Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [33/?]
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Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (33/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult..ish
Wordcount: 2,716
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
It was just after dinner when Jared headed off to the garage alone. Jeff saw him go and got up himself, heading to the door for his jacket. Stevie obviously knew what was going on as she said nothing about it, but Jensen couldn't remember them saying they were going out. He asked where they were headed.
"Me and Jay are off to the cemetery," Jeff told him. "I don't reckon it's something you need to do, at least not this year, but the boy'll probably need you when we get back."
Jensen swallowed and nodded without a word. Jeff went outside and he heard him starting the car up. He'd forgotten all about it, despite Jared having mentioned it. It was a surprise to him how easy it was to forget that this wasn't Jared's real family at all - that none of them were related by blood.
The door opened again and he looked around, puzzled to see Jared there looking over at him. "What's up?"
"Changed my mind. Come with me?"
Jensen nodded again, getting up, and Jared waited while he pulled some boots on and grabbed a jacket. He followed him out to the car and Jared let him sit in the front seat while he sprawled in the back of the car on his own. The drive over to the cemetery was taken in silence.
Jared hung back with Jensen when they arrived, letting Jeffrey go in first. It must have been normal for him to do this, Jensen figured, because still no words were spoken. The cemetery itself was out of town; quiet and beautiful, even on a cold day like today was. Jensen glanced around at the other headstones, his mind wandering. He wasn't sure why Jared wanted him here. After all, he had no experience with this kind of thing. The closest he'd got was a school trip to a war memorial, way back when he was a junior.
He noticed movement on a path that ran parallel to the one they were stood waiting on and realized with a start that they weren't the only ones there. There was a young family, too, huddled around a small headstone that Jensen knew must belong to a child. He felt his throat close up a little bit and looked away, hating that he felt like an intruder here. He looked up at Jared instead, and found him gazing off into the distance, his breath clouding in front of him each time he exhaled.
Hunching down into his jacket, Jensen squeezed his hands together and shuddered with the cold. That was when Jared reached out with one arm and wrapped it around him, pulling him against his side.
"Are you okay?" Jared asked.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"Hey, I'm good. This'll be fine."
"Can I ask you something?"
"You want to know why I asked you to come with me?" Jared asked, looking round and down at him. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of Jensen's head. "Wanted to show my mom this wonderful guy that's come into my life. That's all."
After another five minutes, Jeffrey returned. He went to wait in the car, patting Jared's shoulder as he went past. Jensen stayed by Jared's side as they made their way to the headstone. It looked like Jeffrey had cleared it up while he'd been there and Jensen stood awkwardly as Jared crouched down and reached out, running his fingertips over the indents in the stone that carved out his mother's name. He could already feel a hard lump rising in his throat and he swallowed it down. Jared hadn't invited him to let him stand there and cry. He'd invited him for a little extra strength.
"Hey, mom," he heard Jared say, his voice, though quiet, breaking the stillness around the grave. "So... It's kind of been an interesting year."
Jensen had never got this. Talking to someone who wasn't there. He'd seen his grandma do it and it made him feel uncomfortable. That it was something that was so against the grain to what he expected from Jared just made that feeling about ten times worse. Jared must have known what he was thinking because he looked up at him then, showed him a sad smile.
"She listens to me, Jen. It's okay if you don't want to say anything, or even if you don't believe that, but she listens. Last year I told her that life was getting too difficult." He turned away again and Jensen didn't know what to say to that. "Told her I was done, that I just needed help. Someone to understand."
"What about Jeff?" Jensen asked, in almost a whisper.
"Truth be told, I think he was about ready to give up on me that last time. One more lot of trouble, he'd have stopped bailing me out."
Jensen nodded, lost for words.
"But then Jensen comes along," Jared continued, speaking to his mom's gravestone again. "Pretty much saves me."
"It was the other way around," Jensen murmured.
"So I don't need to ask for anything this year, mom. I just wanted you to know that I'm okay. Be a hell of a lot more okay if you were still here, but I guess if you were still here then everything'd be different, huh?"
Jensen watched him press his hand to the stone, digging his fingers in so hard that the ends turned white. Jared was quiet for nearly a full minute, his head bowed, the hair not contained in his wool cap hanging in front of his eyes.
"Love you, mom," he said, finally. "Miss you too."
Jensen reached down, rested a hand on his shoulder. He figured Jared was about ready to go and he stood back to let the other man get to his feet. He looked paler than he had, his eyes shining, but Jared would later tell him that it hadn't been as hard as it usually was. He pulled Jensen into his arms right there, kissed his cheek.
"Thanks for coming with," he told him. "Sometime soon I'm gonna tell you everything about her. So you'll know."
"Thank you," was all he could say in answer.
The garage, normally a health hazard anyway with Jay's 'projects' scattered all over, was absolutely crammed. Jensen carefully picked his way through the furniture that had been moved out of the house for the party and got one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder. He tilted his head back just in time to see a bright red sweatshirt falling towards him.
"Oh, shit! Man, I didn't see you!"
"It's okay, Jay, it's just a sweater. What're you up to?"
"Getting into my costume for the party. Are you ready yet?"
"Not exactly. I wanted to wait until you were done. Don't want to spoil the surprise."
"Can't believe you're holding out on me with this," Jay said, leaning over the side so he was looking down at Jensen. "You're a real son of a bitch, you know that?"
"Don't let my mother hear you say that," Jensen warned. "And she might, since she's here now. That's what I came in to tell you. Thought I'd warn you in case Kenzie-"
"Jensen!" The squeal cut him off and Jensen just had time to turn around before his little sister was crashing into him, wrapping her arms tight around his body.
"Give a guy some warning, girl!" Jensen scolded, hugging her back before extricating himself from her embrace. "And some privacy would be great. Jay's still getting ready. And, no, you can't see. Go on inside and ask Jeff for a drink."
"Okay... Chris just got here too, with Dani. He looks really cute."
"Yeah, and he's taken. And way too old for you, go on!"
Reluctantly, Kenzie gave in and went back inside the house. When he turned back, Jared was on his way down. Jensen stood back and gaped at him.
"Catchin' flies?" Jared asked, turning to face him once his feet were on the floor. He wore green scrubs, a stethoscope around his neck, and his chunky boots on his feet.
"You make a hot doctor," Jensen told him, lifting one hand to pull Jared's collar away from his skin slightly. There was nothing under the scrubs top but skin. "You won't get cold?"
"There'll be too many people to get cold. Where've you been, anyway?"
Jensen smiled, backed up a step. "Fetching my costume, running an errand. And if you go inside the house then I'll get changed that much quicker."
"Still playing secrets, huh?" At Jensen's nod, Jared gave up. "Fine, fine. Just don't be too long. You got me all worked up and if you make me wait I might just go crazy!"
"Jay, you already are."
Tutting, Jared dropped a kiss on Jensen's lips and headed inside the house, shutting the garage door behind him. It dulled the music only slightly, but Jensen was glad for the privacy. He went back to the bag which he had hidden behind the sofa and pulled out the main part of his costume, stretching and straightening the feathers out. He didn't know what the hell had possessed him to go for this costume, but there was no way he was backing out now. Not when he'd been winding Jared up about it for almost a full week.
Checking the door to the kitchen was locked, he stripped off to his shorts and pulled on the ripped pale blue jeans that his little sister had suggested. He peeled off the tape that was covering his right nipple and gently fingered the bar that was now stuck through it. He'd been told he'd have to be careful with it and keep it clean, though he'd leave it up to Jared to tell him whether or not that meant they couldn't have a little fun with it. Right now, he thought, it would probably sting too much. But at least Jared could look and, hopefully, be surprised.
Almost as surprised as his mom would be, probably.
Unfastening the straps that crossed over his arms and behind his back to hold the wings in place, Jensen smiled to himself at that thought. Yeah, his mom was going to be very surprised. The wings were bigger than he thought they'd be, too. And a lot more real-looking. They were soft, and a clean and brilliant white, and Jensen had a hard time adjusting to the weight of them on his body. He reached one hand back and stroked along the outside edge of one of them experimentally, but they didn't seem as fragile as he'd thought they would be. They'd probably put up with what the night would bring.
He'd considered going the whole night barefoot, but he knew that Jeff planned to let off some fireworks out front come the turn of the New Year, so he gave in and put on the heavy biker boots that Jeff and Stevie had bought for him.
The house was packed fit to bursting when Jensen opened the door to the kitchen and peeked his head around. He couldn't see Jared at all, although he saw a few people he did know. Trevor was there in some kind of bright pink costume that was mostly lycra, sequins and feathers, false tits securely in place. Eric was out there too, not in costume, sat in a corner with a bottle of JD talking to a middle-aged woman that Jensen assumed must be a friend of Jeff's. He could see Kenzie, looking like she felt completely out of place amongst all these people that were far older than she was, and he could see his mom and Stevie hanging out near the bar area, pouring out some drinks and laughing together.
He was glad his mom had made it. Even felt kind of horribly pleased when she'd told him exactly what she'd said to Alan before coming out. A little guilty, maybe, but mostly pleased.
"Jen!" He looked up, found Chris making his way through the people towards him. He stopped short, let out a low whistle. Jensen realized that his friend was staring at his chest. "Holy shit, look at you."
"Thanks, man. Digging the hair."
Chris ran his fingers through the shoulder-length wig, red and black locks falling between his fingers. "Think Dani kind of likes it, too. You seen her?"
Jensen smiled mischievously as Dani grabbed Chris from behind right then, startling him. "Have now. Nice costume, girl."
Dani, in a tight firefighter outfit, laughed at the compliment, her eyes sparkling. "You too, Jen. Very nice."
"Boyfriend standing right here," Chris reminded her, and she rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek hard.
"Doesn't stop me looking, Chris. Has Jared seen it yet?"
"Not yet. You guys know where he went?"
"I think he's outside helping Jeff set things up ready for later."
"Okay, cool. I'll wait till he comes back in. Meantime I'd better go talk to Kenzie. She's looking a little lost."
Jensen was with his little sister still when Jared came back into the house. He noticed, because Kenzie's eyes went wide and then she hopped from one foot to another and nervously excused herself. Frowning, Jensen looked around to see what she'd seen just as Jared got to him.
"Christ, Jensen," Jared breathed, looking him up and down. His gaze lingered on the new piercing and he licked his lips as he stared. "Fuck." He leaned in close, kissing Jensen's neck and muttering against his ear. "Wanna take you back in that garage and ruffle your feathers right the fuck now."
"Yeah?" Jensen asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes."
"You're gonna have to wait."
Jared moved back, biting his lip for a moment. "Don't think I can."
"Think you're gonna have to," Jensen told him again, pressing his palm flat against Jared's chest. "So you'd better try and keep yourself under control."
Jared just gaped at him, like he couldn't believe that Jensen had the balls to deny him. Jensen felt a slight twitch at the thought, but didn't relent. As much as he wanted to, it would be unfair on Jeff if they both skipped out on the party now and came back all fucked out and exhausted. He wanted to stay awake to see the New Year in with his friends and family. He wanted to kiss Jared at the stroke of midnight and maybe get a little drunk and go to bed at some stupid hour of the morning. He wanted to have Jared fuck him in the small hours of a new day and then just pass out for ten or eleven hours.
Jared still wanted to argue, though. And, Jensen had to admit as he agreed to 'at least a blowjob in the bathroom', he was pretty damned good at it.
He'd heard Jeffrey yelling something that probably made even his mom blush as he'd headed upstairs after Jared, but right now it was worth it. He had his hands pressed flat against the tile wall as he leaned the rest of his body away from it, making sure the wings didn't get crushed. Jay was knelt in front of him, his fingers pressing into the backs of Jensen's already weak knees as he sucked down his cock.
"Fuck, Jay... Can't..."
Jared let him go, scraping his teeth over Jensen's thigh and looking up at him as he brought one hand round to keep stroking his dick. "Yeah, you can. You gotta. I want to swallow every last drop and then every time I kiss you, all you'll taste is this..." He trailed off, grinning as Jensen moaned and closed his eyes. He let his head tip back, groaning loudly when Jared's mouth closed over him again.
When Jared's hand slid up the back of his thigh, he couldn't stop himself. He breathed in sharp and came, coating Jared's throat with it. He could feel him swallowing and whimpered, his fingers sliding down the tile as he tried to collapse on top of the other man. Jared held him up though, keeping him on his feet, and didn't let go until he stopped trembling.
--TBC--
(In case anyone misses it, Adorable just posted a pic of Jensen's costume here. :D)
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (33/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult..ish
Wordcount: 2,716
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
It was just after dinner when Jared headed off to the garage alone. Jeff saw him go and got up himself, heading to the door for his jacket. Stevie obviously knew what was going on as she said nothing about it, but Jensen couldn't remember them saying they were going out. He asked where they were headed.
"Me and Jay are off to the cemetery," Jeff told him. "I don't reckon it's something you need to do, at least not this year, but the boy'll probably need you when we get back."
Jensen swallowed and nodded without a word. Jeff went outside and he heard him starting the car up. He'd forgotten all about it, despite Jared having mentioned it. It was a surprise to him how easy it was to forget that this wasn't Jared's real family at all - that none of them were related by blood.
The door opened again and he looked around, puzzled to see Jared there looking over at him. "What's up?"
"Changed my mind. Come with me?"
Jensen nodded again, getting up, and Jared waited while he pulled some boots on and grabbed a jacket. He followed him out to the car and Jared let him sit in the front seat while he sprawled in the back of the car on his own. The drive over to the cemetery was taken in silence.
Jared hung back with Jensen when they arrived, letting Jeffrey go in first. It must have been normal for him to do this, Jensen figured, because still no words were spoken. The cemetery itself was out of town; quiet and beautiful, even on a cold day like today was. Jensen glanced around at the other headstones, his mind wandering. He wasn't sure why Jared wanted him here. After all, he had no experience with this kind of thing. The closest he'd got was a school trip to a war memorial, way back when he was a junior.
He noticed movement on a path that ran parallel to the one they were stood waiting on and realized with a start that they weren't the only ones there. There was a young family, too, huddled around a small headstone that Jensen knew must belong to a child. He felt his throat close up a little bit and looked away, hating that he felt like an intruder here. He looked up at Jared instead, and found him gazing off into the distance, his breath clouding in front of him each time he exhaled.
Hunching down into his jacket, Jensen squeezed his hands together and shuddered with the cold. That was when Jared reached out with one arm and wrapped it around him, pulling him against his side.
"Are you okay?" Jared asked.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"Hey, I'm good. This'll be fine."
"Can I ask you something?"
"You want to know why I asked you to come with me?" Jared asked, looking round and down at him. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of Jensen's head. "Wanted to show my mom this wonderful guy that's come into my life. That's all."
After another five minutes, Jeffrey returned. He went to wait in the car, patting Jared's shoulder as he went past. Jensen stayed by Jared's side as they made their way to the headstone. It looked like Jeffrey had cleared it up while he'd been there and Jensen stood awkwardly as Jared crouched down and reached out, running his fingertips over the indents in the stone that carved out his mother's name. He could already feel a hard lump rising in his throat and he swallowed it down. Jared hadn't invited him to let him stand there and cry. He'd invited him for a little extra strength.
"Hey, mom," he heard Jared say, his voice, though quiet, breaking the stillness around the grave. "So... It's kind of been an interesting year."
Jensen had never got this. Talking to someone who wasn't there. He'd seen his grandma do it and it made him feel uncomfortable. That it was something that was so against the grain to what he expected from Jared just made that feeling about ten times worse. Jared must have known what he was thinking because he looked up at him then, showed him a sad smile.
"She listens to me, Jen. It's okay if you don't want to say anything, or even if you don't believe that, but she listens. Last year I told her that life was getting too difficult." He turned away again and Jensen didn't know what to say to that. "Told her I was done, that I just needed help. Someone to understand."
"What about Jeff?" Jensen asked, in almost a whisper.
"Truth be told, I think he was about ready to give up on me that last time. One more lot of trouble, he'd have stopped bailing me out."
Jensen nodded, lost for words.
"But then Jensen comes along," Jared continued, speaking to his mom's gravestone again. "Pretty much saves me."
"It was the other way around," Jensen murmured.
"So I don't need to ask for anything this year, mom. I just wanted you to know that I'm okay. Be a hell of a lot more okay if you were still here, but I guess if you were still here then everything'd be different, huh?"
Jensen watched him press his hand to the stone, digging his fingers in so hard that the ends turned white. Jared was quiet for nearly a full minute, his head bowed, the hair not contained in his wool cap hanging in front of his eyes.
"Love you, mom," he said, finally. "Miss you too."
Jensen reached down, rested a hand on his shoulder. He figured Jared was about ready to go and he stood back to let the other man get to his feet. He looked paler than he had, his eyes shining, but Jared would later tell him that it hadn't been as hard as it usually was. He pulled Jensen into his arms right there, kissed his cheek.
"Thanks for coming with," he told him. "Sometime soon I'm gonna tell you everything about her. So you'll know."
"Thank you," was all he could say in answer.
The garage, normally a health hazard anyway with Jay's 'projects' scattered all over, was absolutely crammed. Jensen carefully picked his way through the furniture that had been moved out of the house for the party and got one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder. He tilted his head back just in time to see a bright red sweatshirt falling towards him.
"Oh, shit! Man, I didn't see you!"
"It's okay, Jay, it's just a sweater. What're you up to?"
"Getting into my costume for the party. Are you ready yet?"
"Not exactly. I wanted to wait until you were done. Don't want to spoil the surprise."
"Can't believe you're holding out on me with this," Jay said, leaning over the side so he was looking down at Jensen. "You're a real son of a bitch, you know that?"
"Don't let my mother hear you say that," Jensen warned. "And she might, since she's here now. That's what I came in to tell you. Thought I'd warn you in case Kenzie-"
"Jensen!" The squeal cut him off and Jensen just had time to turn around before his little sister was crashing into him, wrapping her arms tight around his body.
"Give a guy some warning, girl!" Jensen scolded, hugging her back before extricating himself from her embrace. "And some privacy would be great. Jay's still getting ready. And, no, you can't see. Go on inside and ask Jeff for a drink."
"Okay... Chris just got here too, with Dani. He looks really cute."
"Yeah, and he's taken. And way too old for you, go on!"
Reluctantly, Kenzie gave in and went back inside the house. When he turned back, Jared was on his way down. Jensen stood back and gaped at him.
"Catchin' flies?" Jared asked, turning to face him once his feet were on the floor. He wore green scrubs, a stethoscope around his neck, and his chunky boots on his feet.
"You make a hot doctor," Jensen told him, lifting one hand to pull Jared's collar away from his skin slightly. There was nothing under the scrubs top but skin. "You won't get cold?"
"There'll be too many people to get cold. Where've you been, anyway?"
Jensen smiled, backed up a step. "Fetching my costume, running an errand. And if you go inside the house then I'll get changed that much quicker."
"Still playing secrets, huh?" At Jensen's nod, Jared gave up. "Fine, fine. Just don't be too long. You got me all worked up and if you make me wait I might just go crazy!"
"Jay, you already are."
Tutting, Jared dropped a kiss on Jensen's lips and headed inside the house, shutting the garage door behind him. It dulled the music only slightly, but Jensen was glad for the privacy. He went back to the bag which he had hidden behind the sofa and pulled out the main part of his costume, stretching and straightening the feathers out. He didn't know what the hell had possessed him to go for this costume, but there was no way he was backing out now. Not when he'd been winding Jared up about it for almost a full week.
Checking the door to the kitchen was locked, he stripped off to his shorts and pulled on the ripped pale blue jeans that his little sister had suggested. He peeled off the tape that was covering his right nipple and gently fingered the bar that was now stuck through it. He'd been told he'd have to be careful with it and keep it clean, though he'd leave it up to Jared to tell him whether or not that meant they couldn't have a little fun with it. Right now, he thought, it would probably sting too much. But at least Jared could look and, hopefully, be surprised.
Almost as surprised as his mom would be, probably.
Unfastening the straps that crossed over his arms and behind his back to hold the wings in place, Jensen smiled to himself at that thought. Yeah, his mom was going to be very surprised. The wings were bigger than he thought they'd be, too. And a lot more real-looking. They were soft, and a clean and brilliant white, and Jensen had a hard time adjusting to the weight of them on his body. He reached one hand back and stroked along the outside edge of one of them experimentally, but they didn't seem as fragile as he'd thought they would be. They'd probably put up with what the night would bring.
He'd considered going the whole night barefoot, but he knew that Jeff planned to let off some fireworks out front come the turn of the New Year, so he gave in and put on the heavy biker boots that Jeff and Stevie had bought for him.
The house was packed fit to bursting when Jensen opened the door to the kitchen and peeked his head around. He couldn't see Jared at all, although he saw a few people he did know. Trevor was there in some kind of bright pink costume that was mostly lycra, sequins and feathers, false tits securely in place. Eric was out there too, not in costume, sat in a corner with a bottle of JD talking to a middle-aged woman that Jensen assumed must be a friend of Jeff's. He could see Kenzie, looking like she felt completely out of place amongst all these people that were far older than she was, and he could see his mom and Stevie hanging out near the bar area, pouring out some drinks and laughing together.
He was glad his mom had made it. Even felt kind of horribly pleased when she'd told him exactly what she'd said to Alan before coming out. A little guilty, maybe, but mostly pleased.
"Jen!" He looked up, found Chris making his way through the people towards him. He stopped short, let out a low whistle. Jensen realized that his friend was staring at his chest. "Holy shit, look at you."
"Thanks, man. Digging the hair."
Chris ran his fingers through the shoulder-length wig, red and black locks falling between his fingers. "Think Dani kind of likes it, too. You seen her?"
Jensen smiled mischievously as Dani grabbed Chris from behind right then, startling him. "Have now. Nice costume, girl."
Dani, in a tight firefighter outfit, laughed at the compliment, her eyes sparkling. "You too, Jen. Very nice."
"Boyfriend standing right here," Chris reminded her, and she rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek hard.
"Doesn't stop me looking, Chris. Has Jared seen it yet?"
"Not yet. You guys know where he went?"
"I think he's outside helping Jeff set things up ready for later."
"Okay, cool. I'll wait till he comes back in. Meantime I'd better go talk to Kenzie. She's looking a little lost."
Jensen was with his little sister still when Jared came back into the house. He noticed, because Kenzie's eyes went wide and then she hopped from one foot to another and nervously excused herself. Frowning, Jensen looked around to see what she'd seen just as Jared got to him.
"Christ, Jensen," Jared breathed, looking him up and down. His gaze lingered on the new piercing and he licked his lips as he stared. "Fuck." He leaned in close, kissing Jensen's neck and muttering against his ear. "Wanna take you back in that garage and ruffle your feathers right the fuck now."
"Yeah?" Jensen asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes."
"You're gonna have to wait."
Jared moved back, biting his lip for a moment. "Don't think I can."
"Think you're gonna have to," Jensen told him again, pressing his palm flat against Jared's chest. "So you'd better try and keep yourself under control."
Jared just gaped at him, like he couldn't believe that Jensen had the balls to deny him. Jensen felt a slight twitch at the thought, but didn't relent. As much as he wanted to, it would be unfair on Jeff if they both skipped out on the party now and came back all fucked out and exhausted. He wanted to stay awake to see the New Year in with his friends and family. He wanted to kiss Jared at the stroke of midnight and maybe get a little drunk and go to bed at some stupid hour of the morning. He wanted to have Jared fuck him in the small hours of a new day and then just pass out for ten or eleven hours.
Jared still wanted to argue, though. And, Jensen had to admit as he agreed to 'at least a blowjob in the bathroom', he was pretty damned good at it.
He'd heard Jeffrey yelling something that probably made even his mom blush as he'd headed upstairs after Jared, but right now it was worth it. He had his hands pressed flat against the tile wall as he leaned the rest of his body away from it, making sure the wings didn't get crushed. Jay was knelt in front of him, his fingers pressing into the backs of Jensen's already weak knees as he sucked down his cock.
"Fuck, Jay... Can't..."
Jared let him go, scraping his teeth over Jensen's thigh and looking up at him as he brought one hand round to keep stroking his dick. "Yeah, you can. You gotta. I want to swallow every last drop and then every time I kiss you, all you'll taste is this..." He trailed off, grinning as Jensen moaned and closed his eyes. He let his head tip back, groaning loudly when Jared's mouth closed over him again.
When Jared's hand slid up the back of his thigh, he couldn't stop himself. He breathed in sharp and came, coating Jared's throat with it. He could feel him swallowing and whimpered, his fingers sliding down the tile as he tried to collapse on top of the other man. Jared held him up though, keeping him on his feet, and didn't let go until he stopped trembling.
--TBC--
(In case anyone misses it, Adorable just posted a pic of Jensen's costume here. :D)