, but it’s more of a calm happiness, genuine and more emotional than a beaming smile could hold. It fills Jensen with warmth just to see it, and he can’t help but to return it with a small smile of his own.
“Yeah, and I couldn’t be happier,” he responds honestly, closing the space between their mouths to press a sweet kiss to Jared’s lips.
They lie in bed for a good portion of the morning, neither of them too eager to get up and face the day, content with listening to the calming rain and sharing lazy kisses that leave them breathless.
These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
These are the moments I'll remember all my life
I found all I've waited for and I could not ask for more
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I Could Not Ask For More - by Edwin McCain