Jensen/Jared - fic - Sequel to When Things Come Crashing Down - The Past Never Stays There chapter 1
Title : The Past Never Stays There - Chapter 1/14
Author : angels3 aka Angela
Beta : munimula - who is the best beta ever and any mistakes left are so mine.
Word Count : 3697
Pairing : Jensen/Jared
Supporting Characters : Eric, Kim, Sera, Mike, Tom, Chris, Steve, Chad, Kylan (who is a figmant of my imagination
Disclaimers : They don't belong to me because if they did.............................
Warnings : RPS M/M sex (now). This chapter is NC17 for sex.
Summary : This is the sequel to When Things Come Crashing Down. It starts immediately where that story left off.
You know that person that Chris never had the name for? Well he may soon get it.
For everyone that wanted more here it is finally. Sorry it took so long to get the first one done. I promise to be much faster with the next.
Chapters - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12a 12b 13a 13b 14
Kylan
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It was several hours later that Jensen snorted back a laugh. Jared picked his head up off the pillow looking down at the top of Jensen's head on his chest.
"What?" Jared asked.
"You know once the media gets hold of this, and they will eventually, that the war will be over." Jensen answered.
"Excuse me?"
Jensen shifted so he could look up at Jared, "I said the war would be over."
"Yea, I heard you the first time, I just don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"The war between fanfic writers, You know, the straight writers versus the slash writers. We've now validated the slash writers."
Jensen giggled, imagining the next convention and the questions that would be asked. Thank God he wasn't going to be available. Oh no, Jared would have that one all to himself.
Jared, obviously reading Jensen's mind, growled flipping Jensen over and under him.
"That's not even funny you little bitch. I wouldn't put it past you to leak the news just to see me sweat."
"Who me? Would I do something like that?" Jensen laughed again batting his eyelashes.
"Yes, especially since I had to bail on the last one, and wasn't there to protect you from attacking females at the other one," Jared grinned down at Jensen.
"That was not cool man, you're damn right you should pay the price I could have been damaged," Jensen poked his lip out, pretending to pout.
Jared rolled back over, pulling Jensen with him until Jensen was draped across him.
"Besides, that's only the battle not the war."
"How do you figure ?" Jensen asked perplexed.
"Because there's still the matter of the wincest. Sam and Dean have yet to prove that there is more there than just brotherly love," Jared's grin stretched across his face.
"Yea well, if Sera writes many more, we're going to be seeing the end to that battle too. I swear that woman walks a fine line." Jensen couldn't wait to see the response on the next Sera Gamble story because there was no way in hell, no matter how good an actor he was, that he'd be able to hide how he felt about Jared, which of course, would translate to Dean being a whole new level of kinky.
Jensen's phone rang in the other room, interrupting Jared's response.
"Bet it's Chris," Jensen said.
"Bet it's Steve," Jared disagreed.
"Oh God! I hope not," Jensen groaned as he headed into the living room.
Jared admired the view as Jensen padded into the living room naked as the day he was born. He didn't feel the least bit guilty at staying under the warm covers. This way he could warm Jensen up when he came back.
"So who won?" Jared asked as Jensen cleared the doorway.
"Shut up," Jensen growled. "Move over, you're hogging the bed."
"I was just keeping it warm for you Jenny, and I was right wasn't I?" Jared grinned at the venomous look he got.
"Don't call me that, damn it, and yes you were right. Fucking Chris tattle tailed," Jensen whined as he plopped down on the bed, quickly dragging the cover over his chilled body.
Jared pulled him across the bed until Jensen was draped over his chest. He ran his hands up and down Jensen's arms, chasing the goose bumps away. Jensen moaned as Jared's warm hands moved from his arms across his back, stroking warmth back into his skin. Jared let his hand travel down, lightly grazing the base of Jensen's spine with his fingertips. Jensen moaned again, a shudder running the length of his body. Jared smiled, loving how responsive Jensen's body was to his touch. Jensen's erection was pressed hard against his thigh, further proof of how turned on, he was.
"So what did he say?" Jared asked. His smiled even wider at the confused look on Jensen's face when he lifted his head.
"Who?" Jensen asked on a gasp as Jared stroked across his spine.
"Steve, what did he want?"
"Oh." Jensen's brow furrowed. He was having a hard time remembering anything through the sparks of pleasure as Jared's hands traveled across his body.
"He wanted to know what the fuck was wrong with me," Jensen scowled at the memory of the conversation.
"Oh," Jared drawled. "Your answer was?"
"That there was nothing wrong with me other than it was cold standing there talking to him when I had no clothes on."
"Bet he loved that mental picture."
"He did mention something about mind bleach," Jensen said gleefully.
"Well, he should just be happy it was Chris that found us before then, huh," Jared said laughing.
"Don't remind me," Jensen groaned. "I still haven't heard the end of that."
"Did you put his mind at ease?"
Jensen sighed as Jared's hand swept across his back and up his neck to settle in his hair.
"Yea, he's not setting the hounds loose yet."
"I don't think Tom and Mike would appreciate being called the hounds," Jared snarked.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it." Jensen frowned.
Jared just grinned even bigger at the crinkle in Jensen's forehead. He leaned down, brushing it with his lips, his tongue sliding along the grooves smoothing them out.
"Stop frowning it's not good for that complexion all those fans love," Jared replied.
"Hey! They like my wrinkles. It says on all the websites," Jensen shot back, smacking Jared on the chest.
"Yes and your eyes, lips, freckles. Oh and lets not forget the bow legs," Jared smirked at the look of outrage on Jensen's face.
"Idonothavebowlegs," Jensen mumbled.
Jared snorted, "Sure you don't."
"Shut up," Jensen whined burying his face in Jared's neck.
"They can love it all they want as long as I'm the only one touching," Jared punctuated his statement by smoothing his hands down Jensen's side and over firm muscles to cup Jensen's ass. He pulled until Jensen was cradled between his legs.
Jared thrust up, grinding his hard cock against Jensen's hip, as he pressed their bodies closer together. Jensen moaned into Jared's neck, the friction of skin on skin sending sparks tingling through his veins. Jared knew he would never get tired of being able to touch Jensen, whenever he felt like it. He had never been particularly hesitant before but this was in a class all its own.
Jensen shifted, trying to slide off Jared's body but was stopped only a few inches into his endeavor.
He looked up confused. "What?"
"Next time," Jared whispered.
Jensen looked at the dilated eyes and flushed features, the shaggy mop of hair and the kiss swollen lips and fell just a little more in love.
"What do you want, Jay? Tell me."
"I want to feel you Jen, want you to fill me up. Missed you, missed this," Jared stated quietly.
Jensen's breath stuttered out. In every relationship, he had always been the one to give and give until he was empty and used up. But with Jared he felt like it was a true partnership, something he had never felt in any of his past lovers Jared gave himself freely both in bed and out, it awed and terrified Jensen at the same time. Because it wasn't just physical it was emotional too, and Jensen tried very hard to keep his emotions under wraps, something he had learned the hard way more than once.
Jared watched the play of emotion flicker through Jensen's eyes, the confusion, astonishment, love and lust. He really needed to find whoever had hurt Jensen and beat the ever lovin' shit out of him. Jensen pulled his body further up Jared's until he could lean down, bracketing Jared's head with his elbows. He leaned down placing a slow gentle kiss on each corner of Jared's mouth, smiling when Jared chased his lips as he pulled back.
"Easy baby. I'll make it good for you," Jensen whispered in his ear.
Jared groaned knowing no amount of begging was going to rush Jensen.
Jensen wanted to touch every part of Jared, taste him, feel him writhe, hear him gasp and moan. He wanted Jared to come apart under his hands and body and he was going to take his time making that happen. He ran his tongue along the shell of Jared's ear, nipping the fragile flesh. Jared shivered under him as a soft puff of air was blown over split slick skin. Jensen trailed open mouth kisses down the side of Jared's neck, dragging his teeth lightly across stubbled jaw. Jensen captured Jared's mouth and slid his tongue between his lips, licking his teeth and gums until Jared opened, allowing him to delve into the wet heat of Jared's mouth.
Jared let Jensen take control as their tongues tangled together. Jensen hands fisted in Jared's hair, so he could keep him at just the right angle to deepen the kiss even further, stopping only when the need for air became imperative. Jensen rested his forehead against Jared's, they panted, sharing the same air as one breathed out and the other breathed in. He wanted Jared to know just how much he meant to him even if it took him all night to do it.
Jensen started a long slow torturous mapping of Jared's body, his fingers caressing over each inch of flesh, followed by blunt fingernails, lips and teeth. The drag of fingernails over Jared's hard nipples sent his body arching up pressing into Jensen, trying to get more contact, more friction, just more. Jensen sucked one into his mouth, fingers rolling and plucking at the other until Jared was shivering underneath him. Jensen slid his lips to the side sucking another bruise into the golden skin under his mouth.
Jared had taken to rocking his hips hoping to move things along a little. He had learned rather quickly that once he gave Jensen control, he wasn't getting it back until Jensen was finished with him. Jensen would have him begging and promising his first born child before he was through and, in Jared's case, it would be custody of his two dogs. Sometimes, he thought they loved Jensen more anyway, the traitors.
Jensen continued his quest to own every part of Jared, gripping Jared's hips to halt his thrusts. He slid his tongue along each rib, teeth nipping over tight packed abs to get to the other side, Jared's ragged breaths and constant moans ringing in Jensen's ears. He moved along the smooth planes of Jared's stomach, dipping his tongue into Jared's belly button, swirling it around and around, his teeth worrying the edges until Jared was gasping for air.
Jensen moved lower until his lips hovered over the weeping head of Jared's cock. He blew softly, watching the hard column of flesh jump under the stimulation. Jensen's tongue flicked out to gather the leaking flood of precome, following the trail it left behind to the base. He twisted his tongue along the shaft, laving across the crown. Jensen knew Jared was close but he wanted things to last as long as possible. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Jared's cock, squeezing just enough to pull him back from the edge. Jensen slid his lips down over the flushed skin, meeting the ring of his fingers, and traveled back up the expanse of blood heated flesh. He ran the tip of his tongue along the flare of the head before dipping into the slit to gather more precome.
Jared's fingers were white around the sheets he gripped, whimpers and moans escaping between pants for breath. Jensen released Jared's cock, leaving a kiss on the tip as apology. He leaned to the side where he could reach one of Jared's hands. He kissed across each knuckle, taking time to slide his tongue along the valleys in between. As Jared loosened his grip on the sheet, Jensen sucked each finger into his mouth, slicking his tongue up one side and down the other. Jared's breath stuttered to a stop before escaping out in a rush of air and Jensen's name.
Jensen smiled up at Jared's flushed and sweaty face as he let the last finger slide from his lips. He leaned the other way, lavishing the same attention on the other hand. Jared sucked in a gasp when Jensen turned his hand over slowly following the lines of his psalm with that talented mouth. The erotic sensations coursing through Jared's body seemed to electrify his blood, sending every touch resonating into each cell of his makeup.
Jensen pulled back staring down at the man he loved more than his own life. He leaned in, brushing his lips over Jared's, whispering his love into the kiss swollen flesh. Jensen rubbed his body the length of Jared's in his descent to the bottom of the bed, drawing a hoarse moan from Jared's chest.
"Jensen. Please." Jared whimpered, fingers clutching at the sheets again.
"Soon, I promise," Jensen whispered. "Just a little longer."
Jensen started at the juncture of thigh and hip, kissing and biting the muscled swell of leg and calf, fingers caressing over the top of Jared's foot and around his ankle. He dug his thumb into the arch of Jared's foot massaging the tensed muscles. The other foot and leg receiving the same affection until Jensen was again at the crease his dick loved to ride. Jensen slid back between Jared's legs, pulling him forward so he could nuzzle the velvety sacs, inhaling the rich musky scent. He lifted one leg resting it across his shoulder exposing the thin line of flesh hidden away. Jensen ran his tongue over it again and again until Jared's whole body was shaking.
Jensen pushed Jared's leg further back, opening him just that much more. He slid his tongue over the puckered flesh, savoring the most intimate taste of Jared he could find. He slipped his tongue past the tight ring of muscle, needing more, needing all of Jared. He pulled back, sucking his fingers into his mouth, slicking them with spit, before he slid his tongue back in. Jensen followed his tongue closely with a finger, pushing in and out. The looser Jared became, the further in he got his tongue, twisting it around, trying to get as deep as he could.
Jensen was unconsciously rubbing against the bed by the time he was buried three fingers and tongue deep in Jared's hole. He pulled both out reluctantly, shifting to his knees and pushing Jared's other leg out. He lined himself up, slowly sinking in to tight overwhelming heat. Jared finally gave up on not touching Jensen, the only reason he had held back was knowing that once he had his hands on him he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Jared reached up, pulling Jensen down for a kiss, needing to taste himself in Jensen's mouth. He moaned as he stroked his tongue along Jensen's, the fever bright burn igniting in his blood. Jensen's thrusts picked up in speed and intensity the closer he edged to orgasm, his control shattered, the need to bury himself in Jared the only thing driving his mind and his body. Jared was meeting each thrust with frantic rolls of his hips, trying to get Jensen that much deeper.
Jared's body was a mass of quivering, oversensitive nerve endings. Each time Jensen pounded into him, he was hitting Jared's prostate dead on and Jared could feel the burn of his orgasm spreading from the base of his spine through his stomach. One more frantic thrust and he was shooting come over his stomach and chest, his back arching off the bed and body tightening around Jensen, sending him shouting into blissed out oblivion.
When Jensen could move again he slowly pulled out, rolling off Jared. Jared was still sprawled across the bed staring sightlessly at the ceiling, the feeling not yet returning to the lower half of his body. Jensen maneuvered until he could pull Jared into his arms, Jared's head coming to rest under his chin. Jared fell asleep to the soft sounds of Jensen breathing and the feel of fingers stroking through his hair.
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It took them twice as long to get back to the city as it had taken Jared to get to the cabin. The snow continued to fall through the night and into the early morning hours, only tapering off an hour before they had planned to leave. Jared wanted to leave Jensen's truck and ride in together but Jensen wouldn't budge so Jared led the way with the bigger vehicle, plowing a path for Jensen to follow. When they finally pulled up at Mike's to pick the dogs up, both of them had white knuckled grips on the steering wheel. It took them a few minutes to unlock their joints, so they could make it to the door.
Mike opened it before they were halfway up the walk, his face a mask of worry.
"Don't do that shit again!" He growled.
"What?" Jared asked.
Mike ignored him, pinning Jensen with a glare. Jensen was smart enough to know why he was being yelled at, ducked his head, offering a sheepish apology.
"Next time, I'm dragging your ass back, and I can assure you it won't be near as much fun as Jared doing it." Mike said as he shut the door behind them.
"I left a message with Chris. It's not like I just disappeared." Jensen tried smoothing over the worry he had caused.
"Yes, and where is Chris? That's right. Not here. He has no idea what the weather's like not to mention it's hard enough to get him on a normal basis, but when he's on tour it's an even bigger bitch." Mike replied.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. You and Tom were supposed to be busy working and Jared was with his family. I didn't think anyone would miss me for a couple of days and I planned to be back before that happened." Jensen held his hands up in surrender. "Besides, who said I had fun?"
"Nobody had to say it. Those two Hoover size hickeys adorning your neck speak for themselves." Mike smirked at the blush climbing Jensen's neck and face.
"Damn, Jared, next time how about leave enough blood in his brain for it to function properly instead of trying out your own version of the Red Cross." Mike grinned as Jared ducked the punch Jensen was aiming at his shoulder.
" Fuck, I'm never going to hear the end of this from makeup," Jensen growled.
"You didn't seem to mind that much when I was giving them to you," Jared's grin eating up his face.
"Shut it," Jensen grumped.
"So where are the kids?" Jared asked, wondering how they hadn't been assaulted yet.
"The big brutes are out in the solarium. I let them out when I heard the trucks, there was no way I was getting a word in before you both went all gaga over them otherwise," Mike threw over his shoulder as he went to let Harley and Sadie into the hallway.
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It had taken them an additional hour to say hello to the kids and get them calmed down enough to load in Jared's SUV. Jensen decided, while he wasn't comfortable leaving his truck in the middle of nowhere, it would be fine in Mike's garage. Jensen left Mike with threats of dire repercussions if there was any new paint jobs or additions to his truck when they came back for it. An hour later found them at Jensen's house packing a bag and picking up the scripts they needed to go over. Jared would have offered to share his but along with the other millions of things they had in common they both tended to write clarification needs or particular emotions they wanted to get across in the margins of their scripts.
Jensen had unpacked and repacked his bag, grabbing his extra contacts and his glass case. Jared was standing by the door waiting for him and keeping an eye on the dogs just in case they decided the steering wheel would make a cool chew toy. Jensen noticed his answering machine was blinking. While most people called his cell, he had, had spotty reception while he was at the cabin, so he figured you thit would be a good idea to check them before he left just in case it was important.
The first three were telemarketer selling God knew what and were deleted before they finished the second sentence. The fourth was from Steve threatening anatomical impossibilities if he didn't hear from Jensen. Thankfully, these were dated before Steve finally talked to him. Jared was grinning so big by the time Steve finished ranting on the machine, Jensen was pretty sure he would have muscle strain.
"You know if your face sticks that way you'd make a good Joker for the next round of Batman movies," Jensen snarked.
" Mmmmmm, Christian Bale," Jared hummed.
"Next round I said. Batman will probably be played by Tom Cruise," Jensen corrected.
Jared made a horrified face and slapped his hand over his mouth. "Oh God, I think I just threw up in my mouth."
Jensen was still laughing when he hit play for the last message. He wasn't prepared for the lilting voice floating into his house. Jared knew he had never seen Jensen's face turn as white as it did. He also didn't think there had ever been a voice make his skin crawl or grind his teeth in under three words, but damn if this guy didn't hold the record.
Jensen this is Kylan. Just got back on dry land. Been out at Seal Island and I just found out about the plane crash. I'm going to be in town in a couple of weeks and thought I'd drop by see how your doing, talk about old times. Anyway, I'm going to be in South Africa for a few more days and then heading stateside I'll give you a call when I make it back to the US.