"Did you buy every single thing you could find that said Over the Hill?" Jensen asks, folding his arms over his chest.
"Aww, honey, don't be bitter," says Jared, wrapping his arms around Jensen's waist and resting his chin on Jensen's shoulder. "I still love you even now that you're gross and old."
"I'm fifty!" says Jensen. "And you're forty-five, that's not exactly a spring chicken."
"See, that's how I know you're old," says Jared. "No one says spring chicken."
"I hate everything about you."
"What about my dick?"
Jensen considers this. "I hate all but one thing about you."
"Much better," says Jared. He kisses behind Jensen's ear. "Would it make you feel better if I told you the cake was shaped like a tombstone?"
"No," Jensen says. "That doesn't help at all, actually. You're an asshole."
"How about if I remind you that you get to fuck me after?"
"Yeah, there we go. There's the comfort I was looking for."
"Aww, honey, don't be bitter," says Jared, wrapping his arms around Jensen's waist and resting his chin on Jensen's shoulder. "I still love you even now that you're gross and old."
"I'm fifty!" says Jensen. "And you're forty-five, that's not exactly a spring chicken."
"See, that's how I know you're old," says Jared. "No one says spring chicken."
"I hate everything about you."
"What about my dick?"
Jensen considers this. "I hate all but one thing about you."
"Much better," says Jared. He kisses behind Jensen's ear. "Would it make you feel better if I told you the cake was shaped like a tombstone?"
"No," Jensen says. "That doesn't help at all, actually. You're an asshole."
"How about if I remind you that you get to fuck me after?"
"Yeah, there we go. There's the comfort I was looking for."
Jared laughs. "Happy birthday. Gramps."
Jensen thwaps him.
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Thank you, and happy new year! :)
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