Fic: A thousand dollars for a kiss: Chapter Three

[zara_zee]

Jeff parked the car and then hurried into Per vias rectas to run an NA meeting, leaving Jared to wander upstairs to the apartment.


He grabbed the handset from the telephone cradle on the wall in between the kitchen and the living room, and then sat on his blue-patterned quilt, chewing on his bottom lip.

He needed to call Jensen. He wanted to call Jensen. But he hated calling his cell phone like a client wanting to make a booking, and he wasn’t sure what he should tell him either. Not the truth. No matter what Jeff said, in this case telling the whole truth would be a disaster. But maybe he could stick as close to it as possible.

Jensen answered on the third ring.

“Hi. It’s me. Jared. Can you talk?”

“Hey Jared, what’s up?”

Jensen’s tone was cool and Jared swallowed nervously. Jensen was upset with him. Or maybe he was with someone. Or about to be with someone. Or maybe he’d just finished being with someone. Jared took a deep breath.

“I can call back?” he said tentatively. “If now’s not a good time.”

“Now’s fine.” Jensen’s voice was still flat and indifferent.

“Are you mad at me?” Jared blurted.

“Why would I be mad?”

“You sound upset.”

“Look…just say what you’ve gotta say, alright?”

“Okay,” Jared paused. “My parents are splitting up.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

“Jensen?”

“Your parents are splitting up?”

“Yeah. My dad cheated on my mom. Mom was really upset. She needed me.”

“Yeah, okay,” Jensen said. His tone had thawed a little, but he still didn’t sound happy.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I wanted to. Every day. But I couldn’t.”

“Right,” Jensen said, his voice suddenly much brighter. “Because your family are like, Amish, or something aren’t they? No modern stuff.”

“Not exactly. They over-protected all us kids, home-schooled us, wouldn’t let us use the internet, or watch much television, but we do have all that stuff. I couldn’t call you because… You remember me telling you my parents are pretty rich?”

“Yep.”

“When rich people split up it can get really nasty. And my dad…to put it bluntly, he’s an asshole. If a call to a…” he paused. “This is so embarrassing. Look…you know what your job is…and if a call to…someone like you…showed up in my mom’s phone records, my dad would use it to embarrass her in the divorce.”

Jensen said that he understood and Jared was pleased to hear that his voice was no longer distant and detached. “So you’re not mad anymore?”

“I wasn’t mad,” Jensen insisted.

Jared harrumphed.

“Okay, maybe a little,” Jensen conceded.

“I missed you,” Jared said. “I didn’t like being away from you.”

“Yeah? So this is a booty call?”

“A what?”

Jensen laughed. “You wanna come over tonight? I have to work, but I should be home by ten.”

Jared said he’d be there.

--

There was no one home when Jared arrived at Jensen’s place, so he sat on the threadbare brown carpet outside his apartment, leaning against the door.

Twenty-something minutes later Jensen appeared at the top of the stairs. He was wearing black jeans and a white button-down shirt and looked every bit as gorgeous as Jared remembered. He looked tired, Jared thought, but his smile was the genuine one that reached his eyes.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said as Jared stood up to greet him. “I was down in Santa Monica and there was an accident on the 405. My cab got stuck in traffic.”

Jared couldn’t help himself; he reached out and pulled Jensen into a hug. “I missed you.”

Jensen held himself stiffly for a moment and then relaxed into Jared’s arms.

“C’mon,” Jensen cleared his throat. “Let’s get inside.”

Jensen made them coffee and put the television on. They sat together on the steel-grey sofa and Jensen lit a Marlboro and then leaned back with a sigh, propping his feet up on the black plastic coffee table.

“Long day?” Jared asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded, and then launched into a story about a drug addicted girl called Charlie and some kid called Kevin.

“Kevin’s fourteen?” Jared echoed questioningly, trying not to sound as shocked as he felt.

“So he says. But he looks real young.”

“Do you think Jeff and Sam could help him?”

Jensen shrugged. “Maybe. He’s not real trusting. Which probably means he’s got a good reason not to be real trusting.”

Jared was contemplating what horrors the kid may have lived through when his attention was snatched by the mention of his mother’s name on the television. He turned just in time to see his mom and all the kids hurrying out of a black stretch limousine and toward his grandparent’s ranch house. They were surrounded by a pack of microphone-carrying journalists, who the Kevlar-clad security guys were valiantly trying to keep at arm’s length. The anchor explained in hushed tones that in the wake of her husband’s arrest for soliciting an underage prostitute, Catherine J Monaghan had taken her children to stay with her parents in Texas.

“Insiders have mentioned previously that Thomas Gibson Garcia does not get along with his in-laws,” said the anchor, “so this visit could well be seen as a snub to him; a drawing of battle lines if you will.”

“Catherine! Catherine! Is it true that you’ve asked your husband to move out of the family home?”

“How are you coping Catherine?”

“It’s a nightmare,” Jared heard his mother say to the journalists surrounding her, “and I don’t want to talk about it, especially in front of the children. They’re my priority in all this. We’re going to be spending some much needed time processing all this with my family and I ask that you respect our privacy.”

Jensen snorted. “Good on her. I hope she did kick him out. Thomas Gibson Garcia’s an asshole.”

Jared turned to look at him. “You don’t, uh, know him, do you?”

Jensen frowned. “The dude’s famous. I don’t live under a rock, you know.”

“No. I mean…you don’t know him, uh, professionally? Your profession?”

Jensen expression cleared. “Oh. Yeah, no. He’s strictly into chicks. Likes ‘em young and impressionable.”

Jared’s stomach dropped. “And you know this, how?”

“I’ve worked a few parties that he’s been at. He’s into the whole ‘pure virgin’ thing. Doesn’t like his whores to look like whores, you know?”

“What a hypocrite,” Jared said faintly.

“Yeah,” Jensen nodded. “The hardcore Christians are always the worst. I won’t take those douchebags as clients.”

Jared watched Jensen take a final drag on his cigarette and then crush it into the stainless steel ashtray. “Jensen?” he said hesitantly, “I’m a Christian.”

Jensen stared at him. “You’re not a client.”

“No, I know. But…you seem to have a real problem with Christians.”

“I have a problem with hypocrites. You’re struggling with all this; with your faith and your sexuality. You’re not fucking fourteen-year-old hookers one week and ranting publicly about sin the next.”

Jared took a sip of his coffee. The news anchor had moved onto another story now and Jared closed his eyes briefly. His mom sure had it right. This was a nightmare. There was no way Jensen would even consider a relationship with Jared if Jared’s family knew what Jensen did for a living. Jensen was working towards a fresh start and if Jared wanted to be part of that, he had to help the older man put his past behind him. How was that going to work if Jared’s father recognized Jensen as a prostitute?

“Hey,” Jensen leaned in to him, his breath whispering against Jared’s cheek and his hand settling on his thigh. “I can hear you thinking. You’re not freaking out again, are you?”

Jared turned his head and captured the other’s man’s lips in a soft kiss.

“Maybe a little,” he confessed. “It’s just…my faith is important to me. And you…”

“Don’t have any faith,” Jensen finished the sentence. “Not in some magical, all-seeing, all-knowing sky God anyway.”  He began toying with his lighter, biting on his bottom lip, with his gaze studiously averted from Jared. “Did you, uh, tell your family? About the gay thing?”

“Yeah. My mom doesn’t care. If I’m happy, she’s happy. My dad’ll probably disown me. I think I mentioned that he’s an asshole?”

Jensen grinned. “Once or twice. You wanna make out?”

“Okay,” the word was barely out of Jared’s mouth before Jensen was straddling his lap and taking his face in his hands. Jensen smelled of cigarettes and sandalwood and when he was up close like this Jared could see his freckles.

“You’re so…symmetrical,” Jared said and Jensen laughed.

“That’s a new one.”

Jared covered his face with his hand. “I’m sorry. I’m such a…a dork.”

“Nah,” Jensen peeled his hands away from his face and kissed him lightly on the lips. “You’re adorkable.”

Jared pouted. “Don’t tease me.”

Jensen ground his ass against Jared’s lap and Jared groaned.

“It’s only teasing if I don’t plan on following through,” Jensen said matter-of-factly. He swiveled and flexed and grinned at Jared’s growing arousal. “And I plan on following through.” He leaned forward and claimed Jared’s mouth. Jensen tasted like coffee and tobacco but Jared didn’t mind, so long as his lips and his tongue kept up the soft pressure that was going straight to Jared’s groin. He moaned into the kiss and Jensen got a hand up underneath Jared’s shirt and started playing with a nipple.  Jared moaned again and spread his legs, thrusting up against Jensen’s ass.

Jensen broke off the kiss, his green eyes wide, his pupils huge and his body language, suddenly, completely different. “Want me to ride your cock, baby?” he said, his voice sultry and knowing.

Jared didn’t know if he wanted penetrative sex, ever, as either the top or the bottom, but that wasn’t the biggest problem here; the biggest problem was that the guy who’d just propositioned him wasn’t Jensen.

That had been Dean.

“Jared? Breathe. Fuck. Sorry. Too much?” Jensen was back.

Jared sucked in air and then gripped Jensen’s wrists. “Two weeks ago I hadn’t even been kissed,” he said. “I don’t know what I want yet, sexually, but I do know that I want you, Jensen. Not Dean.”

“What?” Jensen’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I’ve seen you work, when I’ve been helping at the coffee van. When you’re Dean, everything changes; your voice, your body language. That wasn’t you just now. That’s not how Jensen talks, how he moves. That was Dean.”

“Hate to break it to you, buddy, but Jensen and Dean are the same person.”

Jared shook his head. “You’re Jensen. Dean’s just an act you put on. I don’t want some act. I want you.”

Jensen climbed off his lap and reached for his cigarettes.

Jared watched him light up and then scooted along the sofa until they were sitting shoulder to shoulder with their knees touching.

“Hey,” he put his hand on Jensen’s thigh. “We don’t have to stop completely, just…”

Jensen drew back on his cigarette and when he spoke his voice was harsh. “Just no acting like a whore. Got it.”

Jared closed his eyes briefly and ran a hand over his forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m messing this up and hurting your feelings and-”

Jensen cut him off with a snort. “I ain’t that delicate, Sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry. This is all new to me.”

Jensen sighed. “Why did you come over tonight?”

“I told you. I missed you. I was hoping that we could hang out some. Maybe watch a movie. Maybe make out a little.”

Jensen crushed out his cigarette. “So really not a booty call.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“Right. I forgot how clueless you are.”

Jared’s eyebrows rose indignantly. “Hey!”

“A booty call’s when you meet up with someone purely for sex.”

Jared stared at Jensen. “And you thought that’s what I wanted?”

Jensen shrugged. “You said you missed me. I dunno, Jare. This is all new to me too. Sex I can do. This relationship stuff?” he shrugged again.

Jared licked at his lips. “Well sex and relationship stuff is new to me,” he said. “But the way I see it, first and foremost, you’re my friend. The kissing and everything is just the icing on the cake.”

For some reason, Jensen didn’t seem to find this reassuring. Instead he looked hurt. “So this is a ‘friends with benefits’ thing for you?”

Jared ran a hand over his mouth. “Okay, pretend for a moment that I grew up in a sheltered environment and don’t know anything about sex, relationships and pop culture references. ‘Friends with benefits’ sounds like a thing. And I don’t know what you mean when you say it. Your friendship is the most important thing to me. The physical stuff is awesome and amazing and I want to keep exploring that. But I would never come over here with some attitude that I was horny and you owed me sex. When I said I missed you, I just meant I missed you. You. My friend, Jensen.”

Jensen tossed his lighter up and down, his eyes lowered and his teeth biting at his bottom lip. “Pretend for a moment that I did a lot of my growing up on the streets and learned that if you’re smart, you gotta expect the worst of people. I guess I forgot how…real you are; that when you say something, that’s exactly what you mean. No hidden motives or whatever.”

He glanced up at Jared, who smiled at him.

“I’m sorry,” Jared said, “if anything I said upset you.”

“Yeah, well,” Jensen put his lighter down and leaned back on the sofa. “I’m sorry I was an asshole. Can we maybe start over?”

“Sure,” said Jared.

Jensen grinned. “Wanna go hang out in my room? We can fix up the fucking tragedy of you never having seen any of the Indiana Jones movies.”

By the time Indiana Jones and Sallah found the Well of Souls, Jared and Jensen had stripped down to their boxers and were snuggling under Jensen’s comforter.

“Ugh,” Jared turned away from the screen and buried his face in Jensen’s neck. “All those writhing snakes are gross.”

“They’re not all snakes you know,” Jensen reached for a handful of M&Ms and shoved them into his mouth. “They got seven thousand snakes from local pet stores and that, but it still wasn’t enough. Some of those snakes are actually cut up bits of hoses.” He helped himself to another handful of M&Ms and then tugged at Jared’s head.  “You gotta keep watching. There’s a really cool scene coming up where Indy gets into a fight and steals a plane. It’s awesome!”

Jared stayed wrapped tightly around Jensen while he watched the scene in question, once again burying his face against the older man’s neck when it became obvious that the bad guy was about to be chopped into pieces by the plane’s propellers.

Jensen’s neck smelled of clean sweat and tobacco smoke and Jared gave in to the temptation to mouth against it. Jensen shivered. And then he reached down and began to stroke Jared’s half-hard dick through the silky material of his boxers. Jared gasped and lifted his head. He pulled Jensen in for a kiss, sucking at his bottom lip and then licking his way into his mouth. Jensen let go of Jared’s dick and Jared would’ve complained, except that Jensen performed some sort of complicated roll/shunt maneuver and Jared found himself lying on top of the older man, their dicks pressed firmly together.  He rolled his hips and then thrust down tentatively. Jensen’s reaction was suitably gratifying, so he did it again, finding a rhythm, and keeping to it with the kiss too, thrusting his tongue and his dick in sync, until Jensen was whimpering breathlessly beneath him, squirming and clawing at his back and…possibly trying to say something? Jared stopped savaging his mouth and looked down into pupils blown so wide he could hardly see the green.

“Need to suck you,” Jensen panted. “Gotta get you in my mouth. Please, Jare. Please let me.”

Jared swallowed. He nodded and that was all the permission Jensen needed to grip his arms and flip them so that Jared was now underneath him. Jensen pulled Jared’s boxers down roughly and then swore reverently, pressing a hand down on his own straining erection, before lowering his head and sliding his lips over the head of Jared’s dick. And that? That was the single most awesome thing that Jared had ever felt and he gasped and thrust up into the warmth of Jensen’s mouth. Jensen pushed Jared’s hips down, holding them tightly so that Jared could barely move, before swallowing him down to the root and, oh dear Lord, Jared’s cock was engulfed by tight wet heat, and Jensen sucked and licked, and Jared moaned and fisted his hands in Jensen’s hair and squeezed his eyes tightly shut and, oh dear Lord, Jensen was good at this. Jared didn’t want to think too much about why that was.  Jensen began to hum and swallow, sliding his mouth teasingly up Jared’s length until only the head was encased in the warm wetness of Jensen’s mouth. Jensen sucked hard then, swirling his tongue around the helmet and stabbing occasionally at Jared’s slit, before deep-throating him again, and Jared began to blaspheme, because oh God, oh God, oh fuck, that was, yeah, oh yeah, ohhhhhhhh. Jared pumped into Jensen’s mouth, his brain completely off-line, and Jensen sucked him through his orgasm until Jared was too sensitive to take it anymore and pushed feebly at his shoulders.

“Wow! That was-” Jared watched Jensen lick come from his  lips and his brain came back on-line with a force that felt a lot like a head-slap from Jeff.

“Fuck!” he scrambled into a sitting position. “We didn’t use a condom!”

Jensen’s eyes widened. “You said fuck!”

“Not really the point, Jensen. You don’t do uncovered!”

Jensen’s eyes narrowed. “With clients,” he said. “You’re not a client. And unless you’ve got something real big to confess, ain’t no way you could have an STD.  It was safe, Jared.”

Jared lay back down again and pressed his hands over his eyes. “Jeff says I’m supposed to practice what I preach.”

Jensen bit back a laugh. “Okay, first? Please never mention Jeff when we’re having sex again. And second,” he bit at his bottom lip, “if you’re really set on, uh, practicing what you preach, I’ve got some cherry-flavored condoms and one hell of a boner.”

Jared opened his eyes and stared at him.

Jensen ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “You don’t have to,” he said. “I’ll understand completely if, you know, you’re not ready to do something like that.”

Jared sat up slowly.  “Can I…touch you?”

“Uh. Yeah?”

Jensen was kneeling between Jared’s spread legs and Jared’s boxers were still bunched around his thighs. He blushed and pulled them up. Jensen watched him with a fond expression.

“Could you, uh, lay down?” Jared asked.

Jensen complied, climbing over Jared and rolling onto his back beside him.

“So I can…I can touch you?”

Jensen grinned and nodded and let his legs fall apart.

“Can I take these off?” Jared tugged at Jensen’s Batman boxers and Jensen lifted his hips.

Jared tugged them off and then climbed in between the older man’s spread legs and stared down at him with all the wonder of a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Jensen squirmed beneath him.  “Uh, Jared? Just so you know, I’m trying real hard not to start channeling Dean here. But the staring’s a bit…weird.”

“Sorry,” Jared ducked his head. “I just… I can’t believe I’m allowed to touch you. And then there’s still that little voice in here,” he tapped his forehead, “that keeps telling me it’s wrong to want to.”

“Do you want to?”

Jared nodded his head fervently. “Oh God, yes.”

But he couldn’t seem to move. Anything other than sitting and staring just seemed to require too much brain power.

Jensen grinned wickedly and dragged a hand down his torso before wrapping it around his swollen cock and beginning to stroke himself.

“Hey!” Jared frowned. “That’s mine!”

“Possessive, much?” Jensen gasped, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, just the way he liked it. “If it’s yours, then come and do something about it.”

“Condoms?”

“Bedside drawer.”

Jared reached over Jensen and yanked open the drawer. There were several condom boxes and Jared grabbed all three in his big hands. Regular. Nope. Ribbed. Nope. Cherry-flavored. Awesome. He threw the boxes he didn’t want back into the open drawer and then stilled when he spotted the black, thick-veined silicone penis sitting casually next to the bottle of lube.

“Jared?”

He picked the penis up and held it out for Jensen to see.

“Ah. You found Bob.”

Jared’s eyebrows shot into his hairline.

“You named it?”

Jensen shrugged. “Battery Operated Boyfriend. Bob.”

“So you like to, uh,” Jared made a crude gesture with the penis. “For fun, I mean. Not just for work.”

Jensen looked at him closely. “Do I like getting fucked? Hell, yes. I like fucking too. And giving blow jobs. And,” he stared pointedly at the box of condoms in Jared’s hand, “I like getting blow jobs too.”

Jared threw Bob back in the drawer and made haste getting a cherry flavored condom out of its packet.

“Shiny side out,” Jensen said helpfully when Jared stared at the small, slippery red circle in confusion.

In the end, Jensen had to put it on himself, but once he did Jared wasted no more time, sliding his mouth down the length of Jensen’s dick and moaning at the full, heavy feeling in his mouth. What Jared lacked in skill (Fuck! Watch your teeth!), he made up for with enthusiasm, sucking and slurping and gagging when he tried to take too much of Jensen into his mouth, before finding a good rhythm.

It hadn’t taken Jensen long to get painfully hard tonight, partly due to the little blue pill he’d taken earlier in the evening to get through his appointment with Mr and Mrs Smith. Jensen wasn’t a fan of threesomes-always too many arms and legs getting in the way-and having to keep the needs of two clients in mind, was tiring. Also? The Smiths always wanted him to fuck Mrs Smith while Mr Smith fucked him and women weren’t really his thing. Thank God for Viagra.

Now though, Jensen just needed to come, preferably without ramming himself down Jared’s throat and scarring the poor guy for life; or at the very least putting him off giving Jensen any more blow jobs.

“Use your hand too,” Jensen urged, pulling at one of Jared’s hands and wrapping it around the base of his dick. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s good. Fuck. Love your hands. So big.” Jensen let himself thrust, just a little, and Jared squeezed and sucked and stroked and Jensen came with a groan into the condom.

Jared coughed and Jensen’s dick fell out of his mouth.

“Oh crap,” Jared said. “I’m so sorry. That was…probably the worst blow job you’ve ever had!”

He dropped his head into his hands and then slumped forward and buried his head in a pillow.

“It really wasn’t,” Jensen said. “I’ve had some truly bad blow jobs from deeply closeted assholes in my time. That definitely wasn’t bad.”

“Wasn’t good though,” Jared said darkly.

Jensen dropped a quick kiss on the back of his head. “Yes it was. It was awesome.”

He got rid of the condom and wiped himself down quickly, before rejoining Jared in bed. Jared had rolled onto his back, but his face was still hidden under a folded arm.

“You okay?” Jensen said, nudging him gently.

“Yeah. I just. I feel like you got the short straw here. You’re so good at all this stuff, like really, really amazing and I’m just…I have no idea what I’m doing and…”

“Skills can be learned,” Jensen said lightly. “And we’re not gonna argue about who got the short straw because ‘hey, the guy I’m dating fucks other guys for money’ wins you that one every time.”

Jared sighed. “I keep waiting to start caring about that. But I just…don’t. So long as I’m different. So long as I have this,” he placed his hand over Jensen’s heart, “then the rest doesn’t matter.”

Jensen smiled and for just a brief moment he let himself believe that it was true.

--

Jared awoke suddenly, to the sound of loud hammering. He was uncomfortably sweaty, the corner of his mouth was pressed against a puddle of drool and there was someone groaning beside him.

“Fuck off,” muttered a voice.

Jensen’s voice.

He was at Jensen’s house.

He was in Jensen’s bed.

He was naked.

He realized this last just as the door burst open to reveal a partially-dressed and scowling Chris.

Jared yelped and Chris’s eyes slid to him briefly before fixing on Jensen.

“Yo Douchebag,” he said, “there’s some Asian kid at the door askin’ for Dean. S’got a red-headed chick with him, looks like she’s comin’ off of somethin’, cold turkey.” He flicked his eyes back to Jared. “Hey Padre. Glad you’re back. Jay’s been fuckin’ pinin’, the pathetic drama queen.”

Jensen threw a pillow at Chris’s head and then climbed out of bed, stark naked. Jared’s eyes just about came out on cartoon-stalks when he bent over and pulled a pair of track pants out of the bottom drawer of his dresser.

Chris sniggered. “See something you like there, Padre?”

Jared blushed. “I, uh. I’m not gonna be a priest any more, Chris. I withdrew from seminary school while I was away.”

“Good for you,” Chris said as Jensen, now dressed in dark grey track pants and a light grey tee-shirt, pushed past him, muttering darkly, and went out into the living room.

--

Kevin and Charlie were standing just outside the open front door, both of them with large duffel bags. Kevin’s arms were folded across his chest and he was shuffling back and forth restlessly. Charlie was standing behind him, hunched in on herself with her head down.

“You said we could come,” Kevin said as soon as he saw Jensen. His eyes darted from Jensen to Chris and back again. “This better not be a sex-torture dungeon thing. Is this a sex-torture dungeon thing?”

Chris sniggered. Jensen frowned.

“No. This is not a sex-torture…you know what? Get in here!”

Jensen shepherded Kevin and Charlie into the living room. “Take a seat.”

Jared, now dressed, appeared out of Jensen’s bedroom and Kevin startled, pulling his legs up onto the sofa and wrapping his arms around the duffel bag on his lap.

“Relax,” Charlie said. “He works at the drop-in center. He’s a good guy.”

“Hi,” Jared fixed Kevin with an earnest puppy-dog expression and then broke out his dimples. “I’m Jared.”

Kevin nodded.

“So what did you guys need?” Jensen asked.

“Can we maybe use your shower?” Kevin rushed the words nervously.

“Sure,” said Jensen, and Chris cleared his throat.

“What the fuck, Jay?” he said tightly. “When did we turn into a drop-in center?”

“Who’s Jay?” Kevin asked and Jensen sighed. He sat down on the edge of the coffee table and rubbed at his chin.

“Okay. If we’re gonna let you into our personal space, I guess real names all round are in order. I’m Jensen. My friends also call me Jay. Jared introduced himself earlier. And my roommate, who’s scowling over there and trying to look intimidating, is Chris.”

“He’s succeeding,” Kevin muttered. “I’m Rick. Or Ozzie. Osric really, but that’s too weird for most people.”

Jensen nodded. “Yeah. I get that. I get Jason a lot cuz people get confused by Jensen.”

He looked across at Charlie, who rolled her eyes.

“Felicia,” she said. “My friends call me Flick. So can we use your shower or do I have to blow someone first?”

Jensen showed Osric into the bathroom and Chris disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Jared standing awkwardly by the bedroom door and Felicia sitting on the sofa, biting her nails.

“So, uh,” Jared scratched his head. “Are you feeling better, uh, Felicia?”

“Oh yeah. I’m awesome,” Felicia ducked her head and tucked her hands in between her knees. “I miss getting high so bad that it hurts; like someone liquefied my bones and then sucked them out through my nose. But you know, aside from that, I’m just peachy.”

“Oh,” said Jared. “That sounds…difficult,” he flicked a hand through his bangs. “You know, we have Narcotics Anonymous meetings at Per vias rectas. You should come along.”

Felicia wrinkled her nose.

“Alrighty,” Jensen rubbed his hands together as he re-entered the room. “You staying for breakfast, Jare?”

Jared’s lips twisted. “I better not. I’m supposed to be helping Jeff out this morning. I should probably just get going.”

“Okay,” Jensen nodded. “Before you go, I just need to, uh,” Jensen guided Jared back into the bedroom and then shut the door behind them. “I just need to do this,” he pushed Jared up against the wall and then planted his lips against Jared’s, kissing him gently while pinning his shoulders to the door.

“Ugh, morning breath,” Jared said when they pulled apart.

Jensen’s grin was unrepentant. “For the record,” he said, “I missed you too. So if you have to disappear again, please let me know, okay?”

Jared agreed that he would.

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