Seven Wishes (or Good Luck, Bitches) - J2 - NC17 - Part Three

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Jensen turns his head, looking up into Jared's eyes. Jared smiles, curling his fingers around Jensen's arm. It feels as if their friendship, hangs in the air between them, transparent and fragile. Then Jensen gives, moving into the circle of Jared's arm and he knows everything is going to be alright.

Jensen locks his arms tight around Jared's waist and hides his face against Jared's neck. He's still shaking, the minute tremors rocking Jared to the core. Jared runs his hands over Jensen's back, just holding him close for a while. His heart gallops in his chest, beating so hard that Jensen must feel it through his ribcage, but he's not afraid. Somehow it feels as if they've always been moving towards this. It just took Jared too long to get it and yeah, he needed a little push from the Devil.

Jensen lifts his head from Jared's neck and Jared uses this as an opportunity to kiss him. He's pretty sure that if he let Jensen open his mouth, they'll spend the rest of the night talking. Talking is good, they'll have to do a lot of that at some point, but Jared would like to have the night before the morning after.

Jensen's lips are soft and plush and his mouth hot and needy. The stubble rasping against Jared's lips is still unfamiliar but it adds fuel to the fire, as does the way Jensen fist his shirt in his hands. Jared is a big guy and he always favored small girls like Sandy. Somehow he gets off on being the big bad protector, able to circle their necks with just one hand. It makes him feel big and powerful like the fucking Hulk.

It's not like that with Jensen. Sure Jared's bigger, a few inches taller and a few pounds heavier, but Jensen's no delicate little cupcake. His biceps stretches the fabric of his shirt, and his chest puts a strain on the seams of his t-shirts. His back is corded with muscle tapering off to a perfect bubble butt and his thighs are thick with muscle. Jensen used to be a whole lot leaner, but Jared's got a feeling he's been channeling his sexual frustration into working out this past year and he's filled out nicely.

Jared finds that he actually likes the way Jensen's muscles bunch and pull under his skin. He likes the notion that if he pushed Jensen up against the wall he wouldn't have to worry about breaking him, and he likes the way Jensen is hot and hard all over against him.

Jensen pulls out of the kiss and sucks in a breath, steadying himself against Jared's shoulders. Jared moves closer, intent on kissing him again, but Jensen turns his head away.

"I just… need a moment," Jensen says, his voice rough.

Jared presses his lips below Jensen's ear, darting his tongue out to taste Jensen's skin. Jensen shudders and pushes on Jared's shoulders.

"Don't," he says, sounding pained.

"What's wrong?" Jared asks, ghosting his lips over Jensen's ear.

Jensen's breath hitches. "Nothing… I just… need to breathe."

"Hmmm," Jared responds, pressing a kiss to Jensen's temple.

Jensen turns his head into the touch and Jared bends down to capture his lips again, sucking Jensen's lower lip into his mouth. Jensen groans into his mouth, sucking a desperate breath through his nose. Jared slides his arms around Jensen's back and Jensen pulls away from the kiss again with a low desperate nose.

"Jared… Please," he pleads, voice breaking, but Jared's not sure what he's asking for.

He can feel Jensen's cock, hot and hard against his thigh and he shifts his leg, rubbing up against Jensen. Jensen chokes out a moan and digs his fingers into Jared's shoulder, pushing his hips harder against Jared's thigh. Jared captures his lips again, coaxing Jensen into a wet, hot kiss, while sliding his hands down Jensen's back to grab his perfect ass.

The ass grab turns out to be Jensen's undoing and with a bitten off curse he comes, grinding his hips against Jared's leg. It's hotter than it has any right to be and Jared finds himself focusing very hard on mutilated puppies and wrinkly old grandmas to stave off his own orgasm.

Jensen hides his face against Jared's neck, his breath fanning wet and rapid over Jared's skin. "Sorry," he mutters, flattening his hands against Jared's chest.

Jared laughs and slides his hands in under Jensen's shirt. Jensen shivers and lifts his arms to let Jared pull the shirt off, looking equal parts self conscious and turned on. Jared takes half a step back to just look at him, sliding his eyes over cut abs and bulging pecs. There's a trail of hair starting at Jensen's navel and disappearing into his jeans and suddenly Jared wants to know where it ends.

He's known Jensen for years and years, but he's never actually seen him naked. He always put it down to Jensen being considerate of Jared's delicate feelings, but now he's realizing Jensen just didn't want to embarrass himself by getting a boner. He grins at Jensen and pulls off his own shirt, dropping it on the floor. Jensen's eyes darts towards the bed, then back to Jared and he licks his lips.

"Are we really doing this?" he asks sounding awed.

Jared grins. "Yup."

Jensen nods, looking dazed. Jared wonders how many times Jensen dreamt about this, and if he ever thought there was even a remote possibility of his dream coming true. A fresh bout of precome makes his boxer briefs cling to his cock when he imagines Jensen laid out on the bed, hand flying on his cock and Jared's name on his lips.

"Come here," he says and Jensen moves closer, tilting his head up for a kiss.

Jared takes advantage, snaking his tongue into Jensen mouth and his arms around Jensen's back. Jensen fits perfectly against him, their angles slotting together as if they were meant to be and Jared wonders why on earth it took him so long to get it. All the weirdness is gone, leaving nothing but touch and sensation.

He slides his hands up Jensen's back, spreading his fingers to fan over Jensen's broad shoulders. Jensen's skin is hot and silky, covered with a fine dusting of invisible hair and Jared doesn't think he'll ever get tired of touching him. He slides his hands downwards again until he encounters the waistband of Jensen's jeans. He follows the waistband until he got his hands curled around Jensen's hips, fingertips dipping in under the jeans to toy with the snug elastic of Jensen's underwear.

Something feels off though, and it's not the hot wetness of Jensen's tongue in his mouth, or the silky skin under his fingers. It's the way Jensen isn't touching him back, palms flat against Jared's chest like they've been pretty much the entire time. He pulls out of the kiss, taking a couple of quick breaths, trying to get his racing heart to calm down.

"You can touch me, you know," he says, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Jensen's open mouth. "Anywhere you want."

Jensen groans, dipping his head to drag his lips down Jared's neck, hands mirroring Jared's on his hips. Jared grins, tilting his head back to give Jensen's roaming lips better access. It feels good to have Jensen's stubble rasping against his skin, unfamiliar but thrilling. He groans when Jensen nips at the junction between neck and shoulder, cock twitching in his shorts.

"Jesus," Jensen says, mouth hot and wet against Jared's skin. "Do you have any idea how long I've been dreaming about this?"

"How long?" Jared asks, sliding a hand up to cup the back of Jensen's neck, tugging at the fine hairs he finds there to get Jensen to look up.

"Too long," Jensen answers, catching Jared's eyes and holding his gaze.

Jared smiles and bends down to capture Jensen's lips again, licking his way into Jensen's mouth. Later, he'll want to know everything about how and when Jensen fell in love with him, but it can wait. They have more important things to focus on, such as getting out of their clothes and onto the bed.

He reluctantly breaks the kiss and tugs Jensen with him towards the bed, fingers fumbling with Jensen's fly. Jensen moans and bucks his hips, his cock already hard again and straining against the zipper. Jared finally manages to the fly open and yanks Jensen's jeans down his thighs. Jensen obligingly kicks them all the way off and stand before Jared in just his boxer briefs.

Jared slides his eyes down to where Jensen's cock is straining against his underwear, clearly outlined through the wet cotton. This is probably the point where he should start freaking out, but instead he tugs Jensen closer and into another kiss. Jensen makes a needy little noise against his lips and reaches down to claw at Jared's jeans. He's not having much luck with getting them off though so Jared reaches down to help him. With joined force they manage to get the fly open and the jeans down. Jared kicks them off and manages to toe his socks off as well, leaving him in his underwear.

Jensen pulls away from his lips to pant for breath, lips wet and swollen from too much kissing. Jared lifts his hands to cup Jensen's face, giving his open mouth another kiss and then another one.

"Jesus," Jensen gasps. "I have to breathe."

Jared grins and butterflies kisses all over Jensen's face instead, the arch of his brow, the tip of his nose, his flushed cheeks and his fluttering eyelids. After a moment Jensen turns his head to chase Jared's lips, nipping at them, tongue slipping out to lick and twine.

"Bed," he murmurs between kisses. "We should get on the bed."

Jared agrees, especially since he has the bed frame digging into his calf. Jensen doesn't seem like he's going to make it happen though, lips nipping at the line of Jared's jaw, so he takes it upon himself to make the party horizontal. It takes some pushing and some ungraceful crawling, but eventually they end up lying on the bed, with their legs tangled and mouths fused together.

Jared is determined to take it to the next level, no matter how awesome the kisses are. So he pushes on Jensen's shoulder until he's lying flat on his back and props himself up on an elbow to look down on him. Jensen's hair is messy, sticking up in odd ends and spikes, his eyes are dark and shiny and his lips spit slick and swollen. His shoulders are wider than any girl's and his heaving chest is corded with muscles. There's no mistaking the cock stretching out his boxer briefs and his thick thighs are sprinkled with downy hair that no woman Jared ever dated would have allowed on her body. Jared thinks Jensen might be the hottest thing he ever saw.

He puts a hand on Jensen's chest, feeling his heart tripping against his palm, light sheen of sweat making Jensen's skin sticky. He looks at the way his hand spans over Jensen's chest plate and then back up at Jensen's face. Jensen's looking down, almost going cross eyed with his need to see what Jared's doing, as if he wouldn't believe it if he couldn't see it with his own eyes. The thought makes Jared smile and he slides his hand down over Jensen's stomach, shivering in response to Jensen's groan.

He pauses with his fingers against the elastic of Jensen's boxers, stroking his fingers over the wiry hair he finds there. Jensen's stomach tenses under his hand as Jensen sucks in a breath, cock twitching against its confines. Jared grins to himself and slips his fingers in under the waistband, pulling the boxers down as he moves his hand.

"Oh God," Jensen groans and when Jared turns to look at him he's got his face partly hidden against the pillows.

"It's Jared," Jared says, because he knows Jensen is expecting no less from him.

Jensen groans again but Jared's not sure if it was his lame attempt at comic relief or the fact that he managed to pull the boxers all the way down that got him. He looks back down at his hand, still holding onto the boxers that are now bunched up below Jensen's balls. He's never seen Jensen's cock before, but it doesn't disappoint, curling hard and thick against his stomach, slick with come and flushed red with excitement.

Jared's never touched someone else's dick, but he's got one of his own and considering the state Jensen's in he figures it won't exactly take rocket science to get him off. He moves his hand up to touch his fingers to Jensen's cock, pulling them away as if he's been burned when Jensen moans loudly, hips twitching upwards, but that slight touch leaves him aching for more and it's not like he's going to hurt Jensen if he touches him in the wrong way so he puts his hand back, curling his fingers around the thick shaft.

"Jesus," Jensen hisses, balling the sheets up in his fist and Jared is pretty sure that's encouragement.

He slides his fist up and down Jensen's dick, the silky skin radiating heat against his palm and it only takes two hesitant strokes for Jensen to be reduced to babbling. His own cock pulses in his shorts and it should be embarrassing how close he is to coming from just touching Jensen, but it's really not at all.

He turns his head to look at Jensen again, pressing kisses against his open mouth, tasting every moan. He's not all that surprised when Jensen arches up and comes all over himself and Jared's hand with a mangled exclamation of Jared's name, but the way his own cock twitches kind of is. He keeps running his fingers up and down the length of Jensen's cock. Softening but still blood heavy it rest sticky and flushed against Jensen's stomach. Every time Jared's curious fingers brushes over the bundle of nerves below the head it twitches weakly.

Jensen got his eyes closed and his mouth open, sweat making his forehead gleam. If it wasn't for the cock twitches Jared would have thought him dead, so when Jensen's hand shoots down to capture his wrist he's nearly startled out of his shorts.

"Fuck," Jensen groans, bringing Jared's hand up to his face. "You're killing me here."

Jared stomach clenches when Jensen darts his tongue out to lick between his fingers, cleaning the come from his skin. He's been with some pretty open minded women but so far none of them has done that. Of course Jensen's eating his own come, but still, he's licking it of Jared's skin. Jensen opens his eyes and grins, bigger and brighter than Jared's ever seen him smile.

"You touched my cock," he says, as if this is some sort of big revelation.

"Yes," Jared answers, because indeed he did.

"You don't understand." Jensen pushes himself up and knocks Jared over on his back in the process, until Jensen's the one hovering on one elbow looking down into Jared's face. "You touched my cock."

Jared nods, because Jensen's intensity is almost scary. Jensen shakes his head, as if Jared's a lost cause, but he's still grinning. Jared had no idea someone could get such a happy from someone's hand on their dick, but he's very much willing to find out if it's the same for him. He curls a hand around the back of Jensen's neck and pulls him down for a slow lingering kiss. He can faintly taste Jensen's come on his tongue and he groans into the kiss, equally turned on and scandalized.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good," Jensen murmurs, breaking the kiss in favor of licking a line down Jared's neck.

It's a line stolen straight out of a porno, but it doesn't matter because it makes Jared groan deep in his throat, hips lifting off the bed. He's more than ready for Jensen to make him feel so good. Jensen takes his time though moving down his body, igniting fires with lips, teeth, tongue and fingers until Jared is a shivering, sweaty mess. He can't help but to look down at Jensen, who kicked off his underwear at some point. He looks perfect with his face flushed, his butt in the air and his cock hanging half hard between his legs. Jared doesn't think he'll ever get tired of looking at Jensen. It's always been a bit of a favorite pastime for lazy days.

Jensen looks up and meets his eyes when he reaches the waistband of Jared's boxers. There's a question in his eyes, a last hint of reluctance, and Jared nods to give his approval. Jensen smiles, not the grin from minutes ago but a softer smile. Jared's likes it, his mouth tilting up in response.

Jensen sits back on his haunches and pulls Jared's boxers down to his thighs. Jared's cock bobs up towards his stomach, hard and flushed a deep red. Jensen makes a sound and his eyes go wide.

"It's fucking gorgeous," Jensen says after a moment, putting his hands flat on Jared's hips and licking his lips. "Jesus Christ."

"God," Jared groans, squirming under Jensen's hands. "I'll come if you as much as breathe on me."

Jensen grins and bends forward, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling over the head of Jared's cock.

"Fuck," Jared grits out through clenched teeth, another bout of precome trickling from the slit to make a mess on his stomach. He's so close to coming he can taste it at the back of his mouth, balls pulled up tight and cock throbbing with need.

He pushes himself up on his elbows to look down on Jensen, but the sight of Jensen crouched down between his legs, mouth poised over his dick is just too much so he lies back down with a moan, reaching out blindly to grab hold of one of Jensen's hands. Jensen takes it as encouragement, closing his lips tight over the head of Jared's dick and without warning Jared comes and comes and comes, in Jensen's mouth, down his throat and all over his pretty face. Pleasure so intense it borders on pain rippling through Jared's body.

"Sorry," he gasps, when he regains enough cognitive functions to speak. "God, I'm sorry."

He lifts his head to find Jensen looking up at him through lashes clumped together with come. He looks dazed, tongue darting out to lick the come from around his mouth. It's probably the hottest thing Jared ever saw and he sits up, pulling Jensen down fully on his lap to be able to kiss him. He gets come smeared all over his face and his lips and in his mouth and it doesn't even matter, because it's Jensen and somehow it's the best thing ever.

Jensen is hard again, cock painting a hot line against Jared's stomach and Jared doesn't even hesitate before he reaches down to fist it. Hard and fast with his tongue still buried in Jensen's mouth. There are other things he wants to try, he wants to crawl down Jensen's body and swallow him down and he want to bend Jensen over every surface in the room and fuck him blind and when they've exhausted all flat areas he wants Jensen to do the same to him.

Right now though, he wants to feel Jensen come against his skin, wants to eat his moans with his mouth and then he wants them to fall asleep tangled in the sheets and each other only to start everything all over again in the morning. Jared's got his priorities straight and with the way Jensen's humping his stomach it seems he's got the memo too.

Jensen is slick with come and sweat and Jared's hands skates easy over his cock, knuckles brushing both their stomachs. He's got his other hand at the small of Jensen's back, feeling the muscles flex and shift under Jensen's sweaty skin, the swell of his cheeks grazing Jared's fingers. He dips his hand lower, cupping Jensen's ass, letting his fingers dip into the dark crease. The skin feels different against his fingers, softer and silkier, despite the fine sheen of sweat making his fingertips catch.

Jensen makes a guttural sound against his mouth, arching his body back, pressing down on Jared's hand. Jared slides his fingers further down until he's grazing the puckered folds of Jensen's opening, stroking over it with two fingers.

"God," Jensen moans. "God… Jared… please."

Jared licks his lips, for all his sexual exploits he's never actually done this. It always seemed like such a crass thing to ask for, too intimate and too much. He swivels his fingers around the opening, caressing the folded skin until Jensen's mewling against his skin, body taut between his stroking hand and his questioning fingers. He wants to go further, wants to press inside, but his fingers are too dry and he's reluctant to move them even for a moment.

"Please," Jensen begs again and Jared's unable to resist. He coats his fingers in the sticky mess covering his stomach and brings them back around Jensen's body, knowing there's nothing he got that Jensen can catch.

He spreads the stickiness around Jensen's opening before slowly pushing one of his fingers into Jensen's tight heat.

"Yes," Jensen hisses, his entire body stiffening.

He pushes his finger in to the first knuckle and then to the second, Jensen's breath fanning moist and fast over his shoulder. It's hard to focus with Jensen clamping down hard around his finger, so he moves his hand from Jensen's dick to brace it on his hip, the curve fitting perfectly against his palm. Jensen makes a choked off noise, a protest or encouragement, and his hands come up to grip Jared's shoulders tight.

"I want…" Jensen pants. "I want you to fuck me. It's been so long and it's… Please."

Jared wants to protest because there's just no way he's ever going to fit inside Jensen, but then Jensen sucks two of his own fingers into his mouth, before reaching around himself to push them in alongside Jared's. He makes a little noise, as if the sudden stretch is uncomfortable, but that doesn't stop him from pushing his fingers further inside, knuckles sliding over Jared's.

"Lube," Jensen says with his eyes squeezed shut and a frown between his brows. "Drawer."

Jared lets go of Jensen's hip and reaches behind him, fumbling around until he finds the knob of the drawer and pulls it out. Jensen's fingers tighten on his shoulder as he strains to regain his balance while Jared fumbles around. His hand closes around a slimy tube and he pulls it out, hoping that it's the lube.

Jensen opens his eyes to look at the tube. "Lots," he orders. "On your cock."

Jared fumbles some more, uses his mouth to pop the cap and pours a stupid amount of the cold fluid over his straining cock. It gets everywhere, on him on the sheets and on Jensen, trickling cold and sluggish down over his balls. Jensen is moving his fingers in a hypnotic rhythm, fucking himself against Jared's knuckles, the fit so tight it's almost painful and it's so hot and amazing Jared can barely stand it.

He's never seen Jensen like this, flushed and sweaty and unraveling at the seams and it's making him ache with want. He should be the responsible one, make Jensen slow down and ask for condoms, but he's clean and he knows Jensen is anal about testing. He's the one that put Jared up for his goddamned embarrassing bi-monthly testing that he's sure makes the people at the STD clinic think he's a slut.

Jensen pulls his fingers out so Jared does the same, but he doesn't miss the wince on Jensen's face when the fingers slide out of his opening.

"You okay?" he asks, smoothing his hand over Jensen's hip.

"Yes," Jensen says, voice raw and impatient.

He reaches down and grabs Jared's cock around the base, holding it still while he shifts into position. Jared sucks in a breath when the head of his cock nudges against Jensen's opening, he knows how tight it is, there's just no way he's going to fit. Jensen doesn't hesitate though, tongue caught between his teeth and brow furrowed in concentration he shifts again, and the head of Jared's cock pushes inside.

"Fuck," Jensen curses through gritted teeth, sinking down another inch.

Jared has to fight the urge to lay down flat and just push his hips up, fucking into Jensen until neither of them can think. He's never been held so snugly, never felt anything this intense. He grips Jensen's hips so tightly it's sure to leave bruises, peppering kisses over Jensen's tense neck and shoulders. The slide seems to go on forever, both of Jensen's hands tight on his shoulders and Jensen's knees braced awkwardly on either side of his thighs. Then, Jensen slides down the last inch and lets out a shaky breath.

Jensen holds still only for a moment and even then he's squirming, rapid breaths whistling out of his half open mouth. Jared slides his hands up over his back and shoulders and then around to capture his face and hold him still for a kiss. Jensen tightens his fingers on Jared's shoulders, making a little noise as Jared licks into his mouth.

As soon as Jensen starts moving for real, rocking up and down Jared's cock, whimpering with every stroke, Jared realizes he's going to come embarrassingly fast, despite the fact that it can't be twenty minutes since he came all over Jensen's face. The noises alone are enough to push him over the edge and Jensen's body grips him like a fucking vice, sending pleasure skittering up every nerve ending.

Jensen's cock is painting Jared's stomach with searing lines of precome and Jared's back is starting to ache with their awkward position. Without something to lean his back against there's just no leverage for him to thrust up and fuck Jensen silly and his stomach burns with the need to do just that. He slides his hands back around Jensen waist and without warning rolls them over.

"Fuck," Jensen curses, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. "God… Fuck me."

Jared's not going to deny an order like that so he braces himself on his elbows and thrusts. He starts with long slow glides, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in and Jensen arches up, moaning, heels and fingers digging into Jared's back, urging him on.
"Harder," Jensen begs. "Harder, harder, harder."

His incoherent babbling is more than incentive enough and Jared speeds up his thrusts, hips snapping hard and fast, until stars go off before his eyes with every thrust. Jensen is squirming underneath him babbling and begging and pleading, hands flittering over Jared's back as if Jensen doesn't even know what to do with himself.

"So good," Jensen moans. "So good, so fucking… yeah… so huge… it's been… oh god… so fucking long…"

Jared bends down to kiss him, nipping along his jaw and over his flushed neck. Jensen's skin is slick and salt with sweat, searing hot to the touch and he keeps turning his head back and forth, squirming on Jared's dick like it's the best thing ever. Jared's so close to coming he's hanging on by a thread, every hard desperate thrust pulling him closer to the edge until there's nothing but the sweet tumble left.

It's not planned, he's not coherent enough to even think about taking Jensen with him over the edge, but Jensen arches up fingers and heels digging into Jared's skin just seconds before Jared comes so hard his vision goes blurry. He keeps fucking into Jensen's convulsing body, drawing the pleasure out until it's almost painful, before he finally collapses in a panting heap on top of Jensen.

Jensen makes sound, but he doesn't try to shove Jared away. Jared can feel his heart beating and his chest heaving as he sucks in breaths, still locked together in the most intimate of ways. He allows himself another moment of utter stillness and then he pulls out, as gently as he can, and rolls off Jensen. He's not really surprised when Jensen follows, clinging to him as if he'll disappear if they're not touching, tangling their legs together and fitting his face into the crook of Jared's neck.

He traces his fingers over Jensen's back and stares up at the roof, heart rate slowly going back to normal and blood no longer thundering in his ears. Usually he feels antsy after sex, ready to be up and going no matter how wrung out his body is, but he doesn't feel like that now. He feels calm, relaxed, and moving is the furthest thing from his mind even though they really, really should think about cleaning up.

Jensen's breath evens out, turning into the long deep snuffles of sleep and Jared pulls a corner of the covers over them, resigning to feeling and smelling like yuk in the morning. He's got come in places he's never had come before and he's pretty sure his mouth is going to taste like death come morning, but he just doesn't have it in him to wake Jensen up. Sometimes you have to be willing to make sacrifices for the one you love.



Jared does feel horrible in the morning, waking up in a cold bed surrounded by the rank smell of dried come and sweat. He's got come crust in places he doesn't want to think about and his mouth tastes like a skunk died in it. The biggest problem though is that Jensen is gone, the sheets cold enough that he ought to have been up for a while.

Jared rolls out of bed and tugs the jeans from the night before. They're stiff in the crotch region, but considering there are homeless people cleaner than Jared at the moment, it doesn't really matter. He pads out of the bedroom on bare feet to find that the living room is empty as well, but the door to the kitchen is half open and he can smell coffee.

Jensen's sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee cup between his hands and his back turned to the door. He doesn't look up when Jared walks in. His hair is wet and oddly flat, which means he must have had a shower and Jared can trace the knobbly line of his spine through his threadbare shirt.

"Morning," Jared says, scrubbing at the back of his neck. It seems like a stupid thing to say, but he's not sure what protocol calls for the morning after you fucked your best friend through the mattress.

Jensen doesn't answer, unless you count the slight inclination of his head. Jared swallows and takes a step into the room. He doesn't know what he was expecting, but the cold shoulder wasn't it.

"You're up early," he says, keeping his voice light and cheerful as if he hasn't noticed that Jensen's ignoring him.

"What did you wish for?"

Jared hardly recognizes Jensen's voice, he sounds completely wrecked. Jensen turns around to pin him with a stare.

"I know you made a wish. What the fuck did you wish for?"

Jared blinks and opens his mouth to answer, but Jensen cuts him off. "Because whatever it was it fucking failed, okay? I woke up today and a night of epic sex didn't change the way I fucking feel about you in the slightest. Only know I'll have to live with knowing what it would be like. It's not fucking fair."

Jared blinks again, because Jensen must have been up for a long time to have thought of that kind of elaborate fucking batshit scenario. Jared kind of wonders what in their earlier friendship has lead Jensen to believe Jared is both cruel and unusual.

Jensen exhales and looks down into his cup, shoulders sagging. "You know what, never mind. It doesn't matter."

"You're touched in the head," Jared says. "You actually think I'd wish for the ability to… I dunno… fuck the feelings out of your system? Don't you think I would have skipped the fucking if that's what I wanted?"

Jensen shrugs, a slight roll of his shoulders, but he doesn't look up.

"I wished to be gay, okay? I wished to be gay so that I could spend the rest of my life with the one person that matters most to me and I'm not fucking sorry."

Jensen's head jerks up and he licks his lips. "You did what?" he asks faintly.

"I wished to be gay."

One corner of Jensen's mouth tugs up in a smile. "Wanting to be gay makes you kinda gay," he says.

Jared smiles in response. " You're worth it."

Jensen's smile widens. "Yeah?"

"Hell yeah."

Jensen puts his cup down and gets up from the chair, closing in on Jared.

"Don't even think about it," Jared says, backing away. "I'm fucking gross."

"Maybe I don’t care," Jensen responds.

"Maybe you should," Jared says backing into the wall with a thud.

Jensen puts his hands on Jared's shoulders and leans in close. Then he crinkles his nose and leans back. "Man, you're rank."

"Told you so," Jared says smugly, oddly proud to be dirty and disgusting.

Jensen laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corner and his throat moving. Jared lifts his hands to touch Jensen's shoulders, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt.

"What made you think this wasn't real?" he asks, running his hands down to curl around Jensen's arms.

Jensen shrugs awkwardly, looking away. "I woke up this morning and I was just… happy, you know. Truly happy."

"Horrible thing that," Jared remarks and Jensen laughs, shaking his head.

"It's not like I've been miserable this entire time," Jensen says, putting his hands flush on Jared's chest. "But… it's not like I've been… truly happy either and… I guess I just couldn't believe it was real."

Jensen puts his forehead against Jared's chest, moving in closer. Jared takes that to mean Jensen wants a hug from his dirty disgusting boyfriend so he slides his arms around Jensen's back. Jensen sighs happily and moves his face to the crook of Jared's neck, radiating contentment even though the smell ought to be horrible up close.

"I kinda wish I hadn't made that wish," Jared says, running his hands over Jensen's shoulder blades. "Because… I think I've been moving towards this for a long time now."

Jensen's fingers tighten on Jared's chest, sharp bite of nails against his skin. "I love you," he says, voice soft.

"Yeah." Jared smiles. "I know."

Jensen chuckles, breath warm and moist on Jared's skin. "Smug much?"

"Yeah." Jared leans his head back against the wall, happiness settling low in his belly. "I am."



Things doesn't change as much as Jared thought they would, in many ways they remain exactly the same, except for where Jared gets mind blowing sex every night and sometimes in the middle of the day, and before breakfast, and after breakfast, and during lunch, and sometimes, but not that often, at work.

No one is surprised, well except for Jared. He thought everyone would be amazed by his big gay epiphany, but everyone, including his mother, seems to have been waiting for it for years. It's good though, they're good. No, actually they're amazing. Jensen is the best thing since pie, but better.

As the weeks shift into months Jared kind of forgets about Chad and the deal he made. He still thinks about it sometimes, usually after sex when Jensen does that unbearably cute latching on and snuggling thing he does, and he's always grateful. He's aware that he might lose his soul to the Devil some day, but as long as he doesn't use his last wish his soul is safe from Chad and his abysmal taste.

That is until Chad appears one day, three months to the day since Jared made his last wish. Jared is trying to pack down his apartment, but mostly he's just waiting for Jensen to be done with his so that he can start on Jared's. He's down with the carrying of heavy stuff once they come to that, but organizing everything into neatly stacked boxes, that's Jensen's thing. Besides, they're not moving for another month, Jensen's way too uptight about these things.

He's not expecting Chad and his sudden appearance amidst a shower of sparks almost gives Jared a heart attack. Then he nearly has another one when faced with Chad's sequined shirt and the contract in his hand.

"I didn’t wish for anything," Jared says dumbly.

Chad leans back against the kitchen counter and looks around, surveying the mess of open boxes on the floor and packing paper on the table.

"You moving?" he asks.

"Yeah… Uh… Yeah."

Jared realizes he's still holding the plate he was about to pack, brandishing it like a shield against Chad's powers of evil. He sets it to the side and licks his lips.

"Where to?" Chad asks.

"Two floors up… We… uhm… Jensen and me… We bought an apartment upstairs, but it's being renovated right now…new kitchen and bathroom that sort of thing."

"So your wish's working out for you then," Chad says, sounding pleased with himself.

"Yeah," Jared nods. "Yeah, it is."

"And what about your seventh wish? Do you have anything planned?"

Jared shakes his head. "I don't want a seventh wish," he says.

"Oh… Well… I guess I'll just take your soul and be gone then."

"No," Jared almost shouts, clutching his head as if he's soul is hiding in there just waiting to slip out. "Why would you do that, I haven't used my last wish?"

"It's clearly stated in the contract that you only have three months between wishes, or you relinquish the right to your soul."

"I didn't see anything about that," Jared says. Of course he didn't read the contract all that carefully.

"Well…" Chad crosses his feet. "It's in the appendix."

"There's an appendix?"

"Of course there is."

"Can I see it?"

"Sure."

There's a bang and a huge book falls down on the table, crushing the poor plate to smithereens. Jared reads the title: Appendix A, the finer points of selling your soul to the Devil. He flicks it open at random and finds that it's printed in a tiny font that he can hardly read even if he squints.

"Uhm… great," he says. "Do I get a few days to get through it?"

"No," Chad says, glancing at his golden wrist watch. "I'm afraid your contract runs out in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes? That's… that's cheating."

Chad rolls his eyes. "Hello… the Devil here, what did you expect? Fair play?"

He's got a point of course, Jared should, in hindsight, maybe have been a bit more worried about selling his soul and less preoccupied with making Jensen squeak.

"Time's a ticking," Chad says. "Got a last wish for me?"

Jared bites down on his lower lip and tries to think of a wish that has no possibility of fucking up his current life. He doesn't want to give Chad the chance to mess with his life because he's fricking happy with Jensen, but on the other hand he doesn't know if it matters because once he's made his last wish his soul is Chad's anyway.

"Two minutes," Chad says with a grin.

Wishes pop and go in Jared's head, there's a million things he could wish for but he doesn't really want any of them. Finally a wish occurs to him, one that has nothing to do with him and his current life which means it has to be safe, right?

"I got it," he says, shifting his feet. "I got a wish."

"Go ahead then," Chad says, holding the contract up.

Jared stares at his own name on the dotted line, his signature unusually loopy and shaky. Then he takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

"I wish for Sandy to have a long and happy life," he says on the exhale, words rushed and tripping over each other.

"Eeep," Chad says when the contact bursts into flames, withering away to nothing but ashes in a matter of seconds. "I hate when that happens."

"When what happens?" Jared asks, looking at the dark dust of ashes and blackened paper flakes on the floor.

Chad doesn’t answer, he's too busy blowing on his fingers and cursing under his breath. Jared turns to look at the appendix again wondering if maybe he can find the answer in there. He's causally optimistic about the contact burning up being a good thing, mostly because Chad seems pissed and Chad probably wouldn't be pissed if it was a bad thing for Jared. He's the devil he wants bad things to happen to Jared.

Chad sighs and Jared turns back to face him. "You found the loophole," Chad says, sounding like this is the most depressing thing that happened to him since ever.

"The loophole?" Jared perks up, loopholes area good thing when you've made deals you want to get out of.

"Yeah." Chad sighs again, looking at his fingers. "You made a truly unselfish wish. It renders the contract void and I no longer have a claim on your soul."

"I get to keep my soul?" Jared grins. "Really? It's mine?"

"You ask more questions than a five year old," Chad says sourly. "Yes, you get to keep your soul. Yes, it's really yours."

"Yay," Jared says, throwing his arms around Chad and lifting him up. "Thanks man."

"Gerroff me," Chad says, pushing Jared away.

Jared stumbles back and hits his back against the table, but he doesn't stop grinning. "And nothing changes, right? I'm still gay for Jensen?"

Chad rolls his eyes. "Oh, please... Like I had anything to do with you being gay for Jensen."

Jared blinks. "What?"

Chad sighs, pressing his lips into a tight line. "I can't really do that. Change someone's sexuality at will. God…" Chad makes a disgusted face. "Would be pissed at me."

"There's a God?" Jared asks, because somehow, the thought never really occurred to him that if the Devil is real, God ought to be real.

"Sure is." Chad looks like he's bitten into a lemon. "You even met him."

"I did?" Jared's kind of awed, he was in the presence of God? He hopes he didn't say anything stupid.

"Dark, scruffy looking guy, likes to hang out in holding cells to show people the error of their ways."

"Oh… Him…" It makes sense, in a way, Jared did think there was something serene about him.

"Yeah, him. Meddling son of a bitch, he is. As soon as I make a deal with someone he pops up to show them the error of their ways. It's totally unfair too. I mean… the bible says a lot of junk, you know. About not eating shrimp and not killing thy neighbor, that sorta thing, but when the end comes it doesn't fucking matter. Logically, you should all be mine, because people wear polyester all the time, you know and it's in his fricking book. But, oh no, he's the forgiving kind. None of that really matters, the only thing that matters is what's in your heart. So yeah, I get a few, murderers, rapists, people that watch reality TV and like it, but most people end up his, because he's this great forgiving dude. "

Jared smiles. He likes the thought that God is forgiving, but he'll be sure to stop by church a little more often from now on, it can't hurt, right? Then his mind latches on to the most important part of the statement.

"I've been gay for Jensen all along? Like… for real. You had nothing to do with it?"

Chad snorts. "Yes, you've been a big flaming poof in hiding all along. I had nothing to do with it." Jared takes a step forward and Chad holds up his hands as if to brace himself. "Don't you fucking hug me again. You have any idea what that kind of thing would do to my reputation if it came out?"

Jared grins, nearly vibrating with happy energy. He can't wait to tell Jensen.

"You humans suck," Chad says. "You're like… totally weird."

Jared opens his mouth to defend humanity, but he's cut off by Jensen yelling at him.

"Jared? I really fucking hope you're packing in there or I'm gonna kick your ass."

Jared reaches for some packing paper, belatedly realizing that the plate he was going to pack has been pulverized by the Appendix.

"Whipped," Chad snickers as the door opens and Jensen steps inside.

"Who are you?" Jensen says, eyeing Chad's sequined shirt and generally shifty appearance with obvious distrust, stepping closer to Jared and slinging a very possessive arm around his waist. As if Jared would ever step out on him with someone like Chad.

"I hired a mover," Jared lies, because he doesn't want to do introductions with the Devil, unfortunately Chad introduces himself at the same time.

"You're the Devil?" Jensen asks arm tightening around Jared's waist.

While Chad says: "Ha, you lied, you're totally gonna rot in Hell for that."

Jared ignores Chad, because he practically just told Jared he wasn't gonna rot in Hell for something as minor as a white, well maybe gray, lie and puts his arm around Jensen's shoulders instead, nearly smothering him with the packing paper before dropping it to the floor.

"I dispute your claim on Jared's soul," Jensen says, with a quiver to his voice. He fiddles around in his pocket, which Jared mistakes for inventive groping, until he comes up with a tiny little bottle. "In the name of the Lord I repel you."

Jensen throws the contents of the bottle on Chad, who hisses and jumps away, but not before some of it stains the front of his shirt making him sizzle.

"Fucking Hell," Chad says, yanking the shirt off and stomping on it with his nasty purple snake skin boots. "Now why would you do that?"

Jared is kind of wondering the same, because he's not in favor of Chad taking his clothes off. His chest is pale and about as attractive as a cornflake. Jared's totally only gay for Jensen. There's a smattering of tiny little burns on Chad's stomach and Jensen's glaring at him, bottle still clutched in his hand.

"You thought I'd just let you take him?" Jensen asks, hard edge to his voice.

Jared didn't even think Jensen believed him about the deal with the Devil thing, and he thought even less that Jensen would come up with some kind of plan to fight for him. Jensen really is the best thing ever.

Chad pouts. "He already saved himself. There's no need to be cruel and unusual."

"Oh… Well, I didn't know that now did I?"

Chad pouts some more, poking the burns on his stomach with a finger. "You could have asked," he says.

"Sorry." Jensen sounds like he's sorry, putting the bottle back in his pocket. It still feels like groping to Jared, who repositions himself to be groped in a good place. "Perv," Jensen says, but he gropes Jared for good measure so that's okay.

"So how did you save yourself?" he asks Jared, and Jared's slightly put upon that Jensen sounds as if he didn't think that would happen in a million years.

"I made a selfless wish," Jared says, because he's sure that proves he's not really an asshole, but was just waiting to find out he was gay and therefore unable to love women in the way they deserve.

Jensen smiles, putting a hand over Jared's chest. "That's my boy," he says. "Big heart, big mouth, bigger…"

Jared cuts him off with a kiss, because he doesn't really want to talk about his cock with Chad in the room and if that sentence isn't ending with his cock, he doesn't want to know.

"Ewwww," Chad says and they break apart to look at him. "I don't like happy couples," he explains, crinkling his nose. "It means I've failed."

Jared grins, pulling Jensen closer. "In that case you better take off, or there'll be a whole lot of happy for you to watch."

Jensen makes a choked noise, hiding his face against Jared's shirt, but Jared can tell he's having a happy already.

"Fine, whatever," Chad says, picking his shirt up. "You better invite me to your wedding that's all I'm saying. I've done tons for you guys."

Jared raises his eyebrows. "Come on, you didn't even make me gay. You've done nothing for us."

Chad snorts. "Fine," he says again, eyes narrowed. Then he throws a handful of sparks into the air, looking them up and down one last time. "Good luck, bitches," he says before the sparks envelope him and he's gone.

"Is he gone?" Jensen asks, face still hidden against Jared's chest.

"Yeah," Jared says, shifting so that Jensen will really know he's in the mood for happy.

Jensen lifts his head and looks up at him. "Did you mean what you said?" he asks. "That he didn't make you gay?"

"Yeah," Jared says with a megawatt grin. "Apparently he's not allowed to do that sort of thing."

"Wow, that's…" Jensen pauses, eyes narrowing. "Actually, I'm totally pissed at you right now."

"Uh… What?" Jared asks, because he's still on the track of being happy and naked.

"I pined for you for years, watching you date one tramp after another and you were secretly gay all that time?"

"But I didn't know and don't call my exes tramps."

Jensen makes a displeased sound and moves out of Jared's embrace. "You could have tried harder to find out," he says, pissy look on his face. His eyes move around the kitchen taking in, Jared's sure, the lack of neatly packed and labeled boxes. "Did you even try to pack something today? Or where you just waiting for me to do your shit as well?"

"Uhm," Jared answers. "I'll carry all the heavy stuff?"

"I'm not your delicate little girlfriend."

"Uhm." It's one of those conversations where it doesn't matter what he says, Jensen will misinterpret it anyway. "I love you," he tries because that's usually a safe one.

Jensen's eyes do look softer for a moment but then they get that hard edge again. "What did you wish for?" he asks.

"Uhm… For Sandy to have a long and happy life." Jared squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for the explosion. For most part their transition from best friends to boyfriends has been going very smoothly, but there are a few touchy subjects and Sandy is one of them.

He flinches when Jensen's palms touches his cheeks, but no bad things have ever come from Jensen touching him so he opens his eyes.

"You are almost incredibly stupid," Jensen says grinning, cutting Jared's protest off with a kiss. "Now did you have something for me in here?"

He slides his hands into Jared's pants that are indeed full to bursting with something for Jensen.

"Glurgh," Jared answers, because that's generally the level of coherency he can manage with Jensen's hand on his cock.

"You really thought I was pissed that your feelings are real? Man, you're dense."

Jared wants to protest, but he's pretty sure that his defense (i.e you're a prissy queen and I never know what sets you off) would start a real argument so he keeps his mouth shut. Well, not shut seeing as he has Jensen's tongue in it, but silent.

It feels as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, not because Chad won't get to dress his soul up in a lime shirt and mauve velvet pants, but because his feelings for Jensen are actually his. He's thankful that the wish gave him the push he needed, but he's fucking ecstatic that the feeling was his to begin with. All is well that ends well, at least if you're gay for Jensen.

The End

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