Fic: What Dreams May Come. A "Doors" timestamp. RPS. AU J2. NC-17
Title: What Dreams May Come (A timestamp for The Doors of Time)
Author: felisblanco
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Wordcount: 2578 words
Rating: NC-17
Summary:Christening the new couch
Author’s note: Another Doors timestamp. Just some PWP really. To give you an idea this fic had the working title "69".
Beta’d by the wonderful candygramme.
As much as Jensen hates change, he has to admit that he likes the new couch. The old one wasn’t so much a couch anymore as a lump that both smelled weird and wreaked havoc on their backs. This new one is not only clean and comfy, it’s long enough that Jared can stretch from one end to the other, and deep enough that they can easily make out if they want to. They haven’t yet. Jared has been stressing about his finals, and Jensen has been his usual weird self all week. Which is why they decided to take the weekend off, doing nothing except sleep, and eat and take long walks, and then fall into bed to not have sex, because when Jared is this tired his head hardly has time to hit the pillow before he’s out like a light.
Not that Jensen minds. Much. But, well... He wouldn’t say no to some naked time that didn’t include snoring.
He smiles and looks over at Jared, taking a moment to just enjoy the sight. They’re supposed to be watching a movie, but Jensen lost track ages ago and he doubts Jared will last much longer. His eyes are already half-mast, one hand tucked under his cheek, the other curled up against his chest, cheeks slightly pink from their day in the cold December air. For a second Jensen thinks he sees the ghost of a much younger Jared, snoring under a blanket, frost tipping his eyelashes, on an old couch in a basement that smells of burnt wood and anger. That was ... Oh. Yes, of course. It was the day he found out Jared was going to be his. He can’t believe he’d forgotten.
“Do you remember...” Jensen starts then hesitates. What if Jared doesn’t? It’s such a clear memory, he’d hate to find out it wasn’t real.
“Hmm?” Jared mumbles, sleepy gaze sliding Jensen’s way.
“Nothing,” he lies. “I don’t know. It slipped my mind.”
A hint of concern colors Jared’s eyes but Jensen waves it away with a smile. Everything is fine. He’s good. Not that he blames Jared for being worried, not with the way he’s been lately. Nothing serious, just forgetting where he is sometimes, or more when he is. Going off track, calling Jared Chris, and basically making a fool of himself. It’s more embarrassing than worrying though. The truth is he wouldn’t even have noticed it happening if Jared hadn’t asked if something was bothering him. Smelling sad and yellow, like bitter lemons. There wasn’t. Isn’t. Apart from the not having sex thing. Which isn’t bothering him. Not really. He just misses it. As vivid as his sex fantasies can be, they’re not half as fulfilling as the real deal.
“It’s nothing,” he repeats, then grins and tickles Jared’s toes to distract him. He’s not nearly as ticklish as he used to be so all he gets for his efforts is Jared’s feet jerking away, then his toes stretching to scratch at Jensen’s stomach until he’s the one twitching. Jared huffs a laugh, and they fall into the same comfortable silence with Jared’s toes resting against Jensen’s stomach, warm and cozy under his t-shirt. After a while Jared’s breathing slows down, and it isn’t long until he starts snoring, low breathy sounds that make Jensen smile, and his heart swell with sudden fondness.
He tries to focus on the movie, but it’s far too late to get into it, and soon his eyelids start getting heavy. He jerks violently awake when his head falls backwards and grimaces at the resulting twinge in his neck. There are vines already covering the floor and crawling towards the TV. A brown and white bunny sits on the coffee table, staring at them with a look of confusion, probably wondering how it got there.
Jensen rubs his sore neck, yawning. He should shake Jared awake and drag him into the bedroom, but the couch is too damn comfortable, and Jared looks so peaceful. Instead, he slides down to lie on his side facing Jared, toes tucked under Jared’s chin, before placing a pillow over Jared’s feet to make them more comfortable to rest his head on. He slings one arm over Jared’s long legs to keep himself from rolling off the couch and smiles when he feels Jared move his own arm to hug Jensen’s legs in his sleep. Definitely liking this new couch!
“Is this what you were talking about?” Jared asks. They’re in the basement of his childhood home. Jared is huddled under a blanket on the couch, ears red with cold. The room smells like charcoal and snow. “I remember this. We cured my sad piano.”
Jensen grins. Maybe Jared does remember. Or maybe this isn’t actually Jared. He can’t always tell. It doesn’t really matter. They’re here, and he feels happy; even with everything he knows is going to happen, in this moment he is the happiest he can remember being his whole childhood.
“This is when I’ll fall in love with you,” he tells Jared. “In just a moment, in this exact spot. Trying to get rid of the bad smell.” He kicks the rug aside to reveal the scorch mark from his earlier emotional outburst.
“That was you?” Jared laughs. “Mom ripped Jeff a new one for it. Thought he’d gotten high and tried to light a campfire or something.”
Jensen shrugs but his cheeks heat up. He hadn’t really considered who might be blamed for his accident. He’s just happy it wasn’t Jared. “I was so mad at my mom. Remember, she tried to get me to come home? I guess I lost my temper. There might have been a lightning storm.”
Jared grins. “Seriously? Guess you’re my own personal Thor,” he says with a glint in his eye, and Jensen lets out a small laugh. Jared’s been on a Marvel binge lately. Jensen doesn’t really get it. He has enough weird things happening in his life without adding superheroes. “And that made you fall in love with me?” Jared adds, smiling, even if he looks a bit confused.
Jensen shakes his head. “Not that.” He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again he’s in the field with Jared standing tall by his side. “This.” He turns to Jared and looks up at him, constantly awed by how tall he is, how magnificent. “You told me I was amazing, and I… I don’t know.” He suddenly feels awkward. “I guess that was the first time I realized that maybe my magic wasn’t all evil.”
“Well, duh,” Jared says and smiles. “And that made you fall in love with me?”
“That, and you kissing me. That didn’t hurt,” Jensen admits with a smile. He’s surprised Jared doesn’t know this, that he’s never told him. Or maybe he has. For all he knows this is a memory on repeat. He looks up to find Jared looking sad and guilty. He doesn’t have to ask why. “Stop it. You couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know, not until that moment.”
Jared takes Jensen’s hand and pulls him down to sit on the grass. “That I was going to kiss you?” he asks.
“That I wanted you to,” Jensen clarifies. “And what that meant. That I was probably gay, I mean.”
“You didn’t know?” Jared asks, looking surprised.
Jensen shakes his head. “It never came up.”
“It never came up?” Jared echoes innocently, the grin as he lets his gaze flicker down for a second making Jensen blush pink. “At all?”
Jensen laughs and slaps Jared’s chest. “Oh, shut up. You know what I mean.” He looks at Jared, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the memory of his feelings that day. “You kissed me, and I knew, I just knew, that it would be you and me. All I had to do was wait for you to grow up.”
His smile falters, the pain so sudden his eyes sting. “I didn’t know I’d have to wait so long. So, so long. Without you. I didn’t know I’d be without you. Ten years, Jared. We lost ten years!”
He doesn’t even realize he’s rambling until Jared gently takes his head between his big hands and pulls him in for a kiss. “But we’re together now. And I’m never leaving you again, I promise.”
“I left you,” Jensen points out, voice shaking, his heart still stuttering in his chest.
“No, you didn’t,” Jared says firmly. “You didn’t leave me. You would never have left me.”
“I was going to leave for New York.”
“And I would have followed you as soon as I could.” Jared smiles and strokes his thumb over Jensen’s cheek. Is he’s crying? He can’t tell. “I had it all planned out. Go to high school, finish high school, follow Jensen to New York. That was my plan.”
Jensen bites his lip. “But we would have been apart for so long. Because of me. Because I was gonna leave you.”
“We would have talked on the phone all the time. And you would have come home on holidays and breaks, and I would have gone to visit you every chance I got. And you’d have shown me everything. Your school, the park…”
“Me.” Jensen grabs his hand, squeezing it tight. “I’d have shown you me. I was going to. Before I left, I was going to. I swear. I never meant to lie. I never-”
Jared kisses him again, light at first, then deeper until Jensen forgets what made him spiral. When he comes up for air they’re back in Jared’s basement, on the couch, huddled together under the blanket. He jerks away from Jared’s kisses, but Jared pulls Jensen back with strong arms, not a boy anymore but gloriously grown, as he was in the field. As he is in real life, in the present. Jensen breathes out in relief, his rapid heartbeat quieting. “Sorry. I thought …”
“Don’t worry, I’m all grown up now,” Jared says and pulls him closer. “So very, very grown up.” His lips land on Jensen’s neck, one hand already working his way into Jensen’s pants, warm and damp with sweat. “Let me show you just how grown up I am.”
Jensen gulps but he leans away. Not that that stops Jared from jerking Jensen off slowly, his hand warm and slick. “Yeah. God. Yeah. But not, not here. Please, Jared. I’m tired of dream sex.”
But Jared just shakes his head and smiles. “Jensen, you’re the only one sleeping.”
Jensen jerks awake, hot and out of breath, and so turned on he’s whimpering. When he looks down, he’s met with the wonderful sight of his cock sliding into the slick wet heat of Jared’s mouth. “Jesus!”
Jared chuckles and pulls back. “Took you long enough.”
“I was dreaming,” Jensen says flustered. “Guess this is why it got all sexy.”
“Mhm,” Jared agrees, already swallowing him down again.
Jensen hitches his breath, hips jerking involuntarily. Not that Jared seems to mind, with the way his big hands are cupping Jensen’s ass and pulling him even closer. Jared has shifted down the couch, his knees are bent, one foot still lodged under Jensen’s head, the other propped up against the back of the couch. Which brings his crotch tantalizingly close to Jensen’s lips.
Jared groans loudly as soon as Jensen starts working his belt. There’s a half-hearted mumble of, “You don’t have to,” which Jensen dismisses with a shush. As hard as it is to concentrate, with Jared using every trick in the book to drive him completely crazy, Jensen finally manages to get Jared’s jeans open.
Jensen loves Jared’s dick. He once wrote a 15-minute piano piece with three violins and a cello about how amazing it is, but he couldn’t even get halfway through playing it before he was flat on his back on the floor, having his own dick worshiped. In pretty much the same way as is happening right now. Oh god, oh god.
“Wait, wait.” He tugs frantically at Jared’s underwear, cursing at the tight fit of his boxer briefs that leave very little room for Jensen to slip his fingers inside, less alone his tongue. “Off. Get these off.”
Jared laughs, but he shifts his legs and lifts his hips, shimmying a little as Jensen tugs and tears and finally manages to pull down the offending underwear. Jared’s cock slaps him rather violently in the chin when it slips free, but Jensen only allows himself a small growl before sliding it into his mouth. Jared jumps a little, his teeth scraping Jensen’s dick as he loses his rhythm for a second. “Fuck,” he pants, pulling off to gulp in air. “Jensen!”
Jensen just hums, his lips curling into a smile when Jared moans and whimpers.
“Fuck, I love this couch. I love your, your mouth. God, your dick. I love your dick.”
Jensen can’t help chuckling. Something about blowjobs makes Jared lose control and babble like crazy. Which is why they never do public sex anymore. Well, almost never. There was that one time …
He gets lost in the memory for a while, only breaking free when Jared whimpers a protest about Jensen slowing down.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. The word isn’t really intelligible, but his actions speak louder than his words at that point anyway, so he concentrates on worshiping Jared the best way he knows how. Then loses all thought as Jared enters the competition, each of them racing for the goal.
He’s not sure which of them gets there first, there’s just an all-around overwhelming sensation, like they’re caught in the middle of an underwater explosion. Then he’s gasping for breath, his mouth tasting like the ocean, as Jared smothers a whimper against the soft skin of his thigh.
They lie panting for a while, then Jared sits up and turns around, sliding down between Jensen and the couch and wrapping his arms tight around him. “I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you,” he says, kissing Jensen’s temple.
“It’s okay,” Jensen mumbles automatically, already half-asleep. Then feels bad when he catches a sniff of lemons from Jared’s sting of guilt. “I mean, you haven’t. I’m just …” He laughs it off. “Not your fault I’m such a horny nympho.”
Jared chuckles. “Well, there’s that. But really. Thank you for being patient. I didn’t even realize; I’ve been so damn tired.”
“We don’t need to have sex all the time,” Jensen allows grudgingly. They do need to eat and work, and he needs to play every so often or he’ll get jittery, and things start flying. “We are getting older …” he adds, just to feel the warm breath of Jared’s chuckle tickle his neck again.
“Speak for yourself, old man.” Jared wraps his long legs around him, bringing their respective naked parts even closer together. His cock gives a half-hearted twitch, and Jensen wiggles his ass in return, even if they both know not even magic could revive them this soon. “Next time just tell it to me plain. Say, ‘Jared, you’re neglecting your husbandly duties.’ That should do the trick.”
Jensen’s heart stutters in his chest. He didn’t think he could be happier but maybe he will. “Not husbands yet,” he whispers and snuggles closer, not noticing the way Jared goes still.
“We are,” Jared says quietly, stroking Jensen’s hair. “It’s been over a year, love.” But Jensen is already asleep.
fin
Author: felisblanco
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Wordcount: 2578 words
Rating: NC-17
Summary:Christening the new couch
Author’s note: Another Doors timestamp. Just some PWP really. To give you an idea this fic had the working title "69".
Beta’d by the wonderful candygramme.
As much as Jensen hates change, he has to admit that he likes the new couch. The old one wasn’t so much a couch anymore as a lump that both smelled weird and wreaked havoc on their backs. This new one is not only clean and comfy, it’s long enough that Jared can stretch from one end to the other, and deep enough that they can easily make out if they want to. They haven’t yet. Jared has been stressing about his finals, and Jensen has been his usual weird self all week. Which is why they decided to take the weekend off, doing nothing except sleep, and eat and take long walks, and then fall into bed to not have sex, because when Jared is this tired his head hardly has time to hit the pillow before he’s out like a light.
Not that Jensen minds. Much. But, well... He wouldn’t say no to some naked time that didn’t include snoring.
He smiles and looks over at Jared, taking a moment to just enjoy the sight. They’re supposed to be watching a movie, but Jensen lost track ages ago and he doubts Jared will last much longer. His eyes are already half-mast, one hand tucked under his cheek, the other curled up against his chest, cheeks slightly pink from their day in the cold December air. For a second Jensen thinks he sees the ghost of a much younger Jared, snoring under a blanket, frost tipping his eyelashes, on an old couch in a basement that smells of burnt wood and anger. That was ... Oh. Yes, of course. It was the day he found out Jared was going to be his. He can’t believe he’d forgotten.
“Do you remember...” Jensen starts then hesitates. What if Jared doesn’t? It’s such a clear memory, he’d hate to find out it wasn’t real.
“Hmm?” Jared mumbles, sleepy gaze sliding Jensen’s way.
“Nothing,” he lies. “I don’t know. It slipped my mind.”
A hint of concern colors Jared’s eyes but Jensen waves it away with a smile. Everything is fine. He’s good. Not that he blames Jared for being worried, not with the way he’s been lately. Nothing serious, just forgetting where he is sometimes, or more when he is. Going off track, calling Jared Chris, and basically making a fool of himself. It’s more embarrassing than worrying though. The truth is he wouldn’t even have noticed it happening if Jared hadn’t asked if something was bothering him. Smelling sad and yellow, like bitter lemons. There wasn’t. Isn’t. Apart from the not having sex thing. Which isn’t bothering him. Not really. He just misses it. As vivid as his sex fantasies can be, they’re not half as fulfilling as the real deal.
“It’s nothing,” he repeats, then grins and tickles Jared’s toes to distract him. He’s not nearly as ticklish as he used to be so all he gets for his efforts is Jared’s feet jerking away, then his toes stretching to scratch at Jensen’s stomach until he’s the one twitching. Jared huffs a laugh, and they fall into the same comfortable silence with Jared’s toes resting against Jensen’s stomach, warm and cozy under his t-shirt. After a while Jared’s breathing slows down, and it isn’t long until he starts snoring, low breathy sounds that make Jensen smile, and his heart swell with sudden fondness.
He tries to focus on the movie, but it’s far too late to get into it, and soon his eyelids start getting heavy. He jerks violently awake when his head falls backwards and grimaces at the resulting twinge in his neck. There are vines already covering the floor and crawling towards the TV. A brown and white bunny sits on the coffee table, staring at them with a look of confusion, probably wondering how it got there.
Jensen rubs his sore neck, yawning. He should shake Jared awake and drag him into the bedroom, but the couch is too damn comfortable, and Jared looks so peaceful. Instead, he slides down to lie on his side facing Jared, toes tucked under Jared’s chin, before placing a pillow over Jared’s feet to make them more comfortable to rest his head on. He slings one arm over Jared’s long legs to keep himself from rolling off the couch and smiles when he feels Jared move his own arm to hug Jensen’s legs in his sleep. Definitely liking this new couch!
“Is this what you were talking about?” Jared asks. They’re in the basement of his childhood home. Jared is huddled under a blanket on the couch, ears red with cold. The room smells like charcoal and snow. “I remember this. We cured my sad piano.”
Jensen grins. Maybe Jared does remember. Or maybe this isn’t actually Jared. He can’t always tell. It doesn’t really matter. They’re here, and he feels happy; even with everything he knows is going to happen, in this moment he is the happiest he can remember being his whole childhood.
“This is when I’ll fall in love with you,” he tells Jared. “In just a moment, in this exact spot. Trying to get rid of the bad smell.” He kicks the rug aside to reveal the scorch mark from his earlier emotional outburst.
“That was you?” Jared laughs. “Mom ripped Jeff a new one for it. Thought he’d gotten high and tried to light a campfire or something.”
Jensen shrugs but his cheeks heat up. He hadn’t really considered who might be blamed for his accident. He’s just happy it wasn’t Jared. “I was so mad at my mom. Remember, she tried to get me to come home? I guess I lost my temper. There might have been a lightning storm.”
Jared grins. “Seriously? Guess you’re my own personal Thor,” he says with a glint in his eye, and Jensen lets out a small laugh. Jared’s been on a Marvel binge lately. Jensen doesn’t really get it. He has enough weird things happening in his life without adding superheroes. “And that made you fall in love with me?” Jared adds, smiling, even if he looks a bit confused.
Jensen shakes his head. “Not that.” He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again he’s in the field with Jared standing tall by his side. “This.” He turns to Jared and looks up at him, constantly awed by how tall he is, how magnificent. “You told me I was amazing, and I… I don’t know.” He suddenly feels awkward. “I guess that was the first time I realized that maybe my magic wasn’t all evil.”
“Well, duh,” Jared says and smiles. “And that made you fall in love with me?”
“That, and you kissing me. That didn’t hurt,” Jensen admits with a smile. He’s surprised Jared doesn’t know this, that he’s never told him. Or maybe he has. For all he knows this is a memory on repeat. He looks up to find Jared looking sad and guilty. He doesn’t have to ask why. “Stop it. You couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know, not until that moment.”
Jared takes Jensen’s hand and pulls him down to sit on the grass. “That I was going to kiss you?” he asks.
“That I wanted you to,” Jensen clarifies. “And what that meant. That I was probably gay, I mean.”
“You didn’t know?” Jared asks, looking surprised.
Jensen shakes his head. “It never came up.”
“It never came up?” Jared echoes innocently, the grin as he lets his gaze flicker down for a second making Jensen blush pink. “At all?”
Jensen laughs and slaps Jared’s chest. “Oh, shut up. You know what I mean.” He looks at Jared, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the memory of his feelings that day. “You kissed me, and I knew, I just knew, that it would be you and me. All I had to do was wait for you to grow up.”
His smile falters, the pain so sudden his eyes sting. “I didn’t know I’d have to wait so long. So, so long. Without you. I didn’t know I’d be without you. Ten years, Jared. We lost ten years!”
He doesn’t even realize he’s rambling until Jared gently takes his head between his big hands and pulls him in for a kiss. “But we’re together now. And I’m never leaving you again, I promise.”
“I left you,” Jensen points out, voice shaking, his heart still stuttering in his chest.
“No, you didn’t,” Jared says firmly. “You didn’t leave me. You would never have left me.”
“I was going to leave for New York.”
“And I would have followed you as soon as I could.” Jared smiles and strokes his thumb over Jensen’s cheek. Is he’s crying? He can’t tell. “I had it all planned out. Go to high school, finish high school, follow Jensen to New York. That was my plan.”
Jensen bites his lip. “But we would have been apart for so long. Because of me. Because I was gonna leave you.”
“We would have talked on the phone all the time. And you would have come home on holidays and breaks, and I would have gone to visit you every chance I got. And you’d have shown me everything. Your school, the park…”
“Me.” Jensen grabs his hand, squeezing it tight. “I’d have shown you me. I was going to. Before I left, I was going to. I swear. I never meant to lie. I never-”
Jared kisses him again, light at first, then deeper until Jensen forgets what made him spiral. When he comes up for air they’re back in Jared’s basement, on the couch, huddled together under the blanket. He jerks away from Jared’s kisses, but Jared pulls Jensen back with strong arms, not a boy anymore but gloriously grown, as he was in the field. As he is in real life, in the present. Jensen breathes out in relief, his rapid heartbeat quieting. “Sorry. I thought …”
“Don’t worry, I’m all grown up now,” Jared says and pulls him closer. “So very, very grown up.” His lips land on Jensen’s neck, one hand already working his way into Jensen’s pants, warm and damp with sweat. “Let me show you just how grown up I am.”
Jensen gulps but he leans away. Not that that stops Jared from jerking Jensen off slowly, his hand warm and slick. “Yeah. God. Yeah. But not, not here. Please, Jared. I’m tired of dream sex.”
But Jared just shakes his head and smiles. “Jensen, you’re the only one sleeping.”
Jensen jerks awake, hot and out of breath, and so turned on he’s whimpering. When he looks down, he’s met with the wonderful sight of his cock sliding into the slick wet heat of Jared’s mouth. “Jesus!”
Jared chuckles and pulls back. “Took you long enough.”
“I was dreaming,” Jensen says flustered. “Guess this is why it got all sexy.”
“Mhm,” Jared agrees, already swallowing him down again.
Jensen hitches his breath, hips jerking involuntarily. Not that Jared seems to mind, with the way his big hands are cupping Jensen’s ass and pulling him even closer. Jared has shifted down the couch, his knees are bent, one foot still lodged under Jensen’s head, the other propped up against the back of the couch. Which brings his crotch tantalizingly close to Jensen’s lips.
Jared groans loudly as soon as Jensen starts working his belt. There’s a half-hearted mumble of, “You don’t have to,” which Jensen dismisses with a shush. As hard as it is to concentrate, with Jared using every trick in the book to drive him completely crazy, Jensen finally manages to get Jared’s jeans open.
Jensen loves Jared’s dick. He once wrote a 15-minute piano piece with three violins and a cello about how amazing it is, but he couldn’t even get halfway through playing it before he was flat on his back on the floor, having his own dick worshiped. In pretty much the same way as is happening right now. Oh god, oh god.
“Wait, wait.” He tugs frantically at Jared’s underwear, cursing at the tight fit of his boxer briefs that leave very little room for Jensen to slip his fingers inside, less alone his tongue. “Off. Get these off.”
Jared laughs, but he shifts his legs and lifts his hips, shimmying a little as Jensen tugs and tears and finally manages to pull down the offending underwear. Jared’s cock slaps him rather violently in the chin when it slips free, but Jensen only allows himself a small growl before sliding it into his mouth. Jared jumps a little, his teeth scraping Jensen’s dick as he loses his rhythm for a second. “Fuck,” he pants, pulling off to gulp in air. “Jensen!”
Jensen just hums, his lips curling into a smile when Jared moans and whimpers.
“Fuck, I love this couch. I love your, your mouth. God, your dick. I love your dick.”
Jensen can’t help chuckling. Something about blowjobs makes Jared lose control and babble like crazy. Which is why they never do public sex anymore. Well, almost never. There was that one time …
He gets lost in the memory for a while, only breaking free when Jared whimpers a protest about Jensen slowing down.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. The word isn’t really intelligible, but his actions speak louder than his words at that point anyway, so he concentrates on worshiping Jared the best way he knows how. Then loses all thought as Jared enters the competition, each of them racing for the goal.
He’s not sure which of them gets there first, there’s just an all-around overwhelming sensation, like they’re caught in the middle of an underwater explosion. Then he’s gasping for breath, his mouth tasting like the ocean, as Jared smothers a whimper against the soft skin of his thigh.
They lie panting for a while, then Jared sits up and turns around, sliding down between Jensen and the couch and wrapping his arms tight around him. “I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you,” he says, kissing Jensen’s temple.
“It’s okay,” Jensen mumbles automatically, already half-asleep. Then feels bad when he catches a sniff of lemons from Jared’s sting of guilt. “I mean, you haven’t. I’m just …” He laughs it off. “Not your fault I’m such a horny nympho.”
Jared chuckles. “Well, there’s that. But really. Thank you for being patient. I didn’t even realize; I’ve been so damn tired.”
“We don’t need to have sex all the time,” Jensen allows grudgingly. They do need to eat and work, and he needs to play every so often or he’ll get jittery, and things start flying. “We are getting older …” he adds, just to feel the warm breath of Jared’s chuckle tickle his neck again.
“Speak for yourself, old man.” Jared wraps his long legs around him, bringing their respective naked parts even closer together. His cock gives a half-hearted twitch, and Jensen wiggles his ass in return, even if they both know not even magic could revive them this soon. “Next time just tell it to me plain. Say, ‘Jared, you’re neglecting your husbandly duties.’ That should do the trick.”
Jensen’s heart stutters in his chest. He didn’t think he could be happier but maybe he will. “Not husbands yet,” he whispers and snuggles closer, not noticing the way Jared goes still.
“We are,” Jared says quietly, stroking Jensen’s hair. “It’s been over a year, love.” But Jensen is already asleep.
fin