FIC - At The Crossroads - J2AU - 2/3
Title: At The Crossroads
Fandom: Supernatural RPS, J2AU
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Jared/Jensen (small mention of Jared/Chad, Jensen/Rob)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: M/M slash
Length: This is the second of three stories in this ‘verse, all of which are complete. Word count for this part, 3039.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke, unfortunately, and Jared and Jensen belong to themselves (even though in my happy world they belong to each other.) Same thing goes for the Los Angeles Kings and San Antonio Rampage hockey teams- they are both real, but exist in this writing as purely fictional settings and a means to an end. Yes, this is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties/teams represented.
Beta: Thanks a ton to
chloe_2450 !
Summary: Jared Padalecki, star rookie hockey player for the Los Angeles Kings is on a short break back to his home state of Texas before the Christmas holiday. Needing some time to himself, to brood and reflect, he goes to one of the local bars and meets one Jensen Ackles. Both men are not what they first appear and perhaps are more alike than they even realize.
A/N: For the purpose of this story we are going to pretend that the Los Angeles Kings actually have a decent hockey team…I know, I know. Come on, this is fiction. Anything can happen!! :) Oh, and this is my first foray into SPN-land, so please be kind. I make some delicious chocolate chip cookies if they will help.
(Jared’s POV)
I’ve been awake for almost an hour now; on my side propped up on an elbow, and the entire time I have done nothing but stare at the man whose bed I am in. The rising sun highlights more and more of his features as it begins to spill in through the window.
He looks so beautiful asleep next to me on his stomach, arms under his pillow, head turned in my direction. The sandy blondish-brown hair that I had gripped in my hands all night long is sticking up at odd angles. And that mouth, correction--- fabulous fucking mouth, is slightly parted allowing him to take deep breaths. I know he is breathing deeply because I have been watching the steady rise and fall of that well-muscled back. However, most of my attention lately has been focused on the peak of his firm ass, the top half bared by an extremely low draped sheet. Below that maroon colored sheet is a pair of strong legs that wound their way around my waist many a time last night.
Last night, when we scored a hat trick by doing something sexual three times after we walked into the apartment.
I’d love to make it four. Hell, maybe even five, six or seven. I’m in no rush to get out of his bed.
Here I was thinking that sex with Jeff had been beyond my wildest dreams, that nothing could be better than a nice, hard reward fuck from your Captain after you scored a goal…but I was wrong. Jensen is the best fuck I have ever had. It’s not necessarily his skill level, which is average and I am sure can and will be improved; it’s in how much he gives of himself.
No one has ever shown me so much passion in bed. Not Chad, Jeff, Kurt or any of the other guys I have slept with while a part of the Kings. The feelings he brought out of me are what I am craving from a relationship.
What sucks is that I am in San Antonio. Smack dab in the middle of Texas. Commuting here is not a fucking possibility. And even though the Kings play in Dallas, it is only a few times a season and that is not the type of situation I want to put myself or him in. Well...maybe if he wanted to...
Jesus, Jare, are you seriously thinking about wanting a relationship with this guy? You don’t even really know him. He’s nothing more than a one-night stand right now and that is probably all that he wants this to be. Well, all of my previous flings have never resulted in me still being in that person’s bed the next morning, it was either me or my fuck partner leaving sometime during the night. I never once thought of getting up and walking out on him. He didn't act at all like he wanted me to leave either.
This was also the most soundly I have slept in months. Not a bit of my usual tossing and turning. After our third orgasmic high, he had spooned up behind me, our naked bodies melting together. We drifted off to dreamland simultaneously.
This is the furthest our bodies have been away from each other. I don’t like the space.
My reverie ended as Jensen began to stir. He made a few groaning noises and shifted onto his side so he was facing me, but his eyes were still closed in slumber.
The sheet, which was already revealing quite a bit of his body before, no longer left anything to my imagination. His dick was in full view. The sight of it instantly turning me on.
Who am I kidding? I was already well on my way to full-out horny just by staring at him. Having his cock in my mouth would be the perfect way to start the day.
Sliding down the bed, I gently nudged his hip, hoping it would be enough to make him roll onto his back but not wake him.
Perfect. Simply perfect.
Jensen’s glorious dick was now in the ideal position for some patented Jared Padalecki “start the day in the right way” head.
Time for me to get to work!
(Jensen’s POV)
Mmmm…
That is the best damn dream I have had in a long time.
Amazing fucking sex. Given and received.
I wish it was real. Jared Padalecki would never hit on me and then come home and fuck me though. Or give me the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, purely from someone blowing me.
Too much wishful thinking on my part.
Dreams suck.
Just like what someone is doing to my dick right now.
Wait.
What the hell?
My eyes shot open revealing a piercing set of green eyes watching me as the mouth under them was busy roaming up and down my hard shaft.
Fuck me.
He already did that to you last night, Jensen. Twice even. And that was after you fucked him.
I fucked Jared Padalecki!
Okay, I am not going to have a stupid ass fan type of moment here. I did that yesterday. Don’t need to go down that path again.
Jared can keep going down on me though.
“Morning,” I said, my voice coming out as a croaked groan because Jared chose that exact moment to take me deep.
So. Fucking. Good. At. Giving. Head.
Needs to get a fucking copyright put on this! Franchise it! Stores in every city!
"Oh! Fucking! Yeah!" I groaned, wanting nothing more than to give him my load.
He didn't mind when I started bucking my hips up, driving myself further into his mouth. It was a good thing he didn't because I couldn't hold back.
Just like he wasn't holding anything back, the Hoover was set on high gear. A quick insertion of his finger into my ass sent me over the edge, gushing up my hot liquid into his mouth, which he drank until I was dry.
Our mouths found each other after he finished blazing a trail from my cock to my lips with his fiery tongue, stopping to lick and suck each of my nipples on the way.
The taste of me in his mouth was so fucking arousing. I could kiss him all day.
Jared pulled away after a bit and sat on his knees next to me, his cock like steel, standing straight out at full attention.
I want that large dick in me, making me his again.
Rolling over onto my stomach, I tilted my hips skyward, offering up my ass for his taking, hoping it was what he wanted.
“The sight of you like that is fucking hot, Jensen,” he whispered in my ear, laying himself on top of me and grinding that rigid dick into my ass. “Would you mind though if I modified it a little?”
“Fuck me anyway you want,” I growled at him. Just fuck me.
Jared slipped off and put his hand under my waist, encouraging me to rise up onto all fours.
“Much better. Grab the headboard for me. That’s it.”
This will be the first time I have had sex in this position. Rob, my supposed lover, never would have considered fucking me, or letting me fuck him, like this. It was too far out of his realm of normal. You would think a goalie would be a little more atypical than most. Not Rob Benedict. The most straight-laced player on the San Antonio Rampage...
Jensen. Stop thinking about Rob and concentrate on that tongue that is licking down your ass.
“Oh, fuck, Jared!”
His tongue had dipped into my crack and brushed over my hole. That slight flick sent chills through me. And the thrusts after it were making me quiver. Shiver upon shiver of pleasure coursing over me, reaching into every nerve of my frame as I gripped the headboard until my knuckles began to turn white, breaths coming in short pants.
I was having a sexual awakening. It fucking rocks my socks off. Well, it would, if I was wearing socks, but I’m not. I’m naked.
Naked in my bed and about to be fucked. Hell fucking yeah!
A quick nip to my left cheek and Jared was reaching around me to grab the lube and a condom off of the nightstand.
I learned last night that he isn’t big on preparation when he is the one being fucked, but he has taken an extreme amount of care in getting me ready for that huge fucking dick of his. My ass appreciates it.
Slicked up fingers worked their way into me. I rocked back and forth as his fingers fucked and stretched me until he figured I was ready for more. I could hear him rip open the condom packet and roll it onto his cock.
Anytime now. Going to get some dick!
Jared leaned over my body and I turned my head to meet his for a quick, but invasive kiss, before he returned to his kneeling position at my rear.
Fuck! Even though he has fucked me twice now, he is a lot to handle and my ass was protesting. I knew it would pass in a moment. Just have to hang on because pure pleasure would be coming soon.
Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the feel of Jared’s hands massaging my lower back. They slowly rubbed circles that were relaxing me enough so that I was soon ready for more.
More of that long, hard, thick cock. Rob would be fucking jealous of the piece lodged firmly in my tight ass. He's got nothing on Jared Padalecki.
Need to stop thinking about Rob again and...
"Holy fuck!" I throatily moaned as Jared hit me in the most sensitive of places as he pulled out and thrust back in.
"Be loud for me, Jensen. Let me know how good I’m making you feel."
I can do loud. I've always been loud. A big yapper in bed and on the ice.
My headboard was banging into the wall now, in time with our movements and each of my screams.
Slam! His hips pounding my ass. "God, fuck...fuck!"
Knock! Balls slapping against me. "Yes! More! Harder!"
Thump! Small whacks to my rear. "So fucking good!"
Going to wake the fucking building!
Louder than fuck groans were emanating from my throat as well, when I wasn’t yelling, any time he brushed my sweet spot. His moans were matching mine in volume as he repeatedly thrust into me.
“Fuck, Jared!” I cried as his left hand came down and squeezed my newly hardened dick. He stroked me and fondled my nuts as his own cock continued its wonderful fucking assault on my ass.
My fingers were probably never going to be the same. The pattern on the headboard dug into them as I clenched it mercilessly. I couldn't let go though.
If he doesn't stop working my dick, I'm gonna...
"Oh, fuck! That's! Fuck!"
My body tensed up until everything turned black briefly, before exploding in a swirl of colors and come. Jared's hand was soaked as my release shot out. Spasms rocked me. I was seeing stars in every shade of the fucking crayon box, while trying to remember to breathe.
Jared continued to pump hurriedly into me, his voice the only one in the room now as he repeatedly growled my name, until he swelled and came deep within my ass.
"Oh, Jensen!" He shouted as he jerked a few more times before pulling out and tossing off his condom.
Once he moved, I collapsed on the bed, no longer able to hold myself up. Body tapped to the extreme. I barely had the strength to roll over onto my back, but I found it.
As Jared returned and settled next to me, resting his head on my shoulder, our sweat dampened bodies curled against one another.
Then the phone rang. We both jumped a little, but nestled back together as we let the answering machine pick up.
“Jesus Christ, Ackles…whoever you are fucking over there is one lucky son-of-a-bitch. I thought my wall was crashing down there for a second. You are going to owe me big time for waking my ass up at eight in the fucking morning, not to mention keeping me up all fucking night long with your damn moaning and screaming. Catch your ass this afternoon at the optional skate if you can manage to pull yourself out of bed. Bastard!”
It was the voice of Tom Welling, my next door neighbor, best friend and fellow teammate. Fellow male teammate with an equally male significant other I might add.
Jared sat up a tad and looked down at me, panic filling his eyes. The look on my face reassured him that we had no worries. Satisfied, he cradled himself back down into my embrace.
We just lay there, letting our pleasure peaks subside completely, not saying a single word. Not needing to.
About fifteen minutes passed before I noticed that my bedroom fucking reeked of sweat and cum, the after effects of our full night of fucking. I’m thinking a dual shower is right down our alley. Not much will be happening in there, both of our bodies spent for a while; however, it will give me a chance to further explore every inch of his skin with my hands while I wash away the results of no-holds-barred sex.
Brushing his wet curls off of his forehead, I boldly asked, “How about the two of us taking a shower?”
He didn’t answer me except to get up and offer me his hand.
I smiled at him and grabbed his hand as he pulled me after him.
“Has anyone ever told you what a great smile you have? I’d do anything for that grin.”
Anything, huh? I might just have to find out what anything means.
(Jared’s POV)
I hadn’t wanted to leave his apartment, but I knew if I didn’t get back to my parent’s house soon, they would start to worry. Even though I am twenty-six years old, and have been living basically on my own for the past few years, they still fret and fuss over me.
We had showered together, each taking turns to wash one another down. The most erotic part of the whole thing was having Jensen wash my hair. Feeling his fingers massaging the shampoo into my hair and rinsing it out was a totally orgasmic experience.
Fuck. I sound like an ad for Herbal Essences. Need to stop being such a pussy.
After our shower, Jensen insisted on making us some food. I didn’t object because my ass was starving. We sat on the couch and chowed down on the spaghetti he whipped up, while talking hockey.
Chad and I had been living together in the same house for quite a while now, and been sort of a couple for almost that long, however, I don’t think he has ever made me feel as wanted as Jensen has this morning. I can’t recall the last time Chad cooked for me or a time when we just sat down and shot the shit about meaningless crap.
It was nice. One could get used to those kinds of niceties in a relationship.
There are so many warning bells that should be flashing in my head. Nevertheless, they are just not going off right now.
Jesus fucking Christ, Padalecki. The guy is, no was, no more than a wonderful piece of ass. Get that through your fucking head. And even though you exchanged numbers and couldn’t keep your hands off each other as you said goodbye, that doesn’t mean this needs to continue beyond today. All you have to do is conveniently lose that scrap of paper with his number on it. It wouldn’t be the first time you have done something like that.
Well, what if I don’t want to lose it?
Damn it all to hell Jared. Fucking stop it. As nice as, and as great a fuck Jensen Ackles was to you and you to him, having a relationship is just not possible.
Maybe it is.
I’ve always been of the frame of mind to “never say never,” so why should I stop now?
Fandom: Supernatural RPS, J2AU
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Jared/Jensen (small mention of Jared/Chad, Jensen/Rob)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: M/M slash
Length: This is the second of three stories in this ‘verse, all of which are complete. Word count for this part, 3039.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke, unfortunately, and Jared and Jensen belong to themselves (even though in my happy world they belong to each other.) Same thing goes for the Los Angeles Kings and San Antonio Rampage hockey teams- they are both real, but exist in this writing as purely fictional settings and a means to an end. Yes, this is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties/teams represented.
Beta: Thanks a ton to
chloe_2450 !
Summary: Jared Padalecki, star rookie hockey player for the Los Angeles Kings is on a short break back to his home state of Texas before the Christmas holiday. Needing some time to himself, to brood and reflect, he goes to one of the local bars and meets one Jensen Ackles. Both men are not what they first appear and perhaps are more alike than they even realize.
A/N: For the purpose of this story we are going to pretend that the Los Angeles Kings actually have a decent hockey team…I know, I know. Come on, this is fiction. Anything can happen!! :) Oh, and this is my first foray into SPN-land, so please be kind. I make some delicious chocolate chip cookies if they will help.
(Jared’s POV)
I’ve been awake for almost an hour now; on my side propped up on an elbow, and the entire time I have done nothing but stare at the man whose bed I am in. The rising sun highlights more and more of his features as it begins to spill in through the window.
He looks so beautiful asleep next to me on his stomach, arms under his pillow, head turned in my direction. The sandy blondish-brown hair that I had gripped in my hands all night long is sticking up at odd angles. And that mouth, correction--- fabulous fucking mouth, is slightly parted allowing him to take deep breaths. I know he is breathing deeply because I have been watching the steady rise and fall of that well-muscled back. However, most of my attention lately has been focused on the peak of his firm ass, the top half bared by an extremely low draped sheet. Below that maroon colored sheet is a pair of strong legs that wound their way around my waist many a time last night.
Last night, when we scored a hat trick by doing something sexual three times after we walked into the apartment.
I’d love to make it four. Hell, maybe even five, six or seven. I’m in no rush to get out of his bed.
Here I was thinking that sex with Jeff had been beyond my wildest dreams, that nothing could be better than a nice, hard reward fuck from your Captain after you scored a goal…but I was wrong. Jensen is the best fuck I have ever had. It’s not necessarily his skill level, which is average and I am sure can and will be improved; it’s in how much he gives of himself.
No one has ever shown me so much passion in bed. Not Chad, Jeff, Kurt or any of the other guys I have slept with while a part of the Kings. The feelings he brought out of me are what I am craving from a relationship.
What sucks is that I am in San Antonio. Smack dab in the middle of Texas. Commuting here is not a fucking possibility. And even though the Kings play in Dallas, it is only a few times a season and that is not the type of situation I want to put myself or him in. Well...maybe if he wanted to...
Jesus, Jare, are you seriously thinking about wanting a relationship with this guy? You don’t even really know him. He’s nothing more than a one-night stand right now and that is probably all that he wants this to be. Well, all of my previous flings have never resulted in me still being in that person’s bed the next morning, it was either me or my fuck partner leaving sometime during the night. I never once thought of getting up and walking out on him. He didn't act at all like he wanted me to leave either.
This was also the most soundly I have slept in months. Not a bit of my usual tossing and turning. After our third orgasmic high, he had spooned up behind me, our naked bodies melting together. We drifted off to dreamland simultaneously.
This is the furthest our bodies have been away from each other. I don’t like the space.
My reverie ended as Jensen began to stir. He made a few groaning noises and shifted onto his side so he was facing me, but his eyes were still closed in slumber.
The sheet, which was already revealing quite a bit of his body before, no longer left anything to my imagination. His dick was in full view. The sight of it instantly turning me on.
Who am I kidding? I was already well on my way to full-out horny just by staring at him. Having his cock in my mouth would be the perfect way to start the day.
Sliding down the bed, I gently nudged his hip, hoping it would be enough to make him roll onto his back but not wake him.
Perfect. Simply perfect.
Jensen’s glorious dick was now in the ideal position for some patented Jared Padalecki “start the day in the right way” head.
Time for me to get to work!
(Jensen’s POV)
Mmmm…
That is the best damn dream I have had in a long time.
Amazing fucking sex. Given and received.
I wish it was real. Jared Padalecki would never hit on me and then come home and fuck me though. Or give me the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, purely from someone blowing me.
Too much wishful thinking on my part.
Dreams suck.
Just like what someone is doing to my dick right now.
Wait.
What the hell?
My eyes shot open revealing a piercing set of green eyes watching me as the mouth under them was busy roaming up and down my hard shaft.
Fuck me.
He already did that to you last night, Jensen. Twice even. And that was after you fucked him.
I fucked Jared Padalecki!
Okay, I am not going to have a stupid ass fan type of moment here. I did that yesterday. Don’t need to go down that path again.
Jared can keep going down on me though.
“Morning,” I said, my voice coming out as a croaked groan because Jared chose that exact moment to take me deep.
So. Fucking. Good. At. Giving. Head.
Needs to get a fucking copyright put on this! Franchise it! Stores in every city!
"Oh! Fucking! Yeah!" I groaned, wanting nothing more than to give him my load.
He didn't mind when I started bucking my hips up, driving myself further into his mouth. It was a good thing he didn't because I couldn't hold back.
Just like he wasn't holding anything back, the Hoover was set on high gear. A quick insertion of his finger into my ass sent me over the edge, gushing up my hot liquid into his mouth, which he drank until I was dry.
Our mouths found each other after he finished blazing a trail from my cock to my lips with his fiery tongue, stopping to lick and suck each of my nipples on the way.
The taste of me in his mouth was so fucking arousing. I could kiss him all day.
Jared pulled away after a bit and sat on his knees next to me, his cock like steel, standing straight out at full attention.
I want that large dick in me, making me his again.
Rolling over onto my stomach, I tilted my hips skyward, offering up my ass for his taking, hoping it was what he wanted.
“The sight of you like that is fucking hot, Jensen,” he whispered in my ear, laying himself on top of me and grinding that rigid dick into my ass. “Would you mind though if I modified it a little?”
“Fuck me anyway you want,” I growled at him. Just fuck me.
Jared slipped off and put his hand under my waist, encouraging me to rise up onto all fours.
“Much better. Grab the headboard for me. That’s it.”
This will be the first time I have had sex in this position. Rob, my supposed lover, never would have considered fucking me, or letting me fuck him, like this. It was too far out of his realm of normal. You would think a goalie would be a little more atypical than most. Not Rob Benedict. The most straight-laced player on the San Antonio Rampage...
Jensen. Stop thinking about Rob and concentrate on that tongue that is licking down your ass.
“Oh, fuck, Jared!”
His tongue had dipped into my crack and brushed over my hole. That slight flick sent chills through me. And the thrusts after it were making me quiver. Shiver upon shiver of pleasure coursing over me, reaching into every nerve of my frame as I gripped the headboard until my knuckles began to turn white, breaths coming in short pants.
I was having a sexual awakening. It fucking rocks my socks off. Well, it would, if I was wearing socks, but I’m not. I’m naked.
Naked in my bed and about to be fucked. Hell fucking yeah!
A quick nip to my left cheek and Jared was reaching around me to grab the lube and a condom off of the nightstand.
I learned last night that he isn’t big on preparation when he is the one being fucked, but he has taken an extreme amount of care in getting me ready for that huge fucking dick of his. My ass appreciates it.
Slicked up fingers worked their way into me. I rocked back and forth as his fingers fucked and stretched me until he figured I was ready for more. I could hear him rip open the condom packet and roll it onto his cock.
Anytime now. Going to get some dick!
Jared leaned over my body and I turned my head to meet his for a quick, but invasive kiss, before he returned to his kneeling position at my rear.
Fuck! Even though he has fucked me twice now, he is a lot to handle and my ass was protesting. I knew it would pass in a moment. Just have to hang on because pure pleasure would be coming soon.
Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the feel of Jared’s hands massaging my lower back. They slowly rubbed circles that were relaxing me enough so that I was soon ready for more.
More of that long, hard, thick cock. Rob would be fucking jealous of the piece lodged firmly in my tight ass. He's got nothing on Jared Padalecki.
Need to stop thinking about Rob again and...
"Holy fuck!" I throatily moaned as Jared hit me in the most sensitive of places as he pulled out and thrust back in.
"Be loud for me, Jensen. Let me know how good I’m making you feel."
I can do loud. I've always been loud. A big yapper in bed and on the ice.
My headboard was banging into the wall now, in time with our movements and each of my screams.
Slam! His hips pounding my ass. "God, fuck...fuck!"
Knock! Balls slapping against me. "Yes! More! Harder!"
Thump! Small whacks to my rear. "So fucking good!"
Going to wake the fucking building!
Louder than fuck groans were emanating from my throat as well, when I wasn’t yelling, any time he brushed my sweet spot. His moans were matching mine in volume as he repeatedly thrust into me.
“Fuck, Jared!” I cried as his left hand came down and squeezed my newly hardened dick. He stroked me and fondled my nuts as his own cock continued its wonderful fucking assault on my ass.
My fingers were probably never going to be the same. The pattern on the headboard dug into them as I clenched it mercilessly. I couldn't let go though.
If he doesn't stop working my dick, I'm gonna...
"Oh, fuck! That's! Fuck!"
My body tensed up until everything turned black briefly, before exploding in a swirl of colors and come. Jared's hand was soaked as my release shot out. Spasms rocked me. I was seeing stars in every shade of the fucking crayon box, while trying to remember to breathe.
Jared continued to pump hurriedly into me, his voice the only one in the room now as he repeatedly growled my name, until he swelled and came deep within my ass.
"Oh, Jensen!" He shouted as he jerked a few more times before pulling out and tossing off his condom.
Once he moved, I collapsed on the bed, no longer able to hold myself up. Body tapped to the extreme. I barely had the strength to roll over onto my back, but I found it.
As Jared returned and settled next to me, resting his head on my shoulder, our sweat dampened bodies curled against one another.
Then the phone rang. We both jumped a little, but nestled back together as we let the answering machine pick up.
“Jesus Christ, Ackles…whoever you are fucking over there is one lucky son-of-a-bitch. I thought my wall was crashing down there for a second. You are going to owe me big time for waking my ass up at eight in the fucking morning, not to mention keeping me up all fucking night long with your damn moaning and screaming. Catch your ass this afternoon at the optional skate if you can manage to pull yourself out of bed. Bastard!”
It was the voice of Tom Welling, my next door neighbor, best friend and fellow teammate. Fellow male teammate with an equally male significant other I might add.
Jared sat up a tad and looked down at me, panic filling his eyes. The look on my face reassured him that we had no worries. Satisfied, he cradled himself back down into my embrace.
We just lay there, letting our pleasure peaks subside completely, not saying a single word. Not needing to.
About fifteen minutes passed before I noticed that my bedroom fucking reeked of sweat and cum, the after effects of our full night of fucking. I’m thinking a dual shower is right down our alley. Not much will be happening in there, both of our bodies spent for a while; however, it will give me a chance to further explore every inch of his skin with my hands while I wash away the results of no-holds-barred sex.
Brushing his wet curls off of his forehead, I boldly asked, “How about the two of us taking a shower?”
He didn’t answer me except to get up and offer me his hand.
I smiled at him and grabbed his hand as he pulled me after him.
“Has anyone ever told you what a great smile you have? I’d do anything for that grin.”
Anything, huh? I might just have to find out what anything means.
(Jared’s POV)
I hadn’t wanted to leave his apartment, but I knew if I didn’t get back to my parent’s house soon, they would start to worry. Even though I am twenty-six years old, and have been living basically on my own for the past few years, they still fret and fuss over me.
We had showered together, each taking turns to wash one another down. The most erotic part of the whole thing was having Jensen wash my hair. Feeling his fingers massaging the shampoo into my hair and rinsing it out was a totally orgasmic experience.
Fuck. I sound like an ad for Herbal Essences. Need to stop being such a pussy.
After our shower, Jensen insisted on making us some food. I didn’t object because my ass was starving. We sat on the couch and chowed down on the spaghetti he whipped up, while talking hockey.
Chad and I had been living together in the same house for quite a while now, and been sort of a couple for almost that long, however, I don’t think he has ever made me feel as wanted as Jensen has this morning. I can’t recall the last time Chad cooked for me or a time when we just sat down and shot the shit about meaningless crap.
It was nice. One could get used to those kinds of niceties in a relationship.
There are so many warning bells that should be flashing in my head. Nevertheless, they are just not going off right now.
Jesus fucking Christ, Padalecki. The guy is, no was, no more than a wonderful piece of ass. Get that through your fucking head. And even though you exchanged numbers and couldn’t keep your hands off each other as you said goodbye, that doesn’t mean this needs to continue beyond today. All you have to do is conveniently lose that scrap of paper with his number on it. It wouldn’t be the first time you have done something like that.
Well, what if I don’t want to lose it?
Damn it all to hell Jared. Fucking stop it. As nice as, and as great a fuck Jensen Ackles was to you and you to him, having a relationship is just not possible.
Maybe it is.
I’ve always been of the frame of mind to “never say never,” so why should I stop now?