HOUSE OF BROKEN SOULS - Epilogue
Warnings: This Chapter:Sexually explicit content. Overall: Slash, sexually explicit content, graphic violence
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Lia (Cheebles) is still with me for help & support for which I am very grateful (hugs)
Two Years Later
Jensen was late. Jared fiddled with the platinum band around his finger and swapped pleasantries with the guests and local dignitaries. His unruly mop of hair had been smoothed to a shine and styled. His suit was cut to his figure, his shirt was understated bright white cotton and his smile matched. He waved at his safety officer, across the room but the bitch-face Steve’s wife was pulling warned him away from approaching. Man, the final night of the project had been fun, but they‘d all got a little shit-faced. How photographs of Steve, baring his all, in a public fountain, had got on the internet nobody could quite explain. His spouse was unamused and gunning for all of them.
A man caught his eye through the milling crowd. He was eyeing him lustfully, gaze low on the cut of his pants. He strode up to the architect purposefully and spoke in a low growl that only the Jared heard. “First floor. Gents toilets. Five minutes.” Jared watched the firm ass as he strode away and imagined the body beneath the smart grey Italian suit. He excused himself in three minutes and weaved through the chattering guests and waiters with plates of snacks. He could feel himself getting hard, his cock straining at the crotch of his pants. He swung the door of the toilets open and peered in. He felt a firm grip as a hand grabbed at his arm and swung him face first to the wall. A warm mouth sucked on the back of his neck, hot breath huffing deliciously over sensitive nerve endings.
“You’re so horny. Want me to fuck you right here don’t you?” He heard a zipper being opened and a hard length pressed against his ass, rubbing against him through his pants. A hand snaked around and grabbed at his crotch, caressing it and cupping at his covered balls. He groaned and pushed up against the touch. He tipped his neck to allow access to the wet-hot lips that laved at his neck and tongued at his ear. “Want me to fuck you hard and fast right here. Want me ride you bareback don’t you?”
Jared groaned “Mmm. Oh yeah.Yeah.”
Deft fingers unbuckled his belt and pushed his boxers and pants to his ankles. The cold slide of lube around his puckered hole made him shiver with excitement and he bucked against the long fingers as they pushed into him, working the muscle and opening him wide. Teeth nipped at his ear as blunt pressure forced him open. The burn of the intrusion and the fast slide of hot cock made him whimper with pleasure-pain and the sudden friction against his prostate had him crying out loud. “Fuck yes. There. There. Again, do it again.” He levered his arms against the wall, pressing back as the man ground into him hard, filling him, fast and greedy.
Jared took his own cock in his hand and felt it being slapped away. “Didn’t say you could.” He moaned in frustration and two fingers slid into his mouth. He sucked on them, licking and slurping at them. He was panting heavily now and sweat was trickling down the small of his back. The pace became uneven, the thrusts deep and hard, he felt the balls draw up and the splash of hot come inside him. He clenched his muscle around the softening length, holding on to the sensation for as long as he could.
The man withdrew and he heard the rustle of tissue, as he was cleaned. The tissue was rolled in a ball and expertly thrown in the bin. Gentle hands gripped his forearms and span him around. He felt the slide of hot lips on his own and a tongue forced between his teeth. They kissed greedily, tongues battling and tangling as buttons loosened and his shirt pushed up. He felt the suction on his lower lip and then the mouth kissed it’s way firmly down his chest, sucking at his nipples, licking at his ribs and his hips and finally sucking the tip of his shaft in, and swirling a worshipping tongue around it and dipping into the slit, licking at the precome. The tongue trailed down his length and around his balls before the sinful pink lips swallowed him down, deep into the throat. Emerald eyes gazed wickedly up at him and he came, shooting his load into that hot and welcoming, wet cavern. “Nngh. Fuck. Oh Christ.”
He felt the kitten licks as he was cleaned. His trousers were carefully pulled back and his shirt tucked in.
“Sorry I’m late Baby.” Jensen pressed him up against the wall and kissed him, open mouthed, salty and passionate. It felt perfect between them.
“I’m married to a Fed, being on time is against the rules. You’re here now and it was one heck of a greeting. ”
Jensen smirked, sheer unholy and pornographic “Well that’s the informal christening ceremony completed We should probably get back for the unveiling of the plaque. Wouldn’t do for the architect to miss that.”
***
They arrived in the lobby, a little breathless with a pink flush to their cheeks. They dashed past Mackenzie to reach the stage in time. She raised one eyebrow as she knowingly looked them up and down. The Mayor was finishing his speech and Jensen subtly reached over to smooth his husband’s hair before Jared accepted the formal handshake for the press photographers. The curtain was pulled to celebrate the opening of the radical new dementia center, a crowning jewel for the Hospital.
Jensen sipped his Appletiser slowly and mingled while Jared was pulled from one press interview to another. Megan and Mackenzie gossiped, plotting ways to tease their brothers, Beth Farra discussed the merits of off shore banking with JD and Donna and Alan Ackles returned from a tour of the building, oohing and aahing over the design.
Jared wandered back to them sipping champagne from a tall flute glass and Jensen wondered for a brief moment when it had become comfortable to be around alcohol. Alan Ackles greeted Jared with a bear hug. “The building is fantastic Jay. When will your own home be ready?”
Jensen answered for him. “We should be moving in during the next few weeks Pa. We wanted Jared to get this out of the way first.”
JD had moved into their group “Well you know everyone is waiting for an invite to that California beach house.”
“Hey. You’re supposed to be looking after Madison House for me.”
“and I will but it doesn’t mean I can’t have a holiday.”
Jared spoke more seriously “How is Kate? Do you think she’d be given a pass to visit?”
“She’s doing good, all things considered. Maybe not yet, but we get out together for short visits. She sends her best wishes. She still thinks sending her love feels awkward in the circumstances. She’s seen the pictures of this place in the architectural magazines and is so impressed. She‘s got your drawings of the beach house up on her wall too, she thinks it‘s inspired. So it’s good and we’re good.” JD smiled and sipped at his drink. “You two go mingle. Everyone wants pictures of you.”
They smiled and posed for the press. Jared laughed at their jokes, throwing back his head, neck stretched, mouth in a joyous wide smile and hazel eyes glittering with life. It reminded his husband of the very first time he had seen him, from the window of his new apartment in Madison House. He drank in the sight and thought, he's mine. He stood straight by Jared's side, no need for a cane following successful surgery the year before. He was reserved but proud, his gold-green eyes focused only on Jared, his fingers entwined with the larger hand. Jared caught his eye and smiled at him. A blazing grin just for him, the man he loved, the one who had kept him close when he'd only known how to run, the one who completed him.
A photographer yelled for them to kiss and they obliged. Jared placed his hands on the older man’s waist and pulled him in close. Jensen clasped his hands behind his husband’s neck and pulled him down for a sweet, loving kiss. Eyes locked, they lost themselves in each other while the cameras flashed and clicked.
The photograph of that moment, which was published the next day, glowed with the love of a couple who had fought the worst of life together and won. They were survivors, not victims.
The End
Future timestamp: The Silent Space Between Us
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Lia (Cheebles) is still with me for help & support for which I am very grateful (hugs)
Two Years Later
Jensen was late. Jared fiddled with the platinum band around his finger and swapped pleasantries with the guests and local dignitaries. His unruly mop of hair had been smoothed to a shine and styled. His suit was cut to his figure, his shirt was understated bright white cotton and his smile matched. He waved at his safety officer, across the room but the bitch-face Steve’s wife was pulling warned him away from approaching. Man, the final night of the project had been fun, but they‘d all got a little shit-faced. How photographs of Steve, baring his all, in a public fountain, had got on the internet nobody could quite explain. His spouse was unamused and gunning for all of them.
A man caught his eye through the milling crowd. He was eyeing him lustfully, gaze low on the cut of his pants. He strode up to the architect purposefully and spoke in a low growl that only the Jared heard. “First floor. Gents toilets. Five minutes.” Jared watched the firm ass as he strode away and imagined the body beneath the smart grey Italian suit. He excused himself in three minutes and weaved through the chattering guests and waiters with plates of snacks. He could feel himself getting hard, his cock straining at the crotch of his pants. He swung the door of the toilets open and peered in. He felt a firm grip as a hand grabbed at his arm and swung him face first to the wall. A warm mouth sucked on the back of his neck, hot breath huffing deliciously over sensitive nerve endings.
“You’re so horny. Want me to fuck you right here don’t you?” He heard a zipper being opened and a hard length pressed against his ass, rubbing against him through his pants. A hand snaked around and grabbed at his crotch, caressing it and cupping at his covered balls. He groaned and pushed up against the touch. He tipped his neck to allow access to the wet-hot lips that laved at his neck and tongued at his ear. “Want me to fuck you hard and fast right here. Want me ride you bareback don’t you?”
Jared groaned “Mmm. Oh yeah.Yeah.”
Deft fingers unbuckled his belt and pushed his boxers and pants to his ankles. The cold slide of lube around his puckered hole made him shiver with excitement and he bucked against the long fingers as they pushed into him, working the muscle and opening him wide. Teeth nipped at his ear as blunt pressure forced him open. The burn of the intrusion and the fast slide of hot cock made him whimper with pleasure-pain and the sudden friction against his prostate had him crying out loud. “Fuck yes. There. There. Again, do it again.” He levered his arms against the wall, pressing back as the man ground into him hard, filling him, fast and greedy.
Jared took his own cock in his hand and felt it being slapped away. “Didn’t say you could.” He moaned in frustration and two fingers slid into his mouth. He sucked on them, licking and slurping at them. He was panting heavily now and sweat was trickling down the small of his back. The pace became uneven, the thrusts deep and hard, he felt the balls draw up and the splash of hot come inside him. He clenched his muscle around the softening length, holding on to the sensation for as long as he could.
The man withdrew and he heard the rustle of tissue, as he was cleaned. The tissue was rolled in a ball and expertly thrown in the bin. Gentle hands gripped his forearms and span him around. He felt the slide of hot lips on his own and a tongue forced between his teeth. They kissed greedily, tongues battling and tangling as buttons loosened and his shirt pushed up. He felt the suction on his lower lip and then the mouth kissed it’s way firmly down his chest, sucking at his nipples, licking at his ribs and his hips and finally sucking the tip of his shaft in, and swirling a worshipping tongue around it and dipping into the slit, licking at the precome. The tongue trailed down his length and around his balls before the sinful pink lips swallowed him down, deep into the throat. Emerald eyes gazed wickedly up at him and he came, shooting his load into that hot and welcoming, wet cavern. “Nngh. Fuck. Oh Christ.”
He felt the kitten licks as he was cleaned. His trousers were carefully pulled back and his shirt tucked in.
“Sorry I’m late Baby.” Jensen pressed him up against the wall and kissed him, open mouthed, salty and passionate. It felt perfect between them.
“I’m married to a Fed, being on time is against the rules. You’re here now and it was one heck of a greeting. ”
Jensen smirked, sheer unholy and pornographic “Well that’s the informal christening ceremony completed We should probably get back for the unveiling of the plaque. Wouldn’t do for the architect to miss that.”
***
They arrived in the lobby, a little breathless with a pink flush to their cheeks. They dashed past Mackenzie to reach the stage in time. She raised one eyebrow as she knowingly looked them up and down. The Mayor was finishing his speech and Jensen subtly reached over to smooth his husband’s hair before Jared accepted the formal handshake for the press photographers. The curtain was pulled to celebrate the opening of the radical new dementia center, a crowning jewel for the Hospital.
Jensen sipped his Appletiser slowly and mingled while Jared was pulled from one press interview to another. Megan and Mackenzie gossiped, plotting ways to tease their brothers, Beth Farra discussed the merits of off shore banking with JD and Donna and Alan Ackles returned from a tour of the building, oohing and aahing over the design.
Jared wandered back to them sipping champagne from a tall flute glass and Jensen wondered for a brief moment when it had become comfortable to be around alcohol. Alan Ackles greeted Jared with a bear hug. “The building is fantastic Jay. When will your own home be ready?”
Jensen answered for him. “We should be moving in during the next few weeks Pa. We wanted Jared to get this out of the way first.”
JD had moved into their group “Well you know everyone is waiting for an invite to that California beach house.”
“Hey. You’re supposed to be looking after Madison House for me.”
“and I will but it doesn’t mean I can’t have a holiday.”
Jared spoke more seriously “How is Kate? Do you think she’d be given a pass to visit?”
“She’s doing good, all things considered. Maybe not yet, but we get out together for short visits. She sends her best wishes. She still thinks sending her love feels awkward in the circumstances. She’s seen the pictures of this place in the architectural magazines and is so impressed. She‘s got your drawings of the beach house up on her wall too, she thinks it‘s inspired. So it’s good and we’re good.” JD smiled and sipped at his drink. “You two go mingle. Everyone wants pictures of you.”
They smiled and posed for the press. Jared laughed at their jokes, throwing back his head, neck stretched, mouth in a joyous wide smile and hazel eyes glittering with life. It reminded his husband of the very first time he had seen him, from the window of his new apartment in Madison House. He drank in the sight and thought, he's mine. He stood straight by Jared's side, no need for a cane following successful surgery the year before. He was reserved but proud, his gold-green eyes focused only on Jared, his fingers entwined with the larger hand. Jared caught his eye and smiled at him. A blazing grin just for him, the man he loved, the one who had kept him close when he'd only known how to run, the one who completed him.
A photographer yelled for them to kiss and they obliged. Jared placed his hands on the older man’s waist and pulled him in close. Jensen clasped his hands behind his husband’s neck and pulled him down for a sweet, loving kiss. Eyes locked, they lost themselves in each other while the cameras flashed and clicked.
The photograph of that moment, which was published the next day, glowed with the love of a couple who had fought the worst of life together and won. They were survivors, not victims.
The End
Future timestamp: The Silent Space Between Us