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FIVE

Just as he'd expected, Jensen's house was a near-perfect example of tidiness. Furnished tastefully, but not to the point where Jared felt like he couldn't touch anything, the home spoke volumes of the man who owned it. The front hallway had a side table and a small stack of mail. A few pictures of Jensen with a bunch of other guys provided the decoration for the key dish that was near-instantly filled when Jensen walked in, his stuff clattering against the soft white ceramic plate. Jared studied the pictures for a few moments, surprised to see that all of the men were in full combat uniform and all had rather large guns in their hands; Jensen included.

"You were in the Army?" he asked, instantly thinking that he couldn't have posed a stupider question if he'd wanted to. Jensen took it in stride, merely smiling as he took off his shoes.

"Yeah, I was a Delta operative. Before that I was in with the Rangers." The explanation was simple enough and from Jensen's body language, Jared could tell that asking anything further on the subject was out of the question.

"So the layout is pretty simple. Kitchen," Jensen pointed to the left of the hallway, "living room," he pointed right, "deck out back and the bedrooms are on the second floor. There's a bathroom down here and a second one upstairs with a shower. Did you leave your stuff at the garage?" Jensen asked the last question as though he'd just realized Jared had come in empty-handed, green eyes searching over the taller man's body for any sign of a bag.

"This is all I've got." Jared shrugged, feeling a red-hot wave of shame crawl up his neck and around to his ears.

For the first time all day, Jensen looked stumped. Jared had a good four inches on him, not to mention twice the muscle mass and Jared could tell that his boss was trying to work out how to provide him with simple necessities now that it was clear he had none of his own. Jensen's eyes rested on his clothes primarily, Jared knowing they'd become more than a little soiled with sweat, refuse, and dust. He was itching to get out of them and into something clean.

"I don't know if I've got anything long enough for you, but some basketball shorts and a t-shirt should be okay until we get your clothes washed and get you back out to Vegas tomorrow for a few more pairs of jeans and shirts," Jensen reasoned, the confidence back in his gaze as he headed towards the stairs, his hand indicating that Jared should follow.

Jared knew he probably smelled, and only hoped Jensen wouldn't take offense now that they were in a more closed-off space. When Jensen stopped at the linen closet to grab Jared a towel, Jared took the opportunity he'd been waiting for all day.

"Thank you. For all of this. No one's been this kind to me since...since forever. I mean it, Jensen. I really appreciate all you've done for me."

Jensen looked up at hearing the words, his face showing a touch of confusion, but a placidity that Jared was coming to value more and more as the day wore on.

"It's no big deal, man. I just hope that if I were in the same stitch, someone would help me out." Jensen smiled, handing Jared a towel, the fabric smelling lightly of pine and making Jared want to wrap it around himself even before the shower.

Jensen then led Jared into his room, moving right yet again to go into the bathroom. Flipping on the lights, he gave it a quick once over before stepping back out.

"Take as long as you need. Clothes'll be on the bed when you're done." Patting Jared's shoulder, Jensen left him to his own devices.

Like any good house guest, Jared waited a few minutes before beginning his explorations. The medicine cabinet was first. Besides the usual electric razor, toothpaste, deodorant and cologne, he was surprised to find more than a few prescription bottles.

Taking them down one by one, Jared read the labels. Elavil, Xanax, Ambien, Topomax, Viagra.

The last one made Jared's eyebrows go up, but considering the other meds, he could only assume that Jensen was something of a zombie in the sex department. Putting everything back where he found it, Jared undressed and hopped in the shower.

The water felt good on his muscles, and Jared found himself simply standing under the spray, letting his mind go blank and his body come off the steady adrenaline rush he'd been running on since getting off the bus. Jared chuckled a bit when the water ran brown from his hair. He knew it'd be dusty in the desert, but he didn't have any idea just how dusty it could be when one spent a full day walking around outside.

Jared was careful with his cast, trying to get it wet as little as possible despite it being waterproof. He hated the feeling of water stuck between his skin and the gore-tex, and even while shampooing his hair, he did it with one hand. After a good fifteen minutes, he finally turned the water off, Jared shaking his hair out before grabbing the towel and padding out into Jensen's room.

His boss was nowhere in sight and with something akin to disappointment, Jared dropped the towel and grabbed for the shorts, hoping he wouldn't end up looking like a kid that had outgrown of his clothes. That hadn't happened since middle school and Jared would be very happy if he didn't have to experience it twice. Thankfully, the shorts fit fine and the shirt, while a little tight, covered his stomach and met the dark blue waistband. Jared ran the towel through his hair one more time before leaving the room, in search of a laundry basket and his boss.

Jared could hear talking as he came downstairs and turning towards the sound found that Jensen had popped in a movie and was looking mighty relaxed on the couch. Silently, he took a moment to admire the man in front of him, wishing he had the courage to just go up and kiss him. In the short time he'd known Jensen, Jared had felt the urge grow stronger and stronger. Now, looking at his boss still wearing the clothes he'd gone to work in, a little rumpled and very comfortable, the need to have some sort of physical contact was bigger than ever. Jensen seemed to sense someone watching him because after a moment, he turned and smiled up at Jared.

"You all set?" he asked warmly, eyes flashing down to the towel as he stood.

"Yeah, thanks. Nothing like a shower to make you feel human again." Jared said with a soft chuckle, easily letting go of the towel when Jensen made a grab for it.

"I got this. I put in a movie, but I've just been watching the previews, so if you give me five minutes I can shower and grab us some dessert while we watch it."

No offer in the world had ever sounded better to Jared at that moment.

"Yeah, definitely. Take your time." He nodded, taking Jensen's place on the couch and pressing play on the previews yet again.

As he took in the sleek new action trailer, Jared's thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened in the two short days since his arrival at Goodsprings. He'd gone from desperate, broke, and more than a little lost, to employed, sheltered, and initiated into a tight-knit group of friends who were willing to take him in as one of their own so long as he didn't fuck up. For once, life was handing him actual lemonade instead of sour, rotting lemons.

True to his word, Jensen was showered, dressed, and back downstairs in record time. He stayed in the kitchen for a bit, finally emerging with two bowls of ice cream, balancing the desserts as he sat down.

"So what are we watching?" Jared asked after moving to give Jensen room and settling back into the warm, comfortable material. He had to give it to the guy, he knew how to choose a couch.

"Uh..." Jensen paused, handing Jared his bowl and then grabbing the jewel case for the DVD. On the cover was a guy in a full army getup, two others standing behind him looking equally stern. "Tears of the Sun," he finally announced, looking over at Jared with a grin. Jensen gave a little sound of contentment as he settled back against the plush pillows of the couch, his face making it easy to see that he was glad to be home.

It wasn't until Jensen kicked both legs up onto the coffee table that Jared noticed the scars. A mix of keloids and depressions in the muscle, the marring of Jensen's skin extended from the knee to what Jared could see of his thigh, the angry red lines skirting under the fabric where Jared was certain they extended even further. The silence of his co-worker caught Jensen's attention and seeing where his eyes were, he quickly pulled down the fabric of his basketball shorts, covering the rest of the scar with his hand. Realizing he'd been caught, Jared looked up at Jensen, giving him what he hoped would be a comforting smile.

"I hope they gave you some kind of medal for that." Jared tried for light humor, his efforts rewarded when Jensen gave him a small smile.

"They don't give medals to Master Sergeants that get themselves shot by a 12 year old," Jensen quipped, shaking his head before sticking a nice big spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. His answer struck Jared as unjust and before he could stop it, his next comment went straight from his mind to his mouth.

"Well, you were serving your country, protecting us. I think that deserves recognition, no matter what they say," Jared said with conviction, his eyes locked on Jensen's as he spoke.

"Write a letter to Congress, Jay. Maybe one day they'll give us our own private islands just for joining up." Patting his friend's knee, Jensen continued to smile, lookin at Jared like he was a little naive. Returning the smile with one of his own, Jared grabbed a spoonful of ice cream and focused on the movie's opening credits.

Two hours later, Jared found himself wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to be discreet despite the fact that Jensen was turning on the light at one of the side tables. His boss smirked when he saw the movement, reaching out and cuffing the back of Jared's neck gently.

"You okay there, buddy?" Jensen smiled, his eyes holding nothing but care despite the lighthearted way he was dealing with the situation. Laughing at how silly he probably looked, Jared nodded and cleared his throat.

"Just...some of th..."

"It's rough, yeah. Very true to life though." Jensen nodded, seeming to know exactly which moments in the movie he was talking about. When their eyes met, Jared realized Jensen's green orbs were a little misty themselves and it only served to make him smile even wider.

Something in Jensen's gaze changed, however, and Jared found himself unable to look away even as he felt Jensen's hand come up to brush off the last of the tears. His hand was surprisingly soft and unconsciously, Jared leaned into the touch; his eyes finally slipping closed of their own volition under the caring gesture.

"Big hardened convict. Crying over a movie," Jensen teased in a whisper, his breath soft against Jared's chin, their lips mere inches apart. Jared felt another hand slip around his hip, a thumb stroking the sliver of skin between shirt and shorts, causing rushes of sensation to crash through his system.

"Can't help it," Jared whispered back, his own hands finding their way to Jensen's hair and back, one plowing slowly through the spiky locks while the other rubbed big circles down the fabric of Jensen's t-shirt.

Not a word was spoken as their lips met in a soft kiss, Jensen cupping Jared's face as the room fell away, leaving only the warm touch and the battering-ram beat of his heart in his chest. When the kiss finally ended, Jensen leaned his forehead against Jared's; his breath coming in short bursts through the smile that creased his face. Before he could get a word out, Jared made his move, swinging an arm around Jensen's waist and hauling him into his lap.

Jensen let out a light laugh, not hesitating to wrap his arms around Jared's neck and kiss him deeply. His tongue pushed and Jared's mouth opened, taking him in as hands flew under shirts to slip against bare skin.

“Been wanting to do this since I told you that the job was yours,” Jensen whispered out in a breathless rush, his lips grazing along Jared's jaw, causing the younger man to moan.

“Wanted you since you told me to get in the car,” Jared replied with a big smile, his hands slipping through Jensen's hair at an equally feverish pace.

“You top or bottom?” The question didn't surprise Jared in the least. Jensen was a no-nonsense type and it made sense that he wanted to get right to the point. It eased Jared's worries about awkwardness the next morning; he would know come the end of the night whether Jensen wanted more than a fling. At that moment, Jared would take whatever his boss was willing to give.

“Depends on the guy,” he answered, pulling Jensen up from his slow amble down his neck for another bruising kiss.

“I haven't been fucked in a year,” Jensen said suddenly, making two things clear to Jared almost instantly. Jensen needed this badly and he wanted to bottom. Nodding his understanding, Jared cupped his face and pressed another light kiss to his already-swollen lips.

“Where's your stuff?” he asked, prompting Jensen to get up, move as fast as he could to the downstairs bathroom, and come back with condoms and lube in hand.

Jared laughed warmly at his boss' enthusiasm, tugging off the borrowed t-shirt as Jensen set the supplies down on the coffee table; ripple upon ripple of muscle revealing itself from under the cotton.

“You want to do it here or wanna take this upstairs?” Jared questioned again, feeling a bit like a teenager, so eager to get going that the simplest of notions were forgotten. Jensen seemed to be having the same dilemma because it gave him pause for a moment before he pointed upstairs.

“Wanna take my time after we...” Jensen explained, a small blush coloring his freckled cheeks, which only made him more endearing to Jared.

“It's been a long time for me, too. I know what you mean.” He grinned, standing up and grabbing the stuff before taking Jensen's hand and leading him towards the stairs with a confidence that hadn't been there in a long time.

The minute they burst through the door, the two were attached at the lips, bodies pressed tight and hips grinding hard even as they walked towards Jensen's king-sized bed. Jensen sank into his mattress with a large smile and a laugh as Jared made a big, goofy production out of it, pretending like Jensen weighed a ton.

“You act like I got a leaden leg or something,” Jensen grinned, not missing the fact that Jared was kissing up his chest as he bunched Jensen's shirt up, wanting it off.

“Dude, I could bench press you,” Jared quipped, giving one of Jensen's nipples a gentle bite before moving his mouth back down Jensen's sternum, satisfied that the shirt was out of the way.

Jared's mouth moved slowly southward, his fingers tugging down Jensen's shorts as he went. Every press of Jared's lips made his head spin just a bit, wanting more of Jensen than he could ever imagine. Once Jensen's shorts were out of the way, Jared took a moment to admire, feeling his mouth start to water at the sight of the thick erection pressing flush to Jensen's abs. Grinning, he moved flat onto his belly and let his lips graze the heated flesh, listening for Jensen's reaction. His boss let out a gasp followed by a loud moan as Jared sucked the head of his cock into his mouth without preamble or any kind of warning.

“Holy fuck...” Jensen panted, hips twitching under Jared in a tell-tale sign need as he took more and more in.

There was a joke about prison and dropping the soap in there somewhere, but Jared could barely think past one syllable; instead he simply focused on keeping his eyes open to take in the full breadth of Jensen's reactions to being pleasured, not wanting to miss a moment of it. As Jared continued sucking with enthusiasm, he felt Jensen relax under him and he instantly knew he'd hit the right rhythm; the pace slow enough to massage, but with just enough friction to drive his lover crazy in the best possible way.

When Jared used the tip of his tongue to draw a straight line up the underside of Jensen's cock while it was still in his mouth, he felt Jensen's skin raise up in goosebumps, his cock leaking precome and jerking happily from the attention. One of Jared's big hands slid up and down Jensen's abs slowly, coaxing his boss to give over and let go as he was practically swallowed whole on each bob of Jared's head. A low, keening sound escaped Jensen as Jared raked his teeth up the length, ending with the gentlest of nibbles at the head.

“Please. Don't stop,” Jensen begged unabashedly, hands straining against the sheets, body tight as a bow, every last fiber making Jared feel how badly Jensen wanted the release.

“Comin' right up, boss.” Teasing and flirting all at once, Jared made sure Jensen could see his tongue as it snaked out to lick at Jensen's slit, pressing in a little to get the jolt that made Jensen's hips buck up automatically. Grinning to himself, he took him all the way in again, sucking with a hunger and an ardor that was impossible to fake. Jared wanted Jensen to know just how badly he was wanted, and each lick, suck, and tug on the hardened flesh made that clear.

In a matter of seconds, Jared's mouth was filling with warmth and Jensen was crying out his name, hands tangled in the younger man's hair as his cock gave him spurt after spurt. Jared figured it would be a quick release, so he wasn't caught off guard and instead relished in the fact that he could work Jensen up so fast. It made his own cock jerk wildly and as he sucked the last of what Jensen had to offer, his hand skimmed across the older man's hip, silently telling him that it was okay and that Jared had loved it.

“Fuck, Jay...so good,” Jensen panted, out of breath. Jared merely licked his lips and kissed Jensen's hip bone.

“Not even close to being done, Jen,” he murmured, adopting the nickname he'd heard Cam and Chris throw around throughout the day.

“Better not be,” Jensen deadpanned, chuckling breathlessly after as he sat up a bit. “Take 'em off. Your turn,” he added after a moment, eyes still ablaze with lust as Jared stepped back from where he'd been kneeling and shucked off the last piece of clothing he wore.



Jensen's eyes widened a bit at what had been hiding under the shiny polyester. All rational thought went out the window as Jared came back, crawling up onto the mattress and over Jensen's body, wanting another kiss. Jensen gave over willingly and for a few minutes they made out like sixteen-year olds; all tongue and no care as to whether they were doing it the right way or not. The heat grew between them again; fire licking every nerve ending as hands began to wander. Both men were touch-starved and craving the feeling of having someone in their arms.

“Lay back,” Jensen instructed when they finally came up for air, his hand pressing flat against Jared's chest. Pushing him gently back towards the pillows, Jensen saw no hesitation, Jared doing as he was asked. Opening his legs, Jared let his uninjured hand slide down to grip his cock loosely.

With a smirk, Jared began slowly working his length, stroking up and down in a way that left Jensen no choice but to stop and stare for a moment.

“Fucking tease.” Jensen grinned, his own hand joining Jared's in the motion for a few moments before he swatted the younger man's fist away. Working him with a firmer grip and a quicker pace, Jensen watched Jared's muscles go lax, his head tip back, and his eyes close as a look of supreme pleasure spread across his face.

Bending at the waist, it was his turn to watch for a response. Jensen's eyes locked on Jared's face as his tongue slipped out to swoop around the swollen, leaking head of Jared's cock. The shudder he received was well worth it, and confident that Jared wasn't about to tell him to stop, Jensen took him the rest of the way in; his tongue laving languidly over the salty skin, throbbing veins, and leaking head.

“Jensen, you keep that up and I won't make it to round three,” Jared murmured hoarsely, the hand without the cast reaching down and threading through Jensen's own; fingers squeezing of their own volition as more and more of his length disappeared into Jensen's mouth.

Jared nearly cried out when Jensen began to suck him as though he were an actual meal, not an inch of Jared's cock left without attention; his entire length gleaming with Jensen's spit. For his part, Jensen was either ignoring or just plain hadn't heard Jared's earlier comment, because he kept the same maddening pace. Licks were soon interspersed with little bites and deep, hungry sucking; Jensen moaning softly the whole time.

One thing was clear; Jensen really liked sucking cock. It was a wonder that Jensen didn't have a steady boyfriend, because any man in his right mind would've stuck around for the blow job technique alone.

“Such a good fucking mouth...” Jared drawled out, his hips beginning to roll slowly up to meet Jensen's tongue; his cock leaking copiously in its eagerness for more.

“Good fucking cock,” Jensen replied, taking his mouth off Jared only long enough to speak before he went back to nibbling all the way down the length.

“Wanna fuck you, Jen. Don't want to come like this,” Jared protested weakly, his balls tight against his body and visibly ready for release. Though he raised his eyebrows in surprise, Jensen had a smirk on his face as he kissed back up Jared's body as slowly as he'd gone down.

“You realize you're gonna wake up tomorrow with my face stuffed between your legs, right? Because that? That's too good to pass up and all's fair in love and war, Jay.” Jensen had no qualms about being upfront with the men he'd been with, and Jared's cock was definitely something he wanted more of.

To his surprise, Jared didn't reply immediately, but instead grabbed him and pulled him up for a passionate kiss that left Jensen's lips tingling and his head spinning in best of ways.

“I count on it,” Jared finally spoke, his smirk matching the one Jensen had been wearing not seconds before.

Wordlessly, Jared's free hand began a slow sweep downwards, following the curve of Jensen's ass as his injured hand blindly reached for the pump bottle that they'd thrown carelessly on the bed when they got into the room.

“Here's hoping I don't let you down,” Jared whispered, a self-conscious look crossing over his face. Jensen merely shrugged, nipping at Jared's throat and spreading his legs to give his lover more access to the spot where his fingers his fingers were dancing over.

“Just want you inside. Whatever we do after that? Icing on the cake,” Jensen whispered, hoping it would ease any trepidation on performing well that Jared might have. As far as he knew, they were both rusty, and with the amount of time he'd spent without sex, Jensen was sure that no matter how they did it, it would end with both of them fully sated.

One finger, then two, then scissoring; Jared opened Jensen up with slow precision, making sure that he was good and ready for what was to come. The look on Jensen's face as Jared readied him made it easy to tell that it was being done right; his whole body lax, breath panting as his body was penetrated. Lip caught between his teeth, Jensen let his body open up, hips rocking slowly, trying to get more of Jared's fingers. The knuckles of Jared's free hand dragged gently down Jensen's face as his body responded to the stimulation it was being given. A thin sheen of sweat delineated every muscle and Jensen was eager to feel Jared sheathed deep inside him; the thought alone bringing his temperature up a few more degrees.

“I'm good,” Jensen announced after a few minutes of preparation, his hand reaching for the condom. Tearing the package open with his teeth, Jensen took hold of Jared's cock and slid on the latex, the hunger in his eyes making it clear that there was no room for teasing now. Jensen wanted Jared inside of him, and he wasn't stopping until he got what he needed.

The lube was cold despite the barrier between them and Jared hissed softly as his body adjusted. Neither of them had much time to dwell on the matter, however, because moments after, Jensen was positioning himself, straddling Jared's thighs and gripping his cock for the line-up. A look passed between them before Jensen sunk down slowly, his green eyes darkening and his mouth opening in a slack-jawed fashion as he was filled by Jared's length. He kept a slow, steady pace until he was sitting flush against Jared's lap, every last inch of cock deep inside him.

Jensen panted softly, staying still as his body adjusted to the girth and the depth of penetration, his cock surprisingly still rock-hard despite the act that usually left most men soft. It didn't go unnoticed by Jared, who merely took hold of his cock, stroking it long and slow until Jensen began to squirm. Their eyes still locked, Jensen gave only the briefest of nods before shifting his weight forward, letting Jared's cock slide out until only the head was left inside. When Jensen sat back down, both he and Jared shared a surprised moan, the rhythm dictated by the noise as the two forgot time and space again and merely focused on being as close as humanly possible.

Their lips met in a flurry as Jensen picked up the pace on each push down, moans escaping from the corners of their mouths on each deep thrust. Soon enough, Jared was bucking up when Jensen rammed down, the two finding the perfect pace, bodies filling with pleasure, thrust after thrust sending them closer to the overflow point.

“Jesus, Jay. So fuckin' big,” Jensen groaned happily, his hips moving in hitched S-shapes as he picked up the pace a little, the desperation returning to his actions.

Jared's face was gorgeous as he got closer to his release and Jensen was mesmerized. His lover moved wantonly, the combination of face and body only serving to further Jensen's own arousal as he let his pace go to hell and let pure lust take over. A choked cry left Jensen as he arched his back; eyes squeezed shut and mouth gaping in complete and utter bliss. Jared had hit his sweet spot and sparks of color filled his vision as he rocked down harder than ever, wanting to feelt he jolt again. Jared smiled breathlessly and took aim again, his own eyes rolling back when Jensen squeezed around him on purpose.

A few more thrusts and Jensen's eyes shot open, mouth moving but no sound coming out. He tried to form words but only succeeded in taking deep gulps of air as he felt Jared begin bucking up hard, the contact sharp and filled with the perfect amount of friction. A long, low moan loosened itself from his lips as he felt his body give over; Jensen going willingly with a cry of Jared's name. Not one thrust after, Jensen couldn't help but let out a choked out sound, the throb of Jared's cock as he came into the condom sending a second wave of pleasure crashing through him.

Collapsing on top of Jared, Jensen found his lover's lips, kissing him passionately as he tried to steal what little breath Jared had. The taller man seemed to do the same to him in their desperate kiss. Once the last wave had subsided, Jensen slowly let Jared slide out of him, his body like Jello as he watched the younger man chuck the condom into the trash can next to the bed. Smiling ear to ear, Jensen rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head.

“Haven't had it that good in years,” he murmured, looking over at Jared to find the same smile and fucked-out look on his face.

“Am I worth keeping around?” Jared joked, moving onto his side, head tipping down to kiss Jensen lazily in the afterglow.

“Mmmhmm.” Jensen nodded, wrapping his arms around his lover to keep him close. “You're definitely staying.”

The moon the sole witness to their night, the two stayed tangled up like young vines until it was time to get up for work the next day.



Friday's were always lazy days in Goodsprings and, as Jared stirred, he found out the fact in the most delicious way possible. Something warm and wet was making everything between his legs tingle and through the hazy fog of sleep, Jared could almost swear that he was getting licked.

Blinking repeatedly, he slowly opened his eyes, looked down, and moaned with as much volume as he could muster first thing in the morning. Jensen had kept his promise. Sprawled out at the bottom of the bed, he was sucking Jared slowly, tongue washing over every ridge and valley.

“Jesus, Jensen,” Jared murmured, his good hand instinctively reaching down to card through the short hairs at the nape of his lover's neck. Jensen purred at the touch, the vibrations making Jared achingly hard in a snap.

“Taste even better in the morning,” Jensen affirmed softly, his hand sliding slow and skittering over the tender flesh of Jared's inner thigh.

“Never gonna make it to work like this,” Jared chuckled, his body going bow-tight at the languid licks of Jensen's tongue.

If Jensen was planning on answering, he wasn't doing it any time soon. Jared watched through a heavy-lidded gaze as his boss took more and more of him into his mouth; his cock's head brushing the back of Jensen's throat lightly.

“Jen...mmmm fuck...gonna come....” Jared warned, knowing he might be disappointing with how quickly he could go over the edge, Jensen just gave his thigh a squeeze and cast a glance up to silently tell him it was okay.

Arching his back and tangling both hands in Jensen's hair, Jared let go and gave him every last drop, both of them moaning wantonly at the release.

Jensen's lips were slicked and swollen when he finally crawled back up to Jared, his smile unmistakeable in the morning light. Jared couldn't stop himself from tugging him close, lips pressing to Jensen's in a lazy, open-mouthed kiss that had him tasting his come on every inch of Jensen's tongue.

“Think I like how you taste better than mine.” Jared grinned, impishly licking a small drop of come from the corner of Jensen's mouth.

“Funny 'cause I was just about to say the same thing about you,” Jensen whispered, his eyes holding a light and enthusiasm Jared hadn't seen before.

“Could get used to waking up like this...” Jared tried, wanting to see if Jensen was on the same page. The grin he got was all the answer he needed and, with another deep kiss, he rolled onto his back, taking Jensen with him.

"Wouldn't mind it, myself," Jensen agreed, his smile still sleepy despite the seeming burst of morning energy. He went quiet after that, his eyes softening into something Jared hadn't seen since his mother's always-overjoyed reaction at a good report card; affection.

"What?" he asked quietly, a little smile playing up the corner of his eyes as he gazed back at Jensen with what he hoped was a look that showed just how at ease he was with the recent turn of events.

"Nothing. Just...just glad you're here, that's all." Jensen's words sounded honest, one warm hand slipping up to stroke at Jared's cheek with a surprisingly soft touch. Jared found his eyes closing at the show of tenderness, his body thrumming with feelings he had denied himself for a very long time.

"Don't want to be anywhere else," he heard himself whisper, nuzzling slowly into Jensen's hand.

"Good, because now that you're here, I don't think I want to let you go." Jared's eyes stung, his smile reaching ear to ear, flat against his mouth. Without another word, he gave Jensen a squeeze and let their mouths meet again; the kiss softer and packed with more emotion than any of its predecessors.

After several long minutes of comfortable silence, Jared finally gave a jaw-cracking yawn and stretched out beneath Jensen's warm body. Jensen gave a chuckle, eyes glancing at the clock with a hazy gaze.

"We should get moving," he said with an apologetic smile, Jensen's big hands sliding up Jared's chest, careful not to press too hard on the distinct, boot-shaped bruise in the center.

"Got kicked pretty good there, huh?" Jensen murmured, kissing gently over the darkest part, as though it would somehow heal it.

"Yeah. My last fight, I hope," Jared nodded, slowly setting Jensen back on his side of the bed before sitting up; the sun's morning rays revealing even more bruises all along his back.

"Jesus..." He heard the whisper of shock from behind him, Jensen's hand coming up not long after to smooth over the injuries. "Who did this to you?"

"One of the other inmates. He thought I'd ratted him out for having drugs in his cell. I wasn't even there the day he got busted; was having a meeting with my lawyer," he explained, sighing softly at the gentle touch on his still-sore back.

"Just one more reason not to go back," Jensen whispered sagely, his lips lighting softly on Jared's shoulder.



They reached the shop along with Cam, the blond gracing them with a knowing smile behind his aviators.

"Morning, lovebirds," he teased as he waited for Jensen to open the doors, a cup of coffee steaming in his hand.

"Better than using my hand," Jensen smirked, pausing in front of his friend to lower his own shades. "WAY better."

"I hate you," Cam deadpanned, gently shoving Jensen through the door, both of them laughing as they made their way in.

Chris came in a few minutes later, grinning ear to ear, a lipstick print clear on his cheek. He whistled as he walked towards the bay, smelling faintly of women's perfume. Seeing his friend, Cam just rolled his eyes, giving him an exasperated look.

"Am I the only one not gettin' laid around here?!" he called out to anyone within earshot, his arms flying up in the air as he moved back towards the the office. Everyone just shared a laugh, Jared blushing a little at the fact that his and Jensen's night together was already public news.

Before he could start in on his day's work, Chris pulled him aside and into the janitor's closet. His eyes were serious, a slight furrow to his brow as he waited for Jared's eyes to adjust to the darker light. Jared felt a slight panic rise in his throat, assuming that last night had been a fluke and that Chris still wasn't okay with him coming to work for the shop after all.

"What I said last night still stands, but given that new light has been shed on the recent developments, I want to make one thing very clear to you. If you hurt Jensen in any way, I will pick you off from two thousand yards away and your head will explode like a melon. No one will find your body, and no one will come looking either, because I am just that good." He paused, giving Jared a hard look. "He hasn't been with anyone in a very long time, and while I like you, kid...Jensen is my brother. He's saved my life, and I've saved his, so if you so much as try and fuck him up, you won't even realize you've been shot until you hit the ground. Got it?"

Jared nodded, eyes wide and fear clear in every inch of his face. The last thing he wanted was to get shot by any of the guys he worked with. All of them looked more than capable of taking him out in ways he didn't even know existed and even if they didn't pick him off from two football fields away, Jared was sure that the shotgun in the truck would be more than enough to do the trick. Chris's face eased when he finished speaking, a kind smile crossing his face instead.

"Don't worry, Jared. I don't take you for the kind to mess up when something's going good for you." A strong pat on his shoulder was followed by Chris finally opening the door and letting himself out; Jared following behind him meekly. With one glance at the pair, Jensen and Cam cracked up, both knowing exactly what had happened.

"He gave you the speech!" Cam wheezed, grabbing his abs and doubling over as another round of chuckles went through him.

Jensen sobered a little quicker than his buddy and, to Jared's surprise, held his arms open, a subtle jerk of his head telling Jared it was okay to come closer. Jared didn't hesitate, despite the slight pink in his cheeks, and soon enough he was wrapped up in Jensen's arms, the warm spice of his cologne making Jared's stomach do those amazing flip-flops again.

"I taught Chris everything he knows. I'd stop him before he got to ya," he whispered into Jared hair, Jensen pulling away just a bit before leaning in again, pressing his lips boldly to Jared's.

His cheeks went rose-red, Jared smiling softly into the kiss, neither he nor Jensen noticing that the gang of girls were back until one of them squealed and uncontrollably slapped her hand against the plexi-glass door. Breaking apart just enough to turn to look, they could only stare for a moment at the gaggle of pubescent teens, all of them wide-eyed and looking more than a little overheated from having witnessed the kiss. Everyone was silent for a moment before all four men burst into laughter, Jared and Jensen doing their best to hide their faces in each others shoulders as tears came to their eyes and their stomach muscles began to ache.

Jared relaxed as the girls began parting ways, his heart skipping a beat as he found that Jensen still hadn't pulled away. Meeting his eyes, he returned Jensen's warm smile, Jared's hand gently squeezing at the fabric of his boss' shirt, where it rested on his hip. They admired each other silently for a few moments, looking as though they were reading each other's thoughts until Jensen leaned in and kissed Jared softly once more.

"We've gotta go make the parts run. Grab the keys and let's go." Jared nodded and did as he was told, the smile never leaving his face. They held hands the whole way, a silent understanding of the new path they were embarking on being agreed upon with a simple squeeze.

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