Remodel My Home, Remodel My Life Part 2
Author: Cassie(kinkylittlered) Pairing: Jensen/Jared. Word Count: 20,018 Raing: R Summary: Jensen is a designer, openly gay but a bit jaded by past encounters. Jared is the handsome, but oh so taken sexy man that hires him to help fix up a dilapidated house. Jensen is convinced he has found Prince Charming, but refuses to make a move because Jared is straight and taken, well mostly because he is taken. Jared's sexuality is more flexible than his relationship status. Authors notes: My amazing friend not only edited this, she came up with title and was an amazing cheerleader through the entire process. This fic would not be here without her. 
Chapter 3
“What is this place meant to be? A breakfast nook of some kind?” Jensen stared around in wonder at the small, circular room. It was located just off of the kitchen but the feel was completely different.
“Yeah, once upon a time I think it was the tea room. I have always really liked this room; anytime I was with my mother I was typically in here playing. It needs some major help, though. I mean, it is far too dusty to eat in at the moment.” Jared stared up at the ceiling that came to a perfect point, reveling in how gazebo like the room was. Windows lined most of the circular walls, making it the lightest room in the house.
“I think this room would look great in a light green color. It is so open and bright that I think white would look too plain. Light green will not only add character and lighten the room, but it will set this room apart from the rest of the house.” Jensen walked around the empty space for a few seconds, imagining what type of table might belong in such a unique room. A glint from the window caught his eyes, the green orbs staring out at the endless expanse of emerald grass, disrupted only by the shimmering blue of a pool. “Wow your back yard is, well, completely different from your front yard. I didn’t know about the pool.”
“Yeah, I need to have someone fix up the front yard a bit. The pool is actually as old as this house. It is strange because it is made out of stone and quite deep. It is like a really deep pond lined with stone. There is no shallow end.” Jared shrugged as he stared out at the blue. “When I decided to come, I had it cleaned and filled again. The man who I hired to take care of the place after my mom died did a good job of keeping everything in good shape, even the back gardens.”
“Have you gone swimming yet?” Jensen stared up at the bright blue sky clashing against the tall trees on the edge of the property. It was the first sign of sun he had seen since he had arrived.
“No, it rained the first week and it didn’t stop until today. I figured it would make you uncomfortable if I invited you to swim. I mean…I don’t know if you even packed a swimsuit.” Jared shrugged as he continued to stare at the overwhelming blue and green just beyond the windows.
“I like swimming. I was actually on the swim team in high school.” Jensen grinned, a small blush lining his features. “It was the only way I could openly stare at men in tiny shorts without being called gay.”
“I was on my swim team.” Jared smiled, his dimples flashing for a second before he wondered back into the depressing gloom of the kitchen. “Did you bring swimming trunks?”
“No, but I did bring something to wear for swimming. I’ll meet you out there, well, if you can explain how I get outside without going out the front door and walking around?” Jensen’s question was met with a smile and a careless toss of brown locks before the door was at last pointed at. The walk up the stairs and into the room he had been sharing with Jared felt like a routine, as though they had always shared a room. For an odd moment the old house felt like home, Jensen pushed away the feeling and pulled on his swimwear, leaving the house and his worries behind.
“Holy cow, is that left over from high school? The thing is tiny!” Jared’s laugh echoed off the pool walls, his body gleaming in the bright sunlight. For a moment Jensen was lost in the sight of Jared wet and glistening, it was an image straight out of every gay man and straight woman’s dreams.
“Well, excuse me for getting used to wearing a speedo. I’ll have you know most people think it suits my body.” Jensen was blushing, his freckles blending into the red stain on his cheeks.
“You really do have fair skin, I mean you aren’t too pale or anything but it looks like you are already getting sunburn there.” Jared laughed as he lazily relaxed onto his back and used his arms to paddle his way to side of the pool. Jensen’s mouth was nearly open and drooling as the other man’s muscles tensed as he pulled himself from the water. “Here, I’ll put sunscreen on your back and then you can do mine?”
“I, uh, yeah okay. I mean it is always good to be safe and use protection. Oh! No, like protection from the sun, not from anything else. Not that I don’t use protection, I just mean that I don’t need it now?” Jensen let his head fall so that he could examine his bare feet, the blush on his cheeks now expanding to engulf his features.
“Aw you are so cute when you’re nervous, blushing and looking down while wearing that fucking tight speedo. It really doesn’t leave much to the imagination you know?” Jared was laughing as he squirted a good-sized glob of white lotion onto his hand. The smell was all too familiar, instantly taking him back to his younger years by the pool. The lotion was cold as he ran a solitary finger through before softly running it down Jensen’s back, so slow it was almost painful. Fingering on more of the oily lotion Jared began to move his fingers in slow circles as the lotion was slowly absorbed. Working over the tight skin and ridged muscle, Jared moved towards Jensen’s shoulders to slowly cover the freckles dotting the smaller man’s back.
The painstakingly slow movement of Jared’s fingers was sending blood rushing to Jensen’s already half-hard cock. For a moment Jensen couldn’t help but wish he had chosen a more modest bathing suit, one capable of at least somewhat hiding the growing erection now tenting his speedo. Jared’s fingers began to venture lower, curving around his side for a moment before slipping to his lower back. Each slow drag of Jared’s thick fingers was sending chills down Jensen’s spine, until at last paused to retrieve more lotion.
It was a never-ending game of torture as Jared moved to coat the back of Jensen’s calves, slowly sliding up towards his thighs. Thick fingers moved along the sensitive area behind Jensen’s knee, cause his legs to tremble ever so slightly. The lotion was cold and his skin felt as though a fire had consumed it, licking at all of his sensitive nerves. But Jared’s fingers were merciless, moving on their own accord up and up until the back of his thighs were covered. It felt as though Jared were worshiping Jensen’s body, learning every curve and memorizing the way the skin felt under his hand. Jensen’s dick was so heavy he felt as though he might combust if Jared didn’t caress that area as well. Before a moan could slip out, Jared’s hands were molded to Jensen’s ass for a brief second before he stepped away all together.
“On second thought, I did already put lotion on, I’m sure my back will be fine.” Jared grinned before jumping into the pool, sending a splash in the general direction of a very confused and sexual frustrated Jensen.
“I uh I’ll be in soon I just uh.” Jensen was stuttering and blushing, his hands attempting to cover his obvious boner.
“Dude, it’s all good. I had a bit of wood going on myself. The water is pretty warm, it won’t take care of the problem but it will sure as hell hide that monster better than your hands.” Jared laughed, splashing water up at Jensen with a push of his massive hand. Jensen cautiously stepped towards the pool, sighing in frustration as Jared watched his every move.
“Could you at least be polite and turn around?” Jensen rolled his eyes and turned away from Jared in an attempt at modesty.
“I maintain if I give someone wood, I get to watch as they awkwardly try to hide it.” Jared was laughing again, making Jensen want to curl up in a ball and die.
“That makes no sense. Why can’t you just be normal for once and not torture me?”
“Fine, ruin all of my fun. Be that way.” Jared huffed as he turned around to face the opposite direction, dramatically rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “Modest little Jenny ruining all of my fun.”
“One moment you are making fun of me for showing too much skin, now I am too modest. I just can’t win with you.” Jensen was pouting, his lips pulling down into a frown as he slipped into the warm water. Sigh in relief once his waist was covered. “You can look now.”
“I already got a pretty good look but I wouldn’t mind looking again.” Jared turned around, a wide grin stretching across his face and dimples that simply begged to be kissed appearing.
“Has it ever occurred to you that this is awkward for me?” Jensen stared expectantly, his green eyes burning into Jared’s hazel ones.
“Has it ever occurred to you that you really turn me on and I would die to fuck you right now?” Jared’s voice was deeper than normal, his mannerisms instantly changing as he stepped closer to Jensen.
“Jared, stop. You have a girlfriend, this is wrong.” Jensen was saying it was wrong, speaking out of pure logic but his body was demanding that he close the distance between them. His body was not listening to logic.
“Jensen, does that really matter? We have something buzzing between us and God I want to taste you, I want to test out this crazy attraction we have going on. You can lie and say you don’t want it but I can feel you and we aren’t even touching.”
“Look, I’m going to go inside and work on finding the right color of paint for that breakfast nook. You go, I don’t know, jack off or something.” Jensen swam towards the edge of the pool, hastily pulling himself from the warm comfort of the water. The air felt chilled as he quickly walked inside.
On the way towards the bedroom Jensen thought about turning around a million times. Images of Jared’s lips wrapped around Jensen’s leaking cock filled his mind as blood once again filled his cock. Grabbing his clothes, Jensen hastily locked himself in the bathroom. His hands pushed away the clinging material of his speedo, his dick springing free as he slid down to sit on the cool tile. His hand firmly gripped the base of his wet cock before he began to stroke hard and fast. Jared was in his mind, his hips snapping to the same tune as Jensen’s hand until it all was lost in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. The world was spinning, even with his eyes shut Jensen felt as though he might fall from his place on the floor. His seed came out in long streams, painting his bare chest white. For a moment he could hardly breathe, wishing more than anything that he could simply hold Jared. The shower was more logical and so Jensen followed the orders his mind was giving, ignoring his instinct and the desperate pull of his body towards Jared
Chapter 4
“I’m sorry about trying to seduce you. Actually, I am mostly sorry it didn’t work.” Jared stared at Jensen before taking a swig of beer.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Jensen stared at Jared before taking a bite of fried chicken. “When I leave here I am going to seriously have to hit the gym.”
“We could have worked it off, hell we could still be working it off but no, you are denying your passion.” Jared rolled his eyes and made a dirty face that resembled a pout more than a glare.
“Are you really trying to nag me into sleeping with you? Does that work with your girlfriend?” Jensen paused for a moment before taking a deep drink of his alcohol. “After diner I think we should rip your kitchen apart. Tomorrow the cabinets I ordered will be installed and if we get it done tonight we don't have to rush then.”
“Does it always have to be all business?”
“We took a break this afternoon and look where that got us.” Jensen stared pointedly before lowering his eyes.
“Yeah, two boners and two very sexual charged guys. I should also mention I was forced to jack off, and to think I could have been buried deep inside of you.” Jared licked his lips, his eye traveling down Jensen’s body suggestively.
“Yeah, what do you think I was forced to do?” Jensen rolled his eyes and threw the rest of his half-eaten meal away.
“Exactly! Why can’t we just do it together? Getting off is more fun with a partner.” Jared stood, towering over Jensen and staring at him with puppy dog eyes.
“I think your size off sets your puppy eyes enough for me to resist. Come on, let’s destroy your kitchen.” Jensen shook his ass as he walked out of the room, his giggles echoing down the hall. If Jared was going to constantly hit on him, he might as well play the role of a tease.
“You bastard! You are doing that on purpose!”
“Take out your anger on the cabinets!” Jensen took the stairs two at a time, skipping down the hallway and into the kitchen.
“This room is so creepy; can’t we do it when there is at least sunlight to lighten things up?” Jared looked around in disgust at the dreary room. Even with the lights on it was still too dark to see the edges of the room.
“Did I mention I am adding major lights to this room? Like, loads of lights!” Jensen laughed as he picked up the sledgehammer, balancing it carefully before swinging it at the closest cupboards. The thick wood splintered and collapsed to the floor with a loud boom. “Wow, that felt good. Wanna try?”
“Yeah, sure. I guess I will just take my sexual tension out on the cupboards, how pathetic is that?” Jared took the hammer from Jensen, carefully weighing it in his hands before stepping forward to swing it into the next cupboard. Everything went flying, wood splintering off and falling to the floor.
Jared worked at destroying the cupboards while Jensen worked at removing the debris from the kitchen. The process was actually quite quick and within an hour the kitchen walls were bare. The counters and cupboards had been removed and the fridge and oven were pushed into the garage. Jared leaned against the bare wall; the paint was chipped and faded. Jensen panted and stared at the still grimy floor.
“I want to replace this floor. Let’s do it in classic oversized black and white tile.” Jensen was out of breath, a bead of sweat trailing down his forehead.
“Whatever you think is best, man.” Jared shrugged, his eyes closed. “Can we get shitfaced?”
“Is that really a good idea, all things considered?” Jensen stared at the exhausted man before him, his stomach churning.
“Yeah, I think it is. Come on, cut loose. If we end up naked and tangled in the sheets, well, we can blame the booze.” Jared opened his eyes and fixed them on Jensen, traveling from toe to head.
“If I do this you have to promise not to try and sleep with me.” Jensen couldn’t help the seriousness in his tone.
“Fine, fine. Come on, I stashed a bottle of Captain Morgan in my room.” Jared pulled himself from the wall and grabbed at Jensen’s arm in an attempt to motivate that man into moving.
“Fine.” Jensen followed Jared, who continued to pull him, up the stairs and down the long bleak hallway. Jared’s room was a sight for sore eyes.
“Oh captain, my captain!” Jared giggled as he pulled the bottle from under the couch. “My super secret hiding spot! The same place I used to hide my porn.”
“Let me get this straight: your stash for porn is under the couch? Um, most people try and clean under the couch?” Jensen shook his head as he stared Jared, unimpressed. “Just give me the damn bottle.”
“Don’t get bitchy, Jenny.” Jared tossed the bottle at his newest roommate, smiling sympathetically when Jensen stumbled and barely caught the bottle.
“Cheers, to a new and hopefully less scary house!” Jensen took a deep drink of the rum, cringing as it burned its way to his stomach. “Bottoms up, Jared.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice, baby boy.” Jared titled the bottle up and took a drink to match Jensen’s.
“Why are you with Sandy?” Jensen looked over at Jared, a small frown pulling at his lips.
“I don’t even know. Sometimes I wonder if I’m gay, but others I really just want a normal life, you know? Sandy represents normal and you’re pretty much everything else I have ever wanted. It is very confusing.” Jared shrugged before looking away, his eyes fixed on some distant point that was anywhere but Jensen.
“Why? You hardly know me?” Jensen stared at Jared, a faint blush painting his cheeks.
“I guess. I don’t know; you represent a fantasy, a dream man of sorts.” Jared was still staring off into space, his attention far away, focused on another time and place.
“Everyone has a dream guy, even I do. I fact, my dream guy is so perfect I can’t seem to let him go. I haven’t dated in forever, maybe it is fear but there is always that nagging feeling that I should hang on, that I should wait for prince charming.” Jensen stared at the far wall, moving to sit next to Jared on the couch.
“The problem is that you are all of that to me, and I thought that I could make it go away but it just isn’t. I wish you weren’t so damn perfect.” Jared didn’t sound angry; his tone was light despite the harsh words.
“Stop acting like you know me! If you really knew me you would stop hurting me. Every time you try to sleep with me it hurts. In fact, it tears me up. If you knew me, if I was your prince charming you wouldn’t be doing that.” Jensen shifted away, the booze causing his head to spin.
“I have been in love with you since ninth grade; I don’t think you are the one getting hurt, only the one doing the hurting.” Jared pulled himself from his bed, his long legs swiftly carrying him to the bathroom. The lock clicked securely into place before he slid down the length of the door.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jensen pulled himself free from the bed, moving to stand outside of the door. “You didn’t even know me in high school. We just freaking met, there is no way you are in love with me.”
“We went to the same high school, actually. You were a senior when I was a freshman. I…you came to my aid one day when a kid pushed me against the locker and I just became…I don't know, obsessed? After a while it just grew into this fantasy. When it really started to get serious with Sandy and I still wasn’t really over the fantasy you I had created in my mind I decided to look you up. I’m not a stalker, I was actually just going to Facebook you but then your business site came up, and I have wanted to redo this place, and I thought that it might help me move past you. The problem is that I’m not moving past you at all. In fact, I think I have tricked myself into thinking that we design our dream home and live happily ever after.” Jared pulled in a deep breath of air, his words had slurred together as the confession had wore on. His tongue was tying as the truth slid out in a tsunami of words, all mixing and combining, almost loosing his meaning as panic took hold of the wheel.
“And then what? Sandy suddenly gets left behind, her boyfriend suddenly coming out of the closet? Either way someone gets hurt! Maybe you thought I was great in high school because I happened to stop someone from hurting you, but things have changed. I’m weak, fragile, half-broken. You don’t even know me and I know without a doubt that I can’t stand up to the man you imagine me to be. Unless, of course, that man hides away from the world and avoids dating out of gut wrenching fear. If your idea of perfect comes with self-esteem as low as mine and enough emotional baggage to fill a small country, then it may be time to find a new fantasy.” Jensen let his head fall against the door, his frustration building as he took in the smell of old wood. It was all so complicated, so twisted and so wrong. There was nothing Jensen could do but let out an angry breath before closing his eyes. “Why did you have to do this? Why couldn’t we just ignore the sexual tension? We could have made it through this, and in the end you would have gotten over me, hell you may have even laughed at how silly it was for you to almost fall in love with me. It could have all been perfect. You could have been that guy that I sometimes think about when I’m lonely, a distant sign of hope. You could have been the final push to show me that not every guy is the same. I…you could have meant so much more. But now we have nothing because this was all some sick fantasy, it was a lie. I feel used, Jared. I…you don’t even know me!”
“I know you well enough to know that that big, long, over-dramatic speech was said out of fear. I mean, what if we did end up together and what if I actually turned out to be a good guy? What if things were better than a fantasy and then it was all ripped out from under you? Let me tell you something; Sandy is just a girl, someone to bide my time until I could find someone to compare to the person I fell in love with in high school. The only person I want to be with more than the man I made you out to be is you. Everything else is just details, and maybe right now you feel like a stalker tricked you into coming out to the middle of no where, and maybe it is scary that you slept in the same bed as someone who has had you in the spank bank for years…” Jared broke off for a moment, wishing he could take back the creepy line of thinking that had escaped his mouth. “But, uh, it isn’t all of those creepy things, is it? You are afraid of being hurt.”
“So, what if I am. At least I didn’t manipulate a situation to get someone into my bed.” Jensen was being petty, but some part of his was desperate to ignore the blatantly obvious truth in Jared’s words.
“At least I managed to get someone into my bed. I mean how long has it been for you, like a gazillion years?” Jared was glad the door was firmly separating him from Jensen, his wide grin was a sure give away of his relief.
“At least I’m not gritting my teeth and pretending to like vagina.” Jensen couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that escaped in a high-pitched squeak.
“At least I don’t squeak!”
“At least I’m not a freaking giant!”
“At least I don’t spend thirty minutes arranging my hair.”
“Spikes take effort! I am sexy and you know it.”
“I know, that is why I stalked you and convinced you to sleep in my bed. I also stole a lock of your hair for my shrine, just so you know.” Jared laughed, his legs sprawling out in front of him as he tried to pull in a breath.
“I wouldn’t be surprised, Jeffery Dahmer.” Jensen relaxed fully against the door, his body slacking as he let out a sigh that danced on the verge of a laugh. Out of breath, he stared at the bed before him. “So are you going to come out and show me if you are proportional, or is my assumption about the huge hummer being compensation true?” It was a bad idea, a terrible one in fact but he couldn’t help but go along with the feeling in his lower regions demanding he touch Jared. “Unless you want to be a drama queen and stay in the bathroom.”
“Wait, what?” Jared arched an eyebrow as he stared at the wall across from him, confusion lacing his voice.
“You win.”
“I win as in…?”
“You win, as in you’re right, I’m letting my fear stand in the way of something great. And, sure maybe you are a stalker and maybe you manipulated me but somehow it is one of the most romantic things I have ever heard, so I would like you to come out from behind the bathroom door and give me a movie worthy kiss.” Jensen couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at his lips. Sure, there were a million emotions and just moments ago he had been considering how much he hated the younger man but there had always been something nagging just under the surface, something that even through the long and dramatic speeches remained fluttering about in his stomach. Jensen couldn’t help but worry that he was falling in love.
“So, you have finally given up being a cock tease then?” Jared pulled himself from the cool tile in one smooth movement, his hand gripping the counter for support.
“I can’t promise I won’t tease, but I guarantee an orgasm.” Jensen chuckled before tapping on the door. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”
Jared turned the knob slowly, cracking the door ever so slightly to peek out at Jensen. A small smile tugged at Jared’s lips as he stared at the stunning man before him. Jensen’s hair was practically shimmering, even in the dull light. The perfect dotting of freckles glimmered on the man’s cheeks, his pale skin illuminating his features with halo like effect. Jared was taken back, not for the first time, by how perfect the man standing before him was. Jensen backed his way around the couch and towards the bed until his knees touched the bed and he fell backwards. With one finger Jensen beckoned his new lover, his eyes already darkened with lust.
The moment Jared’s fingers grazed Jensen’s cheek the older man felt as though he were finally alive for the first time. Everything was hypersensitive and each in take of breath brought with it the seductive aroma that could only be described as pure sex. Jared moved over Jensen, his hands hesitating before finally settling on the gently protruding hipbones bellow him. Lips crashed together as tongues instantly met in the perfect union, a dance they had never learned but knew by instinct alone. There was something in the small circling of Jared’s hips that drove blood into Jensen’s already heavy cock. The world was blurring, all Jensen could see was the hazel eyes of his lover. The sensations were sharp, burning like hot licks of flame. Clothes were scattered as the whirlwind of passion became too much to allow any separation to come between the two men. As bare chest touched at last Jensen let out a deep moan, arching into the touch while simultaneously rolling his hips up to bring their cocks together at last. Jared hesitated above him, a visible tremble running down the younger man’s body.
“Are you sure?” Jared’s eyes held both devotion and lust, the perfect swirl of everything Jensen had ever hoped to see in a lover’s eyes.
“With every fiber of my being.” Jensen sealed their lips together once more, his tongue snaking out to explore the warmth of his partner’s mouth.
Jared pulled away as his breath ran low, rolling over just enough to reach into the bedside drawer before returning to the burning skin-to-skin contact. Jared generously covered his fingers with the cherry scented lube, rubbing his fingers together before nudging at Jensen's legs to separate them. Jensen spread his legs, staring up at Jared for approval, a small blush staining his cheeks.
“You are so beautiful, Jenny.” Jared smiled sweetly as his fingers touched the puckered star. Jensen closed his eyes, as the blush grew deeper. “Look at me, baby. You have nothing to be ashamed of, everything about you is perfect.”
Jared leaned down to gently kiss each eyelid until Jensen opened his eyes once more, staring up at Jared with slight fear in his eyes. For a moment the world stood still as Jared gently pressed a finger into Jensen, the tight heat clenching around him. Each small movement of Jared’s finger sent chills down Jensen’s spine as the pleasure and pain mixed in a delicate waltz. As Jared added a second finger a bolt of pleasure through his body, every hair standing on end as he moaned out Jared’s name. Fingers began to stretch Jensen, prying him in half and then sending shivers of pleasure through him with each gentle brush against his prostate. It was all over whelming, his body arching off the bed only to fall back onto the too soft sheets.
Jared’s fingers slipped free causing Jensen to sigh in contempt, his hips circling in an attempt to make contact. His dick was heavy and leaking against his stomach, begging for attention. The sounds of a wrapper being torn pulled Jensen back to reality, his eyes traveling up the length of Jared’s firm body. The man seemed almost half God in his beauty, the tan skin and ridged muscle gleaming with a sparkling of dew like sweat. Jensen couldn’t help but think that he wanted the moment to last forever. His fingers trailed along the lines of muscle on Jared’s abdomen, wondering up to pinch at Jared’s nipple before moving to push brown locks from the man’s eyes.
Jared lined up and then slanted his lips over Jensen’s before finally pushing into the tight heat. Jensen’s muscles clenched, pulling Jared even further in. For a moment Jensen could only feel blinding pain, his eyes slammed close and his lips pulling away from his lovers. Jared’s arm snaked between their tense bodies, fingers wrapping around Jensen’s slowly softening cock. Slowly dragging his thumb over the head, Jared leaned in to kiss Jensen once more. Each gentle stroke of Jared’s hand brought Jensen away from the pain until at last his hips began to circle, testing the fullness of Jared’s cock in his too tight ass. Jared’s hips began to move on their own accord, slipping inches deeper into Jensen until their bodies were molded together.
“Was I compensating?” Jared’s voice was deep but hushed in Jensen’s ear, his breath leaving a trail of goose bumps along the other man’s neck. Kissing his way down the line of prickled skin, Jared latched onto Jensen’s lower neck in a desperate attempt to mark him as taken.
“God, no.” Jensen was practically writhing with pleasure and pain, his body rolling into each gentle circle of Jared’s hips.
“Can I keep you?” Jared’s question hung in the air before he began to pull his hips back, only to slam them forward again. Jensen’s breath was pushed out of his lungs as his prostate was brushed, Jared’s name hanging on his tongue. Each thrust brought Jared deeper and Jensen closer to the edge. The moments dragged on, time measured by each thrust. Jared tangled his fingers with his lovers, gripping tightly as he moaned out Jensen’s name. The sound went straight to Jensen’s cock, unleashing the swirling pleasure that had been building. Hot spurts of come shot out of Jensen, coating his bare chest. Jared’s name was repeated a million times as Jensen’s body shook. Jared followed suit immediately, filling the thin latex separating them with his seed. Rolling off of Jensen, Jared flopped onto the mattress and worked on slowing his breath.
“Wow.” Jensen’s voice was quite, exhaustion leaking through his words.
“You’re telling me. God you’re tight.” Jared sat up long enough to carefully remove the condom, flopping onto the bed once it was properly disposed of.
“Well, it has been like a gazillion years.” Jensen smiled lazily as he rolled over to look at Jared. “You look so hot all fucked out.”
“I, well I’ve never had sex with a guy before, so it was different, exciting. I’m glad it was with you.” Jared closed his eyes, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
“Wait, I was your first? Why…why didn’t you tell me before?” Jensen arched an eyebrow before sitting up to stare at Jared.
“Well, you were already so against it that I figured giving you another reason to not be with me wasn’t a good idea.” Jared shrugged, tucking Jensen’s pillow under his arm. “M’ tired.”
“I am so sick of lies, I hate that you are so secretive. I mean, I would still like you even if I knew from the beginning that you are a crazy stalker and I am pretty sure that accepting work from a stalker is a lot harder to deal with than finding out he has never slept with a man.” Jensen rolled his eyes before letting his upper body fall back to the mattress with a loud thump, the air pushing out of his lungs for a brief moment.
“Maybe you would have accepted me but you never would have fucked me.” Jared’s lips pulled into a pout before he buried his face into the pillow for comfort.
“You shouldn’t just assume things. If you knew me better than you would know that this is such a big deal for me, and you would know that there is almost nothing you could say now that would change my mind about you. I have felt this way since the moment I first saw you and if you had been completely honest from the beginning I would still be laying here.” Jensen leaned in to kiss Jared’s plush locks before rolling to face the other wall.
“You say that now, but eventually you will go running for the hills.” Jared’s voice was muffled by the pillow, an overwhelming sadness in his voice even through the layers of cotton.
“Maybe, maybe not. In either case there is no point in fretting over the future, what happens, happens. We are too far gone to fix this mess now.” Jared shrugged and closed his eyes.
Jensen couldn’t sleep, even after the mind-blowing sex. The minutes ticked by, Jared’s snores confirmed that he was in fact asleep but Jensen’s eyes remained fixed on he ceiling. He did not regret sleeping with Jared, but the constant bickering was a terrifying sign that things would not work between them. It felt like the entire world was pushing for them to remain separated but the strange swirling in his stomach was constantly pulling him towards Jared. They shared a strange connection; something he couldn’t help but worry would break. Jensen made a silent vow to himself that he would make more of an effort to understand Jared’s perspective, no matter how insane the man seemed. Part 3
Chapter 3
“What is this place meant to be? A breakfast nook of some kind?” Jensen stared around in wonder at the small, circular room. It was located just off of the kitchen but the feel was completely different.
“Yeah, once upon a time I think it was the tea room. I have always really liked this room; anytime I was with my mother I was typically in here playing. It needs some major help, though. I mean, it is far too dusty to eat in at the moment.” Jared stared up at the ceiling that came to a perfect point, reveling in how gazebo like the room was. Windows lined most of the circular walls, making it the lightest room in the house.
“I think this room would look great in a light green color. It is so open and bright that I think white would look too plain. Light green will not only add character and lighten the room, but it will set this room apart from the rest of the house.” Jensen walked around the empty space for a few seconds, imagining what type of table might belong in such a unique room. A glint from the window caught his eyes, the green orbs staring out at the endless expanse of emerald grass, disrupted only by the shimmering blue of a pool. “Wow your back yard is, well, completely different from your front yard. I didn’t know about the pool.”
“Yeah, I need to have someone fix up the front yard a bit. The pool is actually as old as this house. It is strange because it is made out of stone and quite deep. It is like a really deep pond lined with stone. There is no shallow end.” Jared shrugged as he stared out at the blue. “When I decided to come, I had it cleaned and filled again. The man who I hired to take care of the place after my mom died did a good job of keeping everything in good shape, even the back gardens.”
“Have you gone swimming yet?” Jensen stared up at the bright blue sky clashing against the tall trees on the edge of the property. It was the first sign of sun he had seen since he had arrived.
“No, it rained the first week and it didn’t stop until today. I figured it would make you uncomfortable if I invited you to swim. I mean…I don’t know if you even packed a swimsuit.” Jared shrugged as he continued to stare at the overwhelming blue and green just beyond the windows.
“I like swimming. I was actually on the swim team in high school.” Jensen grinned, a small blush lining his features. “It was the only way I could openly stare at men in tiny shorts without being called gay.”
“I was on my swim team.” Jared smiled, his dimples flashing for a second before he wondered back into the depressing gloom of the kitchen. “Did you bring swimming trunks?”
“No, but I did bring something to wear for swimming. I’ll meet you out there, well, if you can explain how I get outside without going out the front door and walking around?” Jensen’s question was met with a smile and a careless toss of brown locks before the door was at last pointed at. The walk up the stairs and into the room he had been sharing with Jared felt like a routine, as though they had always shared a room. For an odd moment the old house felt like home, Jensen pushed away the feeling and pulled on his swimwear, leaving the house and his worries behind.
“Holy cow, is that left over from high school? The thing is tiny!” Jared’s laugh echoed off the pool walls, his body gleaming in the bright sunlight. For a moment Jensen was lost in the sight of Jared wet and glistening, it was an image straight out of every gay man and straight woman’s dreams.
“Well, excuse me for getting used to wearing a speedo. I’ll have you know most people think it suits my body.” Jensen was blushing, his freckles blending into the red stain on his cheeks.
“You really do have fair skin, I mean you aren’t too pale or anything but it looks like you are already getting sunburn there.” Jared laughed as he lazily relaxed onto his back and used his arms to paddle his way to side of the pool. Jensen’s mouth was nearly open and drooling as the other man’s muscles tensed as he pulled himself from the water. “Here, I’ll put sunscreen on your back and then you can do mine?”
“I, uh, yeah okay. I mean it is always good to be safe and use protection. Oh! No, like protection from the sun, not from anything else. Not that I don’t use protection, I just mean that I don’t need it now?” Jensen let his head fall so that he could examine his bare feet, the blush on his cheeks now expanding to engulf his features.
“Aw you are so cute when you’re nervous, blushing and looking down while wearing that fucking tight speedo. It really doesn’t leave much to the imagination you know?” Jared was laughing as he squirted a good-sized glob of white lotion onto his hand. The smell was all too familiar, instantly taking him back to his younger years by the pool. The lotion was cold as he ran a solitary finger through before softly running it down Jensen’s back, so slow it was almost painful. Fingering on more of the oily lotion Jared began to move his fingers in slow circles as the lotion was slowly absorbed. Working over the tight skin and ridged muscle, Jared moved towards Jensen’s shoulders to slowly cover the freckles dotting the smaller man’s back.
The painstakingly slow movement of Jared’s fingers was sending blood rushing to Jensen’s already half-hard cock. For a moment Jensen couldn’t help but wish he had chosen a more modest bathing suit, one capable of at least somewhat hiding the growing erection now tenting his speedo. Jared’s fingers began to venture lower, curving around his side for a moment before slipping to his lower back. Each slow drag of Jared’s thick fingers was sending chills down Jensen’s spine, until at last paused to retrieve more lotion.
It was a never-ending game of torture as Jared moved to coat the back of Jensen’s calves, slowly sliding up towards his thighs. Thick fingers moved along the sensitive area behind Jensen’s knee, cause his legs to tremble ever so slightly. The lotion was cold and his skin felt as though a fire had consumed it, licking at all of his sensitive nerves. But Jared’s fingers were merciless, moving on their own accord up and up until the back of his thighs were covered. It felt as though Jared were worshiping Jensen’s body, learning every curve and memorizing the way the skin felt under his hand. Jensen’s dick was so heavy he felt as though he might combust if Jared didn’t caress that area as well. Before a moan could slip out, Jared’s hands were molded to Jensen’s ass for a brief second before he stepped away all together.
“On second thought, I did already put lotion on, I’m sure my back will be fine.” Jared grinned before jumping into the pool, sending a splash in the general direction of a very confused and sexual frustrated Jensen.
“I uh I’ll be in soon I just uh.” Jensen was stuttering and blushing, his hands attempting to cover his obvious boner.
“Dude, it’s all good. I had a bit of wood going on myself. The water is pretty warm, it won’t take care of the problem but it will sure as hell hide that monster better than your hands.” Jared laughed, splashing water up at Jensen with a push of his massive hand. Jensen cautiously stepped towards the pool, sighing in frustration as Jared watched his every move.
“Could you at least be polite and turn around?” Jensen rolled his eyes and turned away from Jared in an attempt at modesty.
“I maintain if I give someone wood, I get to watch as they awkwardly try to hide it.” Jared was laughing again, making Jensen want to curl up in a ball and die.
“That makes no sense. Why can’t you just be normal for once and not torture me?”
“Fine, ruin all of my fun. Be that way.” Jared huffed as he turned around to face the opposite direction, dramatically rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “Modest little Jenny ruining all of my fun.”
“One moment you are making fun of me for showing too much skin, now I am too modest. I just can’t win with you.” Jensen was pouting, his lips pulling down into a frown as he slipped into the warm water. Sigh in relief once his waist was covered. “You can look now.”
“I already got a pretty good look but I wouldn’t mind looking again.” Jared turned around, a wide grin stretching across his face and dimples that simply begged to be kissed appearing.
“Has it ever occurred to you that this is awkward for me?” Jensen stared expectantly, his green eyes burning into Jared’s hazel ones.
“Has it ever occurred to you that you really turn me on and I would die to fuck you right now?” Jared’s voice was deeper than normal, his mannerisms instantly changing as he stepped closer to Jensen.
“Jared, stop. You have a girlfriend, this is wrong.” Jensen was saying it was wrong, speaking out of pure logic but his body was demanding that he close the distance between them. His body was not listening to logic.
“Jensen, does that really matter? We have something buzzing between us and God I want to taste you, I want to test out this crazy attraction we have going on. You can lie and say you don’t want it but I can feel you and we aren’t even touching.”
“Look, I’m going to go inside and work on finding the right color of paint for that breakfast nook. You go, I don’t know, jack off or something.” Jensen swam towards the edge of the pool, hastily pulling himself from the warm comfort of the water. The air felt chilled as he quickly walked inside.
On the way towards the bedroom Jensen thought about turning around a million times. Images of Jared’s lips wrapped around Jensen’s leaking cock filled his mind as blood once again filled his cock. Grabbing his clothes, Jensen hastily locked himself in the bathroom. His hands pushed away the clinging material of his speedo, his dick springing free as he slid down to sit on the cool tile. His hand firmly gripped the base of his wet cock before he began to stroke hard and fast. Jared was in his mind, his hips snapping to the same tune as Jensen’s hand until it all was lost in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. The world was spinning, even with his eyes shut Jensen felt as though he might fall from his place on the floor. His seed came out in long streams, painting his bare chest white. For a moment he could hardly breathe, wishing more than anything that he could simply hold Jared. The shower was more logical and so Jensen followed the orders his mind was giving, ignoring his instinct and the desperate pull of his body towards Jared
Chapter 4
“I’m sorry about trying to seduce you. Actually, I am mostly sorry it didn’t work.” Jared stared at Jensen before taking a swig of beer.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Jensen stared at Jared before taking a bite of fried chicken. “When I leave here I am going to seriously have to hit the gym.”
“We could have worked it off, hell we could still be working it off but no, you are denying your passion.” Jared rolled his eyes and made a dirty face that resembled a pout more than a glare.
“Are you really trying to nag me into sleeping with you? Does that work with your girlfriend?” Jensen paused for a moment before taking a deep drink of his alcohol. “After diner I think we should rip your kitchen apart. Tomorrow the cabinets I ordered will be installed and if we get it done tonight we don't have to rush then.”
“Does it always have to be all business?”
“We took a break this afternoon and look where that got us.” Jensen stared pointedly before lowering his eyes.
“Yeah, two boners and two very sexual charged guys. I should also mention I was forced to jack off, and to think I could have been buried deep inside of you.” Jared licked his lips, his eye traveling down Jensen’s body suggestively.
“Yeah, what do you think I was forced to do?” Jensen rolled his eyes and threw the rest of his half-eaten meal away.
“Exactly! Why can’t we just do it together? Getting off is more fun with a partner.” Jared stood, towering over Jensen and staring at him with puppy dog eyes.
“I think your size off sets your puppy eyes enough for me to resist. Come on, let’s destroy your kitchen.” Jensen shook his ass as he walked out of the room, his giggles echoing down the hall. If Jared was going to constantly hit on him, he might as well play the role of a tease.
“You bastard! You are doing that on purpose!”
“Take out your anger on the cabinets!” Jensen took the stairs two at a time, skipping down the hallway and into the kitchen.
“This room is so creepy; can’t we do it when there is at least sunlight to lighten things up?” Jared looked around in disgust at the dreary room. Even with the lights on it was still too dark to see the edges of the room.
“Did I mention I am adding major lights to this room? Like, loads of lights!” Jensen laughed as he picked up the sledgehammer, balancing it carefully before swinging it at the closest cupboards. The thick wood splintered and collapsed to the floor with a loud boom. “Wow, that felt good. Wanna try?”
“Yeah, sure. I guess I will just take my sexual tension out on the cupboards, how pathetic is that?” Jared took the hammer from Jensen, carefully weighing it in his hands before stepping forward to swing it into the next cupboard. Everything went flying, wood splintering off and falling to the floor.
Jared worked at destroying the cupboards while Jensen worked at removing the debris from the kitchen. The process was actually quite quick and within an hour the kitchen walls were bare. The counters and cupboards had been removed and the fridge and oven were pushed into the garage. Jared leaned against the bare wall; the paint was chipped and faded. Jensen panted and stared at the still grimy floor.
“I want to replace this floor. Let’s do it in classic oversized black and white tile.” Jensen was out of breath, a bead of sweat trailing down his forehead.
“Whatever you think is best, man.” Jared shrugged, his eyes closed. “Can we get shitfaced?”
“Is that really a good idea, all things considered?” Jensen stared at the exhausted man before him, his stomach churning.
“Yeah, I think it is. Come on, cut loose. If we end up naked and tangled in the sheets, well, we can blame the booze.” Jared opened his eyes and fixed them on Jensen, traveling from toe to head.
“If I do this you have to promise not to try and sleep with me.” Jensen couldn’t help the seriousness in his tone.
“Fine, fine. Come on, I stashed a bottle of Captain Morgan in my room.” Jared pulled himself from the wall and grabbed at Jensen’s arm in an attempt to motivate that man into moving.
“Fine.” Jensen followed Jared, who continued to pull him, up the stairs and down the long bleak hallway. Jared’s room was a sight for sore eyes.
“Oh captain, my captain!” Jared giggled as he pulled the bottle from under the couch. “My super secret hiding spot! The same place I used to hide my porn.”
“Let me get this straight: your stash for porn is under the couch? Um, most people try and clean under the couch?” Jensen shook his head as he stared Jared, unimpressed. “Just give me the damn bottle.”
“Don’t get bitchy, Jenny.” Jared tossed the bottle at his newest roommate, smiling sympathetically when Jensen stumbled and barely caught the bottle.
“Cheers, to a new and hopefully less scary house!” Jensen took a deep drink of the rum, cringing as it burned its way to his stomach. “Bottoms up, Jared.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice, baby boy.” Jared titled the bottle up and took a drink to match Jensen’s.
“Why are you with Sandy?” Jensen looked over at Jared, a small frown pulling at his lips.
“I don’t even know. Sometimes I wonder if I’m gay, but others I really just want a normal life, you know? Sandy represents normal and you’re pretty much everything else I have ever wanted. It is very confusing.” Jared shrugged before looking away, his eyes fixed on some distant point that was anywhere but Jensen.
“Why? You hardly know me?” Jensen stared at Jared, a faint blush painting his cheeks.
“I guess. I don’t know; you represent a fantasy, a dream man of sorts.” Jared was still staring off into space, his attention far away, focused on another time and place.
“Everyone has a dream guy, even I do. I fact, my dream guy is so perfect I can’t seem to let him go. I haven’t dated in forever, maybe it is fear but there is always that nagging feeling that I should hang on, that I should wait for prince charming.” Jensen stared at the far wall, moving to sit next to Jared on the couch.
“The problem is that you are all of that to me, and I thought that I could make it go away but it just isn’t. I wish you weren’t so damn perfect.” Jared didn’t sound angry; his tone was light despite the harsh words.
“Stop acting like you know me! If you really knew me you would stop hurting me. Every time you try to sleep with me it hurts. In fact, it tears me up. If you knew me, if I was your prince charming you wouldn’t be doing that.” Jensen shifted away, the booze causing his head to spin.
“I have been in love with you since ninth grade; I don’t think you are the one getting hurt, only the one doing the hurting.” Jared pulled himself from his bed, his long legs swiftly carrying him to the bathroom. The lock clicked securely into place before he slid down the length of the door.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jensen pulled himself free from the bed, moving to stand outside of the door. “You didn’t even know me in high school. We just freaking met, there is no way you are in love with me.”
“We went to the same high school, actually. You were a senior when I was a freshman. I…you came to my aid one day when a kid pushed me against the locker and I just became…I don't know, obsessed? After a while it just grew into this fantasy. When it really started to get serious with Sandy and I still wasn’t really over the fantasy you I had created in my mind I decided to look you up. I’m not a stalker, I was actually just going to Facebook you but then your business site came up, and I have wanted to redo this place, and I thought that it might help me move past you. The problem is that I’m not moving past you at all. In fact, I think I have tricked myself into thinking that we design our dream home and live happily ever after.” Jared pulled in a deep breath of air, his words had slurred together as the confession had wore on. His tongue was tying as the truth slid out in a tsunami of words, all mixing and combining, almost loosing his meaning as panic took hold of the wheel.
“And then what? Sandy suddenly gets left behind, her boyfriend suddenly coming out of the closet? Either way someone gets hurt! Maybe you thought I was great in high school because I happened to stop someone from hurting you, but things have changed. I’m weak, fragile, half-broken. You don’t even know me and I know without a doubt that I can’t stand up to the man you imagine me to be. Unless, of course, that man hides away from the world and avoids dating out of gut wrenching fear. If your idea of perfect comes with self-esteem as low as mine and enough emotional baggage to fill a small country, then it may be time to find a new fantasy.” Jensen let his head fall against the door, his frustration building as he took in the smell of old wood. It was all so complicated, so twisted and so wrong. There was nothing Jensen could do but let out an angry breath before closing his eyes. “Why did you have to do this? Why couldn’t we just ignore the sexual tension? We could have made it through this, and in the end you would have gotten over me, hell you may have even laughed at how silly it was for you to almost fall in love with me. It could have all been perfect. You could have been that guy that I sometimes think about when I’m lonely, a distant sign of hope. You could have been the final push to show me that not every guy is the same. I…you could have meant so much more. But now we have nothing because this was all some sick fantasy, it was a lie. I feel used, Jared. I…you don’t even know me!”
“I know you well enough to know that that big, long, over-dramatic speech was said out of fear. I mean, what if we did end up together and what if I actually turned out to be a good guy? What if things were better than a fantasy and then it was all ripped out from under you? Let me tell you something; Sandy is just a girl, someone to bide my time until I could find someone to compare to the person I fell in love with in high school. The only person I want to be with more than the man I made you out to be is you. Everything else is just details, and maybe right now you feel like a stalker tricked you into coming out to the middle of no where, and maybe it is scary that you slept in the same bed as someone who has had you in the spank bank for years…” Jared broke off for a moment, wishing he could take back the creepy line of thinking that had escaped his mouth. “But, uh, it isn’t all of those creepy things, is it? You are afraid of being hurt.”
“So, what if I am. At least I didn’t manipulate a situation to get someone into my bed.” Jensen was being petty, but some part of his was desperate to ignore the blatantly obvious truth in Jared’s words.
“At least I managed to get someone into my bed. I mean how long has it been for you, like a gazillion years?” Jared was glad the door was firmly separating him from Jensen, his wide grin was a sure give away of his relief.
“At least I’m not gritting my teeth and pretending to like vagina.” Jensen couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that escaped in a high-pitched squeak.
“At least I don’t squeak!”
“At least I’m not a freaking giant!”
“At least I don’t spend thirty minutes arranging my hair.”
“Spikes take effort! I am sexy and you know it.”
“I know, that is why I stalked you and convinced you to sleep in my bed. I also stole a lock of your hair for my shrine, just so you know.” Jared laughed, his legs sprawling out in front of him as he tried to pull in a breath.
“I wouldn’t be surprised, Jeffery Dahmer.” Jensen relaxed fully against the door, his body slacking as he let out a sigh that danced on the verge of a laugh. Out of breath, he stared at the bed before him. “So are you going to come out and show me if you are proportional, or is my assumption about the huge hummer being compensation true?” It was a bad idea, a terrible one in fact but he couldn’t help but go along with the feeling in his lower regions demanding he touch Jared. “Unless you want to be a drama queen and stay in the bathroom.”
“Wait, what?” Jared arched an eyebrow as he stared at the wall across from him, confusion lacing his voice.
“You win.”
“I win as in…?”
“You win, as in you’re right, I’m letting my fear stand in the way of something great. And, sure maybe you are a stalker and maybe you manipulated me but somehow it is one of the most romantic things I have ever heard, so I would like you to come out from behind the bathroom door and give me a movie worthy kiss.” Jensen couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at his lips. Sure, there were a million emotions and just moments ago he had been considering how much he hated the younger man but there had always been something nagging just under the surface, something that even through the long and dramatic speeches remained fluttering about in his stomach. Jensen couldn’t help but worry that he was falling in love.
“So, you have finally given up being a cock tease then?” Jared pulled himself from the cool tile in one smooth movement, his hand gripping the counter for support.
“I can’t promise I won’t tease, but I guarantee an orgasm.” Jensen chuckled before tapping on the door. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”
Jared turned the knob slowly, cracking the door ever so slightly to peek out at Jensen. A small smile tugged at Jared’s lips as he stared at the stunning man before him. Jensen’s hair was practically shimmering, even in the dull light. The perfect dotting of freckles glimmered on the man’s cheeks, his pale skin illuminating his features with halo like effect. Jared was taken back, not for the first time, by how perfect the man standing before him was. Jensen backed his way around the couch and towards the bed until his knees touched the bed and he fell backwards. With one finger Jensen beckoned his new lover, his eyes already darkened with lust.
The moment Jared’s fingers grazed Jensen’s cheek the older man felt as though he were finally alive for the first time. Everything was hypersensitive and each in take of breath brought with it the seductive aroma that could only be described as pure sex. Jared moved over Jensen, his hands hesitating before finally settling on the gently protruding hipbones bellow him. Lips crashed together as tongues instantly met in the perfect union, a dance they had never learned but knew by instinct alone. There was something in the small circling of Jared’s hips that drove blood into Jensen’s already heavy cock. The world was blurring, all Jensen could see was the hazel eyes of his lover. The sensations were sharp, burning like hot licks of flame. Clothes were scattered as the whirlwind of passion became too much to allow any separation to come between the two men. As bare chest touched at last Jensen let out a deep moan, arching into the touch while simultaneously rolling his hips up to bring their cocks together at last. Jared hesitated above him, a visible tremble running down the younger man’s body.
“Are you sure?” Jared’s eyes held both devotion and lust, the perfect swirl of everything Jensen had ever hoped to see in a lover’s eyes.
“With every fiber of my being.” Jensen sealed their lips together once more, his tongue snaking out to explore the warmth of his partner’s mouth.
Jared pulled away as his breath ran low, rolling over just enough to reach into the bedside drawer before returning to the burning skin-to-skin contact. Jared generously covered his fingers with the cherry scented lube, rubbing his fingers together before nudging at Jensen's legs to separate them. Jensen spread his legs, staring up at Jared for approval, a small blush staining his cheeks.
“You are so beautiful, Jenny.” Jared smiled sweetly as his fingers touched the puckered star. Jensen closed his eyes, as the blush grew deeper. “Look at me, baby. You have nothing to be ashamed of, everything about you is perfect.”
Jared leaned down to gently kiss each eyelid until Jensen opened his eyes once more, staring up at Jared with slight fear in his eyes. For a moment the world stood still as Jared gently pressed a finger into Jensen, the tight heat clenching around him. Each small movement of Jared’s finger sent chills down Jensen’s spine as the pleasure and pain mixed in a delicate waltz. As Jared added a second finger a bolt of pleasure through his body, every hair standing on end as he moaned out Jared’s name. Fingers began to stretch Jensen, prying him in half and then sending shivers of pleasure through him with each gentle brush against his prostate. It was all over whelming, his body arching off the bed only to fall back onto the too soft sheets.
Jared’s fingers slipped free causing Jensen to sigh in contempt, his hips circling in an attempt to make contact. His dick was heavy and leaking against his stomach, begging for attention. The sounds of a wrapper being torn pulled Jensen back to reality, his eyes traveling up the length of Jared’s firm body. The man seemed almost half God in his beauty, the tan skin and ridged muscle gleaming with a sparkling of dew like sweat. Jensen couldn’t help but think that he wanted the moment to last forever. His fingers trailed along the lines of muscle on Jared’s abdomen, wondering up to pinch at Jared’s nipple before moving to push brown locks from the man’s eyes.
Jared lined up and then slanted his lips over Jensen’s before finally pushing into the tight heat. Jensen’s muscles clenched, pulling Jared even further in. For a moment Jensen could only feel blinding pain, his eyes slammed close and his lips pulling away from his lovers. Jared’s arm snaked between their tense bodies, fingers wrapping around Jensen’s slowly softening cock. Slowly dragging his thumb over the head, Jared leaned in to kiss Jensen once more. Each gentle stroke of Jared’s hand brought Jensen away from the pain until at last his hips began to circle, testing the fullness of Jared’s cock in his too tight ass. Jared’s hips began to move on their own accord, slipping inches deeper into Jensen until their bodies were molded together.
“Was I compensating?” Jared’s voice was deep but hushed in Jensen’s ear, his breath leaving a trail of goose bumps along the other man’s neck. Kissing his way down the line of prickled skin, Jared latched onto Jensen’s lower neck in a desperate attempt to mark him as taken.
“God, no.” Jensen was practically writhing with pleasure and pain, his body rolling into each gentle circle of Jared’s hips.
“Can I keep you?” Jared’s question hung in the air before he began to pull his hips back, only to slam them forward again. Jensen’s breath was pushed out of his lungs as his prostate was brushed, Jared’s name hanging on his tongue. Each thrust brought Jared deeper and Jensen closer to the edge. The moments dragged on, time measured by each thrust. Jared tangled his fingers with his lovers, gripping tightly as he moaned out Jensen’s name. The sound went straight to Jensen’s cock, unleashing the swirling pleasure that had been building. Hot spurts of come shot out of Jensen, coating his bare chest. Jared’s name was repeated a million times as Jensen’s body shook. Jared followed suit immediately, filling the thin latex separating them with his seed. Rolling off of Jensen, Jared flopped onto the mattress and worked on slowing his breath.
“Wow.” Jensen’s voice was quite, exhaustion leaking through his words.
“You’re telling me. God you’re tight.” Jared sat up long enough to carefully remove the condom, flopping onto the bed once it was properly disposed of.
“Well, it has been like a gazillion years.” Jensen smiled lazily as he rolled over to look at Jared. “You look so hot all fucked out.”
“I, well I’ve never had sex with a guy before, so it was different, exciting. I’m glad it was with you.” Jared closed his eyes, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
“Wait, I was your first? Why…why didn’t you tell me before?” Jensen arched an eyebrow before sitting up to stare at Jared.
“Well, you were already so against it that I figured giving you another reason to not be with me wasn’t a good idea.” Jared shrugged, tucking Jensen’s pillow under his arm. “M’ tired.”
“I am so sick of lies, I hate that you are so secretive. I mean, I would still like you even if I knew from the beginning that you are a crazy stalker and I am pretty sure that accepting work from a stalker is a lot harder to deal with than finding out he has never slept with a man.” Jensen rolled his eyes before letting his upper body fall back to the mattress with a loud thump, the air pushing out of his lungs for a brief moment.
“Maybe you would have accepted me but you never would have fucked me.” Jared’s lips pulled into a pout before he buried his face into the pillow for comfort.
“You shouldn’t just assume things. If you knew me better than you would know that this is such a big deal for me, and you would know that there is almost nothing you could say now that would change my mind about you. I have felt this way since the moment I first saw you and if you had been completely honest from the beginning I would still be laying here.” Jensen leaned in to kiss Jared’s plush locks before rolling to face the other wall.
“You say that now, but eventually you will go running for the hills.” Jared’s voice was muffled by the pillow, an overwhelming sadness in his voice even through the layers of cotton.
“Maybe, maybe not. In either case there is no point in fretting over the future, what happens, happens. We are too far gone to fix this mess now.” Jared shrugged and closed his eyes.
Jensen couldn’t sleep, even after the mind-blowing sex. The minutes ticked by, Jared’s snores confirmed that he was in fact asleep but Jensen’s eyes remained fixed on he ceiling. He did not regret sleeping with Jared, but the constant bickering was a terrifying sign that things would not work between them. It felt like the entire world was pushing for them to remain separated but the strange swirling in his stomach was constantly pulling him towards Jared. They shared a strange connection; something he couldn’t help but worry would break. Jensen made a silent vow to himself that he would make more of an effort to understand Jared’s perspective, no matter how insane the man seemed. Part 3