Fic: Dining In| Pooch/Jensen/Jolene| NC 17
Fic: Dining In
Author: ficsoreal
Pairing: Pooch/Jensen/Jolene
Rating: NC 17
Words: 3246
Summary: There's nothing suspicious about dinner. At least, that's what Jensen keeps repeating under his breath.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Jake Jensen isn’t afraid of Jolene Porteous. He’s been through too much shit to be afraid of anything that doesn’t involve being permanently maimed, burned alive or watching one of his teammates die. So, yeah, he’s not scared of Jolene, but he is wary.
And aware. Fuck, is he aware of her. Notices Jolene in ways someone claiming to be her husband’s best friend definitely shouldn’t. Today, she’s wearing a dark green dress, the kind with the straps that tie over the shoulders. Easy access. For the baby, of course. Jensen sends out a quick apology to Pooch wherever he is at the moment for having impure thoughts about his wife. He snaps to attention when Jolene comes back out of the kitchen carrying a glass of water.
There’s condensation on the outside of the glass, little beads of water running down the sides and over the back of Jolene’s hands. The ice cubes clink together softly as she hands the water over and it’s like Jensen’s developed some sort of boner for ice cold water after hiding out in sweltering jungles for months on end.
Jolene looks amused as he gulps down half the glass in one swallow. Jensen wipes the back of his mouth awkwardly and asks, “Did Pooch say where he was going or when he’d be back?” Maybe, he should have called ahead.
She tilts her head and looks at him from beneath her eyelashes. “No,” she says. “He took Junior out for some daddy time.”
“Uh,” Jensen says, fidgeting a bit with his glass. “I should probably go, then.”
“I’m going to sit on the couch and watch mindless tv until Pooch gets back with the baby, because by then he’ll be fed up with bottles and wanting mommy,” Jolene says.
Jensen’s eyes drop to her breasts automatically and Jolene makes an amused sound, jerking his gaze back up to her face. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something stupid or asking something wildly inappropriate like does Pooch drink what the baby leaves behind.
“Sit with me, Jensen. Pooch’ll be back soon.” She sinks down onto the couch and grabs the remote.
He sits.
Jolene flips through the channels until she settles on some reality cooking show. Jensen pretends to be interested as ten self involved people try to make an appetizing dish out of an ostrich egg and caramel, but Jolene takes the opportunity to watch him.
“Pooch told me about you saving his life,” she says during a commercial break.
“Huh,” Jensen says. He’s saved Pooch’s life any number of times in the past, but Jolene seems like she’s talking about a particular incident.
She smiles at his confusion. “When he was shot, you carried him.”
Jensen nods. Yeah, he remembers that Max lackey pumping two bullets into Pooch’s thighs, Pooch hitting his knees, face screwed up in pain. He shrugs. “You know he’d do the same for me.”
Jolene laughs, bright and happy and completely at odds with the slow once over she gives Jensen. “I don’t know; you’re a big boy, Jensen, but I’m sure he would have tried.”
He blinks. Prickly heat sweeps over his skin and he shifts his weight, spreads his legs a little. A woman’s cursing on the tv in the background. Jensen licks his lips. “I think I should get going.”
Jolene talks over him. “You’ve always been Pooch’s favorite. He talks about you all the time.”
“That’s great,” Jensen says. “I can’t say I’m really surprised, because I’m awesome and it’s hard not to notice my numerous outstanding qualities. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m everyone’s favorite.” Jensen takes a breath and thinks about it. “Except Aisha’s and maybe, Clay’s. Oh, and Cougar can be hard to read sometimes, but Pooch, definitely. I am definitely Pooch’s favorite.”
“You are.” Jolene laughs and reaches out to squeeze Jensen’s bicep. He flexes involuntarily and her laugh dies away. “Jensen,” she says and there’s an intent look in her brown eyes.
The front door opens sending sunlight streaming into the living room and Pooch says, “Jensen, my man,” happily. Jensen sends up a silent thank you to the benevolent voyeur in the sky.
Jolene sits back and leans up to accept Pooch’s kiss when he bends to her. Pooch has Junior strapped to the front of his chest and the baby is wide eyed and content until Jolene coos at him. Then, his face scrunches up and his arms flail before he starts to whimper for his mother.
“Traitor,” Pooch says, hands already working to unbuckle the baby. “What’s up? You two looked pretty intense when I came in.”
“Oh, I was just telling Jensen about how he’s your favorite,” Jolene says. She’s making faces at the baby as if she hadn’t been making Jensen fear for his dick and his life just moments before.
“Jensen is my favorite,” Pooch says. The statement rolls off his tongue, matter of fact and easy; Jensen blushes.
His embarrassment doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Are you blushing?” Pooch asks, delighted. “You are.” He peers at Jensen from the other side of Jolene and Jolene laughs at his antics. “That’s cute, man, real cute. Did you need something or were you just hanging out, flirting with my wife?”
Jensen shrugs awkwardly. “I wanted you to test the new game I’m building.”
Glee lights up Pooch’s face. “Team play?” he asks and Jolene rolls her eyes.
“You know it,” Jensen says.
“If I find a character that resembles me in any way standing on a street corner, I’ll strangle both of you.” Jolene gives Jensen a significant look.
He holds his hands out. “How was I supposed to know you’d end up married?”
Pooch wrinkles his nose at Jensen over her shoulder. “I didn’t know anything about that until the game was finished.”
Sometimes, Jensen forgets the number of blatant lies Pooch will tell to avoid Jolene’s wrath. He widens his eyes and says, “Sure, sure. Pooch totally didn’t tell me about the mole on your inner thigh in the pursuit of realism.” He grins when Jolene gasps and swings around to glare at Pooch.
“I didn’t,” Pooch says, “lucky guess, that was a lucky guess, honey.”
Jensen makes a face at Junior while Jolene fusses at Pooch and he smiles at Jensen, the wet, open mouth smile that’s so cute on babies and creepy on dentureless grandmothers trying to grab his ass.
“He’s trying to distract you,” Pooch insists and Jolene turns back to Jensen.
Jensen freezes under her gaze. “What?”
Pooch nods knowingly and edges out of Jolene’s strike zone. Bastard.
“Distract you from what?” Jensen quirks an eyebrow at her, innocence shining out of every pore.
Pooch nudges her with his shoe. “You were going to invite Jensen to dinner Wednesday.”
“Oh,” Jolene says, “oh,” drawing it out the second time.
She sounds entirely too surprised and excited about a simple dinner invitation.
“Really?” She asks Pooch and he nods and says, “Really.”
Jensen is at a loss. He likes food and company as much as the next person, but this is ridiculous. “Are you going to actually invite me to dinner or keep talking about inviting me to dinner in front of me?”
Pooch snorts and Jolene tucks the baby closer against her side. “Would you like to come to dinner Wednesday?”
“I’d be delighted,” Jensen says and Jolene beams at him.
She stands up taking Junior with her. “Great. I’m going to find a babysitter.”
“Babysitter,” Jensen repeats. “I don’t mind the baby.
Pooch says, “It’s been a long time since we’ve had an adults only evening.”
Jensen frowns. “And you’re inviting me?”
“Adorable,” Pooch says, “Completely adorable,” and rubs Jensen’s head before getting up to follow Jolene to the back of the house.
“I’ll see myself out, then,” Jensen shouts and Jolene yells back, “We’ll see you Wednesday at seven.”
Pooch adds, “Bring the new game.”
“Okay, then,” Jensen says to himself and makes sure to lock the door as he leaves.
He tries to describe the weirdness of the entire visit to Cougar later, but Cougar doesn’t seem to want to listen until Jensen gets to the part about dinner being adults only. Then, Cougar looks up and focuses on Jensen’s face.
“See,” Jensen says with satisfaction. “I told you it was weird.”
Cougar grunts and leaves the room abruptly, but Jensen’s not too worried; Cougar’s been doing that a lot lately like whenever Jensen does sit ups or spills coke on his t-shirt.
They’re all a little crazy and Jensen’s not one to judge.
He spends the time until Wednesday altering any characters that might resemble Jolene in a completely superficial manner and he does the same to the ones who look like Aisha just to be extra careful. Being shot by Aisha hurt more than enough the first time; Jensen doesn’t need a repeat performance.
The handful of flowers Jensen presents to Jolene with a flourish at the door gets him a delighted smile from Jolene and eye roll from Pooch. “Nothing for me?” Pooch asks and Jensen shoves a bottle of wine at him.
“Nice,” Pooch says and takes it from him. He’s wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt that hugs his chest. Not that Jensen notices or anything.
Jolene steps in close to plant a kiss on Jensen’s cheek and her breasts brush against his chest briefly before she steps back to let him in the door. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
At the table, Jensen ends up drinking most of the wine, because Jolene’s still breastfeeding and Pooch spends most of the time looking back and forth between them with a gleeful expression.
The plates rattle when Jolene kicks Pooch beneath the table and he jumps, caught off guard. “Stop it,” she says and Pooch gives her a wounded look.
“I’m not doing anything,” Pooch says, but Jolene looks unimpressed and Jensen is sure he looks mystified, because he is.
“Um,” He says and puts his fork down reluctantly, because whatever else is going on here, the food is fucking delicious. “Am I missing something?”
Pooch frowns at Jolene. “See, you made him uncomfortable.”
Jolene pushes back from the table and points a finger at Pooch. “Keep it up and you’re not going to get any dessert.”
“Dessert?” Jensen perks up.
No one answers him, but the dishes disappear in short order when Pooch stands up to help Jolene clear the table. Jensen watches and feels like a horrible guest, but he knows trying to help would only interrupt their flow.
Jensen startles a bit when Jolene wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind and tucks her forehead against his neck. He shoots Pooch a wary look and Pooch smiles at him without comment.
“Thanks for coming,” Jolene says and Jensen can feel her lips moving against his skin, soft and warm.
He flushes. “Umm,” he says, “thanks for inviting me.” Jolene has hugged him a thousand times before, but this embrace feels decidedly different.
Jolene nods against his shoulder and obviously mistakes Jensen’s politeness for an invitation to run her hands down his chest. He jerks, head tilting back, as she rubs over his nipples curiously.
“Sensitive,” Pooch says as Jensen grabs Jolene’s wrists and pulls her hands away from his chest. Her wrists are tiny in Jensen’s hands.
“I don’t think,” he says and Jolene bites the rim of his ear. “You don’t have to think,” she says, “Pooch is standing right over there. Ask him.”
Jensen looks at Pooch; Pooch looks at Jensen and Jensen says, “Well, okay, then.”
“Bedroom,” Pooch says and Jolene steps back to give Jensen space to stand.
He’s been in their bedroom a dozen times before, waiting on Pooch, changing Junior or borrowing clothes, but now the space feels brand new. The bed dominates the room and Jensen’s never seen that sheet set before. They bought new linens for this, new sheets to fuck him on.
The enormity of the situation hits Jensen, but he trusts Pooch with his life. Jolene steps close to him again and smiles up at him before pulling him down into a kiss. And, apparently, Pooch trusts him with his.
Kissing Jolene isn’t just different, it’s bordering on terrifying, because Jensen had lumped any idle thoughts of Jolene into the “death imminent” category a long time ago and it’s hard to change his thought process.
Change becomes easier when Jolene pinches the tender skin just above his hip and nips his bottom lip. “Concentrate, Jensen,” she says and he slides his hands down to cup her hips.
“Yeah,” Pooch says, “like that,” and the heat of his body is suddenly plastered to Jensen’s back.
Pooch rubs his hands down Jensen’s forearms until his hands are moving over Jensen’s to grip the soft curves of his wife’s ass and use his hold to pull her tighter against Jensen.
Jensen inhales sharply as Jolene grinds against his cock. “Oh, sweetie,” she says and shoves her hands beneath his t-shirt, pushing it up to his shoulders, but she’s too short in her bare feet to wrestle it over his head. Pooch laughs at her and finishes the job.
She directs a mock glare at Pooch that quickly melts into appreciation as she takes in Jensen’s bared chest. She presses an open mouthed kiss to the center of his chest and Jensen shivers.
Jensen reaches back, tangles a hand in Pooch’s shirt and pulls. He gets a low laugh and Pooch nosing along the curve of his shoulder.
He lets his head roll to the side to give Pooch more room to work. “Are you going to fuck me?” he asks by which he means, “Please, fuck me.”
“Absolutely,” Pooch says and his hands are tangling with Jolene’s to open Jensen’s jeans, push them down along with his underwear. “Step out of your shoes.”
By the time Jensen’s feet are bare and his jeans are kicked to the side, Jolene’s naked in front of him. He reaches out to touch, but she takes a step back and turns to climb on the bed.
Her ass is ridiculous. Jensen follows automatically and Pooch mutters, “Now, you know how I feel.”
Jolene’s thighs press soft and giving against the outside of his shoulders, but Jensen can readily feel the strength of her muscles when he leans down to put his mouth on her and her legs clench around him.
Slick, already so wet for him. It makes Jensen wonder if she was soaking her panties during dinner watching him eat the meal she made. Noise rumbles low in his throat, he’s helpless against the thought, and Jolene gasps, lifts for his mouth.
A million ridiculous thoughts run through Jensen’s head in a day and sometimes, he’s even aware of the fact they’re ridiculous, but as he curls his tongue around Jolene’s clit and listens to the breathy little sounds she’s making, he wants to let some of them escape his mouth. He wants to pet her inner thighs and press kisses to where she’s most sensitive and promise to make every thing better. Promise to make sure Pooch comes home to her by boat, ship, plane or car. Maybe his thoughts aren’t so ridiculous after all.
The touch of Pooch’s naked skin along his side is startling, because Jensen’s been lost in Jolene. He missed Pooch shedding his clothes. He’s seen Pooch naked plenty of times before but never for him. Jensen turns his head to peek over Jolene’s knee at him.
Pooch grins back at him, reaches out to run a finger over Jensen’s wet mouth. His finger slides slickly over Jensen’s bottom lip and Jensen watches as Pooch licks the shine away from his fingertip.
“Fuck,” he says and Jolene makes an unhappy sound and tugs on his hair.
“Is he ignoring you?” Pooch asks her. He puts his hand on the back of Jensen’s head and urges him back down. “We can’t have that, can we?”
Jensen doesn’t play around this time. He focuses on her reactions the same way he focuses on cracking code. When Jolene’s hips jerk and her fingers tighten in his hair, he gives her more, backs off when she flinches and gasps, too tender for direct contact.
Steady, filthy encouragement streams from Pooch’s mouth. His word’s settle, heavy, low in Jensen’s stomach and make his dick ache. He rubs against the bed, a little, desperate for something and Pooch laughs at him again.
It’s a good thing Jensen’s use to Pooch laughing at him or he’d be mighty insulted right about now. As it is, he’s only horribly turned on.
“Oh,” Jolene moans and Jensen can feel her peak against his mouth; he quickly pushes his tongue inside to experience it better.
Pooch says, “Good boy,” and runs his hand down Jensen’s back. Jensen follows his touch greedily, shivering and hungry for it.
He’s pushed and pulled until Pooch is looming over him, wrapping a hand around Jensen’s cock and swallowing the desperate sounds from his mouth. Pooch’s hands are sure, strong as he jacks Jensen.
Jensen’s abs are burning from the way his hips are working up into Pooch’s hand. Jolene places a hand low on his stomach like she can feel the strain and Jensen reaches for her, half blind with the need to come.
“Please,” he manages to get out between gasps and Pooch talks back to him, words Jensen has difficulty understanding over the roaring in his ears. Pooch twists his hand sharply and they both make approving noises at Jensen as his back locks up and come spills onto his stomach, the back of Pooch’s hand.
“He’s so pretty,” Jolene tells Pooch before bending down to whisper the words against Jensen’s open mouth. Jensen makes a half hearted attempt to kiss her back between trying to get oxygen into his burning lungs.
The squeak of the bedsprings brings Jensen’s attention back to the fact Pooch hasn’t gotten off yet. He makes a protesting noise at the sight of Pooch jerking himself off and makes grabby hands at him, trying to get Pooch to climb up the bed to him, because his muscles are still in the liquefied stage of post orgasmic bliss.
Pooch doesn’t laugh at him this time, just knee crawls within range of Jensen’s mouth and stares down at him through heavy eyelids as Jensen lips clumsily at the head of his cock. The sound Pooch makes when he comes sounds disturbingly similar to the grunts of pain he made when Jensen had jostled his wounds carrying him. It makes Jensen’s chest ache and he pulls Pooch down against him, smearing come, sweat and spit between them.
When Pooch stops kissing him to kiss Jolene, Jensen takes a moment to look at both of them and appreciate his good fortune, fleeting though it may be. Pooch settles warm against his back and Jolene curls up against his chest and he’s thinking about falling asleep when a thought hits him.
“Hey, guys,” Jensen says, slurring slightly, “if I happened to make a totally innocent comment about being the creamy filling between two particularly delicious cookies, would you make me sleep on the couch?”
“Absolutely,” Pooch says and Jensen can feel Jolene shaking with laughter against him.
The corners of Jensen’s mouth tip up drunkenly; he’s pretty damn happy at the moment. “I guess I’ll keep it to myself then.”
Author: ficsoreal
Pairing: Pooch/Jensen/Jolene
Rating: NC 17
Words: 3246
Summary: There's nothing suspicious about dinner. At least, that's what Jensen keeps repeating under his breath.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Jake Jensen isn’t afraid of Jolene Porteous. He’s been through too much shit to be afraid of anything that doesn’t involve being permanently maimed, burned alive or watching one of his teammates die. So, yeah, he’s not scared of Jolene, but he is wary.
And aware. Fuck, is he aware of her. Notices Jolene in ways someone claiming to be her husband’s best friend definitely shouldn’t. Today, she’s wearing a dark green dress, the kind with the straps that tie over the shoulders. Easy access. For the baby, of course. Jensen sends out a quick apology to Pooch wherever he is at the moment for having impure thoughts about his wife. He snaps to attention when Jolene comes back out of the kitchen carrying a glass of water.
There’s condensation on the outside of the glass, little beads of water running down the sides and over the back of Jolene’s hands. The ice cubes clink together softly as she hands the water over and it’s like Jensen’s developed some sort of boner for ice cold water after hiding out in sweltering jungles for months on end.
Jolene looks amused as he gulps down half the glass in one swallow. Jensen wipes the back of his mouth awkwardly and asks, “Did Pooch say where he was going or when he’d be back?” Maybe, he should have called ahead.
She tilts her head and looks at him from beneath her eyelashes. “No,” she says. “He took Junior out for some daddy time.”
“Uh,” Jensen says, fidgeting a bit with his glass. “I should probably go, then.”
“I’m going to sit on the couch and watch mindless tv until Pooch gets back with the baby, because by then he’ll be fed up with bottles and wanting mommy,” Jolene says.
Jensen’s eyes drop to her breasts automatically and Jolene makes an amused sound, jerking his gaze back up to her face. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something stupid or asking something wildly inappropriate like does Pooch drink what the baby leaves behind.
“Sit with me, Jensen. Pooch’ll be back soon.” She sinks down onto the couch and grabs the remote.
He sits.
Jolene flips through the channels until she settles on some reality cooking show. Jensen pretends to be interested as ten self involved people try to make an appetizing dish out of an ostrich egg and caramel, but Jolene takes the opportunity to watch him.
“Pooch told me about you saving his life,” she says during a commercial break.
“Huh,” Jensen says. He’s saved Pooch’s life any number of times in the past, but Jolene seems like she’s talking about a particular incident.
She smiles at his confusion. “When he was shot, you carried him.”
Jensen nods. Yeah, he remembers that Max lackey pumping two bullets into Pooch’s thighs, Pooch hitting his knees, face screwed up in pain. He shrugs. “You know he’d do the same for me.”
Jolene laughs, bright and happy and completely at odds with the slow once over she gives Jensen. “I don’t know; you’re a big boy, Jensen, but I’m sure he would have tried.”
He blinks. Prickly heat sweeps over his skin and he shifts his weight, spreads his legs a little. A woman’s cursing on the tv in the background. Jensen licks his lips. “I think I should get going.”
Jolene talks over him. “You’ve always been Pooch’s favorite. He talks about you all the time.”
“That’s great,” Jensen says. “I can’t say I’m really surprised, because I’m awesome and it’s hard not to notice my numerous outstanding qualities. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m everyone’s favorite.” Jensen takes a breath and thinks about it. “Except Aisha’s and maybe, Clay’s. Oh, and Cougar can be hard to read sometimes, but Pooch, definitely. I am definitely Pooch’s favorite.”
“You are.” Jolene laughs and reaches out to squeeze Jensen’s bicep. He flexes involuntarily and her laugh dies away. “Jensen,” she says and there’s an intent look in her brown eyes.
The front door opens sending sunlight streaming into the living room and Pooch says, “Jensen, my man,” happily. Jensen sends up a silent thank you to the benevolent voyeur in the sky.
Jolene sits back and leans up to accept Pooch’s kiss when he bends to her. Pooch has Junior strapped to the front of his chest and the baby is wide eyed and content until Jolene coos at him. Then, his face scrunches up and his arms flail before he starts to whimper for his mother.
“Traitor,” Pooch says, hands already working to unbuckle the baby. “What’s up? You two looked pretty intense when I came in.”
“Oh, I was just telling Jensen about how he’s your favorite,” Jolene says. She’s making faces at the baby as if she hadn’t been making Jensen fear for his dick and his life just moments before.
“Jensen is my favorite,” Pooch says. The statement rolls off his tongue, matter of fact and easy; Jensen blushes.
His embarrassment doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Are you blushing?” Pooch asks, delighted. “You are.” He peers at Jensen from the other side of Jolene and Jolene laughs at his antics. “That’s cute, man, real cute. Did you need something or were you just hanging out, flirting with my wife?”
Jensen shrugs awkwardly. “I wanted you to test the new game I’m building.”
Glee lights up Pooch’s face. “Team play?” he asks and Jolene rolls her eyes.
“You know it,” Jensen says.
“If I find a character that resembles me in any way standing on a street corner, I’ll strangle both of you.” Jolene gives Jensen a significant look.
He holds his hands out. “How was I supposed to know you’d end up married?”
Pooch wrinkles his nose at Jensen over her shoulder. “I didn’t know anything about that until the game was finished.”
Sometimes, Jensen forgets the number of blatant lies Pooch will tell to avoid Jolene’s wrath. He widens his eyes and says, “Sure, sure. Pooch totally didn’t tell me about the mole on your inner thigh in the pursuit of realism.” He grins when Jolene gasps and swings around to glare at Pooch.
“I didn’t,” Pooch says, “lucky guess, that was a lucky guess, honey.”
Jensen makes a face at Junior while Jolene fusses at Pooch and he smiles at Jensen, the wet, open mouth smile that’s so cute on babies and creepy on dentureless grandmothers trying to grab his ass.
“He’s trying to distract you,” Pooch insists and Jolene turns back to Jensen.
Jensen freezes under her gaze. “What?”
Pooch nods knowingly and edges out of Jolene’s strike zone. Bastard.
“Distract you from what?” Jensen quirks an eyebrow at her, innocence shining out of every pore.
Pooch nudges her with his shoe. “You were going to invite Jensen to dinner Wednesday.”
“Oh,” Jolene says, “oh,” drawing it out the second time.
She sounds entirely too surprised and excited about a simple dinner invitation.
“Really?” She asks Pooch and he nods and says, “Really.”
Jensen is at a loss. He likes food and company as much as the next person, but this is ridiculous. “Are you going to actually invite me to dinner or keep talking about inviting me to dinner in front of me?”
Pooch snorts and Jolene tucks the baby closer against her side. “Would you like to come to dinner Wednesday?”
“I’d be delighted,” Jensen says and Jolene beams at him.
She stands up taking Junior with her. “Great. I’m going to find a babysitter.”
“Babysitter,” Jensen repeats. “I don’t mind the baby.
Pooch says, “It’s been a long time since we’ve had an adults only evening.”
Jensen frowns. “And you’re inviting me?”
“Adorable,” Pooch says, “Completely adorable,” and rubs Jensen’s head before getting up to follow Jolene to the back of the house.
“I’ll see myself out, then,” Jensen shouts and Jolene yells back, “We’ll see you Wednesday at seven.”
Pooch adds, “Bring the new game.”
“Okay, then,” Jensen says to himself and makes sure to lock the door as he leaves.
He tries to describe the weirdness of the entire visit to Cougar later, but Cougar doesn’t seem to want to listen until Jensen gets to the part about dinner being adults only. Then, Cougar looks up and focuses on Jensen’s face.
“See,” Jensen says with satisfaction. “I told you it was weird.”
Cougar grunts and leaves the room abruptly, but Jensen’s not too worried; Cougar’s been doing that a lot lately like whenever Jensen does sit ups or spills coke on his t-shirt.
They’re all a little crazy and Jensen’s not one to judge.
He spends the time until Wednesday altering any characters that might resemble Jolene in a completely superficial manner and he does the same to the ones who look like Aisha just to be extra careful. Being shot by Aisha hurt more than enough the first time; Jensen doesn’t need a repeat performance.
The handful of flowers Jensen presents to Jolene with a flourish at the door gets him a delighted smile from Jolene and eye roll from Pooch. “Nothing for me?” Pooch asks and Jensen shoves a bottle of wine at him.
“Nice,” Pooch says and takes it from him. He’s wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt that hugs his chest. Not that Jensen notices or anything.
Jolene steps in close to plant a kiss on Jensen’s cheek and her breasts brush against his chest briefly before she steps back to let him in the door. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
At the table, Jensen ends up drinking most of the wine, because Jolene’s still breastfeeding and Pooch spends most of the time looking back and forth between them with a gleeful expression.
The plates rattle when Jolene kicks Pooch beneath the table and he jumps, caught off guard. “Stop it,” she says and Pooch gives her a wounded look.
“I’m not doing anything,” Pooch says, but Jolene looks unimpressed and Jensen is sure he looks mystified, because he is.
“Um,” He says and puts his fork down reluctantly, because whatever else is going on here, the food is fucking delicious. “Am I missing something?”
Pooch frowns at Jolene. “See, you made him uncomfortable.”
Jolene pushes back from the table and points a finger at Pooch. “Keep it up and you’re not going to get any dessert.”
“Dessert?” Jensen perks up.
No one answers him, but the dishes disappear in short order when Pooch stands up to help Jolene clear the table. Jensen watches and feels like a horrible guest, but he knows trying to help would only interrupt their flow.
Jensen startles a bit when Jolene wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind and tucks her forehead against his neck. He shoots Pooch a wary look and Pooch smiles at him without comment.
“Thanks for coming,” Jolene says and Jensen can feel her lips moving against his skin, soft and warm.
He flushes. “Umm,” he says, “thanks for inviting me.” Jolene has hugged him a thousand times before, but this embrace feels decidedly different.
Jolene nods against his shoulder and obviously mistakes Jensen’s politeness for an invitation to run her hands down his chest. He jerks, head tilting back, as she rubs over his nipples curiously.
“Sensitive,” Pooch says as Jensen grabs Jolene’s wrists and pulls her hands away from his chest. Her wrists are tiny in Jensen’s hands.
“I don’t think,” he says and Jolene bites the rim of his ear. “You don’t have to think,” she says, “Pooch is standing right over there. Ask him.”
Jensen looks at Pooch; Pooch looks at Jensen and Jensen says, “Well, okay, then.”
“Bedroom,” Pooch says and Jolene steps back to give Jensen space to stand.
He’s been in their bedroom a dozen times before, waiting on Pooch, changing Junior or borrowing clothes, but now the space feels brand new. The bed dominates the room and Jensen’s never seen that sheet set before. They bought new linens for this, new sheets to fuck him on.
The enormity of the situation hits Jensen, but he trusts Pooch with his life. Jolene steps close to him again and smiles up at him before pulling him down into a kiss. And, apparently, Pooch trusts him with his.
Kissing Jolene isn’t just different, it’s bordering on terrifying, because Jensen had lumped any idle thoughts of Jolene into the “death imminent” category a long time ago and it’s hard to change his thought process.
Change becomes easier when Jolene pinches the tender skin just above his hip and nips his bottom lip. “Concentrate, Jensen,” she says and he slides his hands down to cup her hips.
“Yeah,” Pooch says, “like that,” and the heat of his body is suddenly plastered to Jensen’s back.
Pooch rubs his hands down Jensen’s forearms until his hands are moving over Jensen’s to grip the soft curves of his wife’s ass and use his hold to pull her tighter against Jensen.
Jensen inhales sharply as Jolene grinds against his cock. “Oh, sweetie,” she says and shoves her hands beneath his t-shirt, pushing it up to his shoulders, but she’s too short in her bare feet to wrestle it over his head. Pooch laughs at her and finishes the job.
She directs a mock glare at Pooch that quickly melts into appreciation as she takes in Jensen’s bared chest. She presses an open mouthed kiss to the center of his chest and Jensen shivers.
Jensen reaches back, tangles a hand in Pooch’s shirt and pulls. He gets a low laugh and Pooch nosing along the curve of his shoulder.
He lets his head roll to the side to give Pooch more room to work. “Are you going to fuck me?” he asks by which he means, “Please, fuck me.”
“Absolutely,” Pooch says and his hands are tangling with Jolene’s to open Jensen’s jeans, push them down along with his underwear. “Step out of your shoes.”
By the time Jensen’s feet are bare and his jeans are kicked to the side, Jolene’s naked in front of him. He reaches out to touch, but she takes a step back and turns to climb on the bed.
Her ass is ridiculous. Jensen follows automatically and Pooch mutters, “Now, you know how I feel.”
Jolene’s thighs press soft and giving against the outside of his shoulders, but Jensen can readily feel the strength of her muscles when he leans down to put his mouth on her and her legs clench around him.
Slick, already so wet for him. It makes Jensen wonder if she was soaking her panties during dinner watching him eat the meal she made. Noise rumbles low in his throat, he’s helpless against the thought, and Jolene gasps, lifts for his mouth.
A million ridiculous thoughts run through Jensen’s head in a day and sometimes, he’s even aware of the fact they’re ridiculous, but as he curls his tongue around Jolene’s clit and listens to the breathy little sounds she’s making, he wants to let some of them escape his mouth. He wants to pet her inner thighs and press kisses to where she’s most sensitive and promise to make every thing better. Promise to make sure Pooch comes home to her by boat, ship, plane or car. Maybe his thoughts aren’t so ridiculous after all.
The touch of Pooch’s naked skin along his side is startling, because Jensen’s been lost in Jolene. He missed Pooch shedding his clothes. He’s seen Pooch naked plenty of times before but never for him. Jensen turns his head to peek over Jolene’s knee at him.
Pooch grins back at him, reaches out to run a finger over Jensen’s wet mouth. His finger slides slickly over Jensen’s bottom lip and Jensen watches as Pooch licks the shine away from his fingertip.
“Fuck,” he says and Jolene makes an unhappy sound and tugs on his hair.
“Is he ignoring you?” Pooch asks her. He puts his hand on the back of Jensen’s head and urges him back down. “We can’t have that, can we?”
Jensen doesn’t play around this time. He focuses on her reactions the same way he focuses on cracking code. When Jolene’s hips jerk and her fingers tighten in his hair, he gives her more, backs off when she flinches and gasps, too tender for direct contact.
Steady, filthy encouragement streams from Pooch’s mouth. His word’s settle, heavy, low in Jensen’s stomach and make his dick ache. He rubs against the bed, a little, desperate for something and Pooch laughs at him again.
It’s a good thing Jensen’s use to Pooch laughing at him or he’d be mighty insulted right about now. As it is, he’s only horribly turned on.
“Oh,” Jolene moans and Jensen can feel her peak against his mouth; he quickly pushes his tongue inside to experience it better.
Pooch says, “Good boy,” and runs his hand down Jensen’s back. Jensen follows his touch greedily, shivering and hungry for it.
He’s pushed and pulled until Pooch is looming over him, wrapping a hand around Jensen’s cock and swallowing the desperate sounds from his mouth. Pooch’s hands are sure, strong as he jacks Jensen.
Jensen’s abs are burning from the way his hips are working up into Pooch’s hand. Jolene places a hand low on his stomach like she can feel the strain and Jensen reaches for her, half blind with the need to come.
“Please,” he manages to get out between gasps and Pooch talks back to him, words Jensen has difficulty understanding over the roaring in his ears. Pooch twists his hand sharply and they both make approving noises at Jensen as his back locks up and come spills onto his stomach, the back of Pooch’s hand.
“He’s so pretty,” Jolene tells Pooch before bending down to whisper the words against Jensen’s open mouth. Jensen makes a half hearted attempt to kiss her back between trying to get oxygen into his burning lungs.
The squeak of the bedsprings brings Jensen’s attention back to the fact Pooch hasn’t gotten off yet. He makes a protesting noise at the sight of Pooch jerking himself off and makes grabby hands at him, trying to get Pooch to climb up the bed to him, because his muscles are still in the liquefied stage of post orgasmic bliss.
Pooch doesn’t laugh at him this time, just knee crawls within range of Jensen’s mouth and stares down at him through heavy eyelids as Jensen lips clumsily at the head of his cock. The sound Pooch makes when he comes sounds disturbingly similar to the grunts of pain he made when Jensen had jostled his wounds carrying him. It makes Jensen’s chest ache and he pulls Pooch down against him, smearing come, sweat and spit between them.
When Pooch stops kissing him to kiss Jolene, Jensen takes a moment to look at both of them and appreciate his good fortune, fleeting though it may be. Pooch settles warm against his back and Jolene curls up against his chest and he’s thinking about falling asleep when a thought hits him.
“Hey, guys,” Jensen says, slurring slightly, “if I happened to make a totally innocent comment about being the creamy filling between two particularly delicious cookies, would you make me sleep on the couch?”
“Absolutely,” Pooch says and Jensen can feel Jolene shaking with laughter against him.
The corners of Jensen’s mouth tip up drunkenly; he’s pretty damn happy at the moment. “I guess I’ll keep it to myself then.”