Fic: Break Me Apart to Fix the Shattered Pieces of Your Soul Epilogue
Title: Break Me Apart to Fix the Shattered Pieces of Your Soul Epilogue
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“There it is.”
Jensen crossed the living room and grabbed his cell up off the coffee table before spinning on his heel and heading back towards the stairs.
Shit lot of good it would have done, telling Aden that he could call at any hour if he wanted to come home from his first sleep over if Jensen didn’t hear the damn phone because he had forgotten it downstairs. But it wasn’t just that Aden would have had to get Markus’ dad to drive him home in the middle of the night that would have made Jensen feel like a heel.
It had been a long couple of months since that night in the hospital when he and Aden had finally managed to make some headway back to being father and son. And this was the first time that something like this, with Aden depending on him to be there just in case had come up and Jensen wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize that trust. Not after the hard talks and long hours it had taken to get to the point where Aden actually respected him again and he didn’t feel like he was fighting against a brick wall every time he tried talking to his son.
As much as it ripped him apart to think about it, it had taken what had happened to Jared for this to even happen. Jensen liked to think that eventually he and Aden would have worked things out and become a family again but in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep because of his twisting thoughts, sometimes he thought that was a lie. That the unfortunate truth of the matter was that what it took to fix something so broken had to be a shared tragedy.
But at least there was a silver lining because it wasn’t a complete tragedy.
The hospital had kept Jared for a month, running tests and making him go to physio for his right hip which, although, not broken was damaged enough to warrant a cane and some painful exercises. The hospital’s Optometrist had come and spoken to Jared about surgery to remove as much of the scarring on his cornea as possible but Jared had declined for the time being, ready and eager to get out of the hospital and no amount of Jensen trying to persuade him had changed his mind.
But at least that was the only roadblock they hit in that month. Between visits from Aden and after Jared’s family had gone back to Texas, and their friends had come and gone, they had started to talk. Talk like they used to and instead of falling back on yelling and accusations, they actually managed to start working on their problems.
It turned out that if they would have just listened to each other instead of being bull-headed asses, things would never have gotten that bad. Not that Jensen didn’t already know that, but it was nice to know that Jared and he were finally on the same page again.
Admittedly, he had been worried that Jared would want to head right back to work once he was released, regardless of all the heart to hearts they had had but he had been pleasantly surprised. Not that Jared didn’t intend to go back to the series in the near future but the writers had written him out, his character shot and in a coma and Jensen did not want to think about that, for the time being because, in the beginning they weren’t sure if he would be coming back and then later, so he had ample time to heal.
Things weren’t perfect, they still fought over stupid shit but they didn’t shy away from each other or their problems anymore. And as Jensen walked back into their bedroom to find Jared naked and leering at him from the centre of their bed while smearing lube on his cock, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
***
Jared rolled his eyes as he watched Jensen’s naked backside disappear from the room.
He understood why it was important for Jensen to have his cell nearby, got that it was more for Jensen’s piece of mind than in case Aden called but Jared would let him keep the little white lie if he felt the need to. After all it wasn’t like he hadn’t kept a few bigger things from Jensen since he had woken up.
But how exactly was he supposed to explain to him about what had happened when he had been in a coma? Maybe Jensen could have accepted that Jared had had an out of body experience, especially when he could have told Jensen about everything he had seen and heard, including the phone calls to Mike and Jared’s parents but the old guy? Probably not so much. Especially once Jared finally figured out who the old man had been.
The whole experience had had Jared too twisted up, first with his fear for Jensen as he had slept on unawares and then later as panic started to claw at him, for it to register that the guy had called him wnuk. Wnuk, which was Polish for grandson.
Jared had never met his mother’s father since he had died long before Jared had even been a serious consideration for his mother. Though the man had made a lasting impression thanks to what Jared’s mother’s mother had started by not letting his mom say goodbye to the man before he died. But Jared also knew that he wasn’t the old man who had come to his hospital room. And yet, it couldn’t be his grandfather from his dad’s side because he was still alive and kicking.
But who else would call him wnuk? Would consider him a grandson but his own grandfathers?
It had been his great grandfather who had immigrated to America back in 1929 and Jared could remember his mother’s mother telling tales about how hard it had been back during the depression for her family because he had to leave the family farm to find work so that they could survive. It had been his great grandmother Fela who had passed away from pneumonia in the early months of 1939 and his great grandfather had never been the same from the time when he returned to the farm in May of that year until he died in 1940.
It had been his great grandfather who had come to send him back so that Jared could fix the mistakes with Jensen that his great grandfather couldn’t with Jared’s great grandmother and regretted for the rest of his life.
But how was he supposed to tell Jensen that? If he had been in Jensen’s place, Jared would be worried that maybe there was some trauma to Jensen’s head that all the scans had missed.
So he kept the whole story to himself for both their sanities.
Besides they had bigger problems in their lives to fix. His and Jensen’s relationship. Jensen’s and Aden’s. And maybe, in the near future, his mother’s and Jensen’s and his mother’s and his because he wasn’t anymore happier with her than Jensen was if the truth were to be told. That was now and that was what he could help with. He couldn’t fix mistakes of the past but he could learn from them and with the advice of a little old man in dirty clothes who was seventy years gone he was damned and determined to not only not repeating them but also to make life better.
Jensen’s bare feet against the hardwood in the hall brought him out of his musings. Things had been just starting to get interesting when Jensen had remembered that his cell was still downstairs and had taken off to grab it.
Jared rubbed at his blurry right eye, without his new glasses it was a constant pain but he’d take that over being blind in one eye, before propping himself up higher against the headboard, dribbling lube over his hard cock and stroking it slowly and smirking as Jensen walked back into the room.
“We have the house to ourselves tonight.” He growled, crooked a finger and motioned for Jensen to get back on the bed. “Don’t make me come and get you.”
Jensen’s laughter was light and carefree as he set the cell on the nightstand beside the bed and climbed onto the mattress. “Pushy bastard.”
He wrapped his hands around Jensen’s hips and pulled until he was straddling him, “Yeah, and is that a problem?”
Jensen shuddered and reached back to guide Jared’s cock home, “Nope.”
“Good.” He hissed as the head of his cock slid past the loosened ring of muscle.
Jensen keened softly as his hips worked and he slid further down Jared’s length. “God.” He groaned and let his forehead fall to rest against Jared’s shoulder. “It feels good.”
His head fell back against the headboard and he let his eyes slide closed, just letting the feeling of Jensen letting him in envelop him. It was one of many things he didn’t take for granted anymore not because of almost dying but because he just hadn’t appreciated it before that. For the last few years they had been too busy fighting or fucking their anger out that the little things fell to the wayside and were forgotten.
He had no intention of letting that happen again.
“Jay,” Jensen whined in his chest and shifted his hips in a tight circle. “Are you falling asleep on me? ‘Cause I will finish this without you.”
Chuckling, he tightened his grip on Jensen’s hips and lifted him up before pulling him back down. “Does somebody need to get laid?”
“What do you think?” He snapped back before biting into his shoulder, “Now shut up and fuck me.”
Jared pulled his legs up and braced his feet flat on the bed while simultaneously giving Jensen a brace for his back. “Be easier if you were on your back if you ain’t gonna help.”
Jensen snorted before lifting up on his own and started to control the rhythm, keeping things slow for now. “Yeah, cause your hip didn’t cramp up the last time we tried missionary.”
He knocked his forehead against the side of Jensen’s head until Jensen pulled back and grinned at him. “Hmmm?”
“Cocky bastard.” He growled, he tightened his fingers on Jensen’s hips and the next time Jensen started to slide down, he thrusted up hard.
Jensen jerked and keened. “Yes.”
Jared smirked and did it again and again watching Jensen start to fall apart every time Jared hit his prostate.
“Does it feel good?” He panted against Jensen’s lips.
“Mmmhmm.” Jensen licked at his bottom lip; his tongue was hit and miss as Jared jerked him harder and faster up and down.
“So good Jen.” He pressed between them, “God.”
“Clo…close Jay.”
“Yeah?” Jared grunted and tried to pick up the pace, straining his arms and legs. “Touch yourself Jen. Come on…Jesus…do it.”
He felt more than saw Jensen’s right hand slide between them just before he felt the rhythmic knocking of his knuckles against Jared’s stomach. It was his turn to keen as the image of Jensen jerking off, jerking off because of what he was doing to him flashed in his mind.
“You like that?” Jensen breathed hard in his ear, “You like to…to know that I’m getting…harder…off because of your cock?”
“You know I do.” He husked back and licked a stripe up the side of Jensen’s neck.
“Mmm,” he purred low, “I think you like…oh God don’t stop….the way my muscles tense and flutter around your cock most of all.”
Jared’s eyes fell shut, he wasn’t going to deny that it felt fucking fantastic but it wasn’t what he liked most of all. He loved feeling all of Jensen’s naked, sweaty skin sliding against his. He loved the breathy noises he made and the deeper groans. He loved listening to him talk. But most of all he loved being this connected to him, feeling him deep inside while Jensen fell apart around him and inevitably pulled Jared with him.
“Jay, I’m gonna…”
“Yeah, yeah. Come on Jen.” He urged before pulling him down as hard as he could without hurting Jensen and thrusted up with equal ferocity.
“I love you, Jay.” He hissed through clenched teeth before Jared felt the hot spill of Jensen’s come between them and his body became impossibly tight around him.
He managed one more sharp thrust before a cry hissed between his clenched teeth and he fell into the abyss.
Jared came back to himself with Jensen’s head tilting one way then the other while he looked down along their sides.
“What are you doing?” He mumbled, waiting for his second wind so he could muster the energy to move.
“Trying to tell if you bruised my hips, again.” He grumbled before he sighed and dropped his forehead back against Jared’s shoulder. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can see marks.”
Jared snorted, “You’re bitching about that? Seriously?”
“You don’t need to mark your territory you know.” He muttered into his skin, his lips brushing against Jared’s collarbone.
He rolled his eyes and gently nudged at Jensen until he slowly pulled himself up and off. “I know that,” he forced his tired body up and started to move towards the en suite. Feeling Jensen’s come on his body was hot as hell while they were having sex but not so much after when it started getting cold and gummy. “It doesn’t mean I don’t like seeing my marks on you.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re an uncouth animal.” Jensen grumbled as he stalked past and made it to the shower before he did.
“Yeah, yeah. Me Sasquatch, you my poor but willing victim.” He muttered good-naturedly and ignored the slight twinge in his hip. If Jensen figured it out, he’d start bitching at him for not doing the exercises that the physiotherapist kept insisting that he do at home and tonight he didn’t want to think about that or what had caused the need for them in the first place. Tonight was the first night they had had alone since he got home from the hospital and maybe it wasn’t two weeks of nearly naked all the time bliss but this was good. “But Sasquatch love his victim.”
Jensen grinned at him from over his shoulder while he started the shower and let the water run over one hand. “Well you got the Sasquatch, willing and love parts right, I’ll give you that.” He straightened and stepped into the shower, “Come on Sasquatch, the water’s warm and I’ll even wash your back.”
All in all, Jared’s life wasn’t perfect but it was damn close how it was supposed to be. And when Jensen looked at him like that, part mischievous and part loving; Jared wouldn’t have it any other way.
La fin.
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