Suburban Cape Cod Blues (Epilogue, Soundtrack & Notes)
Master Post
Part 3
Jared’s practically vibrating by the time he gets done with the last of his student meetings. He’s not sure how he concentrated on term papers at all, knowing Jensen is waiting for him.
There’s a second where his stomach drops while he's standing at his own door. Maybe he made it up and Jensen didn’t really come back. He shakes his head, knowing he’s being ridiculous, then opens the door.
Jensen is there, sitting on the couch, back straight and shoulders tense. He looks at Jared with wide eyes like he thinks it’s possible Jared changed his mind or something. Jensen doesn’t seem to realize how gone for him Jared really is.
Jared crosses the room in two giant strides, pulls Jensen up, and kisses him. “Hi,” he says, knowing he’s grinning like an idiot.
“Hi,” Jensen answers. “How was-”
Jared cuts him off with a kiss. “Bed now, talk later,” he says, tugging their hips together.
Jensen whimpers slightly and nods, allowing Jared to pull him toward the stairs.
In the bedroom, they lose their shirts quickly and come back together. Jared revels in the feeling of skin on skin, letting his hands roam freely over Jensen’s back, wanting to take his time even as he feels himself getting uncomfortably hard in his pants.
Jensen pushes him backwards gently until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees between Jared’s spread thighs. He rubs his cheek almost reverently against Jared’s cock. It’s barely a tease through two layers of fabric, and Jared bites his lip to stifle a moan.
Jensen gets him out of his pants, and Jared shudders at the cool air on his overheated cock. He places a kiss on the head, then swallows Jared down. Jared can’t help but buck up into the tight, wet heat. Jensen takes him like it’s nothing, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking hard. He twists his hand around the base of Jared’s shaft, driving him crazy.
Jared feels his orgasm rush him like a freight train. “Jensen,” he gasps out. It’s all the warning he manages before he’s coming, but Jensen just hums around his dick, swallowing him down. He strokes Jared through the aftershocks and licks him clean.
Jared just breathes for a minute, coming down, before he realizes that Jensen is still kneeling in front of him, his cock straining visibly against his jeans. He pulls Jensen off the floor, kissing him hard and messy as they tumble back against the bed.
He gets a hand between them and fumbles with Jensen’s fly until he has Jensen’s cock in his hand. It’s red and leaking precome. Jared jerks him hard and fast, his thumb catching under the head and sliding across the slit. Jensen’s head is thrown back, and he’s breathing in little whining pants. It only takes a few pulls before he’s coming, hot and messy across Jared’s hand.
It’s a few minutes before they both come back to their surroundings enough to realize they’re tangled together on top of the bedspread and still have their pants on. They get rid of the rest of their clothes and crawl in under the covers.
“I’m sorry,” Jensen mumbles against Jared’s chest sometime later.
Jared brushes a thumb across his temple. “Hey, we did that part,” he says.
Jensen shrugs, shifting in Jared’s arms. “I know. I just-”
“I love you,” Jared says, kissing him.
Jensen sighs. “I’m trying to grovel here.”
“I know,” Jared tells him. “Stop it. You already did plenty, and everybody’s allowed to fuck up really spectacularly at least once.”
Jensen laughs softly. “Okay, fine. You win.”
They make out lazily for a while, and Jared’s cock is just starting to stir again when his cell phone rings. He pulls away from Jensen’s mouth with a frustrated groan. He wants to ignore it, but it’s probably Chad-again-making sure he hasn’t drowned himself in the bathtub. If he doesn’t pick up, Chad will probably show up at the door, and nobody wants that right now.
He rolls out of bed and rummages through his jeans pockets until he finds his phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey there, Mopey! How was your day?”
“Awesome, Chad. How was yours?” He slides back into bed and curls against Jensen as he talks.
“Also awesome. What a coincidence! So listen, I just wanted to make sure you remember about bowling tomorrow.”
“Oh. Um, actually-” Jared starts.
“No, no, no!” Chad exclaims. “No skipping out on bowling night. You need to get out and live life. You’re young, hot, and single. No excuses!”
“Actually, I’m not.”
“Jared, don’t go having a self-esteem crisis on me now, okay?”
Jared laughs. “Not that. I’m not single.”
Chad makes a few amusing vowel sounds before he finds his voice. “Since when?”
“This afternoon.”
“Oh, Jay Man. Please tell me you’re not fucking one of your students.”
“Chad! Of course not!”
“Well, then, who?”
“Jensen.”
There’s silence on the line for a long moment. “Ackles?” Chad asks.
“Do we know any other Jensens?” Jared says, rolling his eyes.
“Let me talk to him.”
“What? No.”
“Let me talk to him, or I’m coming over.”
“Fine,” Jared huffs, handing over the phone.
“Hello?” Jensen says.
Jared can’t hear what Chad is saying, but he’s pretty sure he’s going to kill him for whatever it is later because Jensen goes noticeably pale.
“Understood,” he says, hitting the end button before handing the phone back to Jared.
“What did he say to you?” Jared asks.
“We are cordially invited to join him and Misha for a double bowling date tomorrow.”
“That’s it?”
Jensen shakes his head. “Also, he’ll carve my intestines out with a rusty spoon if I ever hurt you again.”
Jared’s shoulders slump. “Sorry. I’ll talk to him.”
“It’s okay,” Jensen says. “He just cares about you. You’re lucky to have a friend like him.”
Jared nods. “Yeah, I am.” A thought strikes him. “Speaking of. Have you talked to Chris lately?”
Jensen’s face tightens. “Not since he got fed up with me and stormed out of my house.”
“You should call him.”
Jensen nods. “Yeah, I will.”
“No, like, right now.”
“Now?”
“Yeah. Call him.”
Jensen takes the phone Jared is bumping against his shoulder and dials. As it’s ringing, he puts it on speaker. “You’ll just make me tell you after, anyway,” he says.
Jared grins. Jensen is right.
“Jared?” Chris says when he picks up, sounding confused.
“It’s me,” Jensen says.
“Jensen? What are you doing on Jared’s-oh. You finally got your head out of your ass, then?”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate the support.”
“Anytime, baby doll,” Chris says.
Jensen relaxes notably at the endearment. “So, we’re-” he starts to ask.
“Cool, Jen. Forget it.”
“Thanks. Um. I’m gonna go.”
“All right. Go do dirty things I never want to hear about.”
“Bye, Chris.”
Jensen hands the phone back to Jared, and Jared turns it off. As the quiet of the room spreads out around them, Jensen tucks his head against Jared’s shoulder. His hair brushes against Jared’s neck.
After a few minutes, Jared rolls over and presses Jensen back against the mattress, kissing him thoroughly. Jensen arches up under him. Their cocks brush together, making Jared hiss with pleasure.
He opens Jensen up, slow and leisurely, and when he finally slides in, it’s easy. They fuck like they have all night, which they do, and Jared marvels at being here. He’s so fucking happy to have Jensen back, and it had better be for good. He doesn’t think he could take living through that again.
After, when darkness has settled on the room and they’re spooned together, Jared asks, “You’re really here to stay, right?”
Jensen twists his head around to catch Jared’s eye. “I promise.”
“I know I said it was all good, I just-”
“I know,” Jensen says. “Tell you what. Why don’t you read next week’s People and then tell me what you think?”
“Why would I-” Jared stops and stares. “Are you serious?”
Jensen nods. “All for you, Jay.”
Jared’s heart feels like it’s going to burst right out of his chest. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Jensen shakes his head. “I don’t know. You must have been an axe murderer in a previous life or something.”
“I’m sure that’s it,” Jared says. “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Jensen answers.
As they drift down into sleep, Jared feels like everything is finally exactly the way it’s supposed to be.
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Wow, I kind of can't believe posting day is finally here! Even though, of course, I was racing to the finish. I've been living with this story for a long time. Back in January I looked up one day and realized, OMG! Big Bang sign ups will be opening in less than a month! What do I write?! Find a plot! The first thing that came to me was "What if Jared was an English professor?" Because I'm a big dork and I like school. In fact, as I write this, I'm sitting in my second week of graduate courses for my MA in English. (I know, I'm soooo dedicated :-P) I had a lot of thoughts about Professor!Jared, but Jensen remained elusive. Once he was there, though, he kind of took over. This story is really very different from the story I originally conceived about life in small town Massachusetts. That boy just has so many issues. *pets him* I just love it when my characters take over.
Speaking of characters, I created "my" Misha before "real" Misha (WHO IS A TULPA OMG) had ever made a con appearance or signed up for twitter. So, I know there's not much resemblance, but I worked with what I had at the time, as well as what I needed for my story.
Anyway, I don't want to ramble on and on, but for the record, I see this story as being about what it means to be gay. A lot of people have a lot of differing thoughts on that. What is the place of social activism-for groups and individuals? What is the gay community? Does that even exist? Is there a right way to be gay? These are things I think about a lot and I just wanted to play with it. I mean, clearly this is a sappy, gushy story about two boys who fall in love, but those are some of the things I was thinking about while writing.
Also, I want to admit right here, I have never been to Massachusetts. I have taken INCREDIBLE liberties with the realities of that state. Lowell University does not exist. The town (which, no, I never named) also does not exist. I envision it being about an hour directly west of Cape Cod. There is an actual town of Lowell further north. That is not my town. I did, however, imagine that students and teachers at "LU" frequently have to clarify. "No, we're the University of Lowell, not the University of Massachusetts at Lowell. My fictitious university was established with a very generous fictitious gift from Francis Cabot Lowell, textile magnate. The Sandy Neck Light and the town of Barnstable do exist, however, the lighthouse is privately owned and not open to the public. So, for anybody from Massachusetts reading this story, you have my sincerest apologies.
Okay! This is the part where I prostrate myself in gratitude to all the people without whom I would never have reached posting day with a final draft.
Another round of thanks to my beta, waterofthemoon. I can't even QUANTIFY IN MERE WORDS how awesome she is. Seriously, you guys, you did not want to see this story before she got a hold of it. She did ROCKSTAR work dealing with my truly tragic comma usage. IDEK. And apparently my brain developed a fatal fault about punctuating dialogue. She fixed it all. THANK YOU BB! ILU!
MY ARTISTS! OMG TWO AWESOME ARTISTS?! YES! Please check out Raven and Kat's art posts. They both have more awesome stuff than what I've included here. They've put in so much work and it's all BEAUTIFUL.
CHAT. YOU GUYS. SERIOUSLY, YOU GUYS. I kid you not. This story would not even EXIST without my girls on MSN. SUPER DELUXE GOLD STARS. clex_monkie89 did word wars OVER AND OVER without which I would never have buckled down and made words. My wonderful BFF celtic_cookie BB, I can't even. The extensive conversations on tiny points of content. <3333. gigglingkat, dea_liberty, _mournthewicked, seventhpage, unperfectwolf, brynviridian. ILU GUIS. You helped me, you kept me sane, you are generally made of win. And if, HORRORS, I actually forgot anyone in chat, PLEASE hit me over the head with a large, blunt object.
And finally, thanks AGAIN to gigglingkat (this is three, right?). This one is for thinking up my title. I can claim NO part of it as my own. She gave it to me whole and finished and I love it.
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On Its Way To You - Dean Fields
Let Me Fall - Bleu Edmonson
Kiss Me In the Dark - Randy Rogers Band
Sunrise - Norah Jones
Twilight - Mickey and the Motorcars
White Horse - Taylor Swift
After All - Cross Canadian Ragweed
Record Exec - Cross Canadian Ragweed
Radio Waves - Eli Young Band
Stick Around - Reckless Kelly
Bonus Track: Subterranean Homesick Blues - Bob Dylan
The song Jensen and Chris rip off while very drunk. Also, the inspiration for my title (Thanks, gigglingkat). And Dylan is always brilliant, so.
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