sketch over my heart/ ending and epilog
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They pull up in front of Jared’s building and Jensen gives it a quick once-over. Plain, old worn brick, dirty around the edges, but not too bad. “So this is the place,” he says, remembering his first apartment and how it was above a dingy liquor store in the red light district.
“For now,” Jared says, getting out of the car.
Jared opens the double doors with his key and waits until Jensen enters before he goes in behind him. “Not so bad,” Jensen remarks, glancing around. Hallway doesn’t smell like pee or booze, a good start, he thinks.
“Up here,” Jared says, bounding up the stairwell to the third floor. He opens the door to the apartment and takes a deep breath. “Here we are, home sweet home.” He throws the keys on the table just inside of the door and gestures Jensen inside.
“You weren’t kidding when you said shoebox,” Jensen says, looking around. He walks into the living room, just four steps inside of the door and through the kitchen - and he uses that term loosely. He looks over in the corner and sees a drafting desk, a computer desk, and tons of art supplies strewn across the work station. There are pieces of art pinned to the wall and lying on the drafting desk, along with a big all-in-one printer stashed under a pile of papers.
“Yeah, well…” Jared goes over to the drafting desk and clears it off, then spills the supplies and art from his bag onto it. “Grab the computer chair and let’s get going.”
Jensen pulls up the chair and slides in next to Jared, who has pulled out a clean piece of paper and is already sketching. Jensen watches as Jared forms the shape and features of Camdon, on his knees, arms bent and hands holding something not yet there. The image starts to appear, James standing tall, hands threaded through Camdon’s short spikes of hair as he holds Camdon’s head to his crotch. Jensen smiles; Camdon has his mouth sealed around James’s hard dick.
“Pretty big cock there, don’t you think it’s a bit unrealistic?” Jensen jokes.
“Not really.” Jared turns and smirks at him. “Personal experience.” He winks, then goes back to drawing.
“Yeah…” Jensen clears his throat and swallows hard. He wants to ask: yours, or…? But he doesn’t; he just keeps watching as Jared’s ink-stained fingers gracefully master the page with the image.
Once the picture is complete, it’s a flawless image of Camdon giving James a blowjob. Jensen is floored at how skillfully and perfectly Jared’s hands created something so arousing.
“Done,” Jared says, pushing the paper off to the side and pulling a new one to the center. “Should I take that farther? I mean, I’ve drawn them full-on screwing…” He reaches into a box under his desk and pulls out yet another sketchbook, this one full of pages of the characters in various sexual positions, each more arousing than the last.
“My god, Jared, you really…” Jensen clears his throat as he flips through the pages. “I mean, jeez, I don’t - I’ve never-” he stammers.
“Thought of Camdon fucking anyone before?”
“Well, I was going to say, saw such prolific pornography before.” Jensen stares down at the images, more than a bit turned on.
“Anime,” Jared proclaims, grinning. “I love anime, and manga too.”
“Oh, like… monsters having sex with little Japanese girls?” Jensen can’t make the connection.
“No, more pretty graphic sexual positions and guy-on-guy action and stuff. Anime and manga are a teenage gay boy’s best friends,” Jared laughs. “Got me through some rough years. Well, that and Apocalypse Live, that is.”
“Funny, when I was a teenage boy, we had our hands and well, our imaginations,” Jensen smiles.
“Oh, I had my hand and my imagination, it was just centered around my boy-crush Camdon doing things to me that, well, no fifteen-year-old should have done to them.” Jared smiles slyly and gives Jensen another wink.
“Ahh.” Now Jensen can’t get the image of Jared beating off to his artfully-drawn pictures of a shirtless Camdon. His dick is paying too much attention and he’s having trouble focusing. “Well, I… um… am glad that you found my art so enjoyable.” He puts the book on his lap to try to hide his growing erection.
“Quite enjoyable.” Jared waggles his eyebrows. “But I think I like your company even better.” He blushes a little.
Jensen takes a deep breath, coming to a swift decision. “You know, Jared, I’ve been thinking. Over this last week, with everything that we’ve accomplished and that you’ve brought to the table with this whole Camdon-James relationship… Well, I’d love for you to come work with me. Officially.” He puts his hand on Jared’s knee.
“I-” Jared takes an audible breath. “Is this for real? I - I mean, you’re not just asking this because you think I’ll sleep with you, and then in a few weeks when class is over, you and the offer will disappear?”
“Of course not.” Jensen shakes his head and squeezes Jared’s leg. “Jared, I’ve loved your art since before I met you.” He pulls his chair up close until his knees are touching Jared’s. “I’ve talked to you online and bought several pieces of your art, and not because you’re attractive, because you’re crazy talented and fucking amazing. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am so attracted to you that I have a boner right now-” he pulls the book away to reveal the bulge, “-but, when I ask you to work with me, I am thinking with this head,” he points to his own head, “and not this one.” He points to his crotch. “I want you to bring all the great things like…” he holds up the sketchbook, “this, to the future of Apocalypse Live.”
“I don’t - I mean, I will - I mean, yes!” Jared leans forward and throws his arms around Jensen. “This has been my dream, my boyhood dream,” he gushes as tears come to his eyes.
“Great, wonderful.” Jensen holds Jared even tighter. “Now, just one thing, we need to get your skills with Photoshop in order. We use it for all of the major coloring and inking for the comic, and so forth.”
“Not a problem, I’m proficient,” Jared says, running his hand over Jensen’s chest as they part.
“But you said you don’t use it?” Jensen’s puzzled.
“No, I said I love to draw old-school. You just assumed I didn’t use it.”
“But, I thought you didn’t have it?”
“Yeah, about that…” Jared laughs, flushing a little. “All just to get close to you and, well, maybe get more kissing.” He winks flirtatiously.
Jensen stares a minute, then snorts and pulls Jared close again. “Sneaky.”
“Well, a boy’s gotta do…” Jared kisses Jensen on the mouth. This time he takes control, shoving Jensen back into the chair as he hovers over him. His hand goes down to find the lever to the chair, causing the back to recline suddenly.
“Shit,” Jensen gasps through the kiss as he feels the chair fall backwards. A moment later, his empty lap is filled with Jared, and Jensen clutches at him, pulling him in even closer.
“Oh, god, I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve crushed on the idea of you, your art, your essays and blog musings, everything about you.” Jared’s hands roam all over Jensen’s chest, lifting the hem of his shirt and finding the hot, hard belly underneath. “Wondering what you were really like, wishing I could meet you, wanting you, and getting off to the idea of you.”
“Yeah?” Jensen pulls Jared’s shirt away from his body, replacing it with his hands as they dip down under the waistband of Jared’s jeans and boxer-briefs.
“Yeah,” Jared breathes back, peppering Jensen’s neck with nips and kisses. “If I’d known I was spilling secrets to you all this time, I would have died a happy fanboy death.”
“Oh god, you feel so good, it’s been ages since anyone has touched me like this,” Jensen groans, his fingers stroking the cleft of Jared’s ass. “I was desperate to know you, Jared. I wanted to know this boy, this man, who could make me feel things with his art.” Jensen pushes up into Jared’s body. “Is this - are you ready now?”
“Of course I’m ready,” Jared says into the hot flesh of Jensen’s chest. “I started it, didn’t I?” He pulls back, his eyes meeting Jensen’s. He drags in a breath and touches Jensen’s cheek. “God, you are so beautiful. When I saw you for the first time, I got hard, got hard for you, for your genius, and for how fucking hot you were.” Jared laughs. “My friends said you were probably old like Stan Lee, but I knew anyone who could give such life to a character like Camdon, well, he had to be full of life himself.” He rucks Jensen’s shirt up and lowers himself down to lick and suck on Jensen’s hard nipples, slipping the nubs between his lips then nipping them.
“Oh…” Jensen hisses and arches into the feel of Jared’s mouth on him. “When I found out it was your art, that you were Camdon_fanboy, the one I’d been talking to, I couldn’t wait to meet you, to talk to you for real.” Jensen’s breathless; Jared’s mouth is sucking all over his chest and belly now, marking him up with red bites. He threads his fingers through Jared’s hair, the same hair that was the first thing he’d noticed about him, and thinks about how good it is, how soft. “But Jared, you are so much better than I ever could have imagined. And trust me, I imagined a lot.”
“Stop talking now.” Jared straddles Jensen’s lap and gets on his knees fully, the chair creaking but holding up underneath them. He opens his jeans and pulls out his hard cock. “I’m James and you’re Camdon,” he declares, stroking his long hard dick.
Jensen’s eyes get wide at the size and length of it. He licks his lips at the small bead of precum on the tip. Personal experience: his question is answered, and now he has personal knowledge as well. Jensen takes it in his hand and gives it a long gentle caress, squeezing the head a little and causing the precum to drip off and onto his thumb. He smears it around, over the slit, and then down to the underside in a smooth spiral.
Jared is going crazy. “Jesus, you know how to use that hand.” He clutches Jensen’s neck, tugging his head forward as if begging him to just put his mouth on it. “Show me how much you’ve wanted me,” he commands, tone low and seductive.
“More than you can ever know.” Jensen leans in and licks over the head, swirls his tongue inside of the slit and laps out the new beads of precum before they can fully form. “You taste so good,” he hums against the soft spongy head, his lips mouthing over the tip. Jared bucks and gasps, his body shaking, thighs tensing as he gulps in air.
“I want to come right now,” he moans, his hands fisting the spikes of hair on Jensen’s head. He rotates his hips and pulls back. “But not yet, I want to enjoy this, not come early like a virgin. Which I am not.” He grins.
Jensen moves a hand back and squeezes Jared’s tight ass. “With the art you draw, you’re most definitely not a virgin.” He pulls off of Jared’s cock and looks up into Jared’s eyes, his own cock hard and aching.
Jared squats down onto Jensen’s lap again, swiveling his hips and rubbing over the very apparent hard line in Jensen’s jeans. He unbuttons them and pulls out Jensen’s hard cock. “Mmm, nice,” Jared says, his eyes lighting up at the impressive girth. He strokes over it, feeling it jerk with his touches.
Jensen moans and arches his back. “Mmmm, yeah, like that,” he says, his whole body trembling, reacting to the way Jared is jerking him off.
“You like that, do you?” Jared purrs, coy. “Let’s see how you like this.” He lines their cocks up and wraps both hands tight around them. “Gonna get us both off together,” he smiles as his hands start to move up and down.
Jensen grunts, arches his hips, and cries out. “Fuck, yeah,” he moans, his hands instinctively cupping Jared’s asscheeks, helping to lift him as Jared bobs up and down while stroking them.
“Ohh yeah.” Jared flexes his ass muscles in Jensen’s palms. “Squeeze my ass,” he demands as he strokes with faster, more rough movements.
“God, Jared.” Jensen feels like he’s going out of his mind. He stares at Jared’s face, the pleased impish smirk he’s making, those dimples. Add in the feeling of Jared’s hands and dick grinding on him, and he doesn’t understand why he hasn’t come yet from sheer pleasure overload. But he doesn’t want this to ever end either, he thinks dizzily as he thrusts his hips forward, moving one hand up to close around Jared’s as his other continues to hold fast to Jared’s ass.
“That’s it, yeah baby.” Jared throws his head back. His thumb slips over the heads of the cocks, smearing precum from one slit to the other. He starts to jackhammer his hips into their shared grip, his cock frotting against Jensen’s, veins rubbing together, heads bumping and sliding over each other.
“Oh fuck,” Jensen moans out loud. His heart is beating like a rabbit’s; he can barely catch his breath as Jared changes the game and sends shockwaves through him. His balls are tight, his thighs like stone as he tries so hard not to come yet, but he can’t hold back.
“Gonna come,” he manage in a guttural slur just as his cock explodes with thick white spurts into Jared’s hand and onto both of their bellies.
Jared never stops stroking, using the come as lube as he slithers over Jensen’s dick while it spasms uncontrollably. “Yeah, that’s it,” he encourages, leaning forward and claiming Jensen’s mouth, plundering it with his tongue as he strokes them, the wet mess slipping between them. He jerks his hips into the now-looser grip and bites Jensen’s lower lip as he comes like a fountain onto his belly. “So, fucking good,” he whispers, the sound almost unintelligible as he buries his face into Jensen’s neck, his hand still working over Jensen’s softening dick and his own spent one.
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A few minutes later they’re still heaving, but satiated. Jared’s fallen on top of Jensen, his head on Jensen’s shoulder, his hand still holding their dicks together. Jensen kisses the top of his head, then snakes his hand down between them to untangle Jared’s hands. They’re wet and sticky, covered in a cummy mess from both of them.
“Your fingers are so beautiful,” Jensen says as he studies the glistening mess overlaying the dark black ink stains on Jared’s fingertips. “So talented and amazing.” He runs a finger over the tip of Jared’s index finger, the mess slick as it strings across his own fingers. “I want to devour you.” He slips his tongue over the web and up the side of Jared’s index finger, snaking it around the pad, caressing the tip before diving down into the web on the other side.
Jared starts to shake. “Oh my god.” His voice quakes as pleasure shoots through him.
“Shhh,” Jensen says, his mouth ghosting over Jared’s middle finger before sucking it into his mouth, cleaning it off and humming while he does. “Mmmmm.” He closes his eyes and takes in the musky scent as he tastes the two of them, melded together. His tongue twists around the digit, sliding over it, as he enjoys the desperate sounds that Jared is making.
“Yes, oh god, yes, please.” Jared writhes, his cock struggling to get hard again as it oozes out several small bursts of un-ejaculated come. His whole body trembles as Jensen moves down to his last finger, then sucks his jizz-covered thumb into his mouth. “Holy fuck,” Jared cries out, arching. Jensen hums, watching Jared squirm as his cock aches to be hard again, his balls begging for more release that isn’t there yet.
“Mmmhmm,” Jensen sighs once he’s finished and has wrecked Jared completely. He leans in and claims Jared’s mouth with his own cum- and spit-covered lips. Jared is compliant and limp; he kisses back tenderly, letting Jensen completely control his mouth.
“Yes,” Jared whispers as he puts all of his weight on Jensen’s body and nestles in. They’re still on the chair, the seat tilted all the way back, and by the grace of god, it still hasn’t tipped over.
Jensen strokes Jared’s hair. “After class is over, you’re coming to California with me, right?” he asks, then kisses the crown of Jared’s head.
“I can’t work from here?” Jared asks sleepily.
“Well, yes… But don’t you want to come with me, work with me… live with me?” For the first time since they’d started this, Jensen feels nervous.
”I hadn’t thought about it,” Jared sighs.
“I guess - I guess it’s doable either way. You can stay here, work remotely, if you’d prefer.” Jensen’s voice sounds defeated.
“Oh no, I - I’d love to go with you.” Jared tilts his head and looks up into Jensen’s face, smiling broadly. “In fact, I’d love to do lots more things with you,” he continues, winking one eye flirtatiously.
Jensen smiles back, the tension in his chest releasing. “Oh, Jared, I don’t think that will be an issue at all.”
They both laugh.
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After the class ends, Jared packs up his tiny life and moves to California with Jensen to officially begin work as an illustrator for Apocalypse Live. He stays in a cheap motel at first, but it doesn’t take long before they move in together, sharing their lives as well as work, and before they know it, an entire year has passed. It’s been a year packed full: lots of artwork, lots of laughs, lots of love, and much anticipation to the release of Apocalypse Live’s first real sex scene between Camdon and James, which happens in this month’s issue of the comic.
Jensen is so nervous. He’s been pacing the floor for what feels like forever, waiting to hear the response of the new dynamic. Sure, it’s been six months since they introduced the character of James and flirted with the romance starting between him and Camdon, but this is the proof, the truth, the actual sex scene that Jared drew and the storyline they put together for it.
Jared comes out of the office and Jensen looks at him expectantly. “Well…?” Jensen asks, his heart in his throat.
“It’s mixed reviews,” Jared says with an even expression.
“Oh. Oh great.” Jensen slumps down in the recliner behind him, ready to second-guess his decision that this was a good idea. His publishers had warned him this might happen, even as they gave their approval. “What are they saying?”
“Well…” Jared sighs heavily. “Some of them want to know why it took you so long to make Camdon gay. And the others are saying how awesome it is that you finally made him and James fuck. Like I said, mixed.” Jared starts to laugh.
“What!?” Jensen jumps up again with a stunned look on his face.
“They love it, babe!” Jared grins and kisses him. “They think it’s brilliant.”
“You are brilliant,” Jensen declares, and kisses Jared back.
A few minutes later, Jared hands Jensen a beer from the mini-fridge in the art room. “To many more years of AL!” He clinks his bottle against Jensen’s.
“To many more years of us,” Jensen corrects, and pulls Jared in to kiss him more passionately than before.
The End
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They pull up in front of Jared’s building and Jensen gives it a quick once-over. Plain, old worn brick, dirty around the edges, but not too bad. “So this is the place,” he says, remembering his first apartment and how it was above a dingy liquor store in the red light district.
“For now,” Jared says, getting out of the car.
Jared opens the double doors with his key and waits until Jensen enters before he goes in behind him. “Not so bad,” Jensen remarks, glancing around. Hallway doesn’t smell like pee or booze, a good start, he thinks.
“Up here,” Jared says, bounding up the stairwell to the third floor. He opens the door to the apartment and takes a deep breath. “Here we are, home sweet home.” He throws the keys on the table just inside of the door and gestures Jensen inside.
“You weren’t kidding when you said shoebox,” Jensen says, looking around. He walks into the living room, just four steps inside of the door and through the kitchen - and he uses that term loosely. He looks over in the corner and sees a drafting desk, a computer desk, and tons of art supplies strewn across the work station. There are pieces of art pinned to the wall and lying on the drafting desk, along with a big all-in-one printer stashed under a pile of papers.
“Yeah, well…” Jared goes over to the drafting desk and clears it off, then spills the supplies and art from his bag onto it. “Grab the computer chair and let’s get going.”
Jensen pulls up the chair and slides in next to Jared, who has pulled out a clean piece of paper and is already sketching. Jensen watches as Jared forms the shape and features of Camdon, on his knees, arms bent and hands holding something not yet there. The image starts to appear, James standing tall, hands threaded through Camdon’s short spikes of hair as he holds Camdon’s head to his crotch. Jensen smiles; Camdon has his mouth sealed around James’s hard dick.
“Pretty big cock there, don’t you think it’s a bit unrealistic?” Jensen jokes.
“Not really.” Jared turns and smirks at him. “Personal experience.” He winks, then goes back to drawing.
“Yeah…” Jensen clears his throat and swallows hard. He wants to ask: yours, or…? But he doesn’t; he just keeps watching as Jared’s ink-stained fingers gracefully master the page with the image.
Once the picture is complete, it’s a flawless image of Camdon giving James a blowjob. Jensen is floored at how skillfully and perfectly Jared’s hands created something so arousing.
“Done,” Jared says, pushing the paper off to the side and pulling a new one to the center. “Should I take that farther? I mean, I’ve drawn them full-on screwing…” He reaches into a box under his desk and pulls out yet another sketchbook, this one full of pages of the characters in various sexual positions, each more arousing than the last.
“My god, Jared, you really…” Jensen clears his throat as he flips through the pages. “I mean, jeez, I don’t - I’ve never-” he stammers.
“Thought of Camdon fucking anyone before?”
“Well, I was going to say, saw such prolific pornography before.” Jensen stares down at the images, more than a bit turned on.
“Anime,” Jared proclaims, grinning. “I love anime, and manga too.”
“Oh, like… monsters having sex with little Japanese girls?” Jensen can’t make the connection.
“No, more pretty graphic sexual positions and guy-on-guy action and stuff. Anime and manga are a teenage gay boy’s best friends,” Jared laughs. “Got me through some rough years. Well, that and Apocalypse Live, that is.”
“Funny, when I was a teenage boy, we had our hands and well, our imaginations,” Jensen smiles.
“Oh, I had my hand and my imagination, it was just centered around my boy-crush Camdon doing things to me that, well, no fifteen-year-old should have done to them.” Jared smiles slyly and gives Jensen another wink.
“Ahh.” Now Jensen can’t get the image of Jared beating off to his artfully-drawn pictures of a shirtless Camdon. His dick is paying too much attention and he’s having trouble focusing. “Well, I… um… am glad that you found my art so enjoyable.” He puts the book on his lap to try to hide his growing erection.
“Quite enjoyable.” Jared waggles his eyebrows. “But I think I like your company even better.” He blushes a little.
Jensen takes a deep breath, coming to a swift decision. “You know, Jared, I’ve been thinking. Over this last week, with everything that we’ve accomplished and that you’ve brought to the table with this whole Camdon-James relationship… Well, I’d love for you to come work with me. Officially.” He puts his hand on Jared’s knee.
“I-” Jared takes an audible breath. “Is this for real? I - I mean, you’re not just asking this because you think I’ll sleep with you, and then in a few weeks when class is over, you and the offer will disappear?”
“Of course not.” Jensen shakes his head and squeezes Jared’s leg. “Jared, I’ve loved your art since before I met you.” He pulls his chair up close until his knees are touching Jared’s. “I’ve talked to you online and bought several pieces of your art, and not because you’re attractive, because you’re crazy talented and fucking amazing. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am so attracted to you that I have a boner right now-” he pulls the book away to reveal the bulge, “-but, when I ask you to work with me, I am thinking with this head,” he points to his own head, “and not this one.” He points to his crotch. “I want you to bring all the great things like…” he holds up the sketchbook, “this, to the future of Apocalypse Live.”
“I don’t - I mean, I will - I mean, yes!” Jared leans forward and throws his arms around Jensen. “This has been my dream, my boyhood dream,” he gushes as tears come to his eyes.
“Great, wonderful.” Jensen holds Jared even tighter. “Now, just one thing, we need to get your skills with Photoshop in order. We use it for all of the major coloring and inking for the comic, and so forth.”
“Not a problem, I’m proficient,” Jared says, running his hand over Jensen’s chest as they part.
“But you said you don’t use it?” Jensen’s puzzled.
“No, I said I love to draw old-school. You just assumed I didn’t use it.”
“But, I thought you didn’t have it?”
“Yeah, about that…” Jared laughs, flushing a little. “All just to get close to you and, well, maybe get more kissing.” He winks flirtatiously.
Jensen stares a minute, then snorts and pulls Jared close again. “Sneaky.”
“Well, a boy’s gotta do…” Jared kisses Jensen on the mouth. This time he takes control, shoving Jensen back into the chair as he hovers over him. His hand goes down to find the lever to the chair, causing the back to recline suddenly.
“Shit,” Jensen gasps through the kiss as he feels the chair fall backwards. A moment later, his empty lap is filled with Jared, and Jensen clutches at him, pulling him in even closer.
“Oh, god, I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve crushed on the idea of you, your art, your essays and blog musings, everything about you.” Jared’s hands roam all over Jensen’s chest, lifting the hem of his shirt and finding the hot, hard belly underneath. “Wondering what you were really like, wishing I could meet you, wanting you, and getting off to the idea of you.”
“Yeah?” Jensen pulls Jared’s shirt away from his body, replacing it with his hands as they dip down under the waistband of Jared’s jeans and boxer-briefs.
“Yeah,” Jared breathes back, peppering Jensen’s neck with nips and kisses. “If I’d known I was spilling secrets to you all this time, I would have died a happy fanboy death.”
“Oh god, you feel so good, it’s been ages since anyone has touched me like this,” Jensen groans, his fingers stroking the cleft of Jared’s ass. “I was desperate to know you, Jared. I wanted to know this boy, this man, who could make me feel things with his art.” Jensen pushes up into Jared’s body. “Is this - are you ready now?”
“Of course I’m ready,” Jared says into the hot flesh of Jensen’s chest. “I started it, didn’t I?” He pulls back, his eyes meeting Jensen’s. He drags in a breath and touches Jensen’s cheek. “God, you are so beautiful. When I saw you for the first time, I got hard, got hard for you, for your genius, and for how fucking hot you were.” Jared laughs. “My friends said you were probably old like Stan Lee, but I knew anyone who could give such life to a character like Camdon, well, he had to be full of life himself.” He rucks Jensen’s shirt up and lowers himself down to lick and suck on Jensen’s hard nipples, slipping the nubs between his lips then nipping them.
“Oh…” Jensen hisses and arches into the feel of Jared’s mouth on him. “When I found out it was your art, that you were Camdon_fanboy, the one I’d been talking to, I couldn’t wait to meet you, to talk to you for real.” Jensen’s breathless; Jared’s mouth is sucking all over his chest and belly now, marking him up with red bites. He threads his fingers through Jared’s hair, the same hair that was the first thing he’d noticed about him, and thinks about how good it is, how soft. “But Jared, you are so much better than I ever could have imagined. And trust me, I imagined a lot.”
“Stop talking now.” Jared straddles Jensen’s lap and gets on his knees fully, the chair creaking but holding up underneath them. He opens his jeans and pulls out his hard cock. “I’m James and you’re Camdon,” he declares, stroking his long hard dick.
Jensen’s eyes get wide at the size and length of it. He licks his lips at the small bead of precum on the tip. Personal experience: his question is answered, and now he has personal knowledge as well. Jensen takes it in his hand and gives it a long gentle caress, squeezing the head a little and causing the precum to drip off and onto his thumb. He smears it around, over the slit, and then down to the underside in a smooth spiral.
Jared is going crazy. “Jesus, you know how to use that hand.” He clutches Jensen’s neck, tugging his head forward as if begging him to just put his mouth on it. “Show me how much you’ve wanted me,” he commands, tone low and seductive.
“More than you can ever know.” Jensen leans in and licks over the head, swirls his tongue inside of the slit and laps out the new beads of precum before they can fully form. “You taste so good,” he hums against the soft spongy head, his lips mouthing over the tip. Jared bucks and gasps, his body shaking, thighs tensing as he gulps in air.
“I want to come right now,” he moans, his hands fisting the spikes of hair on Jensen’s head. He rotates his hips and pulls back. “But not yet, I want to enjoy this, not come early like a virgin. Which I am not.” He grins.
Jensen moves a hand back and squeezes Jared’s tight ass. “With the art you draw, you’re most definitely not a virgin.” He pulls off of Jared’s cock and looks up into Jared’s eyes, his own cock hard and aching.
Jared squats down onto Jensen’s lap again, swiveling his hips and rubbing over the very apparent hard line in Jensen’s jeans. He unbuttons them and pulls out Jensen’s hard cock. “Mmm, nice,” Jared says, his eyes lighting up at the impressive girth. He strokes over it, feeling it jerk with his touches.
Jensen moans and arches his back. “Mmmm, yeah, like that,” he says, his whole body trembling, reacting to the way Jared is jerking him off.
“You like that, do you?” Jared purrs, coy. “Let’s see how you like this.” He lines their cocks up and wraps both hands tight around them. “Gonna get us both off together,” he smiles as his hands start to move up and down.
Jensen grunts, arches his hips, and cries out. “Fuck, yeah,” he moans, his hands instinctively cupping Jared’s asscheeks, helping to lift him as Jared bobs up and down while stroking them.
“Ohh yeah.” Jared flexes his ass muscles in Jensen’s palms. “Squeeze my ass,” he demands as he strokes with faster, more rough movements.
“God, Jared.” Jensen feels like he’s going out of his mind. He stares at Jared’s face, the pleased impish smirk he’s making, those dimples. Add in the feeling of Jared’s hands and dick grinding on him, and he doesn’t understand why he hasn’t come yet from sheer pleasure overload. But he doesn’t want this to ever end either, he thinks dizzily as he thrusts his hips forward, moving one hand up to close around Jared’s as his other continues to hold fast to Jared’s ass.
“That’s it, yeah baby.” Jared throws his head back. His thumb slips over the heads of the cocks, smearing precum from one slit to the other. He starts to jackhammer his hips into their shared grip, his cock frotting against Jensen’s, veins rubbing together, heads bumping and sliding over each other.
“Oh fuck,” Jensen moans out loud. His heart is beating like a rabbit’s; he can barely catch his breath as Jared changes the game and sends shockwaves through him. His balls are tight, his thighs like stone as he tries so hard not to come yet, but he can’t hold back.
“Gonna come,” he manage in a guttural slur just as his cock explodes with thick white spurts into Jared’s hand and onto both of their bellies.
Jared never stops stroking, using the come as lube as he slithers over Jensen’s dick while it spasms uncontrollably. “Yeah, that’s it,” he encourages, leaning forward and claiming Jensen’s mouth, plundering it with his tongue as he strokes them, the wet mess slipping between them. He jerks his hips into the now-looser grip and bites Jensen’s lower lip as he comes like a fountain onto his belly. “So, fucking good,” he whispers, the sound almost unintelligible as he buries his face into Jensen’s neck, his hand still working over Jensen’s softening dick and his own spent one.
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A few minutes later they’re still heaving, but satiated. Jared’s fallen on top of Jensen, his head on Jensen’s shoulder, his hand still holding their dicks together. Jensen kisses the top of his head, then snakes his hand down between them to untangle Jared’s hands. They’re wet and sticky, covered in a cummy mess from both of them.
“Your fingers are so beautiful,” Jensen says as he studies the glistening mess overlaying the dark black ink stains on Jared’s fingertips. “So talented and amazing.” He runs a finger over the tip of Jared’s index finger, the mess slick as it strings across his own fingers. “I want to devour you.” He slips his tongue over the web and up the side of Jared’s index finger, snaking it around the pad, caressing the tip before diving down into the web on the other side.
Jared starts to shake. “Oh my god.” His voice quakes as pleasure shoots through him.
“Shhh,” Jensen says, his mouth ghosting over Jared’s middle finger before sucking it into his mouth, cleaning it off and humming while he does. “Mmmmm.” He closes his eyes and takes in the musky scent as he tastes the two of them, melded together. His tongue twists around the digit, sliding over it, as he enjoys the desperate sounds that Jared is making.
“Yes, oh god, yes, please.” Jared writhes, his cock struggling to get hard again as it oozes out several small bursts of un-ejaculated come. His whole body trembles as Jensen moves down to his last finger, then sucks his jizz-covered thumb into his mouth. “Holy fuck,” Jared cries out, arching. Jensen hums, watching Jared squirm as his cock aches to be hard again, his balls begging for more release that isn’t there yet.
“Mmmhmm,” Jensen sighs once he’s finished and has wrecked Jared completely. He leans in and claims Jared’s mouth with his own cum- and spit-covered lips. Jared is compliant and limp; he kisses back tenderly, letting Jensen completely control his mouth.
“Yes,” Jared whispers as he puts all of his weight on Jensen’s body and nestles in. They’re still on the chair, the seat tilted all the way back, and by the grace of god, it still hasn’t tipped over.
Jensen strokes Jared’s hair. “After class is over, you’re coming to California with me, right?” he asks, then kisses the crown of Jared’s head.
“I can’t work from here?” Jared asks sleepily.
“Well, yes… But don’t you want to come with me, work with me… live with me?” For the first time since they’d started this, Jensen feels nervous.
”I hadn’t thought about it,” Jared sighs.
“I guess - I guess it’s doable either way. You can stay here, work remotely, if you’d prefer.” Jensen’s voice sounds defeated.
“Oh no, I - I’d love to go with you.” Jared tilts his head and looks up into Jensen’s face, smiling broadly. “In fact, I’d love to do lots more things with you,” he continues, winking one eye flirtatiously.
Jensen smiles back, the tension in his chest releasing. “Oh, Jared, I don’t think that will be an issue at all.”
They both laugh.
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After the class ends, Jared packs up his tiny life and moves to California with Jensen to officially begin work as an illustrator for Apocalypse Live. He stays in a cheap motel at first, but it doesn’t take long before they move in together, sharing their lives as well as work, and before they know it, an entire year has passed. It’s been a year packed full: lots of artwork, lots of laughs, lots of love, and much anticipation to the release of Apocalypse Live’s first real sex scene between Camdon and James, which happens in this month’s issue of the comic.
Jensen is so nervous. He’s been pacing the floor for what feels like forever, waiting to hear the response of the new dynamic. Sure, it’s been six months since they introduced the character of James and flirted with the romance starting between him and Camdon, but this is the proof, the truth, the actual sex scene that Jared drew and the storyline they put together for it.
Jared comes out of the office and Jensen looks at him expectantly. “Well…?” Jensen asks, his heart in his throat.
“It’s mixed reviews,” Jared says with an even expression.
“Oh. Oh great.” Jensen slumps down in the recliner behind him, ready to second-guess his decision that this was a good idea. His publishers had warned him this might happen, even as they gave their approval. “What are they saying?”
“Well…” Jared sighs heavily. “Some of them want to know why it took you so long to make Camdon gay. And the others are saying how awesome it is that you finally made him and James fuck. Like I said, mixed.” Jared starts to laugh.
“What!?” Jensen jumps up again with a stunned look on his face.
“They love it, babe!” Jared grins and kisses him. “They think it’s brilliant.”
“You are brilliant,” Jensen declares, and kisses Jared back.
A few minutes later, Jared hands Jensen a beer from the mini-fridge in the art room. “To many more years of AL!” He clinks his bottle against Jensen’s.
“To many more years of us,” Jensen corrects, and pulls Jared in to kiss him more passionately than before.
The End