Smoke & Lightning: Born To Be Wild (6/?)
MASTER POST
Title: Smoke And Lightning: Born To Be Wild (6/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 5,811
Summary: AU. They're born to be wild. At least, Jared is. Jensen's learning, though, and this road-trip that they're on will teach him plenty of lessons. It's a good thing, too, because he'll need what he's learnt when they return and venture onto an altogether more serious step in their relationship. Trust is a major aspect for the both of them and Jensen's will be tested to breaking point as the boys learn how they'll cope together on the road...and off it.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER SIX
The grass was covered with evening dew, tire tracks, and about a million vehicles. Okay, not a million, but the amount was staggering as Jensen stood in the middle of the make-shift parking lot. As Jared set the bike to rest for a little while, Jensen looked around them. He was only vaguely aware of Jared taking his helmet from him, securing it on the bike so that it couldn't be stolen.
"Where are we?" He asked. He could hear faint music, thousands upon thousands of voices, and the sky was lit up with all different colors. He quickly realized, "Holy crap, we're at a fair."
"Biggest one in the state," Jared smiled. He draped his arm around Jensen's shoulder and planted a kiss to the man's temple. "You said you loved fairs."
Smiling, Jensen nodded. "I do," he agreed. He looked up at Jared, flattered. "How did you remember that? I said that once, like, a millenia ago."
Jared tapped the side of his head with his finger, one eye squinting at Jensen. "Mind of a fucking elephant," he said, nodding.
Jensen snorted out a laugh, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the lawn lot. "Whatever, Elephant Man," he chuckled. "Let's go. We're getting on the ferris wheel."
Jared went with him, his arm still draped over Jensen's shoulders. "The ferris wheel is a girl's ride," he said. "Let's go on the Gravitron."
"What do you mean, girl's ride?"
Jared shrugged as they walked. "Suits you."
"Shut up."
Magically, they went to just about every other ride except the ferris wheel. Jensen knew this was intentional, but went willingly. He was having a good time, even on the Gravitron, where the damn round room spun so fast that you stuck to the walls and the floor fell out of the bottom. Freaky. But he didn't give up. After every game, after every ride, he nudged Jared and said, "Come on. Ferris wheel."
Finally, around the sixth or seventh time, Jared stopped walking and looked at Jensen. "What is it with you and the chick ride?"
Jensen smiled. "It's not a chick ride," he said. "It's always been my favorite. Humor me, alright?"
Jared sighed, continuing on his way. He took a bite of the corn-dog-on-a-stick he'd bought from a vendor and shook his head. "Two big, bad, tattooed bikers standing in line for the fucking ferris wheel."
Jensen laughed again, regardless of Jared's seemingly sour mood. "One of those two big, bad, tattooed bikers is also carrying around a teddy bear, mind you. That he won at the dart game, popping pretty colored balloons."
Looking down at his arms, Jared spied upon the soft, plush teddy bear wedged between his arm and midriff. "I worked hard for this little bastard," he told him.
Jensen nudged him with his elbow. "And did you name him Sir Fluffykins Snuggybottoms?"
"No," Jared smiled sarcastically. "I named him I'm Going To Kick Your Ass If You Don't Shut Up."
"Subtle," Jensen chuckled. "Did you win him for me?"
"No," he said, around a mouthful of corn dog. "He's a big, bad, Fuck The World teddy bear. He eats nails and spits rust."
"So you brought me all the way to this fair, which you remembered is one of my favorite things to do, only to refuse me one of my favorite rides?"
"It's a bitch, ain't it?" He finished off the corn dog, tossed the stick into a nearby metal trash can. It was quiet for a moment, leading him to look over at Jensen. "Alright," he sighed. "Let's go do your lame chick ride, you pussy." He wrapped his arm around Jensen's neck and pulled him closer, enough for a quick kiss to Jensen's temple, that no one really paid any attention to.
They found their way over to the ferris wheel. The line was fairly long, populated mostly by teen boys and girls, holding hands and smiling at each other. Jared, ever the smart-ass, grabbed Jensen's hand and swung their arms, batting his eyelashes at him. Jensen tugged his hand from Jared's grasp and punched him in the arm instead of returning the sarcastic loving look. They waited for about twenty minutes, during which time they talked about what route to take next. Jared was thinking of taking a swing along the coast for a little while. Jensen was open to suggestions; he was having a blast so far. It didn't matter to him where they went.
Their turn finally came up, but the cars sat four people, two couples, and Jared and Jensen told the Carnie that they wanted a car to themselves. They let the couple behind them go ahead of them, and waited for the next round. Arms crossed over his chest, Jared leaned against the less-than-sturdy metal fencing that bordered the ferris wheel and its in-and-out lines.
Laughter, high-pitched and very loud, cut through the sounds of the carnival. Jensen and Jared turned, wondering who had gotten to the beer stand far too early, and had drank for far too long. A young man in his late teens or early twenties was leading his pack of six buddies. All of them were drunk or high, that much was clear. Jared's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw that the leader of the pack, the one that more than likely had laughed so loudly and maniacally, was piloting a wheelchair. In the seat of the wheelchair was a little girl, probably around the age of twelve or thirteen. Her frame was slight, her unusable legs even thinner. She had blonde hair and pale eyes. But instead of happiness in those eyes, there was fear.
"Tim, stop!" she cried out. Her tiny hands were gripped around the arm rests on the wheelchair, holding on for dear life. "Please!"
It was obvious that the young man had no intentions of letting up, still driving like a madman. He spun the chair in a circle, screaming and whooping as he did. His buddies danced all around him, cackling at the little girl. People passing by complained, but no one really tried to stop them.
"Timmy, stop it!" the girl cried. "You're scaring me!"
His laughter died down for a moment. "Oh, shut up, you little gimp," he said, still smiling and out of breath. "I told Ma I'd take you down here, and I have. Not my fault you're not having a good time."
"Mama said you had to take care of me," she reminded him.
Tim tipped the wheelchair backwards so that he could look his sister in the eye. She screamed and stiffened as much as she could, so sure she would topple backward out of the chair. "I am, spazoid," Tim said to her. "I got stuck with you tonight, but that doesn't mean I ain't gonna have a good time. So, either deal or wheel your scrawny ass back home by yourself."
Jensen finally tore his gaze away from the scene. He saw Jared staring at them and frowned as his eyes went back to the little girl. Tim set her wheelchair straight, but spun her around again, the wheels on the chair digging ruts into the trampled grass of the fairway. Jensen's gaze flickered when he saw Jared push away from the metal rail. "Jay..."
But it was too late. In one fluid motion, Jared handed the stuffed teddy bear over to Jensen, vaulted over the metal railing and jumped down to the grass, only a foot or two off the platform where they had been standing. The chain that connected his wallet to his belt jangled softly, and the heels to his boots pounded on the solid ground.
Jensen watched him, glancing over at the group of rowdy teens. He sighed and shook his head, following Jared down to the ground.
Standing tall, Jared walked over to Tim and the little girl in the wheelchair. "Hey," he said, his voice gruff.
Tim and his group of pals paused in their horseplay. Tim's eyes scanned up and down Jared, taking in the torn jeans, black biker boots, white wife-beater, and colorful tattoos. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked.
Jared ignored his question. "You're scaring her," he said, motioning to the girl.
Tim scoffed, turning to laugh at his buddies. They all joined in, snorting at Jared. "What the fuck do you care?"
"She asked nicely for you to stop," Jared nodded. "I suggest you do what a good brother would do and knock it the fuck off."
This only made Tim and his band of friends laugh louder. Moving around the wheelchair, Tim stepped up to Jared, seemingly unafraid of the size difference between them. "What's your name, dude?" he asked.
Jared paused for a moment, gazing at him. "Jared," he answered finally.
"And..." Tim motioned to Jensen. "And your little girlfriend here? What's her name? Blondey McBlonderton there. What's her story?"
Jensen's gaze faltered. He looked at the people around them, some of them watching the scene with growing fascination. He swallowed, his nerves growing, but never spoke his name to Tim-the-Jerk. He felt wholly conspicuous however. That had been the second reference to the blonde dye job Dani had given him.
"Why you interested in him?" Jared asked. "Looks like you got your own harem started here. Though, damn. On the other hand, I have to admit, I see now why you're asking about him. The bitches you got following you around like little lost puppies are really fucking awful. It's really unfair that Mother Nature put so much fug in one place."
Tim's smile faded, and his friends' laughter died down. "Back off," he said through clenched teeth.
Jared motioned to the little girl. "Apologize to her."
His smile returned, as did his laughter. "And why the hell would I do that?" he asked.
"Because you're her brother," Jared told him. "You're supposed to take care of her. Now apologize."
"Apologize when she fucking made our mother take on a third job just to afford her goddamn medical bills?" Tim snapped. "Apologize when I'm the one who always has to take her places? When my life gets interrupted because she thinks she's the fucking Queen of England? Mind your own fucking business, asshole."
Jared was unaffected by Tim's woe-is-me story. He smiled and nodded his head. "She's your little sister," he said. "Apologize."
Jensen looked down at the little girl. She was adorable, her big blue eyes staring up at Jared with a combination of awe and fear. Jensen had a feeling that no one had ever stood up to her brother before.
Tim leaned in a little closer to Jared. "I'm only going to say this once, asshole," he snarled. "Back the fuck off, or I'll bust your fucking nose."
Jared smiled. Before Tim could even bat an eyelash, he lashed out at him, popping him in the nose just enough to make him bleed. He wouldn't break any bones unless the guy got really nasty. "Like that?" he asked.
Tim reeled back a step or two, then bent forward, holding his nose. He straightened and pulled his hands away, finding them covered with blood. "You fucking broke my nose," he cried. Instead of rushing to his rescue, Tim's band of friends took a step back, mumbling amongst themselves.
"Not yet," Jared grinned. "But I will if you keep it up."
Scattered applause came from somewhere in the fairway, where some people had stopped to watch the show. Jensen scanned the masses, trying to see who was clapping, but he couldn't tell. People were masked by the night sky and the multi-colored lights.
Jared reached out and grabbed hold of Tim, forcing him to lean down to his sister's level. "Apologize to her," he said, fingers digging into the nape of Tim's neck.
Ow, fuck," he complained, bending awkwardly. "Sorry. I'm sorry."
Still keeping his anger well under control, Jared shoved the young man backwards, not bothering to watch him topple to the grass fairway. He knelt down by the little girl, looking up at her. "What's your name, kiddo?" he asked.
"Chelsea," she smiled, her blue eyes shining.
"Chelsea, how would you like to go on the ferris wheel with me and Jen?"
She looked up at Jensen, her eyes wide with happiness. "Would I ever!" she beamed.
Jared chuckled at her before scooping her up in his arms. Jensen didn't think her smile could get any brighter, but she proved him wrong as she wrapped her slight arms around his neck, holding onto him.
The ferris wheel had stopped by then. Jared gave one last look to Chelsea's brother, growled at him to wait for his sister, and then pushed his way to the front of the line again. No one argued with him, and they even let Jensen follow. The carnie took Jared and Jensen's tickets but refused Chelsea's. He winked at her and called her "darlin'."
The ride went on without further incident. Jensen sat across from Jared and Chelsea, the stuffed teddy bear on the seat next to him, both of them gazing out at the miniscule landscape. It was still one of his favorite rides, but now he was trying to decide if the ride was tainted. He was proud of Jared for what he'd done, but he couldn't get the blonde reference out of his head. Why was he such an easy target for bullies?
"Because they can smell you coming a mile away," Jared had told him one time.
"What are you talking about?" Jensen had asked.
Chuckling, Jared had nodded his head as he lay in bed with Jensen. "I'm serious," he'd said. "Bullies have this, like, sixth sense or something. They can spot an easy target in a heartbeat."
"So I'm a wimp?" Jensen had returned. "Is that what you're saying?"
"Kind of," he'd answered, scrunching his nose up just slightly. "But don't worry. I'm going to show you how to kick some bully ass."
And he had. Jensen was ten times stronger than he used to be, in body, mind and soul. He didn't even really want to think of where he would be if it wasn't for Jared. But still, there was something...
"Think much harder and they'll have to douse you with the fire extinguisher."
Turning, Jensen looked over at Jared. "What?"
"What are you being so emo about?" he asked. "I thought you said this was your favorite ride."
"I'm not. Nothing," he replied. "It is. I'm just... Thinking."
"About me?"
Jensen's eyes widened slightly and he made a slight motion to the little girl, silently telling Jared not to talk too much like that in front of her.
"Are you two boyfriends?" Chelsea asked, her blue eyes wide with curiosity and happiness.
Jensen looked away, sighing, while Jared just chuckled and looked down at her. "What makes you think that?"
"There's an underlying sexual tension that's thick as pea soup," she said, suddenly rather serious.
Jensen couldn't help but smile. He looked at her again, chuckling.
"Listen to you," Jared laughed. "You gonna be a shrink someday?"
"Maybe," she shrugged. "But I'm thinking about being a veterinarian."
Jared smiled brightly over at Jensen. "Well, what do you know?" he said, even though he really felt like saying, 'fuck me running.' He curbed his vulgar side for the time being, with the child around. "Looks to me like we got two doctors in our presence."
Jensen grinned at him, his eyes full of happiness, love and a little embarrassment. "Not yet," he returned.
"Are you going to be a doctor too?" Chelsea asked.
"Someday," Jensen nodded. "And I think that's a smart move you're making. I think you'll make a brilliant veterinarian. So stick with it, okay?"
Chelsea nodded her head with vigor. She was having so much fun, and decided the ride was much too short. All too soon, the ride became jerky as they stopped and started, stopped and started, letting people off and taking on new customers.
Chelsea looked out at her brother and his buddies, waiting by the wheelchair. "I don't want to go back," she said. "Tim's a good brother most times, but he's mad at me tonight. Mama had to work, and he got stuck with me."
Jared leaned in a little closer to her. "There ain't no gettin' stuck with you, pipsqueak," he told her. "He's your brother. He's supposed to take care of you and make sure you don't get hurt."
She turned her gaze over to Jensen.
He nodded. "Jay's right," he said. "I have a little sister and I'd do anything to make sure she was happy and safe. Don't you let him tell you that you're a bother, okay?"
She smiled and nodded her head. When the ride stopped and they were to get out, Jared hefted her in his arms again and carried her down the exit ramp and over to her brother. He handed her over to Tim and waited for the young man to put her back into the wheelchair.
Jared stepped closer, handing Chelsea the stuffed teddy bear. He smiled when she thanked him, then turned his attention to her older brother. "She says you're a good brother," he told him.
Tim faced Jared, nodding his head, understanding the silent conversation between him. He was getting out of this easy.
"Life's too short," he continued. "Don't think of her like a burden."
Jensen watched as Tim nodded his head again and wheeled his sister off. They walked calmly, the clan of buddies right on Tim and Chelsea's tail.
Moving back to Jensen, Jared put his arm around him. They were silent, just watching Chelsea and the rest of them walk away.
"Think we'll ever be parents someday?" Jensen asked.
"Not unless you grow a uterus."
Jensen frowned at him. "You know what I mean," he said. "I think we'd make a good team."
Jared smiled down at him through his long eyelashes. "Let's see how we fare with the half-pint, first," he offered. "Or a dog. If we don't kill either, then maybe someday we can talk about, y'know..."
He followed Jared's lead when they started walking again. "Kids?" he asked.
"Another dog," Jared said.
Jensen smiled and rolled his eyes. "Of course."
Jared entered the motel room. There were two queen-sized beds, as usual, but one merely held their few belongings and bathroom items. Jensen's shirt was draped over the corner of the bed they had chosen for sleeping. His boots stood nearby, but Jensen was nowhere to be seen. Jared awkwardly carried all of the take-out through the doorway and set the containers onto the counter. He was about to call out to Jensen when he heard a low, buzzing sound. After kicking the room door closed, Jared moved further into the apartment, brow furrowing in curiosity.
The buzzing was coming from the small bathroom. The door was shut, and no other real sounds came from within the room. Jared smiled, knowing what Jensen was doing. But where had he gotten a vibrator from? Jared wanted to open the door and watch Jensen with the toy. They hadn't ever really used one before, and suddenly Jared had all sorts of ideas cropping up in his mind. When they got back home, living near a sex shop was going to be fun. Apparently Jensen was finding out the same thing.
"Yo, Jen!" he called loudly, even thought he was right next to the door.
The buzzing immediately stopped, the silence followed by a slight clatter.
Chuckling, Jared leaned against the door jamb and waited for Jensen to emerge. It took a few seconds, but when the young man finally did come out of the bathroom, the sight of him made Jared's smile fade.
Jensen reached up and ran his hands over his newly shaved head. He cautiously gazed at Jared's expression, searching for approval. "What do you think?"
Stunned, Jared couldn't speak. He stood there, staring at him.
"Does it look that bad?" he asked, concerned. "Do I look stupid?"
Still unable to speak, Jared's mouth opened and closed for another moment. Jensen looked thinner, not as young as he had before. The sides of his hair were no longer than the beard stubble on his face. The top was a little shaggier, but not by much. You could definitely tell an inexperienced person had shaved his head, but it didn't look bad. Just different. "You... You cut off all your hair," he finally managed.
"Yeah," Jensen nodded. "Does it look okay?"
"Dude, I thought you had a fucking vibrator in there," he said, motioning to the interior of the bathroom.
"What?" He was a little taken aback, though why he couldn't exactly say.
"Where the hell did you get clippers?" As if he didn't really believe that they were there, Jared pushed past Jensen and picked up the clippers.
Turning with him, Jensen shrugged. "Back at one of our stops," he answered. "You were talking with Randy. I went for a walk and found them at some old store or something."
"Christ."
Jensen frowned. "You don't like it."
Jared looked at him, his eyelids fluttering as he shook his head. "I didn't say that," he argued. "I just... I... You fucking cut off all your hair."
"Well, I wanted all the blonde gone."
"Why?"
"So it looked less..." He gestured, not really wanting to say the words. The road trip had been both good and bad so far, and had recently brought to light a few things that Jensen wanted to change.
"Gay?" Jared finished for him.
"Yes, actually," Jensen nodded.
"Okay, just so long as we're all on the same page here." He took a deep breath and sighed, swiping a hand over his mouth and eyeing Jensen's hair cut once again. "You honestly let that jerk at the fair get to you, didn't you?"
Jensen frowned. "No," he lied. But between Tim and Argo, Jensen had had his fill of blonde chick jokes.
Sighing again, Jared looked at the haircut. "Well, all the blonde is gone."
Jensen only nodded.
Jared reached out and brushed his hand across the back of Jensen's head. The hair there was soft, unless he ran his hand up along his scalp. Then, it was rough, but not in an unpleasant way. He tugged at the longer strands atop Jensen's head, biting at his bottom lip.
"You hate it," Jensen noted.
Jared met his eyes and shook his head. "No, I don't," he corrected him. "You just surprised me, is all."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Jensen."
"Does it look dumb?" he asked, turning and looking in the mirror. "I couldn't see what I was doing, really." He inspected his reflection, grimacing. "God, I look awful."
"No, you don't," Jared assured him. "Trust me."
"I look like a concentration camp prisoner."
Jared laughed at that, shaking his head. "You look fine, alright? You just... You gotta stop letting what other people say get to you."
Reaching up, Jensen tugged at what hair he could get a hold of, as if that would make it longer. "God, I'm such a dumbass," he sighed. "Why couldn't I just have left it alone?"
"Because you wanted a change," Jared told him. "And it looks perfectly fine. I'm sorry if I made you think it looks bad. It doesn't, I swear."
Taking a deep breath, Jensen sighed and turned to face Jared once again. He shrugged his shoulders and frowned, clearly not believing his lover's words.
Jared looked at him a moment more, the young, innocent boy he once knew now totally gone. He smiled, gently touching Jensen's face, his thumb grazing over the man's cheekbone. He didn't say anything for a little while, just returning Jensen's gaze. Finally, attention diverted, he brushed both his hands over Jensen's shoulders. "You got hair all over you."
He smiled in return. "I was hoping you'd take a shower with me," he offered. "Help me wash it off."
Tongue-in-cheek, Jared grinned as he considered the deal. He wrapped his arms around Jensen, pulling him closer. "You always were kind of a mooch," he chuckled. His smile faded and his eyes drifted closed as he kissed Jensen, his hands grazing up the man's skin to come to rest at his jaw. For a little while, the shower was forgotten about. Instead, they took time to just enjoy each other, the smell of the other's skin, the taste of their tongues combined. Finally, Jared pulled away just enough to look down at Jensen. "Mm," he mumbled. "You taste the same. It's still you."
"Glad you cleared that up," Jensen chuckled. It was quiet for a moment, both of them staring at each other. Finally, Jensen chuckled. "What?"
Jared reached for the clippers, flipping them on and off.
"What?" Jensen said again. "Did I miss a spot?"
Before Jensen could stop him, Jared turned on the clippers and set the blades to his forehead, cutting away a section of hair. The locks drifted down, as light as air, to the floor.
Jensen gasped and reached for the clippers. "No!"
Laughing, Jared shrugged one shoulder. "Ow," he said, rubbing at the spot in his hair that had been shorn. "Too late. Already started."
"What are you doing?"
"Maybe I want a change too." He looked in the mirror and raised the clippers to his head again.
Jensen gave him an exasperated look. "You're just doing that so that I don't feel like a freak."
Shrugging and nodding, Jared bent down so that he could see what he was doing. Luckily, the clippers had the bigger blade on it that Jensen had used on the top of his head, not where he had shaved his head down to the skin. He started to cut his hair again, but stopped when Jensen pulled on his arm.
"Stop," Jensen demanded.
"What?"
"If you stop now, you might be able to cover that up," he explained.
"I have a reverse mohawk, Jen," he said. "How do you cover that up?"
He didn't have an answer for him. "Ugh," he complained. "I'm never doing another stupid thing and telling you about it."
"Good," Jared nodded. "Then I won't have to do it too, and look as ridiculous as you."
"Hey."
While Jared worked on his own hair, Jensen sat on the counter beside the sink, watching Jared's longish, wavy locks drift down to the floor. Jared, standing there with his shirt now at his feet, seemed unfazed. Part of Jensen was excited; he'd never seen Jared in such short hair, except in pictures. And another part of him was mortified that he'd done something so stupid and Jared felt this was the only way to make Jensen feel better about it.
Once Jared was done, he ran one hand over his short-cropped hair and handed the clippers to Jensen. "Make sure I got it all."
Jensen slid down off the counter and inspected Jared's hair. It was all relatively the same length, but it looked weird. It didn't look like Jared gazing back at him in the mirror. He made sure Jared's neck was clean, then asked for Jared to make sure his neck was trimmed up as well. Once they were done, Jared set the clippers aside and pulled Jensen closer. He kissed him, speaking against Jensen's lips, telling him to get the shower ready.
Jensen did as instructed, making sure the water was nice and hot. He stripped and stepped in first to warm up. He didn't get much time alone, however. Jared quickly followed and wrapped his arms around Jensen, pressing their bodies together. Jensen reached up and held Jared's freshly shaved head in his hands as he kissed him fleetingly. He turned away, exposing his ear and throat to Jared's warm mouth and nipping teeth. He worked his arms underneath Jared's so that he could scrape his nails along the man's spine, squeeze the muscle of his backside. He couldn't help but let his fingers slide into the cleft there.
Jared's chest expanded as he took a deep breath. He didn't miss a beat, still kissing Jensen's neck as he felt the young man's finger circle the ring of flesh there. He let Jensen move slowly at first, shivered slightly when he felt the finger just barely push futher, faster. Jared leaned into him a little more, but only for a second. He growled softly and took both of Jensen's hands in his. He turned him, pressing him up against the cool shower wall, pinning his hands above their heads.
Jensen arched his back, keeping as much contact with Jared's skin as possible. Their mouths connected, tongues moving slowly in order to taste each other. Jensen felt almost helpless as he stood pinned against the shower wall. Jared's hips flexed against his, creating just enough friction to make shivers crawl across their skin. Jensen's fingers tightened on Jared's, the tips turning white as he held onto him. Head falling back against the cheap shower wall, Jensen's mouth fell open, willing to do anything if only Jared would keep kissing his neck, his shoulder, the underside of his arm, his mouth.
Eventually, the hot water started to grow cold and they hadn't even really washed. They didn't care though. They made their way out to the bedroom. Jensen lay down on the mattress and cheap comforter, pulling Jared down atop him. They didn't move quickly. They took their time with each other. Jared smiled when he drew his hand across Jensen's belly, feeling the muscles beneath the man's skin involuntarily shudder at the movement. And when he took Jensen into his mouth, he did it slowly, evenly. Jensen raised his arms above his head, jaw slack and eyes closed, fingers gripping the pillows at his head. Jared's mouth, moving up and down upon him, was hot and wet and exactly right. Jensen's back arched when he felt a strong, sucking pull. He reached down and pushed Jared back, silently telling him to wait.
Jared moved back up to the head of the bed, stretching out beside Jensen. He rolled onto his back when Jensen insisted, the young man's kiss a little more needy than before, a little more brutal. Jared suddenly realized how in tune they were with each other. He tried to be more gentle and slow with Jensen while, in contradiction, Jensen was rougher with Jared. They knew each other so well. All thoughts were shoved out of Jared's mind when he felt Jensen's teeth close around one of the nipple rings, holding it there for his flickering tongue and suckling mouth. Jared looked down at him, reaching for his head, trying to find purchase on the short, shaved locks atop Jensen's head. He pulled him up into another hungry kiss, but quickly let go when Jensen moved down Jared's body, following the center line of muscle down his abdomen.
Jared opened his legs, letting Jensen settle between them. He reached for him, setting his hand on the back of the young man's head. He watched Jensen's mouth open, his tongue swiping over the head of Jared's cock before he took him as far into his mouth as he could. After that, Jared only spied upon Jensen through heavy-lidded eyes, his heaving chest blocking his view on every breath in.
Jensen sucked hard, but not enough to hurt. His cheeks hollowed out, he glanced up at Jared, making sure that what he was doing was sending the man reeling. He let Jared free from his mouth, working his tongue lower, over soft dusky flesh, drawing wet circles with his tongue.
Jared's fingers gripped at the back of Jensen's head, guiding him. His voice was present with each breath, encouraging him. When he couldn't take much more, he pulled Jensen away, forcefully, and dragged him back up to the head of the bed. He kissed him once, hard and desperate, then pushed him to his own side of the bed. He rolled Jensen over onto his stomach, where the man propped himself up on his elbows. It only took Jared a few moments to snap on a condom, lube his fingers up and press them to Jensen's backside. Jensen took deep breaths and gripped the bedclothes in his hands. It always hurt, just a little, but it was always worth it.
Fingers slipping free, Jared held the base of his cock. He looked down, placing himself where he needed to be and pushed hard. Much harder than he had intended to. Jensen gasped and cried out, but really more out of surprise and delight than pain. Jared had set the pace already and pulled back out almost completely before thrusting his hips hard again.
For a moment, Jensen reached around to clutch at Jared's hip, pulling him in for more. He abandoned that idea after awhile, though. While Jared pressed hot, biting kisses to his back, Jensen reached down to his own cock, stroking himself. Jared managed to see what he was doing and reached around to help him, still keeping up with his hard and rough pace. Sweat dripped down from his forehead, onto Jensen's back, already beaded up with his own sweat.
As Jared moved, as his own orgasm neared, Jensen heard Jared's breathy voice, felt the vibrations against his shoulder. Somewhere amongst the moans were words of love, making Jensen's heart swell.
Jared was the first to come, but Jensen quickly followed. They both shuddered violently against one another, mouths open to gulp at the air. Jared collapsed atop Jensen, his face buried at the nape of the young man's neck. His breath was hot, and they were already sweaty, making Jensen a little uncomfortable. He wriggled out from underneath Jared and turned to face him. There was a look of such total bliss, total happiness upon Jared's face, that Jensen couldn't help but smile at him.
"We need a shower," Jensen said, swiping his hand across Jared's forehead.
"Had one," Jared returned, eyes heavy. "Didn't help."
Jensen chuckled at him. "Well, maybe we could give it another shot."
Nodding, Jared closed his eyes. "Later," he said. "Give the hot water time to build up again."
Jensen scooted closer to Jared, his arm flopped over the man's midriff. He kissed Jared, soft and gentle. Jared's eyes remained closed, but he returned the kiss.
"Hey."
With some difficulty, Jared opened his eyes, looking up at Jensen.
Jensen smiled at him. "Love you, too."
It was Jared's turn to smile. He opened his arms, inviting Jensen to curl up with him. They were a mass of long limbs and sweat-beaded skin. The room smelled of take-out and sex and, regardless of the previous phone call from Alan, of the digs to his sexuality, Jensen was happy.
--TBC--