Before Tomorrow
Title: Before Tomorrow
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: hard R
Word Count: 2.5k
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: AU. In a couple days, Jensen's marrying a man he's never met, but tonight he's enjoying a night at the bar with his best friend.
In a couple days, Jensen’s marrying a man he’s never met before, but right now he’s at a bar in downtown Dallas, celebrating the last of his freedom. The last hurrah, as Matt put it.
Really he’s just drinking and hanging out with his best friend, trying not to think too much about Friday evening.
Jensen’s not nervous, not really. He’s just a little apprehensive. It’s a big deal, getting married. Finally putting your childhood behind you and acting like a grownup. Taking that next step. He wants this. He’s ready to be a husband and start a family. He’s actually been ready for awhile, but it’s strange to know it’s really gonna happen soon. Jensen trusts his parents to find him a good match, though. They did the same for Jensen’s brother Josh a few years ago, and now he’s ecstatically happy with his wife. So he knows the man they picked will be good for him.
Still, he’s apprehensive-not nervous-about marrying a stranger.
He knows Jared’s 25, just like him, and grew up in San Antonio before moving to Dallas after college. He taught freshman English for awhile until the teenagers drove him nuts. Now he writes freelance articles for magazines and such while he works on a novel. He’s kind and funny and smart, based on the handful of emails they’ve exchanged, and that’s not such a bad start to a relationship.
“Your admirer is coming this way again.” Matt nudges him with a smirk, and Jensen blushes, ducking his head.
There’s a guy that keeps passing by their table on the way to the bar, deliberately out of his way. He smiles at Jensen every time, this sly, sexy smile that kicks Jensen’s pulse up. He’s tall and gorgeous and everything Jensen looks for in a guy. He’s wearing worn jeans that stretch nicely over his thighs and show off his incredible ass, and his tight black t-shirt barely contains his broad shoulders and impressive biceps. Jensen really wants to sink his hands into the man’s shaggy dark hair and taste that smile.
“You should go talk to him,” Matt says as Jensen half-turns in his chair to watch the guy walk away. He has an amazing ass.
“What?” Jensen asks distractedly. Tall-dark-and-built is leaning on the bar, flexing his arms in a way that has Jensen’s jeans getting uncomfortably tight. He shifts, trying to subtly adjust himself, but Matt’s smirk tells him he knows exactly what’s going on.
“You’re drooling, Jensen.”
“Shut up.” He shoves Matt away, then glances over his shoulder again toward the bar. “Okay. I’m going up there,” he announces, rolling his eyes at Matt’s quiet whoop of “finally!”
Being betrothed doesn’t mean he can’t have any fun. He’s not Jared’s till they get married on Friday.
Jensen walks up to the bar as casually as he can, then settles next to tall-dark-and-built and orders another beer. The guy turns to eye Jensen, making a show of looking him up and down, his gaze lingering on Jensen’s mouth and the bulge below his belt. His smile widens, revealing two dimples that Jensen wants to lick, then grows wicked and downright predatory. Jensen feels his heartbeat kick up another notch.
“Hi,” tall-dark-and-built drawls, fully facing Jensen now and somehow seeming closer, even though he hasn’t moved.
“Hi,” Jensen replies with his a slow smile of his own. His parents may have arranged his marriage, but that was only in the last nine months. He dated plenty before that-it’s encouraged actually, so you get more of a sense of what you want in a partner-and he’s picked up plenty of guys in bars. Well, okay, only a few, but the point is that he knows how to hook a man, and tall-dark-and-built is definitely hooked.
“Come here often?” tall-dark-and-built asks with this adorable little grin, brushing his arm against Jensen’s, causing a prickling sensation to shoot all over Jensen’s body.
Jensen laughs, tipping his head back to swallow a mouthful of beer. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches tall-dark-and-built watch him, eyes on Jensen’s throat before darting up to his lips wrapped around the bottle.
“Nah. First time,” Jensen answers.
“I’m JT.” He holds out a hand, which Jensen shakes, marveling at how big and warm the guy’s hand is.
“Justin,” Jensen tells him, though he can’t say why. Maybe because JT still hasn’t let go of his hand and all the blood is quickly leaving his brain and rushing south. It’s too late now to correct it. He covers his wince with a smile and licks his lips, and JT’s eyes darken as they track the movement.
“So I’m just gonna be bold here and ask you: your place or mine?”
“My place is on the other side of town.”
“Mine it is then. I live just a couple blocks away.”
Before Jensen can fully process what’s happening, he’s sending Matt a quick wave goodbye and following JT out into the crisp night air. They’re quiet, but it isn’t awkward. Jensen spends the first few minutes just studying JT’s profile and wondering how he managed to get a guy this hot.
“Wait,” JT says, putting out a hand to stop Jensen, then gently pushes him back against a wall, crowding him in with a palm cupping the side of Jensen’s neck. “Sorry. I just need to-your mouth is driving me crazy, man,” he moans.
Jensen’s expecting the kiss, but JT’s mouth on his is still a shock. Lust, sharp and powerful, jolts through Jensen, making his heart pound and head feel light. JT doesn’t hold back, and Jensen matches his intensity. Standing in the shadow of a random building, they kiss deep and sloppy and wet, fallen autumn leaves crunching under their feet.
An untold time later, Jensen breaks away for some air. “Where’s your apartment?” He’s totally willing to have sex right here, let JT fuck him with the rough brick scraping his back, but he doesn’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure.
“Another block,” JT murmurs, brushing his lips along Jensen’s jaw.
“Dude, you have to stop touching me or we’re never gonna get there,” Jensen groans as JT starts sucking a mark into the spot where shoulder meets neck.
“Okay, okay,” JT agrees, but it’s another several minutes of messy kissing before he steps away and they continue on their way.
JT’s studio apartment is small and mostly empty, only a TV and half-made mattress sitting on the floor. Jensen raises an eyebrow, and JT laughs self-consciously.
“Sorry about all the-” he mumbles, waving a hand at the lack of furniture and at the boxes stacked along the wall. “I’m moving in a couple days. Bigger apartment and new, uh, roommate.”
“Hmm, I’m about to move, too.” The new place is a wedding present from Jared’s parents, a bright, airy condo in one of the best areas of Dallas. Jensen’s looking forward to it.
“Really? That’s interesting. So you understand about the boxes and-”
“JT, I really don’t care. As long as you still have a soft, comfortable bed to fuck me on, I’m good.”
JT grins, gaze once again landing on Jensen’s mouth. “I’m glad to see you have your priorities straight.”
“Damn right, I do.”
Jensen pulls Jared forward with a hand fisted in his t-shirt. Jensen can still feel Jared’s smile against his lips, but it soon settles into another intense kiss and another and another. They slowly stumble over to the mattress in the middle of the room, Jensen crawling on after JT and straddling his thighs. JT slides his palms up the back of Jensen’s legs and grips his ass, shifting him around so they grind against each other.
“Jesus,” Jensen groans, burying his head against JT’s shoulder and rocking his hips down hard.
JT swears, whimpering “Justin” in a sexy, fucked-out way, and it knocks Jensen out of the moment briefly, until JT shoves Jensen’s shirt over his head and those wide palms are skimming over his back and sides and chest, fingers rubbing his nipples into hardness and driving Jensen crazy. Pausing to whip off his own shirt, JT sits up and manhandles Jensen so he fits in his lap perfectly, arms wrapped around Jensen and their chests brushing with every hitched breath. It feels amazing, being skin-to-skin with JT, and they still have their pants on.
JT doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to get them naked, and Jensen’s perfectly happy to stay just like this, grinding hard and dirty against the hottest guy he’s even seen. JT has a thing for Jensen’s mouth-kissing it and sucking on his bottom lip, thrusting his tongue against Jensen’s and nibbling at the corners.
Jensen has a thing for JT’s everything.
It’s hot and incredible, and Jensen’s already close to the edge by the time he sinks down onto JT, one hand braced on JT’s hard chest and other back on his equally-hard thigh. JT’s strokes are firm and even, unhurried. Jensen’s suspects he doesn’t rush anything. It’s perfect, though. Jensen doesn’t want to rush through this. Jensen rocks his hips down with every one of JT’s deep thrusts.
They come, one right after the other, Jensen’s fingers buried in JT’s soft hair and JT’s tongue fucking into his mouth.
After, Jensen collapses onto the mattress beside JT and tries to get his breath back. “Damn,” he says softly, turning his head to see JT smiling smugly at him. “That was fucking amazing.”
“You were all right.” JT shrugs nonchalantly, but he laughs when Jensen hits him, dimples digging deep in his cheeks. “So, I’m just gonna be bold again and hopefully skip over that usual post-fuck awkwardness. You don’t plan to immediately roll out of bed and flee my apartment, right? You’ll stick around for awhile?”
“I don’t have anywhere else to be right now, no.”
“Good,” JT replies and hovers over Jensen for a minute before lowering his head to kiss him, slow and deep and so fucking perfect that Jensen’s whole body tingles.
They talk and kiss and fuck around until the first light of dawn peeks through the curtains. Jensen sleeps for a few hours, then quietly sneaks out.
Jensen spends most of Thursday finishing his packing and talking to his mom and various caterers/band members/etc about wedding stuff. He’s still apprehensive and worried about actually meeting Jared tomorrow. And a little guilty, even though a last fling isn’t unheard of and Jared already knows he’s no blushing virgin. Neither is Jared, and Jensen is perfectly okay with that.
He gets an email from Jared late on Thursday night, a typical funny, brilliant Jared email, telling him good luck. It all sounds fine and normal, but Jensen can read the nerves behind the words, and it makes him feel better. He sends off a reply and rereads the message a couple more times before bed. He sleeps like a baby that night.
He dresses for the wedding at his brother’s house, since his apartment’s empty with all his stuff at the new condo. Josh talks to him about his own wedding day, how he was so nervous he threw up before the ceremony, then threw up afterward because Abby was so awesome. Jensen hopes something like happens for him. Not the throwing up bit, but the amazing partner bit.
Matt shows up after awhile and teases Jensen about his tux and leaving the bar with JT-when Josh isn’t around to hear it, of course. Jensen blushes and swats at Matt’s arm. Matt just grins, Jensen not able to hold back his own smile. He hadn’t realized how nervous he’d gotten until Matt’s joking around helps ease the tension in his shoulders. This is why he loves his best friend; he always knows what Jensen needs.
By the time Jensen’s ready and arrives at the hotel with Josh and Matt, he’s feeling a lot more secure. He doesn’t have to do this. Not everyone has an arranged marriage and not everyone approves of the partner his or her parents choose. He can change his mind and say no right up until the ceremony. But Jensen trusts his parents and likes what he knows of Jared so far. Josh survived his wedding, and so can Jensen.
Jared’s already in the ballroom where they’re holding the ceremony. Jensen waits impatiently at the doors for Josh and Matt to walk in with him. With Matt and Josh on either side of him, guiding his steps, Jensen begins the nerve-wracking walk across the ballroom. Keeping his eyes on his feet so he won’t see his partner till they’re right in front of each other, Jensen wonders what Jared looks like and what their life together will be like.
“All right, gentlemen,” Jensen hears the officiant say quietly, the signal for them to look up. Jensen does so slowly, starting with Jared’s shiny dress shoes and traveling up. When he reaches Jared’s face, he freezes. Staring at him with an undoubtedly similarly stunned expression is JT. Hot, funny, amazing in bed JT. Jensen gapes at him, not even noticing when the officiant begins the ceremony.
It’s all a blur to Jensen, his thoughts a whirlwind of shock and confusion and relief. He repeats what the officiant tells him to repeat and slips the ring onto Jared’s finger when instructed. Jared’s hands shake just as much as Jensen’s, but his voice is steadier when he recites his vows. Before he knows it, Jared is brushing his lips to Jensen’s cheek in a sweet, gentle kiss and they’re married.
Following tradition, they’re given a few minutes of privacy to talk and get to know each other or whatever after the ceremony. Jensen hovers awkwardly by the door of the little room off the ballroom. Jared seems to fill the space with his broad shoulders. Swallowing, Jensen glances up to meet Jared’s nervous gaze.
“So,” Jared starts but cuts off lamely.
“So,” Jensen says. “JT?” he asks with a slight smirk so Jared will understand he’s not mad.
Jared flushes. “It’s what my friends and family call me. Justin.”
“Yeah, well.” Smiling sheepishly, Jensen rubs a hand over the back of his neck.
“It’s all right, Jensen. I get it.”
And wow, Jensen loves hearing Jared say his name like that, all smooth and tender and soft.
Jensen reaches out a hand and lays it flat on Jared’s chest, feels Jared’s heart beat strong and a little fast against his palm. “I’m glad it was you up there today,” he admits quietly, and his knees go weak at the incredible smile Jared beams at him.
“Yeah?” Jensen nods dumbly, caught up in Jared’s dimples and white, white teeth. Jared tugs him forward with a hand at the small of Jensen’s back and lowers his head, lips grazing Jensen’s with each word. “I’m glad it was me, too.”
Jared kisses him then. It’s just as intense and full of heat as the other night, but it’s also tempered with an unexpected warmth and tenderness. In that moment, Jensen knows they’re going to have a great life together.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: hard R
Word Count: 2.5k
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: AU. In a couple days, Jensen's marrying a man he's never met, but tonight he's enjoying a night at the bar with his best friend.
In a couple days, Jensen’s marrying a man he’s never met before, but right now he’s at a bar in downtown Dallas, celebrating the last of his freedom. The last hurrah, as Matt put it.
Really he’s just drinking and hanging out with his best friend, trying not to think too much about Friday evening.
Jensen’s not nervous, not really. He’s just a little apprehensive. It’s a big deal, getting married. Finally putting your childhood behind you and acting like a grownup. Taking that next step. He wants this. He’s ready to be a husband and start a family. He’s actually been ready for awhile, but it’s strange to know it’s really gonna happen soon. Jensen trusts his parents to find him a good match, though. They did the same for Jensen’s brother Josh a few years ago, and now he’s ecstatically happy with his wife. So he knows the man they picked will be good for him.
Still, he’s apprehensive-not nervous-about marrying a stranger.
He knows Jared’s 25, just like him, and grew up in San Antonio before moving to Dallas after college. He taught freshman English for awhile until the teenagers drove him nuts. Now he writes freelance articles for magazines and such while he works on a novel. He’s kind and funny and smart, based on the handful of emails they’ve exchanged, and that’s not such a bad start to a relationship.
“Your admirer is coming this way again.” Matt nudges him with a smirk, and Jensen blushes, ducking his head.
There’s a guy that keeps passing by their table on the way to the bar, deliberately out of his way. He smiles at Jensen every time, this sly, sexy smile that kicks Jensen’s pulse up. He’s tall and gorgeous and everything Jensen looks for in a guy. He’s wearing worn jeans that stretch nicely over his thighs and show off his incredible ass, and his tight black t-shirt barely contains his broad shoulders and impressive biceps. Jensen really wants to sink his hands into the man’s shaggy dark hair and taste that smile.
“You should go talk to him,” Matt says as Jensen half-turns in his chair to watch the guy walk away. He has an amazing ass.
“What?” Jensen asks distractedly. Tall-dark-and-built is leaning on the bar, flexing his arms in a way that has Jensen’s jeans getting uncomfortably tight. He shifts, trying to subtly adjust himself, but Matt’s smirk tells him he knows exactly what’s going on.
“You’re drooling, Jensen.”
“Shut up.” He shoves Matt away, then glances over his shoulder again toward the bar. “Okay. I’m going up there,” he announces, rolling his eyes at Matt’s quiet whoop of “finally!”
Being betrothed doesn’t mean he can’t have any fun. He’s not Jared’s till they get married on Friday.
Jensen walks up to the bar as casually as he can, then settles next to tall-dark-and-built and orders another beer. The guy turns to eye Jensen, making a show of looking him up and down, his gaze lingering on Jensen’s mouth and the bulge below his belt. His smile widens, revealing two dimples that Jensen wants to lick, then grows wicked and downright predatory. Jensen feels his heartbeat kick up another notch.
“Hi,” tall-dark-and-built drawls, fully facing Jensen now and somehow seeming closer, even though he hasn’t moved.
“Hi,” Jensen replies with his a slow smile of his own. His parents may have arranged his marriage, but that was only in the last nine months. He dated plenty before that-it’s encouraged actually, so you get more of a sense of what you want in a partner-and he’s picked up plenty of guys in bars. Well, okay, only a few, but the point is that he knows how to hook a man, and tall-dark-and-built is definitely hooked.
“Come here often?” tall-dark-and-built asks with this adorable little grin, brushing his arm against Jensen’s, causing a prickling sensation to shoot all over Jensen’s body.
Jensen laughs, tipping his head back to swallow a mouthful of beer. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches tall-dark-and-built watch him, eyes on Jensen’s throat before darting up to his lips wrapped around the bottle.
“Nah. First time,” Jensen answers.
“I’m JT.” He holds out a hand, which Jensen shakes, marveling at how big and warm the guy’s hand is.
“Justin,” Jensen tells him, though he can’t say why. Maybe because JT still hasn’t let go of his hand and all the blood is quickly leaving his brain and rushing south. It’s too late now to correct it. He covers his wince with a smile and licks his lips, and JT’s eyes darken as they track the movement.
“So I’m just gonna be bold here and ask you: your place or mine?”
“My place is on the other side of town.”
“Mine it is then. I live just a couple blocks away.”
Before Jensen can fully process what’s happening, he’s sending Matt a quick wave goodbye and following JT out into the crisp night air. They’re quiet, but it isn’t awkward. Jensen spends the first few minutes just studying JT’s profile and wondering how he managed to get a guy this hot.
“Wait,” JT says, putting out a hand to stop Jensen, then gently pushes him back against a wall, crowding him in with a palm cupping the side of Jensen’s neck. “Sorry. I just need to-your mouth is driving me crazy, man,” he moans.
Jensen’s expecting the kiss, but JT’s mouth on his is still a shock. Lust, sharp and powerful, jolts through Jensen, making his heart pound and head feel light. JT doesn’t hold back, and Jensen matches his intensity. Standing in the shadow of a random building, they kiss deep and sloppy and wet, fallen autumn leaves crunching under their feet.
An untold time later, Jensen breaks away for some air. “Where’s your apartment?” He’s totally willing to have sex right here, let JT fuck him with the rough brick scraping his back, but he doesn’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure.
“Another block,” JT murmurs, brushing his lips along Jensen’s jaw.
“Dude, you have to stop touching me or we’re never gonna get there,” Jensen groans as JT starts sucking a mark into the spot where shoulder meets neck.
“Okay, okay,” JT agrees, but it’s another several minutes of messy kissing before he steps away and they continue on their way.
JT’s studio apartment is small and mostly empty, only a TV and half-made mattress sitting on the floor. Jensen raises an eyebrow, and JT laughs self-consciously.
“Sorry about all the-” he mumbles, waving a hand at the lack of furniture and at the boxes stacked along the wall. “I’m moving in a couple days. Bigger apartment and new, uh, roommate.”
“Hmm, I’m about to move, too.” The new place is a wedding present from Jared’s parents, a bright, airy condo in one of the best areas of Dallas. Jensen’s looking forward to it.
“Really? That’s interesting. So you understand about the boxes and-”
“JT, I really don’t care. As long as you still have a soft, comfortable bed to fuck me on, I’m good.”
JT grins, gaze once again landing on Jensen’s mouth. “I’m glad to see you have your priorities straight.”
“Damn right, I do.”
Jensen pulls Jared forward with a hand fisted in his t-shirt. Jensen can still feel Jared’s smile against his lips, but it soon settles into another intense kiss and another and another. They slowly stumble over to the mattress in the middle of the room, Jensen crawling on after JT and straddling his thighs. JT slides his palms up the back of Jensen’s legs and grips his ass, shifting him around so they grind against each other.
“Jesus,” Jensen groans, burying his head against JT’s shoulder and rocking his hips down hard.
JT swears, whimpering “Justin” in a sexy, fucked-out way, and it knocks Jensen out of the moment briefly, until JT shoves Jensen’s shirt over his head and those wide palms are skimming over his back and sides and chest, fingers rubbing his nipples into hardness and driving Jensen crazy. Pausing to whip off his own shirt, JT sits up and manhandles Jensen so he fits in his lap perfectly, arms wrapped around Jensen and their chests brushing with every hitched breath. It feels amazing, being skin-to-skin with JT, and they still have their pants on.
JT doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to get them naked, and Jensen’s perfectly happy to stay just like this, grinding hard and dirty against the hottest guy he’s even seen. JT has a thing for Jensen’s mouth-kissing it and sucking on his bottom lip, thrusting his tongue against Jensen’s and nibbling at the corners.
Jensen has a thing for JT’s everything.
It’s hot and incredible, and Jensen’s already close to the edge by the time he sinks down onto JT, one hand braced on JT’s hard chest and other back on his equally-hard thigh. JT’s strokes are firm and even, unhurried. Jensen’s suspects he doesn’t rush anything. It’s perfect, though. Jensen doesn’t want to rush through this. Jensen rocks his hips down with every one of JT’s deep thrusts.
They come, one right after the other, Jensen’s fingers buried in JT’s soft hair and JT’s tongue fucking into his mouth.
After, Jensen collapses onto the mattress beside JT and tries to get his breath back. “Damn,” he says softly, turning his head to see JT smiling smugly at him. “That was fucking amazing.”
“You were all right.” JT shrugs nonchalantly, but he laughs when Jensen hits him, dimples digging deep in his cheeks. “So, I’m just gonna be bold again and hopefully skip over that usual post-fuck awkwardness. You don’t plan to immediately roll out of bed and flee my apartment, right? You’ll stick around for awhile?”
“I don’t have anywhere else to be right now, no.”
“Good,” JT replies and hovers over Jensen for a minute before lowering his head to kiss him, slow and deep and so fucking perfect that Jensen’s whole body tingles.
They talk and kiss and fuck around until the first light of dawn peeks through the curtains. Jensen sleeps for a few hours, then quietly sneaks out.
Jensen spends most of Thursday finishing his packing and talking to his mom and various caterers/band members/etc about wedding stuff. He’s still apprehensive and worried about actually meeting Jared tomorrow. And a little guilty, even though a last fling isn’t unheard of and Jared already knows he’s no blushing virgin. Neither is Jared, and Jensen is perfectly okay with that.
He gets an email from Jared late on Thursday night, a typical funny, brilliant Jared email, telling him good luck. It all sounds fine and normal, but Jensen can read the nerves behind the words, and it makes him feel better. He sends off a reply and rereads the message a couple more times before bed. He sleeps like a baby that night.
He dresses for the wedding at his brother’s house, since his apartment’s empty with all his stuff at the new condo. Josh talks to him about his own wedding day, how he was so nervous he threw up before the ceremony, then threw up afterward because Abby was so awesome. Jensen hopes something like happens for him. Not the throwing up bit, but the amazing partner bit.
Matt shows up after awhile and teases Jensen about his tux and leaving the bar with JT-when Josh isn’t around to hear it, of course. Jensen blushes and swats at Matt’s arm. Matt just grins, Jensen not able to hold back his own smile. He hadn’t realized how nervous he’d gotten until Matt’s joking around helps ease the tension in his shoulders. This is why he loves his best friend; he always knows what Jensen needs.
By the time Jensen’s ready and arrives at the hotel with Josh and Matt, he’s feeling a lot more secure. He doesn’t have to do this. Not everyone has an arranged marriage and not everyone approves of the partner his or her parents choose. He can change his mind and say no right up until the ceremony. But Jensen trusts his parents and likes what he knows of Jared so far. Josh survived his wedding, and so can Jensen.
Jared’s already in the ballroom where they’re holding the ceremony. Jensen waits impatiently at the doors for Josh and Matt to walk in with him. With Matt and Josh on either side of him, guiding his steps, Jensen begins the nerve-wracking walk across the ballroom. Keeping his eyes on his feet so he won’t see his partner till they’re right in front of each other, Jensen wonders what Jared looks like and what their life together will be like.
“All right, gentlemen,” Jensen hears the officiant say quietly, the signal for them to look up. Jensen does so slowly, starting with Jared’s shiny dress shoes and traveling up. When he reaches Jared’s face, he freezes. Staring at him with an undoubtedly similarly stunned expression is JT. Hot, funny, amazing in bed JT. Jensen gapes at him, not even noticing when the officiant begins the ceremony.
It’s all a blur to Jensen, his thoughts a whirlwind of shock and confusion and relief. He repeats what the officiant tells him to repeat and slips the ring onto Jared’s finger when instructed. Jared’s hands shake just as much as Jensen’s, but his voice is steadier when he recites his vows. Before he knows it, Jared is brushing his lips to Jensen’s cheek in a sweet, gentle kiss and they’re married.
Following tradition, they’re given a few minutes of privacy to talk and get to know each other or whatever after the ceremony. Jensen hovers awkwardly by the door of the little room off the ballroom. Jared seems to fill the space with his broad shoulders. Swallowing, Jensen glances up to meet Jared’s nervous gaze.
“So,” Jared starts but cuts off lamely.
“So,” Jensen says. “JT?” he asks with a slight smirk so Jared will understand he’s not mad.
Jared flushes. “It’s what my friends and family call me. Justin.”
“Yeah, well.” Smiling sheepishly, Jensen rubs a hand over the back of his neck.
“It’s all right, Jensen. I get it.”
And wow, Jensen loves hearing Jared say his name like that, all smooth and tender and soft.
Jensen reaches out a hand and lays it flat on Jared’s chest, feels Jared’s heart beat strong and a little fast against his palm. “I’m glad it was you up there today,” he admits quietly, and his knees go weak at the incredible smile Jared beams at him.
“Yeah?” Jensen nods dumbly, caught up in Jared’s dimples and white, white teeth. Jared tugs him forward with a hand at the small of Jensen’s back and lowers his head, lips grazing Jensen’s with each word. “I’m glad it was me, too.”
Jared kisses him then. It’s just as intense and full of heat as the other night, but it’s also tempered with an unexpected warmth and tenderness. In that moment, Jensen knows they’re going to have a great life together.