Fic - Jensen/Jared - When Things Come Crashing Down - chapter 9/14

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Title : When Things Come Crashing Down chapter 9/14

Author : angels3  aka Angela

Beta : munimula - I played with it after, she sent it back so any mistakes are mine mine mine.

Word Count : 5936

Pairing : Jensen/Jared (very soon)

Supporting Characters : Eric, Kim, Sera, Mike, Tom, Chris, Steve, Chad

Disclaimers : They don't belong to me because if they did.............................

Warnings : RPS   M/M sex (soon).  A sadly awful knowledge of geography.  This chapter is R other chapters will carry a NC17 for sex.

Summary : The guys are back off Christmas hiatues and on their way to a location shoot when  things go horribly wrong.

Okay  chapter nine is up quick so you have to be very patient for ten.  I'm only 1/4 of the way through and then I have to send it to munimula.  I hope to have it to her by Sunday the latest.

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Day 5

*Rescue Team*

The rescue team woke to a day with no wind, and no snow. The silence was almost deafening after the last couple of days. Gideon had instructed everyone to unload their packs, take inventory, and anything they needed from the cabins. There would be a supply run hitting all the cabins, starting with these, after all search and rescues were finished from the storm.

When everyone had their packs put back together, and ate lunch, they all met in front of the cabins waiting for the go ahead. Gideon let them know what to expect with the new powder, made sure everyone was comfortable on the snowshoes, and set down their route for the day. The team leader had received the latest information from base early that morning, and it gave them a tighter search area, which made him very happy.

Once the helicopter was repaired, it would continue from the point it had left off just to be sure nothing was missed, but the land teams would start with the new information. Gideon was happy to see that they wouldn't have to do quite so much backtracking as he had originally thought, which meant hopefully they would find the plane soon.

If Steve thought the worst part of the wait would have been the two days it had taken the storm to clear, he was sadly mistaken. The four hours readying to leave felt like a fucking eternity. Steve was actually surprised that Chris hadn't gone ape shit waiting for everyone to get their snowshoes on, but he had been uncharacteristically patient.

"Hey, what's wrong with Chris?" Mike asked as he moved in next to Steve, all of them waiting for the all clear to move out.

"What do you mean?" Steve glanced at Mike, before looking back to track Chris' movements across the snow.

"He's calm, and quiet. I figured he'd be raising hell about leaving now," Mike explained. "I know I'm about to."

"We'll be leaving just as soon as Gideon radios in and lets them know we're moving out," Tom said as he walked by. "I just heard him tell Chad."

"Chad must have finally ran out of patience," Mike snorted. "Here I thought it was going to be the me or Chris that broke and asked when the fuck we were going."

"My thoughts exactly," Steve replied still watching his partner. "I'm not sure what's going on with Chris, but I aim to find out."

Steve made his way over to where Chris was messing with the strap on his snowshoe.

"What's up?" Steve asked, placing his hand on Chris' back.

"Nothing, just making sure they're tight 's all."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," Steve waited for Chris to lean back up, and look at him, before continuing.

"We're finally getting back on track, and I would've thought you'd be bashing heads to get a move on."

"Yea," Chris agreed, but didn't add more.

"Yea, so why aren't you? I'm the calm, laid back one in this relationship," Steve grinned. Lifting Chris' chin, so he could look him in the eye.

"Just worried," Chris mumbled.

"And?" Steve prompted.

"The closer we get to finding them, the more I stress about it," Chris said quietly.

"It?" Steve questioned.

"Finding them alive," Chris finally confessed.

Steve put his hands on either side of Chris' head, so that he had his undivided attention.

"You said it yourself, they're tough. They made it, no question about it. They'll look out for each other, and when we get to them, then we'll look out or them." Steve said, not losing eye contact as he spoke.

"You know how Jenny loves to be mother hen'd," Steve grinned when Chris snorted.

"Thanks," Chris leaned forward brushing his lips across Steve's, pulling back, when all he wanted to do was stay

"No problem, somebody's got to keep ya straight," Steve said, turning at Gideon's piercing whistle.

"Um, Steve, 'fraid to tell you, but straight, has nothing to do with you and me," Chris whispered in his ear.

"Ass," Steve mumbled.

"Yours," Chris grinned, listening to Gideon give the order to move out.

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*Jensen and Jared*

The kiss was fast, hard and aggressive. When Jared pulled back, Jensen could still see the anger in his face, but there was something else he couldn't place.

"Jay?" Jensen questioned.

"Get your ass in there under the covers. Your turning into a smurf again," Jared bitched at the bluish tinge to Jensen's skin.

Jensen found himself moving without conscious decision. He was still in a state of complete and total shock. He couldn't remember a time since leaving home he had ever responded to an order outside of a job before, and here he was meekly dropping down in front of the fireplace. He was still trying to come to terms with Jared expressing himself in a new and different way, which although not unwelcome, was completely unprepared for. Jensen was sure it was the stress of the situation. Jared always responded to stressful situations emotionally, and if the last few days couldn't be classified as stressful, nothing could.

Jared watched out the corner of his eye as he stacked the firewood. Jensen had sat down in front of the fire, and while not under the covers had complied enough to keep from getting bitched at. Jared could see fine tremors running through Jensen's frame as his body slowly warmed up, but the thing distracting Jared the most was how Jensen kept reaching up to touch his lips. His tongue would slip out and run along his lips, followed closely by a finger tracing the same path. Jensen had done this several times, staring off into space, not aware that he was being watched.

Jensen could still taste him every time he ran his tongue across his lips. He could feel the pressure of Jared's lips on him like a phantom touch still tingling through his body. He glanced over at Jared, who was stacking the firewood, his body language still rigid, and tense. Jensen wanted to make something of what had just happened, but he knew there was no way in hell Jared wanted the same things he did. Jared was straight for fucks sake, with a beautiful woman that loved him, and  Jared worshiped the ground she walked on. Best just to write this off as what it was, nothing but letting off steam. Jared had been scared, and needed a way to release the pent up emotion.

Jared continued to watch the play of emotions cross Jensen's face. He could tell the exact moment that Jensen had come to the wrong conclusion. He should have known that it wouldn't be so easy. This was Jensen, he was talking about, after all. But when something was worth it, getting there that was important thing, no matter how difficult. Jared knew he shouldn't have kissed Jensen when he did, but he just couldn't stop himself. Waking up with Jensen missing had sent him into a meltdown, and then to have him walk, okay hobble, through the door like it was nothing, had sent his blood pressure skyrocketing. What prompted the kiss, however, was Jensen doing what Jensen always did, taking care of him, and a healthy dose of terror. Jared knew Jensen didn't realize that, but he would before all was said and done.

Jensen just decided to play it off. Time didn't really mean anything when he had no place to go, and no way to get there. There were no stars out leaving the night pitch black. When Jensen thought to check his watch it was three in the morning. They had slept through lunch, supper and most of the night, Jensen couldn't ever recall sleeping that much at one time, except when he was fifteen and gotten the super flu, well that's what he called it anyway. Jensen thought now would be a fine time for a distraction, and what better way to provide one than food.

He stood up carefully, gimping his way to the cabinets, waiting for Jared to start fussing. When he didn't, Jensen took a quick peak over his shoulder just in case Jared was going to pull a sneak attack. What he saw was his friend standing there with his arms crossed, watching him with an odd look on his face, and if that didn't make him self conscious when he was at his best, it sucked balls when he was tottering around on a homemade crutch trying not to bust his ass. Once there, he scanned the different canned goods, looking for something that would appeal. He finally settled on some cans of vegetable soup. He popped the tops, God, he loved whomever had come up with the pull tops, and poured the contents in the pan.

"Hey Jared," he called, discovering there was no way in hell, he could balance himself and the pan of soup all the way to the fireplace.

"Yea," Jared responded, realizing that Jensen was going with the tried and true method of avoiding the issue, or in this case the kiss. He'd let it go for now but not for long.

"Can you come grab this and put it on the fire, otherwise the floor, or me is going to be wearing half of it before I can get it there," Jensen grinned, praying Jared would just play along.

"Well, eating off the floor has never been my idea of fun," Jared said as he took the pot from his friend. "Now eating off of you is an altogether different story," Jared continued in an undertone."

Jensen relinquished the pot and was moving back towards the shelves to grab plates and cups. He froze at the second half of Jared's comment. He looked behind him, but was greeted by Jared's back. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to have heard that or not. His body was letting him know he definitely had, even as his brain was trying to come up with other combinations of words that he could have mistaken.

Jared kept his back turned, listening to Jensen make his way back to the shelves. He heard his friend come to a halt when the last part of his statement was uttered. Jared didn't even have to turn around to know that Jensen's eyes were on him, he could feel the heat rolling off his stare. Jared had decided to put his original plan back into action, and while the kiss had not been a part of it, well not at that particular time anyway, he didn't think it had hurt his overall intentions.

Jensen knew he heard what was said. The question was, was he meant too? Jared had said it just low enough that if he had been any further away Jensen wouldn't have heard it at all. His friend was really trying to drive him insane. That was the only reason Jensen could find for this new side of Jared. Jensen had never been attracted to aggressive guys before. Sure he liked men that were confident, but aggressive not so much. He guessed it had something to do with his Texas upbringing. A Texan just didn't bend to anyone's will, or that was his story, and he was sticking to it, thank you very much.

There in lay the problem, Jared was also Texan which left the quandary of would bend? Well it would be a quandary Jensen thought, if Jared was gay in the first place, but since he wasn't, Jensen was not going to address why his body went traitor whenever Jared started issuing orders. Suffice it to say, Jensen needed to have a good heart to heart with his libido, because these little mutinies were not making his life any easier. Jensen decided avoidance was the best choice, it worked so far, why mess with success?

Jared figured if Jensen could ignore the great big white elephant in the room, known as the kiss, then he could ignore it too. Jared learned a long time ago that in order to win anything involving emotions or feelings he had to be prepared to fight dirty. Jensen was very good at ignoring things he didn't want to deal with.

Jared left Jensen getting cups, and plates while he headed back out to fill the other pot with snow to melt, grinning when he heard Jensen muttering about stubborn ass people who thought they should be able to do things others couldn't.

By the time Jared made his way back in, Jensen had removed the pot from the fire and was pouring it into bowls. Jared put the pot of snow over the fire, watching it quickly turn to water, and pulling it off before it could get warm. They ate in silence, until Jensen couldn't stand it any longer.

"Do you think they've found the plane yet?"

"Doubtful, we were off course, and that storm rolled in pretty fast, I'm not sure, there was much of an opportunity. Why?" Jared asked, feeling that there was a reason for the question besides curiosity.

"Just wondering," Jensen replied, but before Jared could call bullshit continued. "I feel bad leaving David there like that. I know we couldn't afford to bring his body, and it wouldn't have made sense to anyway, but it just feels wrong."

Jared knew what he meant, he had battled with the same thoughts. "I know, I feel like we abandoned him. Damn, I even feel guilty that I made it, and he didn't."

"I've tried to keep it in the back of my head, I just hope they find him soon," Jensen sighed, wishing he could verbalize the feelings he had been having since walking away and leaving David's body to the elements. He knew Jared understood what he was feeling, it would just be nice to put it into words, then maybe he could get it out of his head for more than a few minutes at the time.

They turned back in after cleaning up the dishes and throwing a few more logs on the fire. Jared settled under the covers, and was drifting into sleep when he felt Jensen curl up by his side. He resisted the urge to pull Jensen's head onto his chest, afraid of scaring his friend away. Jared's eyes were almost closed again when he felt Jensen's hand reach up and brush the strands of hair out of his eyes.

"If it had been you, I couldn't have left," Jensen whispered, before laying back down, and snuggling even closer.

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*Rescue Team*

The team had been moving for a solid five hours, stopping twice for breaks. There was an air of inevitability that clung to them, like the fates were leading them to what they were seeking, whether they were ready to find it or not.

Gideon's last call into the base had pissed him off so badly even Chris wasn't willing to find out what was making the usually laid back team leader look like, he might go ballistic. When they took the last break, Gideon had calmed down enough to give everyone an update without the urge to throw his satellite phone as far as he could.

"Okay folks. We've made great time, and we should be closing in on the plane soon. Keep your eyes open. You aren't going to be able to see the scattered debris. I don't want anyone going down, and hurting themselves on metal or any other foreign object," Gideon instructed.

Tom waited, knowing the team leader would get to the source of his irritation when he was ready, but it was becoming harder not to ask. He was sure if it were news of their friends he would have taken them aside and broke the news to them.

"I know you are wondering what base called in awhile back. Just let me say first that while it makes our job more difficult, we're not giving up." Gideon made eye contact with each of the five men waiting for an explanation.

"The helicopter won't be joining us for at least another day, maybe more. The part they flew in was the wrong one. They're trying to get one from the manufacturer, but production has been behind so it's going to take longer than normal," Gideon explained. "While this doesn't make me happy, we were pretty sure that with all the snow, there was a good chance that they wouldn't see the plane from the air. The only thing it affects is the extraction effort, but we've dealt with tough before, we'll do it again."

Gideon made his way over to the five men, watching them converse among themselves. His decision to tell everyone at once instead of trying to soften the blow was actually why he had waited until the break to give the bad news. He had come to respect them, and in that respect, he felt wrong in treating them like-they were less than the rest of his team.

"So what happens when we find them?" Chad asked-when Gideon was close enough to be heard without raising his voice.

"Depends on the injuries really, but if we need to, base will pull one of the sled teams if they can't redirect a chopper," Gideon responded. "We still can't use the snowmobiles. The terrain is too unstable-but the sled teams run this all the time."

"We going to be moving out soon?" Tom asked-before downing a bottle of water.

"Gonna give it about ten more minutes, then I'm going to call it. I did find something out about the pilot though, may have given them an easier time of it," Gideon offered. He debated even mentioning it, but figured it couldn't hurt either way.

"What's that?" Mike asked.

"I've been waiting on information about the pilot, I like to know about the people I'm looking for, what their strengths-and weaknesses are, how they might react in certain circumstances. Let's me get into their heads and run all kinds of scenarios," Gideon explained.

Steve wasn't really shocked. After Gideon's talk with Chris the last time, Chris was telling him his overall impressions of the team leader. Chris was a fucking great judge of character, so when he told him that Gideon was not only smart, but would do what it took to get to their friends, it made him just a little less anxious to know that they wouldn't be given up on.  Listening to the man now Steve would venture to guess that there was a lot about him, they didn't know, and unfortunately probably wouldn't. He was a little saddened by the fact. He enjoyed having friends from every spectrum of life, Chris just laughed at him, called him a collector.

"So what did you find out?" Chris asked, patience running thin.

"The pilot's name is David Yagger. He used to be military. Damn good pilot. Everyone they talked to said if the plane was going down, he'd be the one they'd want flying it. Folks that have worked with him say he likes to be prepared, something he carried over with him when he left the service."

"Prepared how?" Steve decided to join the game of twenty questions.

"Always had an emergency pack with him, plus he kept a map marked with all the forestry cabin," Gideon explained. "They also thought he kept a tent, but they weren't sure on that one. Anyway, we've got about five more minutes, then we're going to be moving again."

"Thanks for letting us know about the pilot," Tom said, as Gideon started off in the direction of some other members of the team.

Gideon waved his hand, and continued over to the other group, checking in on them. After giving everyone the once over, and made sure there were no problems, Gideon gave them a few more minutes before making the call to move out again.

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*Jensen and Jared*

The next time Jensen woke up he was alone. He wasn't going to examine why he was disappointed about that. Jensen watched as Jared came out of their indoor outhouse, and made his way over to the shelves, rummaging through the packaged meals. It always amused Jensen that no matter how quiet Jared tried to be, he never seemed to realize that sound carried.

Jensen could imagine the wide eyed look of disbelief on a three year old Jared's face, caught with his hand in the Oreo package. It would quickly morph to the puppy dog eyes that Jensen was sure he had perfected by the age of six months and, of course, he would have walked away with at least two Oreos before supper. Jensen was in so deep, even Jared's idiosyncrasies didn't bother him, they just made him love Jared even more.

Jared nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned around, and caught Jensen staring at him. He thought his friend would still be sleeping, so he was trying to be quiet as he looked through their food choices. He finally settled on some kind of scrambled egg thingy, and turned around to put it on the fire when he came face to face with Jensen watching him intently.

"Shit! Don't do that," Jared yelped, clutching his chest.

"What? I didn't do anything. I'm just sitting here," Jensen defended.

"Your supposed to still be asleep. That way, I could try this before trying to talk you into eating it," Jared said waving the packaged meal around.

"Jared, I hate to tell you this but, you're not very quiet," Jensen said, grinning at Jared's scowl.

"I am so, you just have bat hearing,"

"I have their eyesight too. Where did my glasses go?" Jensen asked, shuffling through the blankets looking for the case.

"I put it behind us. That way, we wouldn't roll over and crush them. Do you want one of these while I'm doing mine?" Jared waved the packaged meal in the air.

"Sure if we get food poisoning at least, we can do it together," Jensen said as he put his glasses on. "What did you pick out anyway?"

"Um.... some kind of egg and ham combo, it says add water and heat, so I don't think even I can mess that up." Jared made a face at the package as he opened it.

"I don't know, that waffle maker is still not the same," Jensen grinned as he ducked the wad of trash aimed at his head.

"That thing was possessed, I don't care what you say."

"Is that why you were trying to salt and burn it?"

"I was not trying to salt and burn it, the thing caught on fire. There wasn't even anything in it," Jared growled.

"Okay, Jared I believe you," Jensen grinned holding up his hands in surrender.

Jared crouched down in front of the fire as he put the meals over the grate. He wasn't going to leave it and give Jensen more ammunition if it started to burn. He kept his back to Jensen, thinking over where he wanted to take his plan next. Jensen obviously decided to ignore all the contact that Jared had been instigating. Jared wasn't sure what Jensen was filing the kiss under, but he knew that it hadn't been something to help his plan out.

Jensen watched as the strip of tan flesh that was visible between Jared's shirt and jeans, kept winking at him every time Jared moved. The memory of Jared's lips on his combined with his very active imagination, and the view of smooth skin finally drove Jensen to the bathroom. Jensen couldn't think coherently around that kind of a distraction. Seriously, it was either find some space or jump him. He was sure no one would hold it against him. Jensen groaned into his fist when  said imagination gave him a wonderful picture of Jared spread over top of him.

Jared pulled the dinners off the fire and was transferring them onto plates when Jensen made it back from the bathroom. He had come to a decision while Jensen was in the other room, or whatever you wanted to call the outhouse. His plan was to slowly work his way under Jen's skin, to let him know that while he had never been with a guy, he wanted to be with Jen. He knew there was going to be some trial and error, not to mention some fuckups, but Jared knew he could do this. He had to do this, if he was going to get  what he wanted. However, he'd come to the conclusion that he needed to step up his attack. He knew Jen was going to be hardheaded about things, but he  hadn't anticipated Jensen ignoring him instead.

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*Rescue Team*

Gideon was mentally debating the pros and cons of stopping and setting up camp now or pushing for another hour or two. He wanted there to be enough light that they would be able to get camp ready, but he didn't want to waste any daylight, time that could be spent in the search. He edged to the side of his team taking in their condition, checking to see if anyone was struggling, or falling back. When he was comfortable that no one was faltering, he opted to move for another hour, splitting the difference in the time to compromise between the two needs.

Mike could almost see the wheels turning in Gideon's head. He had taken to watching the team leader, trying to read the nuances of his body language. Mike didn't do well with boredom, and even with paying attention to where to place your feet, he had still been getting bored. He decided trying to read the next step in Gideon's parade would at least keep him occupied for awhile.

Mike knew it would be getting dark soon. He was waiting for Gideon to give the command to stop and set up camp. He wasn't ready for Gideon to slide to the side and evaluate the team, until it dawned on him that Gideon was making the decision to continue or stop. He breathed a sigh of relief when the Gideon gave a nod and moved back forward, signaling to Mike, they would keep moving for a while longer.

Mike noticed that Chad had caught the shift as well, and he grinned at the other man. Chad just gave him a shake of his head, and a grin, shifting his pack to a more comfortable position on his back. Mike glanced back to where Chris and Steve trekked side by side. He caught Chris looking around several times, checking on everyone's progress. Tom had paired up during the last break with one of the team members, Mike was pretty sure it was the medic of the group. Knowing Tom he was getting the low down on what to expect with the guys being in the elements for so long, and how to help when they found them.

Steve checked his watch when Gideon finally called a halt. He realized they had about an hour before the sun set and it was already starting to get a little dim around the edges. He and Chris started setting up their tent, while Tom, Mike and Chad had a larger one that they shared. The team quickly readied for the night, setting up the sterno stoves so they could eat and settle in before he got too dark. Steve noticed Chad disappear after the tent was up and reappear fifteen minutes later.

"Hey, where did you get to?" Steve asked as Chad sat down. They were all sitting in the larger tent talking before going to bed.

"Wanted to talk to Gideon before everyone zipped up for the night," Chad replied, pushing Mike over when he tried to hog all the space.

"Yea, what did he have to say?" Tom grabbed Mike's arm as he tried to shove Chad back in retaliation.

"No news from base, but he's damn sure we're going to find that plane tomorrow. So what were you talking to that guy about?" Chad quirked an eyebrow at Tom.

"He wanted to know what we should expect when we found the guys, and what we could do to help," Mike answered for Tom.

"Shit, we have been working together too long," Tom cringed hearing his answer spill out of Mike's mouth almost verbatim.

Chris snickered into Steve's shoulder, "Maybe you have something to confess Tom."

"You mean something like Mike is my love bunny, and we were waiting until the right time to tell everybody sorta something?" Tom made doe eyes at Mike, while Mike made kissy faces at him.

"God, would you shut up! I swear you do that shit just to give me nightmares," Chad whined.

"Come on baby, you know I love you more," Mike cooed, edging up to Chad batting his eyelashes.

Chad rolled his eyes, and shoved him towards Tom, "Yea you only love me when it's convenient, I'm not putting out so go see your man of steel."

Chris and Steve cracked up. It never failed, when the other three men joined their outings the conversation disintegrated into high school locker room etiquette and slowly sped downhill to kindergarten pushing in line. They never lacked for entertainment. That was for sure.

They sat around talking for another hour or so before they turned in, Chris and Steve returning to their own tent.

Chris turned on his side letting Steve curl around him from behind, he leaned back into the warmth of Steve's embrace, sighing as burning muscles found relief. Steve leaned up kissing along his jaw before pulling him backwards enough to slid his tongue along the seam of Chris' lips. He deepened the contact when Chris' moaned opening to the pressure of Steve's tongue asking entry. When Steve pulled away, running his hands along Chris' arm, and up under his shirt over his chest, Chris shifted until he was facing Steve.

"We're supposed to be getting some sleep. Long day ahead of us tomorrow," Chris whispered, conscious of all the tents clustered together.

"Yes we are," Steve breathed into Chris' mouth as he leaned back in swallowing the next comment. "I just needed a reminder of what I can have when we drag the guys back home," he grinned as Chris licked his lips.

"That's a promise," Chris replied as he wrapped his arm and leg across Steve, "That's a promise."

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*Jensen and Jared

Jared waited until they finished eating, and he had cleaned up before setting his next phase of Operation Make Jensen Mine into action. Jensen was leaning back on his elbows watching the fire when Jared turned back around. Jensen in profile with firelight flickering across his skin was a breathtaking picture. Jared slowly made his way into the room grabbing the first aid kit on his way.

"Hey," Jared said softly sitting down next to Jensen.

"Hey, what's up?" Jensen asked moving over to give Jared more room.

"I want to look at your foot, make sure you didn't set it back with that little stunt this morning,"

"I didn't use my foot Jared, it's fine, it doesn't even throb anymore,"

"Good, but I still want to take a look. Maybe we can take the wrap off," Jared wheedled.

Jensen sighed knowing Jared wasn't going to give up. "Fine, go ahead, you won't leave me in peace until you do," Jensen rolled his eyes at Jared's huge ass grin.

Jared took Jensen's foot and placed it on his thigh, he made sure it was steady but also close enough to his crotch to make things interesting later. He slowly unwrapped Jen's ankle, taking his time to stroke across every bit of skin that was revealed. Jared caught the slight intake of breath as he brushed his thumb across Jensen's instep, and over the ball of his foot. He glanced up needing to see Jensen's face, and almost groaned out loud. Jensen's face was flushed, his breathing coming quick and unsteady. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth.

Jensen was going to lose it, if Jared didn't get his hands off him. Jared was supposed to be checking his ankle, not whatever the hell he was doing now. Jared's hands were always a source of fascination to Jensen, and to have them on any part of his body was enough to make him come in his pants like a thirteen year old with his first boner. To have Jared caressing, yes damn it caressing, actual skin, his skin with those hands was enough to short out any brain functions that might still be lingering. He just about bit his lip in half when Jared stroked across his instep.

Jensen was still trying to keep his body in check. He could feel the heat radiating from Jared soaking into his leg where it rested on Jared's. He was wining the battle against looking at Jared's crotch, well damn it his foot was right there, when his foot brushed against something very hot and very hard, as Jared shifted it to the side to look at his ankle. Fuck, Jared was turned on, Jensen didn't have a clue what to do with this bit of information, well he did, but he wasn't going to use it. Jensen closed his eyes trying to marshal his breathing to something that would pass as normal.

"Swelling's gone down, I think we can leave the wrap off as long as you behave," Jared said, clearing his throat. "Let me look at that bump, it needs some more cream put on it anyway."

Jensen just nodded afraid to open his mouth, not willing to take the chance of what might pop out. He let Jared shift him, however he wanted, tensing only for a few seconds when Jared moved behind him.

Jared moved until he was behind Jensen, pulling him back to lean on his chest. He moved Jensen's head until it rested on his shoulder where he could see the gash clearly. He slowly carded his fingers through the silky texture of Jen's hair his breathing ruffling the strands. He felt a shiver run through Jensen's body, solidifying his next move for him. Jared moved the hair away from the injury and cleaned it carefully before spreading antibiotic ointment on it.

Jared could tell Jensen was shifting, getting ready for him to pull away. Jared had other ideas, though. He leaned down letting his lips glide across the exposed skin of Jensen's neck, relishing the low moan that vibrated deep in Jensen's chest. He ran his hands up Jensen's arms and back down, feeling the muscles ripple under his hands. He leaned back down capturing the lobe of Jensen's ear between his lips. He bit down gently, running his tongue over sensitive skin, dragging another moan from Jensen.

Jared wrapped an arm around Jensen's waist, pulling him in tighter to his body, so that their lower bodies were pressed as tightly together as their upper bodies. He felt Jensen shudder in his arms, unconsciously pressing back to get closer. Jared ran his tongue over Jensen's neck, dragging it upwards to his ear before flicking it inside. Jensen whimpered, hands coming to rest on Jared's thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

Jared blew lightly over the moist skin. He brought his mouth back down nipping up the line of Jensen's neck. "God, Jensen do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"