The Play Nice Proviso: Thirteen
If you know what it’s like to dream a dream, baby, hold me tight and let this be
Sunday morning dawned gorgeous. Truly, Vancouver outdid itself for their special day and everything fell into place with ease; loose ends seemingly tied themselves up into neat little knots and any last minute issues were resolved without undue worries. Easy.
Easy like Sunday morning.
The garden out back had been charmingly decorated with a few chairs laid out for the ceremony and a large table big enough to comfortably seat everyone tastefully arranged on the wide expanse of the deck. Jared breathed in long and deep, filling his lungs with the cool Vancouver air. It would warm up soon enough, and he was glad that he and Jensen decided to go with light linen suits instead of more formal attire. The entire ceremony was informal; just the pastor, family, friends and Jensen and him. Perfect.
So perfect, in fact, that it was almost as if he dreamt the whole thing, except that Jensen’s hand in his was real, tangible in all the ways that mattered most to Jared. Their vows were said traditionally, without hesitation, eyes shiny with moisture, locked onto each other. The rings exchanged were simple, identical heavy platinum bands; their polished surfaces glinting in the late afternoon sunlight, unmarred by nothing but their names engraved on the inside. Their kiss, their first as husband and husband, was warm and wonderful, sealing their vows, while the smiles exchanged afterwards were the happy promises to have and hold from that day forth. Forever.
Jared touched and hugged and kissed his new husband, his best friend, the love of his life, at every opportunity, simply incapable of keeping his hands to himself. Not that Jensen minded, although, he sure did blush a whole lot. Like when Jared fed him the first bite of their wedding cake. And when they had sipped from each other’s champagne flutes, and stole food off each other’s plates. It was adorable and endearing and every other word in the dictionary that was synonymous with those.
Then, just when Jared thought the day couldn’t get any better, in that magical time where day turned into night and the first stars came out to shine and the sky was Jensen’s favorite shade of dusky blue, Jensen pulled out his guitar.
And Jared couldn’t take his eyes off his husband.
Everyone but Jeff and Josh looked surprised, and as Jared watched, their brothers got out their own guitars and flanked Jensen as he walked to where Jared was sitting on the deck steps.
“So,” Jensen started to say but his voice hitched slightly. Ducking his head and clearing his throat, he looked back at Jared, looking so handsome that Jared thought his heart would burst. “I promised you a wedding song, Jay. The original was sung by this guy from out here in BC and seeing as how he’s your typical All-Canadian-Nice-Guy, I didn’t think he’d mind if I sang it to you myself. Without a Bluetooth this time.” As he strummed the first notes of the song on his guitar, Jared was awfully glad he was sitting down because Jensen singing him this song, one of Jared’s all-time favorites? Turned his legs to jelly. Then Jen set his guitar aside as Josh and Jeff took over the accompaniment fully, and he pulled Jared up into their first dance, still singing that song in his ear, sweet and hot and... perfect.
And as Jensen crooned Michael Bublé’s ‘Everything’ to him, Jared Ackles-Padalecki fell in love with his husband all over again.
You're a falling star, you're the getaway car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.
And you play it coy but it's kinda cute.
Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby, don't pretend that you don't know it's true.
'cause you can see it when I look at you.
You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my every day.
And I can't believe, that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you, baby, just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.
“Jay! Wait!” Jensen shouted abruptly, stalling his husband before he could walk into their bedroom. Jared turned to give him a quizzical look but Jensen merely grinned, and in a split second, he used what Jared called his ninja-superhero moves, and easily hefted the larger man up into a fireman’s hold.
Jared squeaked in surprise before the method behind Jensen’s sudden madness became apparent to him. Then he laughed, sounding as stupidly happy as Jensen felt as he was carried over the threshold and into their bedroom.
Jensen eased him down slowly in the middle of the room, but not before suggestively palming and squeezing his ass.
“Idiot.” This time it was Jared who said it, with a loving smile and a chaste but sweet kiss on the cheek. Jensen just smirked playfully up at him. He didn’t think he had ever smiled this much in his life. It felt amazingly good for someone renowned for his reticence.
“What can I say, Jay? You make me stupid.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” Jared whispered, his gaze suddenly heated as it raked over Jensen. “You’re beautiful.”
Jensen’s heart stopped and started again, hammering away in his chest. Then, predictably, he blushed. He looked down at his crumpled linen trousers and tie tugged askew. He looked at his white shirt with the prominent caramel icing stain down the front. He didn’t need to look at a mirror to know his hair was a mess, and that his face probably showed every little bit of how tired he was, but also how happy he was, and huh... maybe that was all that mattered.
When he looked up at Jared, he only saw the happiness he felt reflected in his husband’s face. “So are you,” he whispered, his voice husky as he moved, closing the distance between them, winding his arms around Jared’s neck. The kiss they shared was scorching in its intensity, and they both pulled away gasping for breath before turning as one to look down at the big, broad bed before them.
“So…” Jared started.
“Uh huh?”
“How are we gonna do this?”
Jensen knew exactly what he was talking about. “Wanna flip for it?”
Jared’s booming laughter filled every corner of the room, as he leaned down to nuzzle Jensen’s neck. “Whose idea was it to sprinkle rose petals over our bed?”
“I believe that would be our sisters.”
“They’re pink, Jensen.”
“Isn’t that your favorite color?” Jensen teased.
“No, my favorite color is green. The green of your eyes.” He punctuated that breathtaking statement by pressing little nips and kisses on Jensen’s eyes, and all along his eyelashes, while Jensen manfully stifled the urge to swoon.
“Happy to oblige, babe,” he breathed.
“Mmm, mighty kind of you, darlin’. That’s why I had Alyssa do this room in greens,” Jared admitted, going slightly red in the face. Jensen blinked up at him in surprise, but at Jared’s sheepish expression, his surprise turned to smugness. “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You don’t need to, Jen. I hear you loud and clear. And yes, I was stupid for you back then when we re-did the house. Okay? Maybe I was stupid for you right from the get-go.”
“From the...? You mean from the day we met?”
Jared avoided his eyes. “I looked you up too, you know. You were the smokin’ hot one. Holy crap, way to give a guy a complex,” he grumbled as he sank down on the bed and stared at his bare feet. Jensen kneeled before him and tipped his chin up with his hand, forcing Jared to look at him.
“Did you not see all the dorky pictures from my past? Two words, dude: Eric. Brady.”
“Shut up. Eric Brady was practically perfect. I felt so... lacking. And then you came to that meeting and you were so serious and then I hugged you and you got so grumpy and it was freakin’ adorable and it just really made me want to hug you again and again and you wouldn’t even look at me and it kinda hurt more than it should’ve and...
“Whoa, whoa... breathe.” Jensen shook his head in disbelief. “You thought you were lacking? How could you ever think that?”
“Have you seen you?”
“Have you seen you?”
Jared huffed out a breath in annoyance. “What I wanted to say was, you intrigued me from the beginning. All I wanted to do was get to know you... all of you. What you liked and didn’t like, what you loved and hated, what made you laugh or cry. I never felt that way before. Not about a guy, anyway, maybe not even about a girl. And then, you were so distant and cold and such a giant jerk, it should have turned me off but it was fun to rile you up, you know? It was fun to see your eyes flashing fire. It totally sucked sometimes too, but I was still having fun.”
“Like at the conventions? Holy shit!” Jensen looked at his husband in shock. “We were flirting. All that time, that’s what we were doing. It was supposed to be all for show...”
Jared grinned. “Maybe in the beginning...”
“Foreplay.”
“Totally.” Jared slid off the bed until he was sitting on the floor in front of Jensen. He cupped his face and lowered his head, his mouth closing over Jensen’s lower lip to suck, nibble, and lick it until Jensen was driven to distraction. When Jared moved to lavish the same attention to Jensen’s earlobe, he was able to gulp in a lungful of air and speak again, if only somewhat articulately.
“I think I had a thing for you before I even met you,” he confessed. Jared froze.
“What?”
“I think that’s the biggest reason I was such a dick to you.”
“Not Mack?”
“Well, that too; mainly that, but...” Jensen hid his head in the crook of Jared’s neck and sighed. “I mean, when I first noticed you, before I met you, something about you just rubbed me the wrong way, you know? Then I met you and suddenly everything about you just irritated me. I didn’t recognize my feelings for what they were. The way you tied me up in knots, this sick feeling I got every time you were around me. I thought it was hate. ‘Cause I found that all my preconceived notions about who I thought you were, none of it added up when we started working together. You seemed like this great guy and you were supposed to be a prick. It was annoying; I didn’t want to be wrong. I invested so much energy into not liking you, I just felt like I had to keep doing it. Then Mack cleared the air between us and I couldn’t stay in denial,” Jensen glanced up when Jared’s hand caressed his cheek. “It was only when I thought you were in love with Genevieve that I finally admitted to myself that I was in love with you.”
“Genevieve? Why the hell does everyone think I’m in love with her?”
“I overheard you and Chad talking in the kitchen that weekend the guys came down. He said Sandy had told him. Do you remember?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do. Sandy overheard me talking, well, flirting, with you on the phone and she wouldn’t believe the ‘Jen’ on the phone was you. Wait a minute,” Jared eyed him suspiciously. “Is that why...? Was that when you...?”
“Cried like a girl? Yes.”
“How could you ever think I was in love with her, Jensen?”
“I realized that after watching you guys for a few days. Then I knew there was no way you could love her.”
“What made you so sure?” Jared’s voice was soft as he leaned back against the bed, keeping Jensen close.
Jensen stared deep into his eyes, making sure Jared would understand the depth of his conviction. “You didn’t look at her the way you looked at me. You don’t look at anyone else the way you look at me.”
“And how do I look at you?” Jared asked so quietly that if Jensen hadn’t been leaning in so close, he wouldn’t have heard him.
“The same way I look at you,” he breathed, his eyes stinging slightly. “Like you’re my whole world.”
“You love me,” Jared declared wondrously.
“This comes as a surprise to you?”
“You love me like I love you.”
“I thought we established that already. In fact, I distinctly remember getting married at some point too.”
Jared smiled, his dimples out in full force, but before Jensen could even appreciate that smile, Jared hugged him. Jensen sighed and settled into him, feeling safe and loved and blessed. They ended up sitting there, on the floor, at the foot of their bed, Jensen resting on Jared’s chest, just holding each other and whispering in the gathering darkness as they watched the crescent moon rise in the night sky and dimly illuminate their room through the bay window.
“Are you still nervous about this, Jen? Is that why we’re stalling?”
“I’m not stalling,” Jensen argued. The he sighed. “Okay, maybe a little. Are you nervous?”
“Yeah,” Jared kissed his neck again. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it. I want you so bad.”
Jensen turned to look at Jared, smirking when he saw the mild frustration on his face. Clearly, the time for conversation was over. He scrambled to his feet and in a second, yanked off his tie. “You want me? Then come get me, cowboy.”
Jared chuckled and stood. “Seriously?”
“I think we shouldn’t take this too seriously. We’ve been chickening out ever since we got back to Vancouver. Granted, we were a bit distracted by all the wedding stuff, but still...,” He began unbuttoning his shirt, making it more of a tease when he saw the way Jared’s gaze start to simmer. When his hands went to his belt, Jared batted them away.
“I wanna do that,” he muttered, biting his lower lip in concentration. Jensen worked the buttons of Jared’s shirt open instead, trying to push it off his shoulders at the same time that Jared tried to push his trousers down and off. They stopped, looked at each other and started laughing.
“How about we do this part ourselves? We’ll work on our finesse later.”
“I’m down with that,” Jared muttered as he stripped down to his boxers. Jensen stared at the wide expanse of golden brown skin revealed to him for a full minute before glomming onto him, kissing his new husband so enthusiastically that Jared laughed into his mouth. Jensen drew back and frowned at him, which only made Jared laugh harder and push him down onto the rose-petal strewn bed. “Slow down, we have all night.”
“Now who’s stalling?” Jensen breathed as Jared covered his body with his larger, heavier frame. God, how he loved the weight of Jared pushing and pinning him down to the bed. Or any horizontal surface, really. Or any vertical surface, for that matter. When it came to Jared, Jensen was easy.
“All right,” Jared huffed. “I’ll admit it. I’ve been afraid. In spite of all that research we did, I’m afraid this won’t work. Logistically speaking,” he ducked his head in embarrassment. “I’m kinda big, in case you haven’t noticed. And you’re kinda small. You know, down there,” the blush on his face rivaled Jensen’s. “Oh God, do all gay guys go through this? It’s mortifying.” Jensen tried, he really did, but he couldn’t hold in the laughter. Jared growled, completely unamused. “Shut up.”
“Is that why you’re holding back?” Jensen asked when he was able to breathe again.
“Well, yeah.”
“Logistics?”
“Shut up, Jensen.”
“And here I was thinking it was because you were uncomfortable with the whole idea of it... you know, being straight and all. Before me. Before us.”
“What? No!” Jared vehemently voiced. “I want to fuck you so bad, I’ve been going insane. But I’m afraid of hurting you. How could you think I didn’t want you like that?”
Jensen rubbed his face against Jared’s to soothe him. “You didn’t like the porn we watched.”
Jared grimaced. “Did you like it?”
“No, it was pretty cheesy. Not a turn on.”
“So not a turn on,” Jared said, biting his lip in thought. “But everything about you turns me on, Jen. How about... you fuck me? That would work better I think.”
“Logistically?”
“Seriously, you need to shut up about that.”
“Wait a minute. Are you trying to imply that I’m smaller - slightly smaller - so this’ll work better?”
“Aww, baby, size doesn’t matter,” Jared soothed him with a smirk.
“Now you shut up.” Jensen grinned up at him, sighed and then pressed a kiss to his chin. “We suck at this.”
“Nah, we’re good. And we’re gonna get better. The first time’s always the most awkward anyway, in any kind of relationship. I expect us to be pros by the time we get back from Mexico.” They stared at each other for a few moments, neither of them doing anything to move things along. Then they both dissolved into laughter again.
“We seriously suck at this.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Wait a minute,” Jensen had a light-bulb moment. “Get off of me, Jay.” Jared rolled off him and Jensen jumped up and off the bed. He was at the door when he looked back at his bewildered husband. “Don’t move.”
He ran down to the kitchen, where Harley and Sadie eyed him curiously for a few moments before Jensen shushed them and they went back to sleep, snuggled together in their spot. Jensen opened their massive fridge and foraged in the back, quickly finding what he was looking for hidden on the bottom shelf, smiling to himself that no one had touched it. He had made it for Jared after all; he just thought they would eat it tomorrow. But maybe, Jared might appreciate it more now. He grabbed a couple of spoons from the cutlery drawer, a napkin from the countertop and hurried back upstairs.
“Whatcha got there?” Jared asked as soon as he walked into the room and shut the door behind him.
“A surprise,” Jensen smirked as he knee-walked along the bed to where Jared was lying down, leaning back on his elbows, waiting patiently for him. Jensen settled in comfortably, snuggling into Jared’s side when he sat up and draped his arm across Jensen’s shoulders, kissing the shell of his ear. He pulled the napkin off the bowl in his hand to reveal a triple chocolate - milk, white and dark - mousse and fresh strawberry trifle that he had made early that morning when Jared had gone out with the guys, running a few last minute errands for the wedding. Jared’s eyes widened in surprise.
“You sneaky dessert ninja,” he accused happily, grabbing a spoon from Jensen’s other hand and digging in. Jensen smirked and joined him. “Mmm, God, so good, Jen,” Jared moaned, spooning another bite into his mouth. Suddenly, he looked at Jensen, his lips pursed, the trifle on his tongue. He quirked his eyebrow mischievously and leaned in, opening his mouth over Jensen’s in a kiss that had them both savoring the decadence of the sweet treat. Jared made sure to thoroughly lick and swallow any remnants of cake and cream from Jensen’s mouth, and when he pulled back, smug as all get out, leaving Jensen breathless and hard. “You taste better than chocolate. Good to know.”
Okay. No more Mr. Nice Guy. “Jared?”
“Mmm, baby?” His husband moaned as he spooned a bit of trifle on Jensen’s shoulder and then licked it off, eyes widening in wonder, clearly enamored with his new game.
“Jay, you need to... guh,” Jensen was rendered momentarily incoherent when Jared pushed him horizontal and dabbing a glob of chocolate on his nipple, started licking it off.
Jensen moaned, his breathing becoming shallower as Jared straddled him, his spoon depositing small mouthfuls of trifle across his chest, like breadcrumbs mapping a meandering path from one nipple to the other. Jensen’s spoon fell from his hand and clattered to the hardwood floor, his hands now seeking purchase in Jared’s hair, holding on for dear life as Jared slowly but surely proceeded to drive any semblance of rational thought from his mind.
“Fantasy...” Jared breathed in between licks and suckling at his sensitized skin.
“Huh?”
“You, as dessert, with dessert...,” he whispered reverently, decorating Jensen’s writhing, overheated body with more of the creamy sweetness. “Ever since you told me about your mad skills in the kitchen, I’ve had this fantasy to lick something sweet off every single inch of you.” Jensen slid his hand down his boxers and grasped the base of his dick in a vice-like grip, just so that he wouldn’t come from those words alone. His action distracted Jared and brought his heated, lusty gaze to Jensen’s. “Good idea,” he murmured, stripping them both of their boxers in a surprisingly graceful move. Then he dipped his spoon into the bowl of trifle once again.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out his intent, but even in Jensen’s diminished mental capacity, he realized it would all be over if Jared put his mouth on him now. He used all his flagging stamina to yank his husband up until they met eye to eye. “If you don’t fuck me now,” he gasped, gulping at the darkening of Jared’s eyes, “I will never make you dessert again. We can play later.”
“Gives a whole new meaning to the ‘Play Nice’ Proviso, dontcha think?” Jared muttered into his mouth as he kissed him, his tongue plunging deep and stroking languidly, as he reached for the lube sitting on the bedside table.
“Jared...” Jensen whimpered. “Please.” Jared shushed him, kissing him quiet, mouthing the sharp cut of his jaw and sucking at the base of his neck. Jensen was close to mindless, blood cannoning through his veins, flooding his ears with white noise, blocking out the whole world except for Jared. Jared over him. Jared around him. Jared inside him.
His breath stuttered almost painfully in his chest when he felt the press of one long, slick finger sliding into him. His eyes widened at that initial breach, his body shuddering at the feral look in Jared’s intense gaze, as that lone finger fucked into him, slow and deep. Soon, another finger pushed inside him and Jensen gasped, head falling back against the pillows, hands clutching at the sheets, every inch of him so sensitive that the softness of a few errant rose petals brushing against his fingers sent delicious little shivers shooting across his skin.
“More,” he rasped, and Jared slid a third finger in, fucking, circling, fanning, stretching, teasing him open, Jensen’s body lifting off the bed at the first brush of a finger against his prostate, every nerve within his body firing to life. A wild sound escaped him, low and guttural, a sound he was sure he had never made before, and he heard Jared growl in response. When he opened his eyes, he saw Jared looming over him, breathing hard, his nostrils flared, his jaw clenched, and his pupils blown so wide, his eyes looked as black as night.
“Now?” Jared asked, his voice rough, wrecked. It took all the willpower Jensen possessed just to nod.
And then Jared’s fingers were gone, and his slick cock, thick and hot and hard and leaking moisture, was right there as Jared inched his way into his body with an excruciatingly slow burn. Jensen held his breath, and he felt Jared do the same. It wasn’t easy. It hurt but it wasn’t an unbearable pain; it was this weird sensation of being empty before and now being achingly full.
Complete.
Jared slid into his body the way he had slid into his life, slow at first, but then blindingly fast, binding Jensen to him for now and forever.
Then he stalled, his cock throbbing where it was buried deep inside Jensen, as if attuned to his heartbeat, Jensen thought. But coherent fled from his mind the very next second as Jared leaned down to kiss him, unhurried and soft, all the while lacing their fingers together and raising their entwined hands above Jensen’s head, his mouth leaving Jensen’s to trail across his jaw line until he was whispering his love into Jensen’s ears as he started to move. In and out, shallow and deep; long, languid thrusts of his cock that left Jensen hanging onto his sanity by a thread and trying desperately not to fall apart at the seams. Jensen’s legs clamped around Jared’s hips, tethering him close.
“Look at me, Jensen.”
His body shuddering, Jensen opened his eyes, Jared’s fiercely possessive gaze capturing and trapping him so he couldn’t look away, as if he wanted to look away at all. Jared rose above him like a warrior, the muscles of his arms and shoulders flexed taut, the tendons at his neck stretched tight, his face a study in control.
He was gorgeous.
And he was holding back, Jensen realized through the fog in his brain. That wasn’t right. Jensen canted his hips up, slamming into Jared, surprising him. His husband got the idea though and in the next second, Jared drew back, almost to the edge and then rammed back down into him, hard and hot and merciless, his eyes never once wavering from Jensen’s face.
Jensen gasped, feeling flushed and feverish, his orgasm building within, threatening to obliterate everything inside him with its intensity. He had never felt this way before. Never. Not with anyone; just Jared as he pushed into him again, relentless in his intensity, quickening his pace, tightening his grip on Jensen’s hands, every motion of his body pushing on Jensen’s dick, pressing it hard against his belly. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their muscles heaving and tense as Jared changed the angle of his thrusts until he was brushing Jensen’s prostate with almost every brutal move. Jensen’s eyes fell shut, starbursts exploding behind his eyelids, the pleasure overwhelming, almost overriding his ability to breathe, and he was glad to feel that telltale tingling at the base of his spine, his balls tightening in tandem, miraculously grateful that he had managed to last this long because suddenly he was keening Jared’s name and coming and coming and coming, his body arcing off the bed as Jared pistoned into him, harder, faster, once, twice, before every muscle in his body tensed and Jensen felt Jared’s release flood him with wet, slick warmth, just as he heard Jared’s voice moaning his name as he collapsed against him, completely spent.
Replete.
It might have been minutes or hours before their breathing returned to normal, before their hearts stopped racing, before they were able to think, let alone speak.
“Goddamn Google never said anything about it being that good,” Jared muttered, still panting slightly. There was a split second of total silence before Jensen snorted. Then he threw back his head and laughed, his chest shaking, as Jared looked down at him, smiling. “I love the sound of your laugh. I think it’s my favorite sound in the whole world. I would recognize it anywhere,” he stated softly, but with so much love and conviction that Jensen quieted, emotion swelling in his chest.
He leaned up and kissed his husband, soft and sweet. “You… you are the kindest, most generous person I know, and you also have the biggest heart and I am so... so lucky to be loved by you, you don’t even know...,” Jensen broke off as tears filled his eyes unbidden and spilled over and down his temples.
“I’m the lucky one, Jen,” Jared whispered, his own eyes brimming as he brushed away the wetness from Jensen’s face. “I’m the lucky one. You think I don’t see the way you take care of your family? The way you look out for me? Even when we weren’t friends, you had my back. And now...,” Jared swallowed visibly. “You’re my whole world.”
“I love you, Jared,” he said softly, hoping Jared would understand that that explained everything.
“I love you, Jensen,” Jared licked away the tears from the creases of his eyes. “And I’m pretty sure this is the way true love works.”
“I didn’t know... I feel like one lifetime with you won’t be enough. I’ve never been in love like this before.”
“Never like this. No one compares to you. Nothing compares to this, what we have, what we just did,” Jared sighed and rolled off him, lying on his side and propping himself up on his elbow as Jensen snuggled closer, already missing the warm weight of his body. Jared reached down to the floor and picked up one of their shirts to wipe them clean, making sure his touch was gentle with Jensen. Jensen smiled at that, as he let his fingers trace intricate patterns on Jared’s chest, but tossing the shirt, Jared caught his hand and kissed each of his fingers in turn, sucking lightly at his knuckles.
“You think it’ll always be like this?”
“I think it’ll be better. ‘Cause I am quite obviously awesome in the sack.”
Jensen sniffed and then smirked at his husband’s smug smile. “You’re an idiot.”
“An idiot who’s awesome in the sack.”
“I think you’re gonna need to provide me with more evidence to back up that claim.”
“Is that so?” Jared nuzzled his face.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Jensen?” He felt Jared’s smile widen against the side of his face, and just the thought of those dimples made Jensen melt.
“Yes, Jay?”
“Is it time to ‘Play Nice’ yet?”
Harley and Sadie scrambled to their feet as Jensen walked into the kitchen while Jared was making breakfast the next morning, piling their plates with French toast, as the scrambled eggs and sausages bubbled and sizzled away on the stove.
“Morning, sunshine,” Jared smirked at his husband.
“Morning.” Jensen’s smile was shy, and his cheeks pinkened slightly. It was adorable and Jared couldn’t resist him. Abandoning their breakfast, he shooed the dogs away from their other daddy and enveloped Jensen in a hug, loving it when Jen just sort of melted into him. Then he kissed him: his neck, his jaw, that soft, sensitive spot behind his ear, his cheek, his temple, his forehead, and the tip of his nose before finally closing over his mouth, taking his time and ending it with a bite to his lower lip, leaving Jensen breathless and Jared horny. Again.
“Now that’s how you say ‘Good Morning’. Take notes, Ackles, there’s gonna be a quiz later.”
“That’s Ackles-Padalecki to you.”
“Hot damn, I love the sound of that.”
“Me too,” Jensen grinned, winding his arms around Jared’s neck and kissing him senseless this time. “The eggs.”
“Huh?”
“The eggs are burning.”
“Oh!” Jared rushed to the stove just in time to save the day and breakfast. They needed to refuel before they got back to the serious business of sexing. He snorted to himself as Jensen turned up the radio and shimmied his way to the fridge, taking out the maple syrup and milk and setting them on the table next to the French toast.
“What is this song? I kinda like it.”
“I dunno,” Jared mumbled, listening carefully now. It was some chick singing about brushing her teeth with a bottle of Jack. What the fuck? He looked at Jensen but his husband merely shrugged and got down with his bad self, his body popping in perfect time to the beat. Jared watched him for a few seconds, the way he shook that gorgeous body, looking ridiculously sexy in just a pair of navy boxer briefs and a gray tee, an outfit almost identical to what Jared was wearing. What? They were getting naked as soon as Jared could arrange it anyway, so there was no good reason to dress for breakfast.
Jensen danced closer, and Jared laughed, mimicking Jen’s steps until they were in synch, not unlike their moves on Supernatural’s gag reels. Then Jensen changed tactics, moving towards him, the smile on his face sexy, the look in his jade eyes predatory. He stalked Jared, his body writhing to the rhythm until he had Jared backed up against the glass patio doors, pushing his body flush against him. Jared obliged, flattening his palms against the cool glass behind them, spreading his legs so Jensen could stand in the vee between them, the difference in their heights now negated. Jensen planted his hands on the glass on either side of Jared’s head, and leaned in to lick a stripe along Jared’s lower lip, demanding entrance. Again, Jared was powerless to do anything but oblige.
There was nothing of him that he wouldn’t give Jensen.
The hot, slick press of Jensen’s tongue in his mouth incinerated every last nerve ending Jared possessed. Jared was still mystified as to how Jensen managed to do that every single time he kissed him. He sighed breathily when Jensen finally decided to relinquish control of his mouth and his mind.
“Mmm. You’re definitely a keeper,” he murmured against Jared’s lips, as if loath to break their connection.
His hands had somehow found purchase on Jensen’s hips during that kiss, so Jared tugged him in tight and kept him close. “How are we supposed to go about our daily lives when I find it so damn difficult to let you go, let alone let you outta my sight for even a minute?”
“You too, huh? Well, at least we’re mutually obsessive, co-dependent freaks. It’s all good, Jay. We’ll make it work.”
Jared chuckled. “Yeah. We will, won’t we? It’s not like that’s even up for debate.”
“It’s second nature.”
“It’s easy.”
“It’s us,” they said in unison, smiling at each other, secure in their love, not at all surprised at their synchrony.
They stood there for a long while, studying each other, exchanging kisses as light as air, fleeting, petal-soft, their eyes open, hazel locked onto green. Jared thought he saw his entire life in Jensen’s eyes. He saw their past, their present, their future. He saw their hopes and dreams, home and hearth, and family and friends and... Jensen cradling a baby to his broad chest. Jared’s breath caught at the startling clarity of that image, and just the thought of having a family of their own someday was mesmerizing and he couldn’t wait to talk to Jensen about it.
But time enough for that later, much later. This time was just for the two of them.
And as he found himself lost in Jensen’s eyes again, he felt joy, he felt blessed, and right there, right there in the depths of those emerald irises, if you looked very closely - and when it came to Jensen, Jared always did - he would swear that he saw a golden glimpse of Heaven.
The Beginning...
