Elixir, part 2
Title: Elixir, part 2
Author: firesign10
Beta: pipisafoat
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 2527
Genre: SPN RPS, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M sex
Spoiler(s): None
Summary: Jensen's looking for true love... can a hot dance club be the place to find it?
Disclaimer: It's all fiction, Jensen and Jared belong to themselves, I have an overactive imagination.
Previously on Part 1
The Lady GaGa mix was still playing, and Jensen started dancing as he got even closer to Tall, Dark, and Ripped. Some of the other men vying for Mr. Gorgeous' attention tried to shoulder Jensen back, but he held his ground as he moved with the music. Jensen could tell when the tall man noticed him - his eyes traveled over Jensen's face and down his body before returning to full eye contact. Jensen reached a hand out to the man, hoping he'd take it, yet surprised when he did. His hand was firm and warm, a little sweaty from the dancing, but it held tightly onto Jensen's fingers as the man himself drew up right across from Jensen.
Mr. Gorgeous smiled at Jensen, continuing to move to the beat. Jensen could look directly into his eyes now and marveled at the beautiful mix of blue, green, and brown there. The tall Man's eyes were slightly tilted, giving him a mysterious air. His hair was bouncing around as he continued to dance, and he shook it out of his face every so often. Jensen wanted to comb through that tumbled, wavy mass with his fingers, but he still had enough self-control to resist. For the moment, anyway.
Their bodies were only a few inches apart now, and Jensen's was reacting to that proximity. He was breathing a little harder, his heart was beating a little faster, and it wasn't just from the exertion of dancing. His cock was protesting its denim prison. Jensen was mostly looking into those intriguing multi-hued eyes, but he was also sneaking glances at the beautiful body so close to him. Tanned skin over constantly moving muscles, accented here and there with little dark moles. Chest completely smooth, dark nipples on the curve of the pecs - Jensen wanted to lean right over and lick them. He snapped his eyes back up only to catch Mr. Gorgeous laughing at him. Jensen didn't know if he actually blushed or if it was the heat of the dance floor that was making his cheeks warm. Mr. Gorgeous (Jensen decided that was his new name, and a worthy one too) drew closer to Jensen and spoke into his ear.
"It's okay - I'm glad you like what you see. I think you're pretty hot too, and you still have your shirt on even." He drew back from Jensen and smiled, gesturing toward Jensen's shirt. Jensen gulped - he wasn't usually in the half-naked camp when dancing, but then he figured, what did he have to lose? Jensen fixed his eyes on Tall Man as he reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He stuffed the top of it into his back pocket, not wanting to exit later shirtless, and then he checked out Tall Man's reaction. It was as favorable as he could have hoped for - the multicolor eyes were roving over his body, and Jensen took the wide smile as approval.
"You're pretty fucking hot." The Tall Man said in his ear. The warmth of his breath and his deep voice made Jensen shiver. He cleared his throat to reply.
"You're gorgeous! What's your name? I'm Jensen."
"Hey, Jensen, I'm Jared. I've never seen you at Elixir before, because I know between those green eyes and that smokin' body, I'd remember you."
"It's my first time here - wanted to see if it lived up to its rep." And, oh man, does it! Jensen thought. He moved just a little closer to Jared.
"My lucky day, then, that you decided to check it out. Damn, Jensen, you are really something. I'd love to get to know you better. What are you looking for tonight, here at Elixir?"
Jensen shook his head. "I don't really know, Jared. I just thought I should come here. Maybe I'm supposed to meet my soulmate tonight." He dropped his eyes, partly from coyness but partly from genuine shyness at exposing his true thoughts.
Lady GaGa had ended a bit ago, and some dance track filler had been keeping the bodies moving, but now the song changed again. The DJ segued into Usher's 'Scream' with exhortations to relax and get on their backs. The bodies on the dance floor responded loudly and energetically, arms going up in the air and hips gyrating. Jensen himself threw his head back and moved with a stronger rhythm, while Jared started singing loudly and shaking his ass. He grabbed Jensen's arm and slung it over his shoulder, spinning so that his back to Jensen's front. Jensen stared at the magnificent back now presented to him, the muscles so big and sleek, lats wide, spine sharply defined in the muscular groove. Jared's jeans were so low that Jensen could see the sacral dimples on either side of his spine, then the denim swelling over his deliciously curved ass. That ass was moving and shaking as Jared's hips and legs moved with the music, fixing Jensen's gaze on it. Jensen didn't know whether to push himself against such a tempting target or just put his hands on it. He moved closer and pushed himself gently against it. Oh god, it felt so good, it was so firm, and Jensen kept just enough pressure on that his groin stayed in contact with it. Jared didn't react, simply dancing on as he still hung onto Jensen's arm.
Jensen kept moving against Jared, completely rapt with how wonderful that felt. He barely noticed how his other arm came up around Jared, pressing Jared to Jensen's front with his hand splayed on Jared's stomach. Holy crap, those abs felt every bit as good as they looked - he could feel the curves of them on his fingertips. He stroked Jared's belly, feeling his navel set flatly into the skin, and then the soft texture of his treasure trail. Jensen gently stroked the hairs there, following them down to the waistband of Jared's jeans. Dear lord, that WAS Jared's pubic hair peeking out. Jensen's knees went weak for a moment, envisioning Jared's jeans coming off here on the dance floor, Jensen sinking to his knees in front of Jared, putting his mouth on Jared's cock. Jensen shuddered, then wondered what Jared was thinking, as he had to feel Jensen's shudder. He pressed even closer to Jared, close enough now to feel the heat and sweat of Jared's back against the skin of his own bare chest.
While Usher wailed that he'd take you there and go all night, Jensen danced pressing close to Jared. Jensen could feel that Jared was now pressing back against Jensen's body. Jared finally let go of Jensen's arm, and Jensen slid it down to Jared's chest, still holding Jared tightly. Jensen's hands were busy now, one stroking Jared's belly and the other rubbing those gorgeous pecs, sliding over them and caressing the curve of the muscle. Jensen's fingers roved over Jared's nipples, reveling in the feel of the nubs compared to the smooth pecs. Jared's nipples hardened under Jensen's caresses, and Jensen began to pinch and gently tug on them, going back and forth between them. Jared moaned and arched his back a little, pushing his chest into Jensen's hands. Jensen's fingers felt super-sensitive as they played with the hard points, alternating with stroking the smooth skin of Jared's chest, keeping Jared pinned against Jensen's own body. Jensen's cock was fully hard from all this foreplay, pushing against his zipper, eager to be free. He groaned, his desire to fuck Jared growing stronger by the minute.
Suddenly Jared turned within Jensen's embrace, and they were face to face on the dance floor. Both men were still moving, swaying and dancing, but with scarcely an inch to spare between them. Jensen looked directly into Jared's eyes, studying the changing colors there, noting the flush of Jared's cheeks and the moisture on his face. His hair was damp as it framed his face, dark tendrils clinging to his skin. They were chest to chest, their skin rubbing, their sweat mingling into one as they moved. Jensen put his hands on Jared's hips, holding on tightly as he started grinding against Jared's groin. He could feel Jared's erection through his jeans, and Jensen ached as he tried to grind in even closer. He slid a hand from Jared's hips around to his lower back, rubbing there and then sliding the tips of his fingers inside Jared's jeans. The curve of his ass as it began there was exquisite. Jensen was panting now, between the exertion of dancing and the excitement of Jared's body and touch. Jared was running his hands up and down Jensen's arms, feeling his shoulders and biceps, then going up his neck to cradle Jensen's face. On the third pass, he pulled Jensen in and kissed him.
Jensen closed his eyes, all of his senses focusing on the kiss. Jared's pink lips were soft and warm, and they pressed sweetly against his own for a moment before they opened. Jared's tongue was licking at Jensen's mouth, and Jensen dazedly responded and allowed Jared entrance. They both were lost for a few minutes as their mouths pressed hotly together, tongues exploring and sliding against each other, bodies in full contact. Jensen started rutting against Jared again, although grinding through jeans was getting more frustrating by the second. He had completely shut out the rest of the club - as far as he was concerned, it was just Jensen and Jared dancing there. Jared broke the kiss and they were both panting, staring at each other. Jared unexpectedly spun Jensen around, switching their earlier positions - Jensen was the one facing out now, his back to Jared's chest. Jensen gasped, trying to catch his breath and his equilibrium, but Jared had a solid grip on him. One hand held firmly onto Jensen's hip, the other played with Jensen's chest, caressing his pecs and searching out his nipples for payback. Jensen moaned and dropped his head back onto Jared's shoulder as Jared's long fingers tweaked and rubbed his sensitive nipples, feeling them harden and tingle under Jared's attention. Jensen's hips were still moving, but now he started pushing back, trying to rub his ass against Jared's dick. He wondered momentarily if this was going to cause Jared's jeans to finally fall off, but he decided he didn't really care. He could feel the hard line of Jared's cock against his ass now, and it felt fantastic.
Between his thought about Jared's potential pantsing and his current viewpoint out into the club, Jensen realized afresh that they were far from alone. The dance floor was packed, although they were not the only couple giving a show. Other amorous pairs were making out, and threatening to do a lot more. Hands were gripping asses and running all over sweaty bodies, hips grinding into crotches or asses - there was a lot of action going on. Couples could be seen heading for the bathrooms, couples were moving toward the stairs leading down. Jensen wasn't exactly sure what was down those stairs, but he felt it was a good bet that sucking and fucking were going on. Every gay dance club had a back room of some kind, and Jensen figured Elixir's was down those stairs. Then Jared thrust hard against his ass and promptly cleared every other thought from Jensen's mind.
They were moving totally in sync, every step, every roll of the hip. The hand Jared was using to play with Jensen's chest dropped down to the waistband of his jeans, running along the heated skin there. Then those long fingers were inside his jeans, stroking Jensen's warm, moist skin and the scattering of hair running down from his navel. It tickled as it titillated, making Jensen squirm very pleasantly against Jared's crotch. Jared's soft laugh blew past Jensen's ear, and he wanted to feel that warm breath on his whole body. Jared's hand emerged to pop the button on Jensen's jeans before slipping back in even lower. Jared was scratching his fingertips gently through Jensen's pubic hair, making Jensen gasp again and his cock jerk against the denim of his jeans. Jared's sly fingertips found the hard arc of Jensen's dick inside his jeans and ran across it, making Jensen stiffen and groan in Jared's hold. Jensen reached blindly behind him, grabbing Jared's crotch and rubbing it firmly. Jared's cock was every bit as hard as Jensen's, and Jensen ran his hand over the bulge, squeezing it tightly through Jared's jeans. He didn't care how many people were on the floor, Jensen wanted to fuck Jared right now, and it didn't matter to him how many people might be watching.
Usher's paean to loud, long, screaming sex segued into Flo-Rida getting his whistle blown, and Jensen regained his self control for a moment. He grabbed Jared's questing hand and pulled it out of his jeans, keeping hold of it as he turned to face Jared. Jared's eyes were dilated and his neck and upper chest were flushed. "Fuck, Jensen," Jared growled. "We gonna go somewhere or are we going to fuck right here on the dance floor? 'Cause I just about don't give a shit if we put on a show right here, dude, as long as you and I are naked really, really soon, and my cock is in your mouth." Jared smiled, showing perfect white teeth and the dimples that had so affected Jensen earlier. He reached out and gripped Jensen's chin, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Jensen was ready to whimper when the kiss broke, it held so much sweetness as well as passion, pushing all of Jensen's buttons.
"Hell yeah, Jared, whatever you want. I didn't come here looking for a hook-up tonight, but you're hotter than fucking hell and you're driving me crazy. I think you're really special beyond just sex, but right now? Damn if I'm not ready for anything you want to do."
"You got it, Jensen. I want you to leave with me, but I think we need a little relief before we even get there, don't you? Plus the thought of my cock in that gorgeous mouth is irresistible. Follow me, Jensen, let's go play a little." Jared turned, taking Jensen's hand and heading downstairs. Jensen followed willingly, his eyes fixed on the beautiful, sexy man in front of him. He hadn't lost track of the intangible attraction Jared held for him, but when they had gotten so close together, the physical magnetism had been overwhelming. Jensen honestly didn't feel that this was 'just' a hook-up. This was exploring a connection, one he'd felt when he first heard Jared's laugh. After they eased the physical craving, they could take the time to get to know each other better. Besides, no one had ever turned him on so fiercely, and Jensen had to take that as an indication of something deeper happening. He'd had plenty of hot times and hot men, but this was a whole new level. How could he be affected so viscerally if there wasn't something more happening between them?
On to Chapter 3...
Author: firesign10
Beta: pipisafoat
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 2527
Genre: SPN RPS, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M sex
Spoiler(s): None
Summary: Jensen's looking for true love... can a hot dance club be the place to find it?
Disclaimer: It's all fiction, Jensen and Jared belong to themselves, I have an overactive imagination.
Previously on Part 1
The Lady GaGa mix was still playing, and Jensen started dancing as he got even closer to Tall, Dark, and Ripped. Some of the other men vying for Mr. Gorgeous' attention tried to shoulder Jensen back, but he held his ground as he moved with the music. Jensen could tell when the tall man noticed him - his eyes traveled over Jensen's face and down his body before returning to full eye contact. Jensen reached a hand out to the man, hoping he'd take it, yet surprised when he did. His hand was firm and warm, a little sweaty from the dancing, but it held tightly onto Jensen's fingers as the man himself drew up right across from Jensen.
Mr. Gorgeous smiled at Jensen, continuing to move to the beat. Jensen could look directly into his eyes now and marveled at the beautiful mix of blue, green, and brown there. The tall Man's eyes were slightly tilted, giving him a mysterious air. His hair was bouncing around as he continued to dance, and he shook it out of his face every so often. Jensen wanted to comb through that tumbled, wavy mass with his fingers, but he still had enough self-control to resist. For the moment, anyway.
Their bodies were only a few inches apart now, and Jensen's was reacting to that proximity. He was breathing a little harder, his heart was beating a little faster, and it wasn't just from the exertion of dancing. His cock was protesting its denim prison. Jensen was mostly looking into those intriguing multi-hued eyes, but he was also sneaking glances at the beautiful body so close to him. Tanned skin over constantly moving muscles, accented here and there with little dark moles. Chest completely smooth, dark nipples on the curve of the pecs - Jensen wanted to lean right over and lick them. He snapped his eyes back up only to catch Mr. Gorgeous laughing at him. Jensen didn't know if he actually blushed or if it was the heat of the dance floor that was making his cheeks warm. Mr. Gorgeous (Jensen decided that was his new name, and a worthy one too) drew closer to Jensen and spoke into his ear.
"It's okay - I'm glad you like what you see. I think you're pretty hot too, and you still have your shirt on even." He drew back from Jensen and smiled, gesturing toward Jensen's shirt. Jensen gulped - he wasn't usually in the half-naked camp when dancing, but then he figured, what did he have to lose? Jensen fixed his eyes on Tall Man as he reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He stuffed the top of it into his back pocket, not wanting to exit later shirtless, and then he checked out Tall Man's reaction. It was as favorable as he could have hoped for - the multicolor eyes were roving over his body, and Jensen took the wide smile as approval.
"You're pretty fucking hot." The Tall Man said in his ear. The warmth of his breath and his deep voice made Jensen shiver. He cleared his throat to reply.
"You're gorgeous! What's your name? I'm Jensen."
"Hey, Jensen, I'm Jared. I've never seen you at Elixir before, because I know between those green eyes and that smokin' body, I'd remember you."
"It's my first time here - wanted to see if it lived up to its rep." And, oh man, does it! Jensen thought. He moved just a little closer to Jared.
"My lucky day, then, that you decided to check it out. Damn, Jensen, you are really something. I'd love to get to know you better. What are you looking for tonight, here at Elixir?"
Jensen shook his head. "I don't really know, Jared. I just thought I should come here. Maybe I'm supposed to meet my soulmate tonight." He dropped his eyes, partly from coyness but partly from genuine shyness at exposing his true thoughts.
Lady GaGa had ended a bit ago, and some dance track filler had been keeping the bodies moving, but now the song changed again. The DJ segued into Usher's 'Scream' with exhortations to relax and get on their backs. The bodies on the dance floor responded loudly and energetically, arms going up in the air and hips gyrating. Jensen himself threw his head back and moved with a stronger rhythm, while Jared started singing loudly and shaking his ass. He grabbed Jensen's arm and slung it over his shoulder, spinning so that his back to Jensen's front. Jensen stared at the magnificent back now presented to him, the muscles so big and sleek, lats wide, spine sharply defined in the muscular groove. Jared's jeans were so low that Jensen could see the sacral dimples on either side of his spine, then the denim swelling over his deliciously curved ass. That ass was moving and shaking as Jared's hips and legs moved with the music, fixing Jensen's gaze on it. Jensen didn't know whether to push himself against such a tempting target or just put his hands on it. He moved closer and pushed himself gently against it. Oh god, it felt so good, it was so firm, and Jensen kept just enough pressure on that his groin stayed in contact with it. Jared didn't react, simply dancing on as he still hung onto Jensen's arm.
Jensen kept moving against Jared, completely rapt with how wonderful that felt. He barely noticed how his other arm came up around Jared, pressing Jared to Jensen's front with his hand splayed on Jared's stomach. Holy crap, those abs felt every bit as good as they looked - he could feel the curves of them on his fingertips. He stroked Jared's belly, feeling his navel set flatly into the skin, and then the soft texture of his treasure trail. Jensen gently stroked the hairs there, following them down to the waistband of Jared's jeans. Dear lord, that WAS Jared's pubic hair peeking out. Jensen's knees went weak for a moment, envisioning Jared's jeans coming off here on the dance floor, Jensen sinking to his knees in front of Jared, putting his mouth on Jared's cock. Jensen shuddered, then wondered what Jared was thinking, as he had to feel Jensen's shudder. He pressed even closer to Jared, close enough now to feel the heat and sweat of Jared's back against the skin of his own bare chest.
While Usher wailed that he'd take you there and go all night, Jensen danced pressing close to Jared. Jensen could feel that Jared was now pressing back against Jensen's body. Jared finally let go of Jensen's arm, and Jensen slid it down to Jared's chest, still holding Jared tightly. Jensen's hands were busy now, one stroking Jared's belly and the other rubbing those gorgeous pecs, sliding over them and caressing the curve of the muscle. Jensen's fingers roved over Jared's nipples, reveling in the feel of the nubs compared to the smooth pecs. Jared's nipples hardened under Jensen's caresses, and Jensen began to pinch and gently tug on them, going back and forth between them. Jared moaned and arched his back a little, pushing his chest into Jensen's hands. Jensen's fingers felt super-sensitive as they played with the hard points, alternating with stroking the smooth skin of Jared's chest, keeping Jared pinned against Jensen's own body. Jensen's cock was fully hard from all this foreplay, pushing against his zipper, eager to be free. He groaned, his desire to fuck Jared growing stronger by the minute.
Suddenly Jared turned within Jensen's embrace, and they were face to face on the dance floor. Both men were still moving, swaying and dancing, but with scarcely an inch to spare between them. Jensen looked directly into Jared's eyes, studying the changing colors there, noting the flush of Jared's cheeks and the moisture on his face. His hair was damp as it framed his face, dark tendrils clinging to his skin. They were chest to chest, their skin rubbing, their sweat mingling into one as they moved. Jensen put his hands on Jared's hips, holding on tightly as he started grinding against Jared's groin. He could feel Jared's erection through his jeans, and Jensen ached as he tried to grind in even closer. He slid a hand from Jared's hips around to his lower back, rubbing there and then sliding the tips of his fingers inside Jared's jeans. The curve of his ass as it began there was exquisite. Jensen was panting now, between the exertion of dancing and the excitement of Jared's body and touch. Jared was running his hands up and down Jensen's arms, feeling his shoulders and biceps, then going up his neck to cradle Jensen's face. On the third pass, he pulled Jensen in and kissed him.
Jensen closed his eyes, all of his senses focusing on the kiss. Jared's pink lips were soft and warm, and they pressed sweetly against his own for a moment before they opened. Jared's tongue was licking at Jensen's mouth, and Jensen dazedly responded and allowed Jared entrance. They both were lost for a few minutes as their mouths pressed hotly together, tongues exploring and sliding against each other, bodies in full contact. Jensen started rutting against Jared again, although grinding through jeans was getting more frustrating by the second. He had completely shut out the rest of the club - as far as he was concerned, it was just Jensen and Jared dancing there. Jared broke the kiss and they were both panting, staring at each other. Jared unexpectedly spun Jensen around, switching their earlier positions - Jensen was the one facing out now, his back to Jared's chest. Jensen gasped, trying to catch his breath and his equilibrium, but Jared had a solid grip on him. One hand held firmly onto Jensen's hip, the other played with Jensen's chest, caressing his pecs and searching out his nipples for payback. Jensen moaned and dropped his head back onto Jared's shoulder as Jared's long fingers tweaked and rubbed his sensitive nipples, feeling them harden and tingle under Jared's attention. Jensen's hips were still moving, but now he started pushing back, trying to rub his ass against Jared's dick. He wondered momentarily if this was going to cause Jared's jeans to finally fall off, but he decided he didn't really care. He could feel the hard line of Jared's cock against his ass now, and it felt fantastic.
Between his thought about Jared's potential pantsing and his current viewpoint out into the club, Jensen realized afresh that they were far from alone. The dance floor was packed, although they were not the only couple giving a show. Other amorous pairs were making out, and threatening to do a lot more. Hands were gripping asses and running all over sweaty bodies, hips grinding into crotches or asses - there was a lot of action going on. Couples could be seen heading for the bathrooms, couples were moving toward the stairs leading down. Jensen wasn't exactly sure what was down those stairs, but he felt it was a good bet that sucking and fucking were going on. Every gay dance club had a back room of some kind, and Jensen figured Elixir's was down those stairs. Then Jared thrust hard against his ass and promptly cleared every other thought from Jensen's mind.
They were moving totally in sync, every step, every roll of the hip. The hand Jared was using to play with Jensen's chest dropped down to the waistband of his jeans, running along the heated skin there. Then those long fingers were inside his jeans, stroking Jensen's warm, moist skin and the scattering of hair running down from his navel. It tickled as it titillated, making Jensen squirm very pleasantly against Jared's crotch. Jared's soft laugh blew past Jensen's ear, and he wanted to feel that warm breath on his whole body. Jared's hand emerged to pop the button on Jensen's jeans before slipping back in even lower. Jared was scratching his fingertips gently through Jensen's pubic hair, making Jensen gasp again and his cock jerk against the denim of his jeans. Jared's sly fingertips found the hard arc of Jensen's dick inside his jeans and ran across it, making Jensen stiffen and groan in Jared's hold. Jensen reached blindly behind him, grabbing Jared's crotch and rubbing it firmly. Jared's cock was every bit as hard as Jensen's, and Jensen ran his hand over the bulge, squeezing it tightly through Jared's jeans. He didn't care how many people were on the floor, Jensen wanted to fuck Jared right now, and it didn't matter to him how many people might be watching.
Usher's paean to loud, long, screaming sex segued into Flo-Rida getting his whistle blown, and Jensen regained his self control for a moment. He grabbed Jared's questing hand and pulled it out of his jeans, keeping hold of it as he turned to face Jared. Jared's eyes were dilated and his neck and upper chest were flushed. "Fuck, Jensen," Jared growled. "We gonna go somewhere or are we going to fuck right here on the dance floor? 'Cause I just about don't give a shit if we put on a show right here, dude, as long as you and I are naked really, really soon, and my cock is in your mouth." Jared smiled, showing perfect white teeth and the dimples that had so affected Jensen earlier. He reached out and gripped Jensen's chin, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Jensen was ready to whimper when the kiss broke, it held so much sweetness as well as passion, pushing all of Jensen's buttons.
"Hell yeah, Jared, whatever you want. I didn't come here looking for a hook-up tonight, but you're hotter than fucking hell and you're driving me crazy. I think you're really special beyond just sex, but right now? Damn if I'm not ready for anything you want to do."
"You got it, Jensen. I want you to leave with me, but I think we need a little relief before we even get there, don't you? Plus the thought of my cock in that gorgeous mouth is irresistible. Follow me, Jensen, let's go play a little." Jared turned, taking Jensen's hand and heading downstairs. Jensen followed willingly, his eyes fixed on the beautiful, sexy man in front of him. He hadn't lost track of the intangible attraction Jared held for him, but when they had gotten so close together, the physical magnetism had been overwhelming. Jensen honestly didn't feel that this was 'just' a hook-up. This was exploring a connection, one he'd felt when he first heard Jared's laugh. After they eased the physical craving, they could take the time to get to know each other better. Besides, no one had ever turned him on so fiercely, and Jensen had to take that as an indication of something deeper happening. He'd had plenty of hot times and hot men, but this was a whole new level. How could he be affected so viscerally if there wasn't something more happening between them?
On to Chapter 3...