Living In Lucid Dreams - Part 1
Part 1
Jensen pressed the button on the little gadget repeatedly. That freaking garage door opener, it had worked just a minute ago when he drove his car inside and now it flatly refused to work; breaking down like everything else in the goddamn house. Was it last week when he had to change the faucet in the kitchen sink?
He would probably have to use good old brute force to close the garage this time. Standing under the door, he grabbed the handle and pulled. The door was still stuck. He swore under his breath and pulled again, harder. It was still stuck. Typical. He looked up to see whether something was jamming it and then pulled just a little bit to see if he could get it moving.
The door descended upon him like a missile from the sky and struck him on his forehead. He heard the thump as his vision begin to swim, before everything turned black.
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The first thought in his mind was that he was dead. Death by a garage door. Jensen, you shithead, what a perfect way for you to go. Without opening his eyes he knew he was bathed in bright light, and it felt more like sunlight than some harsh fluorescent lighting at a hospital. Plus, there was no splitting headache or throbbing. No, he was dead. Wonderful, just great. Two weeks before his life insurance policy would have kicked in. His family would certainly curse him for leaving them with the mortgage on that shack he called his house.
Maybe he should try to open his eyes and see what the afterlife had to offer. Maybe it was this boring light of love one of Steve’s old girlfriends had gone on and on about. Or maybe the afterlife wouldn't be so bad - he probably wouldn’t have to go to work there - or maybe he was in hell. Prying one eye open, he stared straight up into a painted ceiling with stained glass fixture lighting. Where the hell was he?
He dared opening both eyes, still looking up at the ceiling. Moving his fingers a little, he felt them rub against a sheet. A sheet that was a lot nicer to the touch than anything he owned. This was also a pretty comfortable bed he was lying in; the mattress wasn’t sagging in the middle like it did in his own bed.
What had happened? Had someone found him knocked out and decided to move him to their place instead of his own bedroom?
Turning his head to the left in order to inspect his surroundings further he became acutely aware that he wasn’t alone in the room. Or in the bed as a matter of fact.
Fuck. Fuckity Fuck.
This couldn’t be good. At all.
With his heart beating almost in his throat, he raised himself up onto his elbows to take a better look at the person sharing his bed.
It was a guy, who was thankfully fast asleep. A hot guy fast asleep. Not that Jensen considered himself gay or anything. He just liked looking at hot guys and he really couldn’t get enough of this sleeping beauty. Raking his gaze over the guy’s sculpted chest, narrow waist, and handsome face, he was struck with the desire to see the guy awake, see that body in motion and see that face animated.
He sat up fast. There he was, not knowing where on earth he was and he's perving over some poor guy. He had to find a phone, get his bearings.
Rising from the bed he realized that he was naked. Quickly he blocked out the thought that he’d been lying naked in a bed with another man. Now wasn’t the time. There were some clothes on a chair and he pulled on a pair of faded Levi's and some fancy designer t-shirt that probably cost his week's salary.
Looking into a large mirror hanging on the wall he surveyed himself: still Jensen Ackles for the most part, but that was a new haircut he had going on there. His hair hadn’t been this short in ages. His forearms looked rather buff, like he’d been doing a spot of lifting, which was something he’d never done in his life.
What the hell had happen? Had he suffered memory loss or something?
Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, he inspected his surroundings for any bit of familiarity. Not that he could hope for much as he walked down a long hallway. He didn’t dare to open any locked doors in case there were more people there. The sleeping guy freaked him out enough as it were. Weren’t there any goddamn telephones anywhere in this house?
Instead he found some sort of a den or a TV lounge, sporting a huge, honking plasma screen, hooked up to at least two kinds of game computers, not to mention all kinds of other equipment hooked up with it. He couldn’t help but salivate a bit, seeing how he could hardly even afford cable.
Nestled between the biggest lazy boy chairs he’d ever seen was a coffee table, strewn with remotes, game controls, candy wrappers and magazines. He started rummaging around, hoping he might unearth a cell phone underneath all the mess.
Pulling aside a magazine, he looked at the cover and right at his own face, though granted, with a strange look upon it he was certain he never had. There was someone else on the cover and it had to be the sleeping beauty. Blazoned over their picture was the caption; “Jensen & Jared.” So the sleeping beauty had a name. But why did a magazine have them on the cover? And he’d never seen the title before: “Supernatural.” Oh god, please don’t be one of these UFO sighting magazines that Lindberg, my roommate from college, used to read. It was enough to wake up next to a strange guy and not knowing where he was. Extra freakiness was really not required.
He leafed through the magazine and even though he was only able to comprehend a sentence here and there, it appeared that he and that Jared kid were stars of some TV show.
He, Jensen Ross Ackles, an actor? He who had spent most of his life being so shy that the mere thought of standing in front of people, doing whatever, made him break out in hives?
Soon enough he’d abandoned the magazine to continue his search for a phone. His search let him downstairs to a huge kitchen - that thing could fit in a restaurant. And there he finally found what he’d been looking for. There were couple of cell phones on the kitchen table; one of them was being charged so he grabbed the other one. It looked sleek and expensive and he panicked. With fumbling fingers he tried to remember his parents’ number but only got the message that the number he was calling had been disconnected. He tried his best to remember any phone numbers at all, but all he remembered was the number of some home shopping channel that sold flexible chopping boards that came with a free set of ginsu knives.
Poking harder at the phone he tried for its list of contacts, hoping against hope that it might contain the number of the local police or some other authority that could shed a light on his predicament. He rolled through what seemed an endless list of names until he came to a halt in the “Js”. There was a Jared listed there, wouldn’t do much good to call sleeping beauty upstairs. But then there was a Josh listed.
Please let it be my brother.
“Yes?” The voice in the phone sounded grumpy but it sure sounded like his brother.
“It’s Jensen. Something really weird has happened. I don’t know where the hell I am.”
“And you decided to make a call to me? Me who is in Dallas?”
“Uh, yeah. Why not?” What, I’m not in Dallas? Where the hell am I?
“Are you drunk or high or something? Last time I knew, yesterday in fact, you were in Vancouver. You know Vancouver? In Canada where you live now and your job is and all?”
Vancouver?!? Oh, the fucking fuck.
“So my job … in Vancouver. How long exactly have I been here?”
“What shit have you been taking? Have you lost your mind, kid?”
“No, no, it’s just … don’t mind, Josh. I’ll figure something out. Hear from you later.” He pushed the red button on the cell to end the call.
How on earth had he gone from being a normal Texan guy with a boring desk job to an actor in a TV show shot in Vancouver? And make that an actor who seemingly slept with his male co-star. Had his memory been wiped clean?
Putting down the cell phone he noticed the date on the screen; 7th of September 2008.
That was today. The day he’d gone to church and then returned home only to have a garage door knock him out.
He felt dizzy - he was probably the only one who was in on what was happening here and as he saw it, he had to deal if he didn’t want to be shipped off to an institution to be locked in a padded cell.
So, Jensen Ackles, the TV star? The mere thought of acting made him sick to his stomach but if he was going to suck it up, being shy wasn’t an option.
Maybe he should check out the TV lounge again, there might be examples of his supposed work there.
There were shelves full of DVDs and even a few VHS tapes in the TV lounge. Jensen thought it was best to start with the show that he was supposed to be doing at the moment.
He grabbed one of the Supernatural DVDs at random and put it into what he believed was the DVD player. Soon enough the menu came up on the screen with a picture of what appeared to be himself and the sleeping beauty, both with narrowed eyes. Dear god, am I pouting?
Selecting the episode option he saw immediately that he had to watch the episode titled “The Magnificent Seven.” He loved the film. Maybe this was some kind of a cowboy thing, he’d love that.
Unfortunately the episode didn’t begin with him riding on his horse but some poor guy putting out his trash when he got jumped by a scary storm cloud.
Soon he showed up on the screen in a white tank top, sexing up some girl, and then he was driving this huge old black car, Chevy or something. Damn, his character appeared to be a cocky bastard, but he had a gun which was cool, despite him then getting his ass kicked by that bald black guy.
Then he kind of forgot he was watching himself, especially since his onscreen character was so vastly different from himself, and got engrossed in what he was watching.
“I think the only reason you watch this episode again and again is that you love how Sam looks at Dean.”
Jensen sat up straight in the lazy boy he’d been occupying. Sleeping Beauty was up.
“Yeah?” He said and tried to act as nonchalant as he possibly could.
“Shot a week before our first hook-up? Don’t pretend you don’t remember. Even if you went around for months pretending it didn’t happen.” Jared had obviously rolled out of bed as he was, completely naked, and now he was leaning over Jensen, with a look on his face that had to be described as leering. His face was only inches away from Jensen’s, his tongue darting over his lips, making them shiny and wet.
He was absolutely mesmerized by Jared’s darting tongue. Every muscle in his body was completely frozen still, even as Jared’s lips touched his.
Jensen’s mind was, however, not still. Oh lord, I’m kissing a guy. I’m kissing a ridiculously hot guy who believes he’s kissing his long-time boyfriend or something.
At the same time he was in the thrall of sheer panic, he was also experiencing something he could only define as lust. Especially as Jared was pulling him up from the chair and pressing his body, his naked body, flush against him.
“Take it back to the bedroom, please? We can’t go replacing the chair every other month, can we?” Jensen felt Jared’s hot breath against his ear. For a fleeting moment he wondered what the hell they’d done to the chairs before but then Jared gripped his forearm tightly, tugging him, leading him back down the corridor to the bedroom.
Like a lamb to the slaughter.
He couldn’t deny the fact that he’s aroused, his dick half-hard, rubbing against the fabric of the jeans he was wearing and his lips all tingly after being kissed by Jared. No more than he could deny the fact that he’s absolutely terrified. There was the small problem of him never having been with a guy before; in fact it's been a while since he’s been with anyone, period. Perhaps this would just be a question of him lying there, thinking of Texas. He swallowed; that Jared guy was big in every way, that much he’d noticed when their bodies had been pressed together.
That hallway which appeared so long really wasn’t that long. All too soon, in Jensen’s estimation, they’d reached the bedroom. Few feet in and Jensen froze: he could just as well have turned into a pillar of salt like Lot’s wife.
“Jensen, what’s this about? I thought we were going to have sex, not a pose-off.”
Jared had turned to him, in his naked glory, obviously quite ready to get to the sex right away. It was a sight to behold, even if you were a terrified guy who had just been coming from church two hours ago, and due to a run-in with a garage door had magically been transported thousands of miles into an alternate universe.
He had once heard that life came down to a few decisions, but why did he have to make one of them now? If he was stuck like this forever it would be a pretty bad idea to panic and run away from his lover and co-worker - but it wasn’t often that his virgin ass was on the line.
OK, it’s not like I haven’t fantasized about other guys but those were fantasies. I thought the closest I’d ever come to being with a guy would jerking off over a picture spread in Men’s Health.
“You are driving me crazy.” Obviously tired of waiting, Jared stalked over to him and demonstrated the fact that he was a huge, muscled man, and despite Jensen never having thought himself a pixie, he was swept up - or more like swept off his feet. He wouldn’t have believed it but it was strangely comforting to be held like that, and he almost forgot he was in fact scared out of his wits. In one smooth motion, Jared had them both lying on the bed, turning himself to face Jensen who was lying on his back.
There was something in Jared’s eyes that made Jensen warm deep down in his belly, slowly quenching his terror: at least the terror of possibly having the rather impressive dick of another man up his ass.
What remained was the question of what exactly he was supposed to do. Why the hell was I always too scared to download gay porn? At least I’d have some idea.
Oblivious to what was going on with Jensen, Jared was deftly buttoning down the fly on the jeans with one hand while using the other to push up the t-shirt and pull it off him.
He felt exposed, like a scaly reptile turned over to reveal a soft underside, feeling one of Jared’s big hands on his belly while he was busying himself with the other, pushing down the jeans around Jensen’s hips. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried his best to forget the fact of how close various parts of Jared were to his cock. His body, however, had no intention of forgetting that particular fact and like a heat-seeking missile, he’d twisted himself so he was flush against Jared who had pulled himself up and was sucking hard on Jensen’s tongue.
The thoughts in his mind were an absolute jumble. There was his body, responding to all those little delicious things Jared was doing to him; to another guy touching him, kissing him. He was about to have sex with another man. Another man who happened to be a living, breathing Adonis.
“Jen, want you so much.” Jared’s breathy words shot straight to his groin and his previously half-hard dick was now standing at full mast.
God, I’m pathetic. Someone only needs to tell me they want me and suddenly I’m all eager and keen and ready to spread for them.
Jared had embraced him and was kissing him again with his obscenely talented mouth. It was nice, but it was also strange change to be kissed. Every girl he’d ever kissed had expected him to do all the work, and frankly it was usually boring to kiss unmoving, slack lips. This was aggressive, Jared’s demanding lips had him responding the same way.
Though Jensen would have happily disappeared into a world that consisted only of their mouths, he was aware, all too aware, of lying very naked against another naked body. He could feel Jared’s hardness pushing into his hip, and he felt his own dick slide against Jared’s belly, feeling how it was already oozing pre-come.
As a matter of fact, he was aching for some friction, someone to touch him, and if his fingers weren't currently all tangled up in the ridiculously soft mop of hair on Jared’s head, he’d be doing the honors himself. Twisting slightly, he aimed for another angle to Jared’s body, something that would give him the much needed friction.
As luck would have it, someone appeared to read minds. Jared freed the arm that had been lodged under Jensen and had his cock in his hand; his giant, calloused hand. And Jensen couldn’t help but arch into the touch, so different from his own hands, which almost seemed dainty in comparison. Then Jared started to jerk him off in earnest, smoothing the pad of his thumb over the head, smearing the pre-come and moving his hand up and down the shaft, keeping the pressure just right. Jesus in heaven, either all guys like to have their dicks touched in exactly the same way or this is the thousandth time or something he is doing this.
Jensen couldn’t help but find it incredibly hot. Someone like Jared, someone who probably could get anyone to bed him, had wanted to be with him - well, someone who looked exactly like him.
All too soon he felt the familiar pressure of oncoming climax and he almost groaned in frustration. He wanted more of Jared’s hand on him, touching him so expertly. His breathing was coming in huffs and the occasional gasps.
As Jared moved his hand away, almost at the last moment, Jensen couldn’t help but groan at the loss of touch. The next thing he knew, Jared’s hands were on his hips, pulling him higher in the bed and oh godgod fuckfuck his cock was disappearing between Jared’s lips and into the wet heat of his mouth. Jensen had been pulled high enough to see exactly what was happening. It had to be the single most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed; to see his dick disappear into that gorgeous mouth - a mouth that contained the most incredible tongue in the world, Jared’s tongue, which was currently dipping into the slit on the crown on his dick. Perhaps it was a cliché of the highest degree but Jensen could swear that new vistas were opening up to him. He’d had blowjobs before but they hadn’t been anything to write home about; the girls involved had merely slobbered all over him. None of them had come close to looking like a wanton sex god, like Jared looked now, his cheeks hollowing with the effort of blowing him.
Jared was looking at him, his hazel eyes smoldering, as he moved to cup his balls, his touch a new feeling he felt almost burn up his spine. He was going to die a sweet death right there and then. This would be a much nicer way to die than to have my head split open by a garage door.
The torture wasn’t over: Jared with his magic fingers had more tricks in his arsenal. Momentarily he slipped Jensen’s dick out of his mouth and reached with his long arms to the nightstand, grabbing something from there, a bottle of some kind that he opened with his teeth before sucking Jensen’s cock back into his mouth. Clear liquid came pouring out of the bottle and Jared seemed careful to coat his fingers while still working his tongue up and down the underside of Jensen’s dick. It slowly dawned on Jensen’s lust-addled brain what exactly was in the bottle and now all over Jared’s long fingers. A bit slow on the uptake there, Jensen.
He tried his utmost to concentrate on how wonderful Jared’s mouth felt on his dick and not think about what he was going to do with his lubed up fingers but Jensen failed. As the slick fingers touched him, he flinched.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I think we must have finished the self-heating lube.”
Yeah, because the coolness is the problem.
With great determination, because the last thing he wanted was to appear like the scared ass virgin he was, he willed the muscles in his thighs to relax and forced his legs to fall open. Clearly that amounted to an invitation for Jared to push one long finger into his anus. The ring of muscle strained tight and Jensen wasn’t sure how one could relax those particular muscles consciously. Inhaling deeply and exhaling, he tried his best to unclench his fists, soften his stomach muscles and simply allow himself to sink into the mattress underneath him.
Maybe it was only a matter of seconds, or maybe it was a matter of eons but he felt himself loosen up; he’d stopped trying to squeeze Jared’s finger apart and obviously that was enough for another finger to be added.
Lifting his head, Jared let Jensen’s cock slip out of his mouth, almost making Jensen whine at the loss.
“Shit, you’re tight, man. Did I dream fucking you last night? Almost like a virgin.” Jared’s voice was growly and made Jensen absolutely light-headed as the little blood there had been in his head rushed downwards.
Having Jared’s fingers inside him felt weird, though it wasn’t exactly painful. The dull ache he felt as the muscles slowly gave way seemed to be waking up nerve-endings he didn’t know he had. All he was conscious of were those new sensations, the rest of his body was as good as forgotten to him.
The loss of Jared’s fingers was sudden and the lingering feeling of emptiness would have had him almost screaming in frustration if Jared hadn’t started crawling up his body like a big, hulking predator. Maybe he should have become scared again but his body had taken control, screaming to be filled. He swallowed just as Jared’s face hovered over his, the eyes obviously burning with lust. Without being sure he had the right, he begged.
“Please.”
A smile played upon Jared’s lips, a smile unlike any other Jensen had ever witnessed. If he hadn’t been lying on his back, pinned down by a large, male body, that smile would have caused him to walk more upright, with a certain spring in his step. That gorgeous man wanted to fuck him. It was awesome.
Jared’s smile hadn’t been an empty promise. With one hand he managed to slick himself up, holding the lube bottle between his teeth, while still being braced over Jensen. The image of Jared’s teeth around the bottle, the liquid leaking over his hand was still etched upon Jensen’s vision when he felt his legs being pushed up and apart. It was like his brain was lagging: he could feel what was happening to him but it wasn’t connecting completely.
He was aware of Jared’s broad shoulders pushing into the back of his knees, his feet dangling on each side of Jared’s head and a pillow being stuffed under his behind but the haze of his mind was still consuming him.
Then it happened and the haze cleared up like a Texan sky after a rainy morning. Jared was pushing into him and his whole world became that burn in his muscles as Jared pushed further in. There were sounds coming out of his mouth, originating somewhere deep within him, guttural. He was unaware of them, all he felt was that burning stretch, a painful burn and still somehow carrying the promise of pleasure.
“So tight, Jen. So fucking tight.” Jared’s voice sound almost strangled. “Feels so good.”
Then he was full and nothing else mattered.
Until Jared pulled back and he was suddenly feeling so empty. A feeling that lasted for a few heartbeats until Jared slammed back into him, crushing all the air out of his lungs along the way.
The world was contained in that rhythm of pull and slam, of full and empty, of burning pain, of pleasure that felt like almost like pins and needles. He had no fucking clue what his name was or where he was. It was all fucking and Jared.
And then Jared’s big hand on his cock and his hoarse whispering; “Come for me, I want to see you come ‘cause you’re fucking beautiful when you come.”
Jared tugged at his dick with a twist, thumbing the head and Jensen had no idea whether he’d been hard at all before, all he knew that he was rock-hard now.
The onslaught of sensations had him tipped at the brink. The rhythm and the burning pleasurepain of Jared thrusting into him and the way he was stroking his dick, making the sensitive nerve endings practically scream. His body grew taut, his legs almost lifting Jared off him and then he screamed as he came.
As the concept of time and space was quite lost on him, he had no idea whether his orgasm had lasted a fraction of second or some period of time that could only be described using a timeline. All he knew was that suddenly Jared was having an orgasm as well. Because of him. Jared’s face was all scrunched up and he was groaning - a deep animalistic growl. All because of him.
Instinctively he’d moved his legs down from Jared’s shoulders. For a couple of seconds, with Jared half-crushing him, thoughts of extreme awkwardness appeared within his regained consciousness. Is this the part where we cuddle or don’t two guys do that?
His frame of reference was certainly lacking - his fumbling encounters with the few girls he’d slept with had been exactly that: fumbling, where couple of the girls had been some sort of human octopuses, one had kicked him out of her bed (seriously, he had a bruise on his ass for a week) and then there had been those times where they had just lain next to each other afterwards, feeling like the whole world was seeing them naked.
Jared clearly wasn’t feeling like he was being laid bare in plain sight. A content smile played on his lips as he pulled Jensen to him and rolled them over. Two guys could apparently cuddle and it felt nice and Jared’s sturdy arms didn’t feel at all like octopus tentacles. It felt like bliss, true blue post-coital bliss. Lying on Jared’s chest, with his cheek right above where his heart was, Jensen could feel the heartbeat drop to a slower tempo.
“That was so intense.” He felt the vibration from Jared’s voice and wanted to respond, but his ability to speak was a little lost, so all he could do was nod.
“It’s like I just met a new part of you, Jen. I’ve never met the shy, fresh-faced Texas boy in bed.”
Jensen didn’t dare look up at Jared. Jesus, was the man a mind-reader on top of the whole sex god thing? Yeah, you just met the freaking shy, fresh-faced, ASS VIRGIN Texas boy in bed ‘cause you just had a different Jensen who was all that.
Despite feeling a bit agitated, the cuddling felt nice, really nice. He didn’t want to say it was like being home but it felt familiar and he could even imagine being totally at ease with it.
Pretty sure his sense of time was all shot to hell, Jensen allowed his mind to drift. He could possibly find it within himself to panic a little more; they weren’t going to spend all eternity in this bed. His mind refused, however, maybe in a fit of self-preservation, to extend itself outside of the house. Unknowingly he pressed his right palm to Jared’s chest.
“Jen, anything wrong?”
“Uh, no. Just … want to be like this forever.”
“Yeah, if only that would pay the bills. Seriously, though what’s the time?”
Jared pulled himself up and reached for the alarm on the night stand.
“Oh, shit. Cliff will be here in like five with the dogs. I promised that I wouldn’t be totally zoned out.” Jared scrambled off the bed and Jensen tumbled sideways.
“Oh man, I don’t have time to take a shower.” Jared seemed to be frantically babbling as he tore apart piles of clothing in search of something. “Jen, you can hit the shower and maybe I can sneak to take one later. Can’t go reeking of sex all day.”
Jared disappeared out of the bedroom just as the sound of a door being shut resonated through the house, followed by rampageous barking.
Deciding to take Jared up on his advice Jensen made his way to the bathroom. He wasn’t entirely sure if people could reek of sex as such but he was sweaty and sticky and feeling unbelievably weird.
Stepping into the enormous shower, he wondered exactly how much more money he would have to earn to have be able to install such a thing at his house. Maybe he would never have to worry about that anymore - not if he’d now magically turned into Jensen Ackles, the TV star. No almost run-down house with a mortgage, no office slave job, no long-standing sense of overwhelming failure.
Except he seemed to have arrived somewhere in the middle of this supposedly fabulous life and it was exactly like turning on the TV and landing in the middle of a movie or a show and not having a clue what was going on. Still, the task at hand was to have a shower and he was going tackle that before anything else.
The water cascaded over him in a way that made him think that this had to be the best shower in the world. No following around a trickle of lukewarm water, this was rather like a freaking waterfall. This he might get used to. Other stuff might follow later.
As he started to wash himself with some shower gel he found there, he made a startling realization. Shit, I’m shaved … like completely shaved. I so didn’t notice earlier. He’d always thought that only dudes in boybands and maybe Olympic swimmers shaved every inch of body hair but apparently TV stars with hot boyfriends did that as well. His happy trail and all of his pubic hair had vanished. Touching his balls, he gasped when he felt the smooth softness. How could he have not noticed, even despite an incredible blowjob and then some mindblowing ass fucking? Thinking of ass. Running his hand down his backside, he definitely felt just how tender and sore he was. There was no chance he was going to be able to sit properly for the next few days but that was probably the universe’s way of keeping the balance. That kind of awesome sex had to come at a price.
The awesome sex had also made him hungry so he didn’t linger too long in the shower. TV stars had to eat as well. After drying off and finding clothes, he ventured to find the kitchen again.
Jared was in the kitchen, talking to some huge guy. The huge guy also seemed to have brought food because there was take-away coffee on the kitchen counter and paper bags that seemed to stem from a bakery. Jensen’s mouth watered and he made a beeline for the baked goods. Just as he reached for a bag that looked like it contained chocolate éclairs, Jared shouted something out. He couldn’t really hear what it was, because suddenly his world was full of dog, a big, slobbering dog that seemed intent on licking him to death. The dog jumped up and the surprise unbalanced Jensen, tipping him backwards with no chance to brace himself against the fall. His head fell backwards onto the tiled floor and he felt the impact vibrate pain throughout his skull before everything turned black.
Part 2 - Master Post
Jensen pressed the button on the little gadget repeatedly. That freaking garage door opener, it had worked just a minute ago when he drove his car inside and now it flatly refused to work; breaking down like everything else in the goddamn house. Was it last week when he had to change the faucet in the kitchen sink?
He would probably have to use good old brute force to close the garage this time. Standing under the door, he grabbed the handle and pulled. The door was still stuck. He swore under his breath and pulled again, harder. It was still stuck. Typical. He looked up to see whether something was jamming it and then pulled just a little bit to see if he could get it moving.
The door descended upon him like a missile from the sky and struck him on his forehead. He heard the thump as his vision begin to swim, before everything turned black.
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The first thought in his mind was that he was dead. Death by a garage door. Jensen, you shithead, what a perfect way for you to go. Without opening his eyes he knew he was bathed in bright light, and it felt more like sunlight than some harsh fluorescent lighting at a hospital. Plus, there was no splitting headache or throbbing. No, he was dead. Wonderful, just great. Two weeks before his life insurance policy would have kicked in. His family would certainly curse him for leaving them with the mortgage on that shack he called his house.
Maybe he should try to open his eyes and see what the afterlife had to offer. Maybe it was this boring light of love one of Steve’s old girlfriends had gone on and on about. Or maybe the afterlife wouldn't be so bad - he probably wouldn’t have to go to work there - or maybe he was in hell. Prying one eye open, he stared straight up into a painted ceiling with stained glass fixture lighting. Where the hell was he?
He dared opening both eyes, still looking up at the ceiling. Moving his fingers a little, he felt them rub against a sheet. A sheet that was a lot nicer to the touch than anything he owned. This was also a pretty comfortable bed he was lying in; the mattress wasn’t sagging in the middle like it did in his own bed.
What had happened? Had someone found him knocked out and decided to move him to their place instead of his own bedroom?
Turning his head to the left in order to inspect his surroundings further he became acutely aware that he wasn’t alone in the room. Or in the bed as a matter of fact.
Fuck. Fuckity Fuck.
This couldn’t be good. At all.
With his heart beating almost in his throat, he raised himself up onto his elbows to take a better look at the person sharing his bed.
It was a guy, who was thankfully fast asleep. A hot guy fast asleep. Not that Jensen considered himself gay or anything. He just liked looking at hot guys and he really couldn’t get enough of this sleeping beauty. Raking his gaze over the guy’s sculpted chest, narrow waist, and handsome face, he was struck with the desire to see the guy awake, see that body in motion and see that face animated.
He sat up fast. There he was, not knowing where on earth he was and he's perving over some poor guy. He had to find a phone, get his bearings.
Rising from the bed he realized that he was naked. Quickly he blocked out the thought that he’d been lying naked in a bed with another man. Now wasn’t the time. There were some clothes on a chair and he pulled on a pair of faded Levi's and some fancy designer t-shirt that probably cost his week's salary.
Looking into a large mirror hanging on the wall he surveyed himself: still Jensen Ackles for the most part, but that was a new haircut he had going on there. His hair hadn’t been this short in ages. His forearms looked rather buff, like he’d been doing a spot of lifting, which was something he’d never done in his life.
What the hell had happen? Had he suffered memory loss or something?
Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, he inspected his surroundings for any bit of familiarity. Not that he could hope for much as he walked down a long hallway. He didn’t dare to open any locked doors in case there were more people there. The sleeping guy freaked him out enough as it were. Weren’t there any goddamn telephones anywhere in this house?
Instead he found some sort of a den or a TV lounge, sporting a huge, honking plasma screen, hooked up to at least two kinds of game computers, not to mention all kinds of other equipment hooked up with it. He couldn’t help but salivate a bit, seeing how he could hardly even afford cable.
Nestled between the biggest lazy boy chairs he’d ever seen was a coffee table, strewn with remotes, game controls, candy wrappers and magazines. He started rummaging around, hoping he might unearth a cell phone underneath all the mess.
Pulling aside a magazine, he looked at the cover and right at his own face, though granted, with a strange look upon it he was certain he never had. There was someone else on the cover and it had to be the sleeping beauty. Blazoned over their picture was the caption; “Jensen & Jared.” So the sleeping beauty had a name. But why did a magazine have them on the cover? And he’d never seen the title before: “Supernatural.” Oh god, please don’t be one of these UFO sighting magazines that Lindberg, my roommate from college, used to read. It was enough to wake up next to a strange guy and not knowing where he was. Extra freakiness was really not required.
He leafed through the magazine and even though he was only able to comprehend a sentence here and there, it appeared that he and that Jared kid were stars of some TV show.
He, Jensen Ross Ackles, an actor? He who had spent most of his life being so shy that the mere thought of standing in front of people, doing whatever, made him break out in hives?
Soon enough he’d abandoned the magazine to continue his search for a phone. His search let him downstairs to a huge kitchen - that thing could fit in a restaurant. And there he finally found what he’d been looking for. There were couple of cell phones on the kitchen table; one of them was being charged so he grabbed the other one. It looked sleek and expensive and he panicked. With fumbling fingers he tried to remember his parents’ number but only got the message that the number he was calling had been disconnected. He tried his best to remember any phone numbers at all, but all he remembered was the number of some home shopping channel that sold flexible chopping boards that came with a free set of ginsu knives.
Poking harder at the phone he tried for its list of contacts, hoping against hope that it might contain the number of the local police or some other authority that could shed a light on his predicament. He rolled through what seemed an endless list of names until he came to a halt in the “Js”. There was a Jared listed there, wouldn’t do much good to call sleeping beauty upstairs. But then there was a Josh listed.
Please let it be my brother.
“Yes?” The voice in the phone sounded grumpy but it sure sounded like his brother.
“It’s Jensen. Something really weird has happened. I don’t know where the hell I am.”
“And you decided to make a call to me? Me who is in Dallas?”
“Uh, yeah. Why not?” What, I’m not in Dallas? Where the hell am I?
“Are you drunk or high or something? Last time I knew, yesterday in fact, you were in Vancouver. You know Vancouver? In Canada where you live now and your job is and all?”
Vancouver?!? Oh, the fucking fuck.
“So my job … in Vancouver. How long exactly have I been here?”
“What shit have you been taking? Have you lost your mind, kid?”
“No, no, it’s just … don’t mind, Josh. I’ll figure something out. Hear from you later.” He pushed the red button on the cell to end the call.
How on earth had he gone from being a normal Texan guy with a boring desk job to an actor in a TV show shot in Vancouver? And make that an actor who seemingly slept with his male co-star. Had his memory been wiped clean?
Putting down the cell phone he noticed the date on the screen; 7th of September 2008.
That was today. The day he’d gone to church and then returned home only to have a garage door knock him out.
He felt dizzy - he was probably the only one who was in on what was happening here and as he saw it, he had to deal if he didn’t want to be shipped off to an institution to be locked in a padded cell.
So, Jensen Ackles, the TV star? The mere thought of acting made him sick to his stomach but if he was going to suck it up, being shy wasn’t an option.
Maybe he should check out the TV lounge again, there might be examples of his supposed work there.
There were shelves full of DVDs and even a few VHS tapes in the TV lounge. Jensen thought it was best to start with the show that he was supposed to be doing at the moment.
He grabbed one of the Supernatural DVDs at random and put it into what he believed was the DVD player. Soon enough the menu came up on the screen with a picture of what appeared to be himself and the sleeping beauty, both with narrowed eyes. Dear god, am I pouting?
Selecting the episode option he saw immediately that he had to watch the episode titled “The Magnificent Seven.” He loved the film. Maybe this was some kind of a cowboy thing, he’d love that.
Unfortunately the episode didn’t begin with him riding on his horse but some poor guy putting out his trash when he got jumped by a scary storm cloud.
Soon he showed up on the screen in a white tank top, sexing up some girl, and then he was driving this huge old black car, Chevy or something. Damn, his character appeared to be a cocky bastard, but he had a gun which was cool, despite him then getting his ass kicked by that bald black guy.
Then he kind of forgot he was watching himself, especially since his onscreen character was so vastly different from himself, and got engrossed in what he was watching.
“I think the only reason you watch this episode again and again is that you love how Sam looks at Dean.”
Jensen sat up straight in the lazy boy he’d been occupying. Sleeping Beauty was up.
“Yeah?” He said and tried to act as nonchalant as he possibly could.
“Shot a week before our first hook-up? Don’t pretend you don’t remember. Even if you went around for months pretending it didn’t happen.” Jared had obviously rolled out of bed as he was, completely naked, and now he was leaning over Jensen, with a look on his face that had to be described as leering. His face was only inches away from Jensen’s, his tongue darting over his lips, making them shiny and wet.
He was absolutely mesmerized by Jared’s darting tongue. Every muscle in his body was completely frozen still, even as Jared’s lips touched his.
Jensen’s mind was, however, not still. Oh lord, I’m kissing a guy. I’m kissing a ridiculously hot guy who believes he’s kissing his long-time boyfriend or something.
At the same time he was in the thrall of sheer panic, he was also experiencing something he could only define as lust. Especially as Jared was pulling him up from the chair and pressing his body, his naked body, flush against him.
“Take it back to the bedroom, please? We can’t go replacing the chair every other month, can we?” Jensen felt Jared’s hot breath against his ear. For a fleeting moment he wondered what the hell they’d done to the chairs before but then Jared gripped his forearm tightly, tugging him, leading him back down the corridor to the bedroom.
Like a lamb to the slaughter.
He couldn’t deny the fact that he’s aroused, his dick half-hard, rubbing against the fabric of the jeans he was wearing and his lips all tingly after being kissed by Jared. No more than he could deny the fact that he’s absolutely terrified. There was the small problem of him never having been with a guy before; in fact it's been a while since he’s been with anyone, period. Perhaps this would just be a question of him lying there, thinking of Texas. He swallowed; that Jared guy was big in every way, that much he’d noticed when their bodies had been pressed together.
That hallway which appeared so long really wasn’t that long. All too soon, in Jensen’s estimation, they’d reached the bedroom. Few feet in and Jensen froze: he could just as well have turned into a pillar of salt like Lot’s wife.
“Jensen, what’s this about? I thought we were going to have sex, not a pose-off.”
Jared had turned to him, in his naked glory, obviously quite ready to get to the sex right away. It was a sight to behold, even if you were a terrified guy who had just been coming from church two hours ago, and due to a run-in with a garage door had magically been transported thousands of miles into an alternate universe.
He had once heard that life came down to a few decisions, but why did he have to make one of them now? If he was stuck like this forever it would be a pretty bad idea to panic and run away from his lover and co-worker - but it wasn’t often that his virgin ass was on the line.
OK, it’s not like I haven’t fantasized about other guys but those were fantasies. I thought the closest I’d ever come to being with a guy would jerking off over a picture spread in Men’s Health.
“You are driving me crazy.” Obviously tired of waiting, Jared stalked over to him and demonstrated the fact that he was a huge, muscled man, and despite Jensen never having thought himself a pixie, he was swept up - or more like swept off his feet. He wouldn’t have believed it but it was strangely comforting to be held like that, and he almost forgot he was in fact scared out of his wits. In one smooth motion, Jared had them both lying on the bed, turning himself to face Jensen who was lying on his back.
There was something in Jared’s eyes that made Jensen warm deep down in his belly, slowly quenching his terror: at least the terror of possibly having the rather impressive dick of another man up his ass.
What remained was the question of what exactly he was supposed to do. Why the hell was I always too scared to download gay porn? At least I’d have some idea.
Oblivious to what was going on with Jensen, Jared was deftly buttoning down the fly on the jeans with one hand while using the other to push up the t-shirt and pull it off him.
He felt exposed, like a scaly reptile turned over to reveal a soft underside, feeling one of Jared’s big hands on his belly while he was busying himself with the other, pushing down the jeans around Jensen’s hips. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried his best to forget the fact of how close various parts of Jared were to his cock. His body, however, had no intention of forgetting that particular fact and like a heat-seeking missile, he’d twisted himself so he was flush against Jared who had pulled himself up and was sucking hard on Jensen’s tongue.
The thoughts in his mind were an absolute jumble. There was his body, responding to all those little delicious things Jared was doing to him; to another guy touching him, kissing him. He was about to have sex with another man. Another man who happened to be a living, breathing Adonis.
“Jen, want you so much.” Jared’s breathy words shot straight to his groin and his previously half-hard dick was now standing at full mast.
God, I’m pathetic. Someone only needs to tell me they want me and suddenly I’m all eager and keen and ready to spread for them.
Jared had embraced him and was kissing him again with his obscenely talented mouth. It was nice, but it was also strange change to be kissed. Every girl he’d ever kissed had expected him to do all the work, and frankly it was usually boring to kiss unmoving, slack lips. This was aggressive, Jared’s demanding lips had him responding the same way.
Though Jensen would have happily disappeared into a world that consisted only of their mouths, he was aware, all too aware, of lying very naked against another naked body. He could feel Jared’s hardness pushing into his hip, and he felt his own dick slide against Jared’s belly, feeling how it was already oozing pre-come.
As a matter of fact, he was aching for some friction, someone to touch him, and if his fingers weren't currently all tangled up in the ridiculously soft mop of hair on Jared’s head, he’d be doing the honors himself. Twisting slightly, he aimed for another angle to Jared’s body, something that would give him the much needed friction.
As luck would have it, someone appeared to read minds. Jared freed the arm that had been lodged under Jensen and had his cock in his hand; his giant, calloused hand. And Jensen couldn’t help but arch into the touch, so different from his own hands, which almost seemed dainty in comparison. Then Jared started to jerk him off in earnest, smoothing the pad of his thumb over the head, smearing the pre-come and moving his hand up and down the shaft, keeping the pressure just right. Jesus in heaven, either all guys like to have their dicks touched in exactly the same way or this is the thousandth time or something he is doing this.
Jensen couldn’t help but find it incredibly hot. Someone like Jared, someone who probably could get anyone to bed him, had wanted to be with him - well, someone who looked exactly like him.
All too soon he felt the familiar pressure of oncoming climax and he almost groaned in frustration. He wanted more of Jared’s hand on him, touching him so expertly. His breathing was coming in huffs and the occasional gasps.
As Jared moved his hand away, almost at the last moment, Jensen couldn’t help but groan at the loss of touch. The next thing he knew, Jared’s hands were on his hips, pulling him higher in the bed and oh godgod fuckfuck his cock was disappearing between Jared’s lips and into the wet heat of his mouth. Jensen had been pulled high enough to see exactly what was happening. It had to be the single most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed; to see his dick disappear into that gorgeous mouth - a mouth that contained the most incredible tongue in the world, Jared’s tongue, which was currently dipping into the slit on the crown on his dick. Perhaps it was a cliché of the highest degree but Jensen could swear that new vistas were opening up to him. He’d had blowjobs before but they hadn’t been anything to write home about; the girls involved had merely slobbered all over him. None of them had come close to looking like a wanton sex god, like Jared looked now, his cheeks hollowing with the effort of blowing him.
Jared was looking at him, his hazel eyes smoldering, as he moved to cup his balls, his touch a new feeling he felt almost burn up his spine. He was going to die a sweet death right there and then. This would be a much nicer way to die than to have my head split open by a garage door.
The torture wasn’t over: Jared with his magic fingers had more tricks in his arsenal. Momentarily he slipped Jensen’s dick out of his mouth and reached with his long arms to the nightstand, grabbing something from there, a bottle of some kind that he opened with his teeth before sucking Jensen’s cock back into his mouth. Clear liquid came pouring out of the bottle and Jared seemed careful to coat his fingers while still working his tongue up and down the underside of Jensen’s dick. It slowly dawned on Jensen’s lust-addled brain what exactly was in the bottle and now all over Jared’s long fingers. A bit slow on the uptake there, Jensen.
He tried his utmost to concentrate on how wonderful Jared’s mouth felt on his dick and not think about what he was going to do with his lubed up fingers but Jensen failed. As the slick fingers touched him, he flinched.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I think we must have finished the self-heating lube.”
Yeah, because the coolness is the problem.
With great determination, because the last thing he wanted was to appear like the scared ass virgin he was, he willed the muscles in his thighs to relax and forced his legs to fall open. Clearly that amounted to an invitation for Jared to push one long finger into his anus. The ring of muscle strained tight and Jensen wasn’t sure how one could relax those particular muscles consciously. Inhaling deeply and exhaling, he tried his best to unclench his fists, soften his stomach muscles and simply allow himself to sink into the mattress underneath him.
Maybe it was only a matter of seconds, or maybe it was a matter of eons but he felt himself loosen up; he’d stopped trying to squeeze Jared’s finger apart and obviously that was enough for another finger to be added.
Lifting his head, Jared let Jensen’s cock slip out of his mouth, almost making Jensen whine at the loss.
“Shit, you’re tight, man. Did I dream fucking you last night? Almost like a virgin.” Jared’s voice was growly and made Jensen absolutely light-headed as the little blood there had been in his head rushed downwards.
Having Jared’s fingers inside him felt weird, though it wasn’t exactly painful. The dull ache he felt as the muscles slowly gave way seemed to be waking up nerve-endings he didn’t know he had. All he was conscious of were those new sensations, the rest of his body was as good as forgotten to him.
The loss of Jared’s fingers was sudden and the lingering feeling of emptiness would have had him almost screaming in frustration if Jared hadn’t started crawling up his body like a big, hulking predator. Maybe he should have become scared again but his body had taken control, screaming to be filled. He swallowed just as Jared’s face hovered over his, the eyes obviously burning with lust. Without being sure he had the right, he begged.
“Please.”
A smile played upon Jared’s lips, a smile unlike any other Jensen had ever witnessed. If he hadn’t been lying on his back, pinned down by a large, male body, that smile would have caused him to walk more upright, with a certain spring in his step. That gorgeous man wanted to fuck him. It was awesome.
Jared’s smile hadn’t been an empty promise. With one hand he managed to slick himself up, holding the lube bottle between his teeth, while still being braced over Jensen. The image of Jared’s teeth around the bottle, the liquid leaking over his hand was still etched upon Jensen’s vision when he felt his legs being pushed up and apart. It was like his brain was lagging: he could feel what was happening to him but it wasn’t connecting completely.
He was aware of Jared’s broad shoulders pushing into the back of his knees, his feet dangling on each side of Jared’s head and a pillow being stuffed under his behind but the haze of his mind was still consuming him.
Then it happened and the haze cleared up like a Texan sky after a rainy morning. Jared was pushing into him and his whole world became that burn in his muscles as Jared pushed further in. There were sounds coming out of his mouth, originating somewhere deep within him, guttural. He was unaware of them, all he felt was that burning stretch, a painful burn and still somehow carrying the promise of pleasure.
“So tight, Jen. So fucking tight.” Jared’s voice sound almost strangled. “Feels so good.”
Then he was full and nothing else mattered.
Until Jared pulled back and he was suddenly feeling so empty. A feeling that lasted for a few heartbeats until Jared slammed back into him, crushing all the air out of his lungs along the way.
The world was contained in that rhythm of pull and slam, of full and empty, of burning pain, of pleasure that felt like almost like pins and needles. He had no fucking clue what his name was or where he was. It was all fucking and Jared.
And then Jared’s big hand on his cock and his hoarse whispering; “Come for me, I want to see you come ‘cause you’re fucking beautiful when you come.”
Jared tugged at his dick with a twist, thumbing the head and Jensen had no idea whether he’d been hard at all before, all he knew that he was rock-hard now.
The onslaught of sensations had him tipped at the brink. The rhythm and the burning pleasurepain of Jared thrusting into him and the way he was stroking his dick, making the sensitive nerve endings practically scream. His body grew taut, his legs almost lifting Jared off him and then he screamed as he came.
As the concept of time and space was quite lost on him, he had no idea whether his orgasm had lasted a fraction of second or some period of time that could only be described using a timeline. All he knew was that suddenly Jared was having an orgasm as well. Because of him. Jared’s face was all scrunched up and he was groaning - a deep animalistic growl. All because of him.
Instinctively he’d moved his legs down from Jared’s shoulders. For a couple of seconds, with Jared half-crushing him, thoughts of extreme awkwardness appeared within his regained consciousness. Is this the part where we cuddle or don’t two guys do that?
His frame of reference was certainly lacking - his fumbling encounters with the few girls he’d slept with had been exactly that: fumbling, where couple of the girls had been some sort of human octopuses, one had kicked him out of her bed (seriously, he had a bruise on his ass for a week) and then there had been those times where they had just lain next to each other afterwards, feeling like the whole world was seeing them naked.
Jared clearly wasn’t feeling like he was being laid bare in plain sight. A content smile played on his lips as he pulled Jensen to him and rolled them over. Two guys could apparently cuddle and it felt nice and Jared’s sturdy arms didn’t feel at all like octopus tentacles. It felt like bliss, true blue post-coital bliss. Lying on Jared’s chest, with his cheek right above where his heart was, Jensen could feel the heartbeat drop to a slower tempo.
“That was so intense.” He felt the vibration from Jared’s voice and wanted to respond, but his ability to speak was a little lost, so all he could do was nod.
“It’s like I just met a new part of you, Jen. I’ve never met the shy, fresh-faced Texas boy in bed.”
Jensen didn’t dare look up at Jared. Jesus, was the man a mind-reader on top of the whole sex god thing? Yeah, you just met the freaking shy, fresh-faced, ASS VIRGIN Texas boy in bed ‘cause you just had a different Jensen who was all that.
Despite feeling a bit agitated, the cuddling felt nice, really nice. He didn’t want to say it was like being home but it felt familiar and he could even imagine being totally at ease with it.
Pretty sure his sense of time was all shot to hell, Jensen allowed his mind to drift. He could possibly find it within himself to panic a little more; they weren’t going to spend all eternity in this bed. His mind refused, however, maybe in a fit of self-preservation, to extend itself outside of the house. Unknowingly he pressed his right palm to Jared’s chest.
“Jen, anything wrong?”
“Uh, no. Just … want to be like this forever.”
“Yeah, if only that would pay the bills. Seriously, though what’s the time?”
Jared pulled himself up and reached for the alarm on the night stand.
“Oh, shit. Cliff will be here in like five with the dogs. I promised that I wouldn’t be totally zoned out.” Jared scrambled off the bed and Jensen tumbled sideways.
“Oh man, I don’t have time to take a shower.” Jared seemed to be frantically babbling as he tore apart piles of clothing in search of something. “Jen, you can hit the shower and maybe I can sneak to take one later. Can’t go reeking of sex all day.”
Jared disappeared out of the bedroom just as the sound of a door being shut resonated through the house, followed by rampageous barking.
Deciding to take Jared up on his advice Jensen made his way to the bathroom. He wasn’t entirely sure if people could reek of sex as such but he was sweaty and sticky and feeling unbelievably weird.
Stepping into the enormous shower, he wondered exactly how much more money he would have to earn to have be able to install such a thing at his house. Maybe he would never have to worry about that anymore - not if he’d now magically turned into Jensen Ackles, the TV star. No almost run-down house with a mortgage, no office slave job, no long-standing sense of overwhelming failure.
Except he seemed to have arrived somewhere in the middle of this supposedly fabulous life and it was exactly like turning on the TV and landing in the middle of a movie or a show and not having a clue what was going on. Still, the task at hand was to have a shower and he was going tackle that before anything else.
The water cascaded over him in a way that made him think that this had to be the best shower in the world. No following around a trickle of lukewarm water, this was rather like a freaking waterfall. This he might get used to. Other stuff might follow later.
As he started to wash himself with some shower gel he found there, he made a startling realization. Shit, I’m shaved … like completely shaved. I so didn’t notice earlier. He’d always thought that only dudes in boybands and maybe Olympic swimmers shaved every inch of body hair but apparently TV stars with hot boyfriends did that as well. His happy trail and all of his pubic hair had vanished. Touching his balls, he gasped when he felt the smooth softness. How could he have not noticed, even despite an incredible blowjob and then some mindblowing ass fucking? Thinking of ass. Running his hand down his backside, he definitely felt just how tender and sore he was. There was no chance he was going to be able to sit properly for the next few days but that was probably the universe’s way of keeping the balance. That kind of awesome sex had to come at a price.
The awesome sex had also made him hungry so he didn’t linger too long in the shower. TV stars had to eat as well. After drying off and finding clothes, he ventured to find the kitchen again.
Jared was in the kitchen, talking to some huge guy. The huge guy also seemed to have brought food because there was take-away coffee on the kitchen counter and paper bags that seemed to stem from a bakery. Jensen’s mouth watered and he made a beeline for the baked goods. Just as he reached for a bag that looked like it contained chocolate éclairs, Jared shouted something out. He couldn’t really hear what it was, because suddenly his world was full of dog, a big, slobbering dog that seemed intent on licking him to death. The dog jumped up and the surprise unbalanced Jensen, tipping him backwards with no chance to brace himself against the fall. His head fell backwards onto the tiled floor and he felt the impact vibrate pain throughout his skull before everything turned black.
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