HOUSE OF BROKEN SOULS Part 33
Warnings: This Chapter: Sexually explicit content. Slight d/s themes 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)
The smell was amazing. Jensen reached around Jared’s waist to hug him. “Wow. You can cook too. What is that?”
“That would be a simple risotto with a garden salad. There’s some drinks in the cooler if you want to open them for me.”
“I’ll just stick to something without alcohol. Have you got juice?”
“It’s all alcohol-free.” Jared reddened a little “I thought it was for the best.”
“Thanks.” He set about pouring it into glasses at the table which was set simply with a colorful cloth and a small arrangement of flowers.
Jared stirred the rice and grated parmesan cheese. He looked thoughtful. “I heard you were doing good with the no drinking thing. Sort of strange that you were at Milligan’s.”
“I met a friend there.” He wasn’t exactly lying thought Jensen.
He served the rice dish beside the salad, dressing it with a sprinkle of parsley. “Boyfriend?”
“Sort of, a recent ex.”
“So I’m your rebound then?”
Jensen took the plates from him and placed them on the table. He ran his hand through Jared’s hair, flicking stray strands over his ears. “No, he was the rebound from you. I just came to my senses.”
“So, the thing about us not being exclusive. Are you seeing someone else?”
“No. Why would I do that?” He took Jared’s hands and placed them on his own waist, standing chest to chest with him.
“I thought, well, why else would you say it?”
“I don’t want you to feel trapped. I would understand.”
Jared considered it for a moment, then dipped in for a brief kiss, sweet and deep. “I was wondering if we could make us exclusive.”
“Yes. Of course. Hell yes, Jay. If that’s what you want, we can.”
They ate dinner and talked about music, sport and TV. They laughed and teased each other, never awkward or short in the conversation. They cleared the dishes and cleaned them in unison, falling into the tasks as if they’d always shared them. Jensen looked at Jared as he waved his arms in animated conversation, we fit, he thought.
Jared placed dishes in his cupboard and turned to see the quieter man looking absently into middle distance with a faint smile on his lips. We can do this, he thought.
“Where’s Harley and Sadie?” Jensen called from the corner of living room floor where he was inspecting Jared’s dvd collection.
“I bribed Jo to take them. They ruin my respectable chef image.“ he laughed. “She’ll be looking after them this weekend too. Where exactly are we going ? What do I need to wear?” He took a running leap at the couch and landed comfortably on it.
“It’s at a country club near Richardson, Dallas.”
“Huh.”
“Why huh?”
“It was where I lived when I was at UT. I mean I knew you had the accent and all but I didn’t figure the same town, y’know.”
“Born and bred.” Jensen was proud. “As for dress-code, Mac wouldn’t let Mama turn it into black-tie, so any of the suits I’ve seen on you would do very nicely.” he raised an eyebrow “Mind, if you wear that black pinstripe, no-one can blame me if it doesn’t stay on you for very long.”
“I might choose to tease you Jen.”
“Mmm please. Now concentrate. Favorite movie.”
“Good Will Hunting. It’s on the far right, but why?”
“Because that’s what we’re going to watch.” He picked up the case and opened it, huffing on the dvd and wiping it carefully on the soft fabric of his T shirt, revealing a thin sliver of creamy flesh. He placed it in the player and it slid into the machinery with a quiet whirr.
“I thought…”
Jensen sat himself down astride Jared’s thighs, facing him and pushed him into the soft cushions, by his shoulders. He bent his lips to kiss the end of his nose and then peppered small kisses over the whole of his face and his jaw line. His green eyes watched Jared’s. “Sshh, we’re taking it slow, remember? I know what you thought, but since we’re dating, I am going to watch what you like and learn more about you. If in the process we happen to make-out on the couch, then that is a risk I’m willing to take.” He slid off Jared’s legs to curl into the corner of the couch. The film title rolled and Jared moved to lie his legs on the couch, his head resting against Jensen’s chest. Jensen rested his arm around him and smiled.
They made love on the couch, much later, hands roaming over each others' flesh, lips wet, sweat-slick skin slipping against each other, burning heat between them as Jensen buried himself in Jared, pushing deep into him, over and again. Jared squirmed and shouted and begged and Jensen whispered obscenities of all the things he wanted to do, into the shell of his ear. He nipped at the flesh of his neck, worrying the spot with his tongue to leave faint purple marks. Jay licked the dark nub of his nipples, sucking and tonguing at them, running his fingers across his chest, then reaching to pull and knead at Jensen’s ass cheeks. Jensen tensed as he came shouting Jared’s name. He pulled out slowly and gently and scooted down the firm sweat-slippery flesh. Jared tore a packet and handed him a condom and Jensen rolled it on Jared’s straining cock using just his mouth “Jesus fucking Christ, much more of that and you’ll be too late Jen.” Jensen sucked him into his mouth, licking over the tip and he came into the condom, arching his back upwards. Jensen rested his head on the firm stomach of his lover, panting slightly and licking his lips.
“You’re fucking amazing Jay.” he said.
Jared curled his fingers on his head, worrying at his sweat-dampened hair. "Earlier, when you didn't question if I could be exclusive in a relationship, thanks for that. I know how it seems with me."
Jensen didn't answer, just nuzzled close and kissed his navel.
They dozed awhile, comfortable together but sweat cooled and they woke sticky with each other. “Should get a shower.” Jared muttered. “My shower,” Jared breathed lustily into Jensen’s ear. “My shower has plenty of room for two.”
“Mmm, you’ll have to grab me a cloth. Showers without rails are problematic, too slippery for me.”
Jared traced a finger up Jensen’s leg and rested his hand gently over the scarred knee. “What did this?”
“It got crushed.”
“At the same time as this?” he asked, his fingers softly following the scar on his back.
“Yeah. Same time. Same person.”
“Is it going to get better? Will you always need a cane?”
“Does it bother you that you’re dating a cripple?”
Jared stopped the movement of his hand and reached to tip Jensen’s chin up so he was looking into his eyes. “Don’t ever call yourself that. As far as I can tell there’s nothing important you can’t do.” his grin was filthy. He resumed stroking his hand up the freckled back. “Will it ever get better so you don’t need the cane?”
“There’s surgery that can be performed on my knee but it will never be perfect. There’s still a bullet in my back because it’s lodged awkwardly. There was a risk of complete paralysis in my legs if they tried to move it straight away. It’s gradually moving itself in the right direction so eventually I may get it removed. I planned to get them done together, couldn’t face more surgery than necessary. Hurts like the devil some days.”
“What you’re doing, the case you’re working on. Is it related?”
“We haven’t caught him yet. It’s ongoing and there’s reasons I can’t talk about it. Things we don’t want leaked.”
“It must be hard. Keeping it to yourself.”
“There’s Misha and Chad, the rest of the team too. It’s not so bad. I used to tell Tom everything but I should have kept it at work. Shouldn’t have told him.”
Jared rubbed his hand reassuringly over Jensen’s back. “What happened to Tom?”
“Same person, killed him, mostly to punish me.” He was matter of fact, he didn’t find it so hard to tell Jared. Maybe time did dull the pain or perhaps it was just Jared who made it easier. There was silence and Jared continued to stroke his skin tenderly. “I can’t imagine it. You know if you ever want to talk, if you can, I’m here.”
“I know.”
“Hang on. If the person who did this is still out there, are you in any danger?”
“No. I don’t think so. He got what he wanted from me. It’s over for me.”
“Good.” Jared nodded. “That’s good, not that he’s still out there, but that you’re safe.”
“When we visit, I might take some time, take some flowers, if you don’t mind.”
“You want company?”
“No, just me.”
“No, okay, it’s good, fine. I should probably look someone up too. It’s not like I get there often.” he laughed nervously. “Well that was a mood killer, sorry.”
Jensen frowned “Jay, it’s not a mood killer, it’s talking. It’s good. The sex is incredible with you and I love it, but I like being with you, getting to know each other. It’s just as important Baby. Now go take a shower before you collect your mutts. Do you want me to stay tonight or go?”
Jared rubbed a hand through his hair and scratched at his chin “Um, I’d prefer to go to sleep on my own. It’s just it’s my bed. It’s complicated. I did enjoy it last night, don’t think I didn’t and it was good this morning, I was fine, honestly. If you want though..”
He felt fingers pressing against his lips “Sshh. Baby sshh. We’re dating, it’s not compulsory, it’s not even usual on a second date. Don’t ever go to bed with me because you find it hard to say no. I’m serious, I worry about your ability to say no. There will be times when I think you want something and I’ll tell you to do it but in the end it’s always your choice. Don’t you ever say yes when you mean no. Please tell me you understand.”
Jared nodded slowly, his hazel eyes turned to him, his face scrunched slightly. “OK, yeah. Will you stay a while, after I shower?”
Jensen growled playfully, “Baby I need a goodnight kiss before I go.”
Continued in Part 34 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/10165.html
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)
The smell was amazing. Jensen reached around Jared’s waist to hug him. “Wow. You can cook too. What is that?”
“That would be a simple risotto with a garden salad. There’s some drinks in the cooler if you want to open them for me.”
“I’ll just stick to something without alcohol. Have you got juice?”
“It’s all alcohol-free.” Jared reddened a little “I thought it was for the best.”
“Thanks.” He set about pouring it into glasses at the table which was set simply with a colorful cloth and a small arrangement of flowers.
Jared stirred the rice and grated parmesan cheese. He looked thoughtful. “I heard you were doing good with the no drinking thing. Sort of strange that you were at Milligan’s.”
“I met a friend there.” He wasn’t exactly lying thought Jensen.
He served the rice dish beside the salad, dressing it with a sprinkle of parsley. “Boyfriend?”
“Sort of, a recent ex.”
“So I’m your rebound then?”
Jensen took the plates from him and placed them on the table. He ran his hand through Jared’s hair, flicking stray strands over his ears. “No, he was the rebound from you. I just came to my senses.”
“So, the thing about us not being exclusive. Are you seeing someone else?”
“No. Why would I do that?” He took Jared’s hands and placed them on his own waist, standing chest to chest with him.
“I thought, well, why else would you say it?”
“I don’t want you to feel trapped. I would understand.”
Jared considered it for a moment, then dipped in for a brief kiss, sweet and deep. “I was wondering if we could make us exclusive.”
“Yes. Of course. Hell yes, Jay. If that’s what you want, we can.”
They ate dinner and talked about music, sport and TV. They laughed and teased each other, never awkward or short in the conversation. They cleared the dishes and cleaned them in unison, falling into the tasks as if they’d always shared them. Jensen looked at Jared as he waved his arms in animated conversation, we fit, he thought.
Jared placed dishes in his cupboard and turned to see the quieter man looking absently into middle distance with a faint smile on his lips. We can do this, he thought.
“Where’s Harley and Sadie?” Jensen called from the corner of living room floor where he was inspecting Jared’s dvd collection.
“I bribed Jo to take them. They ruin my respectable chef image.“ he laughed. “She’ll be looking after them this weekend too. Where exactly are we going ? What do I need to wear?” He took a running leap at the couch and landed comfortably on it.
“It’s at a country club near Richardson, Dallas.”
“Huh.”
“Why huh?”
“It was where I lived when I was at UT. I mean I knew you had the accent and all but I didn’t figure the same town, y’know.”
“Born and bred.” Jensen was proud. “As for dress-code, Mac wouldn’t let Mama turn it into black-tie, so any of the suits I’ve seen on you would do very nicely.” he raised an eyebrow “Mind, if you wear that black pinstripe, no-one can blame me if it doesn’t stay on you for very long.”
“I might choose to tease you Jen.”
“Mmm please. Now concentrate. Favorite movie.”
“Good Will Hunting. It’s on the far right, but why?”
“Because that’s what we’re going to watch.” He picked up the case and opened it, huffing on the dvd and wiping it carefully on the soft fabric of his T shirt, revealing a thin sliver of creamy flesh. He placed it in the player and it slid into the machinery with a quiet whirr.
“I thought…”
Jensen sat himself down astride Jared’s thighs, facing him and pushed him into the soft cushions, by his shoulders. He bent his lips to kiss the end of his nose and then peppered small kisses over the whole of his face and his jaw line. His green eyes watched Jared’s. “Sshh, we’re taking it slow, remember? I know what you thought, but since we’re dating, I am going to watch what you like and learn more about you. If in the process we happen to make-out on the couch, then that is a risk I’m willing to take.” He slid off Jared’s legs to curl into the corner of the couch. The film title rolled and Jared moved to lie his legs on the couch, his head resting against Jensen’s chest. Jensen rested his arm around him and smiled.
They made love on the couch, much later, hands roaming over each others' flesh, lips wet, sweat-slick skin slipping against each other, burning heat between them as Jensen buried himself in Jared, pushing deep into him, over and again. Jared squirmed and shouted and begged and Jensen whispered obscenities of all the things he wanted to do, into the shell of his ear. He nipped at the flesh of his neck, worrying the spot with his tongue to leave faint purple marks. Jay licked the dark nub of his nipples, sucking and tonguing at them, running his fingers across his chest, then reaching to pull and knead at Jensen’s ass cheeks. Jensen tensed as he came shouting Jared’s name. He pulled out slowly and gently and scooted down the firm sweat-slippery flesh. Jared tore a packet and handed him a condom and Jensen rolled it on Jared’s straining cock using just his mouth “Jesus fucking Christ, much more of that and you’ll be too late Jen.” Jensen sucked him into his mouth, licking over the tip and he came into the condom, arching his back upwards. Jensen rested his head on the firm stomach of his lover, panting slightly and licking his lips.
“You’re fucking amazing Jay.” he said.
Jared curled his fingers on his head, worrying at his sweat-dampened hair. "Earlier, when you didn't question if I could be exclusive in a relationship, thanks for that. I know how it seems with me."
Jensen didn't answer, just nuzzled close and kissed his navel.
They dozed awhile, comfortable together but sweat cooled and they woke sticky with each other. “Should get a shower.” Jared muttered. “My shower,” Jared breathed lustily into Jensen’s ear. “My shower has plenty of room for two.”
“Mmm, you’ll have to grab me a cloth. Showers without rails are problematic, too slippery for me.”
Jared traced a finger up Jensen’s leg and rested his hand gently over the scarred knee. “What did this?”
“It got crushed.”
“At the same time as this?” he asked, his fingers softly following the scar on his back.
“Yeah. Same time. Same person.”
“Is it going to get better? Will you always need a cane?”
“Does it bother you that you’re dating a cripple?”
Jared stopped the movement of his hand and reached to tip Jensen’s chin up so he was looking into his eyes. “Don’t ever call yourself that. As far as I can tell there’s nothing important you can’t do.” his grin was filthy. He resumed stroking his hand up the freckled back. “Will it ever get better so you don’t need the cane?”
“There’s surgery that can be performed on my knee but it will never be perfect. There’s still a bullet in my back because it’s lodged awkwardly. There was a risk of complete paralysis in my legs if they tried to move it straight away. It’s gradually moving itself in the right direction so eventually I may get it removed. I planned to get them done together, couldn’t face more surgery than necessary. Hurts like the devil some days.”
“What you’re doing, the case you’re working on. Is it related?”
“We haven’t caught him yet. It’s ongoing and there’s reasons I can’t talk about it. Things we don’t want leaked.”
“It must be hard. Keeping it to yourself.”
“There’s Misha and Chad, the rest of the team too. It’s not so bad. I used to tell Tom everything but I should have kept it at work. Shouldn’t have told him.”
Jared rubbed his hand reassuringly over Jensen’s back. “What happened to Tom?”
“Same person, killed him, mostly to punish me.” He was matter of fact, he didn’t find it so hard to tell Jared. Maybe time did dull the pain or perhaps it was just Jared who made it easier. There was silence and Jared continued to stroke his skin tenderly. “I can’t imagine it. You know if you ever want to talk, if you can, I’m here.”
“I know.”
“Hang on. If the person who did this is still out there, are you in any danger?”
“No. I don’t think so. He got what he wanted from me. It’s over for me.”
“Good.” Jared nodded. “That’s good, not that he’s still out there, but that you’re safe.”
“When we visit, I might take some time, take some flowers, if you don’t mind.”
“You want company?”
“No, just me.”
“No, okay, it’s good, fine. I should probably look someone up too. It’s not like I get there often.” he laughed nervously. “Well that was a mood killer, sorry.”
Jensen frowned “Jay, it’s not a mood killer, it’s talking. It’s good. The sex is incredible with you and I love it, but I like being with you, getting to know each other. It’s just as important Baby. Now go take a shower before you collect your mutts. Do you want me to stay tonight or go?”
Jared rubbed a hand through his hair and scratched at his chin “Um, I’d prefer to go to sleep on my own. It’s just it’s my bed. It’s complicated. I did enjoy it last night, don’t think I didn’t and it was good this morning, I was fine, honestly. If you want though..”
He felt fingers pressing against his lips “Sshh. Baby sshh. We’re dating, it’s not compulsory, it’s not even usual on a second date. Don’t ever go to bed with me because you find it hard to say no. I’m serious, I worry about your ability to say no. There will be times when I think you want something and I’ll tell you to do it but in the end it’s always your choice. Don’t you ever say yes when you mean no. Please tell me you understand.”
Jared nodded slowly, his hazel eyes turned to him, his face scrunched slightly. “OK, yeah. Will you stay a while, after I shower?”
Jensen growled playfully, “Baby I need a goodnight kiss before I go.”
Continued in Part 34 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/10165.html