Fic: A thousand dollars for a kiss: Chapter Five

[zara_zee]

The next few weeks were idyllic. Well, as idyllic as they got when you were working in a drop-in center for the homeless and spent your time dealing with drug addicts, people with mental health problems and child prostitutes. Still, Jared loved his job, loved that he got to really help people; to help them to make their lives better, even if only for a brief instant.


Things with Jensen were great.  He was sticking to his regulars and not spending any time at all on the beat, which meant that he had plenty of time to spend with Jared. Since that first time he’d spent the night, Jensen had slept over a dozen times, but although they’d been very far from monks, they still hadn’t had full-on sex yet. And Jeff and Sam had been really cool. Jared had sort of anticipated some kind of rebuke, the morning after that first night; despite their best efforts, they hadn’t been entirely quiet and Jared had expected…something; a lecture, a knowing look, a teasing remark.

Of course, Jensen had kind of forestalled any of that by coming out of the bedroom, whistling happily and taking his place at the kitchen table with a grin. “Don’t worry, Mom and Dad,” he said, “your boy’s still a virgin and yes, we were safe. Sorry if I got a little loud. I ain’t used to having an audience that doesn’t want to be played to.”

Jeff stuck his hand out across the table. “Hi,” he said, “Jeff Morgan. Not a hypocrite. You’re both consenting adults. What you get up to in the privacy of a bedroom you’ve chosen to share is none of my business.”

Jared grinned remembering it. It had been a turning point of sorts in Jensen’s relationship with Jeff and Sam; unsurprising, perhaps given how much Jensen hated people who didn’t practice what they preached. Since then, Jeff had encouraged Jensen to increase the amount of time he spent volunteering at the drop-in center and had also persuaded him that a leadership position would look even better on his college applications than just simply volunteering. So now, Jensen was mentoring a group of young prostitutes, encouraging them to practice safe sex with clients, to manage their money and to plan for the future. The kids knew Jensen from the beat and when they were sure that he hadn’t turned, that he understood their reality and wasn’t going to give them phony, hypocritical lectures, they listened to him with respect. It probably didn’t hurt that he had a lot of practical advice to give, some of which Jeff really wished he wouldn’t share, but Jensen was unrepentant.

“You think any of us’d be out here doing this if things back home weren’t fucked to Hell and back?” he said, when Jeff tried to quietly dissuade him from giving out advice on how to hook a long-term client with deep pockets. “We all wish we were regular kids with regular families, with nothin’ more to worry about than makin’ the honor roll and who to take to Prom, but that ain’t our world; this is. And we gotta live it the best way we can. You think those kids’d be better off flipping burgers, living out their lives in the Projects in Watts? This is actually a way out, if they do it right, so fuck off with your moral outrage.”

Jensen had also become Felicia’s official NA sponsor, but he was leaning toward not mentioning that on any of his college applications.

Felicia was doing alright. She and Osric had started hanging out with the gang for movie and Playstation nights and the redhead had a giant crush on Gen. Gen wasn’t interested, but she thought it was cute.

Jared was slightly in awe of Felicia. She was a walking pop-culture encyclopedia, she was wicked smart and she whipped everyone’s butts repeatedly at Gran Turismo, Pro Skater and Diablo II.  Jared often found himself completely out of his depth with her, probably because of all the pop-culture references that littered her speech. Only last night she’d called him a friend of Dorothy and Jared honestly didn’t’ know anyone called Dorothy. She’d delighted in stringing him along too, telling him that she was a friend of Dorothy’s as well and giggling at his hang-dog expression and furrowed brow, until Jensen took pity on him and explained that the phrase was a slang expression for being gay.

They’d stayed at Jensen’s last night and Jared had thought long and hard about maybe going the whole way with his boyfriend-they’d made it official now-but it had been a late night, and they’d been drinking, and in the end they barely managed to exchange sloppy hand jobs before falling asleep.

Jared rolled onto his back, folded his arms above his head and grinned. Beside him, Jensen snored gently.

Jared lay still and quiet for just a moment longer and then he slipped out of bed and tiptoed out to the kitchen to put the coffee on.

His cup of sweet, creamy coffee made, Jared went and settled himself down on the sofa in the living room and switched on The Today Show.

“…attending tonight’s Texas Film Awards, in her first official public appearance since her split with husband, fellow actor Thomas Gibson Garcia. Monaghan, who has made no statement since the split except to say that her children are her priority, will be presenting the Rising Star Award, and rumor has it, she’ll be wearing a Pauline Trigere ‘40s-era vintage number, and if that doesn’t bring new suitors running, I don’t know what will. Back to you in the studio, Matt.”

Jared had been calling his mom regularly since he’d gotten his cell phone, so this wasn’t news to him, but he did wonder if she’d decided whether she’d be attending the After Party. Last time they spoke, she hadn’t made up her mind.

Jared crept quietly back into the bedroom and unplugged his cell phone from where it was charging, before creeping back out into the living room and calling his mom.

“Hey, Baby,” she said, when she picked up.

“They were just talking about the Awards on The Today Show, so I thought I’d see how you were feeling. Have you decided whether you’re going to the After Party?”

His mom had decided that she wasn’t going to go, which Jared thought was probably the right move. They made small talk for a while, his mom updating him on what the kids had been up to-they’d been researching possible schools they might like to attend and Raisa had started taking ballet lessons- and she told him about the planting they’d been doing in his grandmother’s garden. The talk then turned to the photography exhibition at the J Paul Getty Center, the opening of which Jared was going to that night with Jensen.

“How long’s it on for?” his mom asked, a teasing lilt in her voice. “I think I might have to come down and take a look.”

“Really?” Jared said nervously. “I, uh, why?”

His mom giggled. “I hear it’s an exhibition of male nudes.”

“Mom!” Jared could feel his face heating up.

“What?” his mom said innocently, “I’m not allowed to appreciate tasteful renditions of the male form, au naturel?”

“No,” said Jared. “Really…just…no. Not when one of the photographs is of my boyfriend. I know you want to see him, but that is way more of him than you need to see!”

They wound up the conversation and Jared was just thinking about pouring himself a second cup of coffee when there was a knock on the front door. He approached cautiously and peered through the peep hole. It was Felicia and Osric. Still, Jared left the safety chain on when he opened the door.

Felicia muscled Osric out of the way, held her hand out in that odd gesture that Jensen had explained was a Vulcan salute and said, “Wassup bitchez?”

Jared heard a snort behind him and turned to see Jensen, bare-foot, bare-chested and hair adorably sleep-tussled, coming to the door.

Jensen reached past him and unhooked the safety chain, opening the door wide. “You do know we’re not a diner, right?” he said.

Felicia’s eyes widened. “Guess that explains why I never have to tip here,” she said.

Chris was his usual grumpy self when he joined them in the kitchen, but Jared knew now that he was all bark and no bite when it came to Felicia and Osric. He had a real soft spot for the fourteen year old and had quietly put the word out that Kevin was under Eliot’s protection.

Jensen was making blueberry pancakes, using Aunt Jemima pancake mix and frozen blueberries. “They ain’t as good as the ones my mama used to make from scratch,” he said to Jared, his Texan accent poking through as it often did when he spoke of home, or was very tired. Or drunk. “But they ain’t bad.”

And Jared had to agree. Having smothered his serve with maple syrup, it was all Jared could do not to make pornographic noises while he ate.

Jensen was watching him with bright eyes and a slightly raised chin. “Good, huh?” he said, picking up his cigarettes and reaching for his lighter.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jared growled. “Not while we’re eating!”

Jensen glared, but he put the cigarettes down.

Another knock on the door had Jensen heading out of the kitchen with his cigarettes in hand.

Danni was on the doorstep with Gen and Misha, and Misha had his arms around both women.

Jensen’s mouth fell open. “Really?” he said. “I mean, I heard the rumors, but…really?”

Danni blushed slightly. “They were just rumors,” she said, “until last night.”

“Close your mouth dear,” Gen said, patting Jensen’s cheek, as she led the trio past him and into the living room. “Misha has a very flexible tongue and he really knows how to use it.”

Jensen continued gaping, but now he looked Misha up and down thoughtfully too.

“Sorry,” Misha said, a note of genuine regret in his voice. “I’m strictly opposite-sex oriented.”

“And besides,” said Jared, sliding up behind Jensen and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s middle, “he’s taken.”

“Ooh!” Gen cackled, “look at caveman Jared getting all possessive!”

Misha peered up at him. “Hello Jared. Have you grown again? I swear you’re taller every time I see you.”

“He’s gotten broader too,” Jensen said, leaning back against Jared. “And he’s been working out,” he reached up and squeezed one of Jared’s biceps.

“Don’t you look so smug,” Gen said. “Danni and I have a man with a talented and bendy tongue!”

Jared blushed. “And on that note, I think I’m gonna get going. I’ve gotta work a shift at the drop-in center this morning, but I’ll be back here about five o’clock to start getting ready for tonight.”

Jensen spun in his arms and planted a sloppy kiss on Jared’s lips. “Don’t forget to bring your tux,” he said. “I can’t wait to see you in it!”

Jared assured him that he wouldn’t. “Love you,” he said, moving out of Jensen’s arms.

“Ditto,” Jensen said. He gave Jared a wicked grin and then flipped a cigarette out of the pack and lit up.

--

A fist pounded on the bathroom door and Chris said, “Move your ass, Jay. I gotta get ready for work before the night gets any older.”

“Fuck you, Chris, it ain’t even six o’clock,” Jensen leaned closer to the mirror and continued to artfully tousle his hair.

“I will break this door down, son,” Chris growled.

Jensen sighed. He gave his hair one final primp and then packed away all his crap and yanked the bathroom door open, glaring defiantly at his roommate.

Chris just stared.

“Come on,” Jensen snarked. “Say it. I look like a fuckin’ monkey.”

Chris smirked. “More like a waiter.”

Jensen rolled his eyes and made to push pass Chris, but the older man stopped him with a hand to his upper arm.

“You look good,” he said, with unexpected gravity.

“Thanks,” Jensen looked pointedly at where Chris was holding his arm, but Chris didn’t let go. He ran a hand over his jaw and then fixed Jensen with a fierce expression.

“Don’t let Sebastian fuck with you and Jared tonight,” he said. “And don’t let anyone make you feel like,” he paused and Jensen jumped in, with a cynical twist of his mouth, “Like a whore?”

Chris shook his head. “Like you don’t belong in their world. Because you do. Hell, Jay, you’re classier than most of the Fortune 500 CEOs I’ve fucked,” he let go of Jensen’s arm and gestured with his head toward the bedroom. “Go on,” he said, “your boy’s waitin’ for you.”

When Jensen walked back into his bedroom and saw Jared decked out in his tuxedo, his mouth went dry and his cock hardened in his pants.

“Well look at you,” he said, sashaying toward his boyfriend with all the sass he could muster. “Ain’t you just a long, tall, cool drink of water.”

Jared’s eyes went appropriately wide. “You look…wow,” he tilted his head to one side. “And what you just said…wasn’t that the first thing you ever said to me? Back when we first met?”

“It may have been,” Jensen arrived at his target and reached out, grasping Jared by the hips and pulling him in. “May have called you a cowboy too,” his voice was husky and his Texan twang was more apparent than usual.

Jared ducked his head. “And then I fell on my ass like an idiot.”

Jensen leaned in and mouthed at Jared’s jaw. “S’ok,” he said, “gave me a good excuse to get my hands on you.” He reached down and palmed Jared’s crotch, groaning when he felt how hard the younger man was.

“There’s a limo coming,” Jared panted, “you should stop.”

Jensen’s grin was positively wicked. “We’ve got time,” he said, unzipping Jared’s pants and dropping to his knees.

--

The J Paul Getty Center was spectacular and Jared knew immediately that he wanted to come back during the day sometime and spend many happy hours just browsing through the art and sculpture.

The limousine that Jensen’s photographer friend had organized for them dropped them at the bottom of the hill and they gathered with a number of other well-dressed and ticketed guests until there were enough of them to fill the cable-car that hauled guests up the hill to the Center.  From there, they followed a white-gloved staff member who took them from the tram station in the arrival plaza, up a large set of steps, to the main doors of the rotunda building. They passed the information desks, orientation theatres and Museum shops and then climbed the grand staircase that led them to the Exhibition Pavilion, where the exhibition Sebastian Roche: The Male Nude was being held.

Wait staff with silver trays served champagne and finger food (which they called hors d’oeuvres). Jared really liked the mini quiches and helped himself to quite a few of them, much to Jensen’s amusement. “You and your stomach,” he said, shaking his head.

Jensen wasn’t really a fan of champagne, but it was all that was on offer and he figured that he couldn’t stand in the same room as a big, naked photo of himself without some form of liquid courage, so he snagged a glass for himself and another one for Jared.

“Alright,” Jensen drained half the glass and pulled a face, “let’s go and find Seb.”

The photographer was standing in a circle with a bunch of pompous old men, all with younger women on their arms, at least two of whom Jensen recognized as escorts.

Sebastian broke away from the group as soon as he saw Jensen.

“Darling,” he said coming forward and pulling Jensen in for a kiss on each cheek, French style. “You look amazing as always,” he let go of Jensen and turned to Jared. “And this must be your young man.”

“Thank you for inviting me, Mr Roche,” Jared said, extending his hand politely.

The photographer bypassed his hand and pulled him in for a French-style kiss as well. “Sebastian, please,” he said. He pulled back and stared at Jared. “You really are quite lovely. I see why Jensen is so taken with you. Your eyes are breathtaking, the way they change color with the light. Perhaps you might like to sit for me sometime?”

Jared frowned and turned to Jensen.

“I don’t think Jared would be interested in modelling,” Jensen said.

“Oh,” said Jared. “No. That’s really not me. But thank you. Your work is stunning.”

Sebastian smiled bashfully. “Have you seen the one of Jensen yet?”

Jared shook his head and Sebastian grinned gleefully.

“Come on then,” he took Jared by the hand, dragging him to the work in question. Jensen trailed behind, taking the opportunity to people-watch. Almost immediately he noticed that Sebastian and Jared were the subject of some pretty intense scrutiny from more than one person.

A dark-haired, dark-eyed man was watching Jared intently and something about him seemed familiar to Jensen. The man wasn’t a client, Jensen was sure of it, but…an agent or a gofer for someone rich and/or famous perhaps? Jensen had had dealings with enough of those in his career to recognize the look; he would bet his right nut that this guy was on the hunt for new talent for his boss. And Jared had caught his eye.

Also watching Jared and Sebastian was a shortish, good-looking guy with a quirky mouth, a hooked nose and intense light-brown eyes. He saw Jensen looking at him and raised his glass with a goofy waggle of eyebrows. Jensen raised one of his eyebrows in response and then hurried to catch up to Jared and Seb: who were standing eye level with the top of his black briefs. Jensen swallowed.

“What do you think,” he asked, slipping a possessive arm around Jared’s waist.

“Beautiful,” Jared said. “He’s really captured the shyness and innocence that you try so hard to hide.”

Jensen barked out a laugh. “Sorry to burst your bubble,” he said, “but the boat carrying my innocence sailed a long time ago.”

“No, Jared’s right,” Sebastian said. “The boy next door’s right there, underneath the surface, just waiting for his opportunity to come back.”

Jensen snorted, heat rising in his cheeks. “Delusional, the both of you,” he said. “If you’ll excuse us,” he took Jared’s hand and gave Seb a little bow, “we’ve got lots of pictures of nekkid boys to go look at!”

Sebastian waved them off. “Go,” he said. “Enjoy.”

A dozen photographs and a lot of mini quiches, miniature Philly cheese steak sandwiches, and sushi later, they found an empty bench seat and sat together, taking a break.

“That photograph of the ballet dancers is stunning,” Jared said after a while. “Definitely my favorite. I mean, apart from the one of you.”

“That’s my favorite too.”

“Sebastian’s a really good photographer.  A real artist.”

“Yeah,” Jensen nodded.

“You do know he’s in love with you, right?”

Jensen looked at Jared sharply.

“He looks at you the same way I do,” Jared explained.

“He’s just a client,” Jensen said softly.

Jared looked at him, eyes piercing, and then he sighed.

“He’s not though, is he? He’s a friend too.”

Jensen’s eyes flashed to Jared’s face and then he half-turned, ducking his head and staring down at the white-marble floor. “I knew this was a bad idea,” he said. “It’s not abstract any more is it? Now that you’ve got a face, a real person, to put to what I do, you can’t handle it and-”

He broke off when Jared’s arm settled over his shoulders.

“Idiot,” Jared said fondly. Jensen looked up at his boyfriend’s smiling face and frowned.

“I’m not jealous of Sebastian,” Jared said, “I feel sorry for him.” He placed one of his big hands over Jensen’s heart. “He’s just realized that he might be able to pay for the rest of you, but he’ll never have this. This is mine. And it’s the most important part of you.”

The innocent boy-next-door stared up at Jared, incredulous and adoring, and then Jensen pulled his mask back into place. “My dick’s pretty important too,” he said impishly.

“Speaking of,” Jared said, his eyes dark and his voice suddenly husky, “you wanna get out of here? I’ve got things I want to try tonight.”

“Hell, yes,” Jensen surged to his feet and pulled Jared to his. As they made their way across the exhibition floor, Jensen couldn’t help noticing that the Gofer and the Eyebrow-waggler watched them leave.

--

The ride home had been quiet, but charged with feeling, and Jensen was pretty sure that he was going to get laid tonight. He wasn’t entirely sure what Jared had in mind, but his boyfriend had spent a long time in the bathroom when they were getting ready to go out. Had he used one of the anal douching kits that Chris and Jensen kept in the bathroom drawer? Had he found the tube of Astroglide gel they kept in there and used it to slick himself up and finger himself open? Jensen squirmed imagining it.

Chris was going to be working until the early the hours of the morning so they would have the apartment to themselves; Jensen hoped he would have good reason to be loud. He unlocked the front door and as soon as they were inside, Jared pushed him against the wall, face-first; his long arms bracketing Jensen and his big body pressed flush up against him.

“So hot in that tux,” Jared murmured against his ear. The hand beside Jensen’s head moved downwards and Jensen groaned when Jared palmed his ass firmly.

“Love you like this,” Jensen breathed, “love you goin’ all caveman, just takin’ what you want.”

Jared paused his groping of Jensen’s ass. “You want it too, though, right?”

Jensen grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and pulled it around to his groin. “Oh yeah,” he said, whimpering slightly as Jared’s long fingers closed around his hard cock. “Want you so bad.”

Jared continued to stroke him through the thin fabric of his tuxedo pants and Jensen closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sensation.

“Wanna fuck you,” Jared growled. “Can I?”

Jensen’s breath hitched. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I love it when you swear. You sure got a dirty mouth on you for a choir boy.”

“I was never in the choir,” Jared said. “I can’t sing for shit.”  He rubbed his fingers over the head of Jensen’s dick and Jensen sucked in air and wriggled under the too-soft touch, straining for more.

“C’mon, Jare,” he said. “What are you waiting for? You gonna drag me back to your cave, put me on my hands and knees and ram your big dick up my ass?”

This time it was Jared who whimpered. “Sounds like a plan,” he said, pulling Jensen away from the wall and toward the bedroom.

“Hang on,” Jensen said. “I gotta hit the head.”

In the bathroom, Jensen filled the red rubber balloon of his anal douche with lukewarm water, put a bit of lube on the tip, and got to work. When the water ran clean, he cleared everything away and washed his hands. He didn’t lube and stretch himself; he wanted Jared to do that with his long, thick fingers.

Jensen was out of the bathroom and back with Jared within five minutes, but it was still long enough for Jared to have lost his courage. His boyfriend was sitting cross-legged on the blue-patterned quilt, biting his nails, his jacket and bow tie discarded on the wicker chair in the corner of the room.

Jensen began to strip, bow-tie first, then jacket, making a show of it, making it look good. His pants came off slowly, his shoes and socks he toed off quickly, and then he stalked Jared with intent while unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. Jared scooted back against the headboard and stretched his legs out in front of him and Jensen climbed onto the bed and crawled to him, body rippling like a lion’s. He straddled Jared’s lap and began to grind against him, pleased when he felt Jared’s dick begin to harden once again.

Jensen’s shirt was undone, his chest exposed, and he moved to undo the buttons at the wrists so that he could take it off.

“No,” Jared growled. “Leave it on.”

Jensen’s pupils dilated at the commanding tone and he stopped trying to take his shirt off, instead running his fingertips over his torso and grinding hard against Jared.

Jared made a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a growl and then grabbed Jensen’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. Jensen steadied himself against the headboard and let his lips fall open, allowing Jared to take control of the kiss. Jared’s lips pressed hard, his tongue thrust urgently, and suddenly the room spun and Jensen was on his back, Jared looming over him.

Jensen lay sprawled on the bed, his eyes alight with humor, as Jared fumbled his pants off and then unbuttoned his shirt with shaking fingers, all the while running his mouth, a litany of  ‘look at you, so fucking hot, can’t wait, need you so bad,’ falling from his lips.

Now it was Jared who straddled Jensen, leaning down to kiss him, gently this time, and then working his way down Jensen’s body to his black briefs…with USA printed on them in silver.

“Oh my God!” Jared’s breath hitched. “These are the ones from the photo!”

“Got to keep ‘em,” Jensen said. “Model’s perks,” he cleared his throat. “Half of LA might get to see me wearing ‘em, but only you get to take ‘em off me.”

Jared’s eyes darkened and Jensen could see the question in them, but his boyfriend didn’t ask it. Jensen reached out and took hold of his wrist.

“Only you,” he re-iterated firmly. “If Sebastian is paying me to model for him, that’s all I do.”

Jared nodded. And then he leaned down and began to mouth at Jensen’s dick through the shiny black fabric. Jensen’s briefs were soon wet with spit and pre-come and he was grasping the quilt in both hands; gasping and begging.

Finally, he felt Jared’s fingers in the waist band of his briefs and raised his hips, encouraging Jared to strip them from him quickly. Jared took his off as well and then reached for the lube.

“You’re okay with this?” Jared said, suddenly tentative again.

“Oh yeah,” Jensen said. “I haven’t done this…for fun…in a long time,” he reached up and took hold of Jared’s dick, pumping it a few times. “Want this so badly,” he said, “just wanna lie here and take it…just…put it in me, Jare, please?”

Jared laughed. “Whatever you want, Jensen. But you might have to, uh, walk me through it, because I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

Jensen rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs. “First you gotta open me up. Start with one finger, then two, then three. Use lots of lube.” When he didn’t get a response from Jared, Jensen turned to look over his shoulder. Jared was kneeling above him, frozen, a look of intense concentration on his face. “If you’d rather not prep me,” Jensen said, “I can do it myself. Just…give me the lube,” he reached out for it and Jared unfroze, pulling the tube away from Jensen’s outstretched hand. “Hell no,” he said, “was just trying to calm myself down.”

He squeezed some Astroglide gel onto his middle finger and then settled himself between Jensen’s spread legs and pressed a tentative finger against his hole.

“I still can’t believe you wax back here,” Jared said as he pushed his finger inside.

Jensen couldn’t help it, he laughed. “I bleach too,” he said.

“Really?” Jensen could hear the frown in Jared’s voice. He looked back over his shoulder and saw Jared’s trademark furrowed brow. “Is that why your hole’s so pink?”

Jensen honest-to-God giggled. “This is probably the strangest conversation I’ve ever had with a guy whose finger was up my ass!”

“Hmmm,” said Jared. “I seem to remember that I should be able to,” he crooked his finger just so and Jensen nearly came off the bed.

“Yep,” Jared said, “that’s the spot.”

He pushed at it again and again and Jensen panted through the pleasure. “C’mon, Jare, move it along. Want your dick in me before I come.”

Jared pulled his finger out and there was a squelching sound, and then two fingers were pushing up inside of him.

“Oh yeah. That’s good.”

Jared’s fingers, like the rest of him, were big. Long and broad, they stretched Jensen good, probing and twisting and rubbing his p-spot, and Jensen barely noticed when Jared added a third finger, his ass was so relaxed and pliant. He heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then Jared’s hands were on his hips, pulling him up onto his knees.

“You sure about this?” Jared’s voice was deep and desperate.

Jensen growled. “If you don’t get that cock in me now, I’m gonna put you on your back and ride you like a horse.”

Jensen felt the tip of Jared’s dick against his hole and then there was a long, slow, inexorable slide, and despite all the lube and all the stretching, Jensen felt every inch.

“Fuck you’re big,” he groaned, clutching at the quilt.

Jared stilled immediately. “Too much?”

Jensen panted into the circle of his arms. “Just gimme a minute.”

He lay and breathed, listening to Jared’s harsh pants. “Jensen,” Jared sounded wrecked. “I gotta move.”

“Okay. I’m good.”

Jared buried himself deep with one powerful thrust and Jensen groaned out loud with pleasure/pain. The last time he’d been stuffed this full had been those two Japanese businessmen who’d wanted to double-team him. And that had been two dicks; Jared only had one in him.

Jared had stilled again. “You okay, Jensen?”

Jensen realized that he was chanting ‘Oh God, oh God,’ under his breath and clamped his mouth shut.

“Yeah,” he said, having taken a moment to breathe. “It’s okay. I can take it.”

When Jared spoke again, his voice was very flat. “I don’t want you to ‘take it’,” he said. “I want you to enjoy it and if you’re not enjoying it, I can pull out and we can do blow jobs instead.”

Jensen clenched tightly around him. “Don’t you dare,” he said. “I am enjoying it.”

“Uh huh,” Jared reached around and took ahold of Jensen’s cock, which had softened slightly.

“That can happen,” Jensen said. “You’re a big guy and, yeah, it hurt a little going in, but now I really need you to move.”

“Are you s-”

Jensen rocked back against him. “C’mon, Jare,” he said, “Fuck me already.”

Jared took his words to heart. He kept one hand on Jensen’s hip and the other wrapped around his cock and pulled back a little before pounding back in, hard.

It took Jared a little while to find his rhythm, to work out that grinding forward with slow, deep nudges was far better than stabbing in and out.  Jensen was writhing beneath him, thrusting himself into Jared’s hand and clenching at the quilt, his breath punching out of him in gasps and husky moans as Jared pressed against his sweet spot again and again and again. Jared felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven. The tight pressure on his dick was even better than the wet heat of Jensen’s mouth and Jared wasn’t sure that he was going to be able to hold off much longer. And he wanted to, desperately; wanted to make sure that Jensen had come before he allowed himself to follow him over the edge. Jared gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Jensen’s cock, pumping him hard as he pounded his prostate and Jensen moaned long, low and loud and came all over Jared’s hand before slumping forward on the bed. Jared wiped his fingers on the quilt and moved his hands to Jensen’s shoulders. He let himself go completely, fucking in hard and fast, his hips snapping against Jensen’s ass as he chased completion. Jensen moaned beneath him and Jared fucked in deep one final time and then went rigid as he came hard into the condom.

Jared pulled out of Jensen slowly. He tossed the condom and then found a damp towel on the floor and used it to clean them both up.  Clean up complete he slumped down next to Jensen on the bed. “That was amazing,” he said, nuzzling his boyfriend’s neck.

Jensen didn’t move.

“Jensen?”

Jensen didn’t respond.

“Jensen?” Jared shook his shoulder roughly. “You’re freaking me out. Are you okay?”

Jensen rolled onto his side and peered up at Jared, his green eyes bright with unshed tears. “Yeah. I’m just…when I said it’d been a long time since I did this for fun,” he lowered his eyelashes and took a deep breath, “I, uh, that was actually…my first time.” He looked back up at Jared and Jared didn’t think, didn’t have to, he just leaned in and kissed Jensen tenderly, putting all the love he felt for his boyfriend into the movement of his lips against Jensen’s. “It was my first time too,” he said when he finally pulled away, “and because of you, it was the most special first time anyone could hope for.”

The tears that had been threatening in Jensen’s eyes began to fall and Jared pulled his boyfriend to his chest and held him tightly while he cried himself to sleep.

--

Jensen woke up with the feeling that someone was watching him.

Someone was watching him; Jared; who was propped up on one elbow, his face mere inches from Jensen’s. When he saw that Jensen was awake he smiled brightly and Jensen smiled back, the smile freezing on his face when the memory of his complete and utterly mortifying break down came flooding back.

“Oh, fuck,” he said. “I’m so sorry, Jared.”

Jared frowned. “What for?”

Jensen raised his eyebrows. “Right,” he said flatly, “because nothing says ‘I enjoyed our first time together’ like crying hysterically until you fall asleep.”

Jared beamed. “I enjoyed it too,” he said. “And I understand why you cried.”

Jensen looked away. “Well I’m glad one of us does,” he muttered.

“You were overwhelmed with emotion,” Jared said sagely. “Because I am just that awesome.”

Jensen stared at him. And then his lips twitched. Jared grinned at him and waggled his eyebrows and Jensen began to chuckle, finally throwing his head back and howling with laughter. “Oh man,” he said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, “I’m sorry. It’s just…this was so us! I mean, the first time we kissed, you threw up. I guess it’s only fair that the first time we had sex, I had a meltdown.”

“Exactly,” Jared said solemnly. He took Jensen in his arms then and curled around him, making him the little spoon. “It’ll make a very dramatic tale to tell the grand puppies.”

“The…what?”

“The grand puppies.”

“Grand puppies? No, on second thoughts, I don’t wanna know,” Jensen wriggled his ass against Jared’s groin and reveled in the fact that his boyfriend was getting harder by the second. When Jared started to rut against his crack, Jensen took himself in hand and stroked his dick to full hardness.  “Want you inside again,” he said. When Jared tried to ease him onto his stomach he shook his head. “Want to ride you.”

Jared rolled onto his back and smiled up at Jensen. “All yours, cowboy.”

Jensen reached for the lube and then bit at his bottom lip. “Want to ride you bareback.”

Jared’s eyes darkened with lust. “Whatever you want,” he said.

Jensen coated Jared’s dick with lube and then straddled his hips and lowered himself inch by inch until he was sitting on Jared’s thighs. He gave himself a moment to adjust and then began to rock himself up and down, his hands on Jared’s chest.

Jared held himself still as long as he could and then he wrapped his hands around Jensen’s hips and began to thrust up every time Jensen sank down. Jensen looked spectacular. His hair was sleep-tousled, his eyes were lust-blown and his stomach muscles rippled as he rode Jared hard. For Jared it was all too much and he came hard, pumping into Jensen again and again as he spilled deep inside him, hot and wet. That was all it took to send Jensen over the edge as well, and as Jared filled him, he painted his own stomach white. Jared looked up at him adoringly.

“Love you,” he said.

Jensen lifted his head and grinned. “Ditto.”

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