Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [14/?]
So, I decided to post earlier than usual because I'm at work all day tomorrow (BOOOO) and will probably be too tired to remember. Here it is! (Flagged for adult content)
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (14/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: We're hitting the Adults Only ratings now...
Wordcount: 2,596
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 FOURTEEN
It had been an excruciating day. Jeffrey wanted nothing more than a beer, a pizza, and a quiet night at home. He let himself into the house and moved out to the garage. Jared and Jensen were seated upon the sofa, the old black and white television blaring in front of them. Jared's arm was draped along the back of the sofa and Jensen was settled close. Regardless of their calm demeanor, Jeffrey saw that their hair was tousled, they were both shirtless, and the garage was a bit more of a mess than usual.
"Hey, you two," he called over the sound of the television. "It's pizza night, I'm bushed."
Jared didn't look at him, but raised a bottle of beer to him instead.
Nodding his head, Jeffrey eyed them a moment more. "Jensen, did you get your homework done?"
Jensen looked over at Jared. "No, sir, not yet," he answered.
"You know, you guys should save that energy," he continued. "Jensen still has quite a few more months of homework and tests, and those grades are important for him."
Jared squeezed his eyes shut and bounced the mouth of the beer bottle upon his forehead. He sighed as he listened to Jeffrey step back into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
It was quiet in the garage, the sounds of crickets chirping just outside the walls attempting to lull Jensen to sleep. An occasional sound of traffic from the highway filtered through, and someone down the street was playing their music too loudly. The bass melded with the crickets and seemed to be working together. Jensen's eyes felt heavy. He blinked slowly as he lay under the covers, Jared stretched out beside him. Jensen's one arm rested over Jared's stomach, his thumb stroking back and forth over the soft skin there.
In a T-shirt and shorts, Jensen was comfortable, even though the night air was damp and chilled. Jared, always stark naked now when he went to bed, was like a furnace, generating more heat than either of them really needed. By morning they'd both be sticky with sweat, their limbs entangled.
"Jared?"
"Hm?"
"I'm sorry about before. About the gun."
Blindly, Jared reached out to him, setting a hand upon Jensen's clothed hip. "It's okay."
Taking a deep breath, Jensen propped his head up on one elbow. His gaze fell to Jared's naked chest, seeing just a hint of moonlight glinting off of the dogtags that the man sometimes wore. "I think Jeff's right."
Finally, Jared opened his eyes and turned his head to look over at Jensen. "About what?"
His hand involuntarily moved lower, palm laying flat against Jared's belly. "We should wait."
Smiling, Jared set his hand upon Jensen's, inching it lower under the covers. "Wait for what?"
Jensen returned the grin, feeling crinkly hair tickle his fingers. "Before we...you know." He rubbed gently against soft, hot flesh.
Jared chuckled at him, his legs creeping open a bit wider. "Before we have hot pig sex?"
"Pig sex?" he laughed.
"Yeah, you know," he said, pulling Jensen in closer. He placed a kiss to Jensen's ear and spoke softly, his voice husky. "Hot, wet, and filthy. Rooting around, and doing what just feels good."
Jensen's smile was gone, his eyes already drifted shut from the feel of chills gathering upon his skin. Jared had a way of immediately finding a weak spot and exploiting it. And right now, that little spot behind Jensen's ear that he was tonguing was making the world seem to slow. Jensen responded by stroking the length of Jared's cock.
Jared reached up and held Jensen's head in place so that he could scrape his teeth over the spot behind Jensen's ear. He was rewarded by a slight gasp and moan. Jared smiled against his skin, chuckling gently. "Are you still afraid of me?"
Jensen pulled away enough to look down at him, eyes dilated and dark. "No," he answered. He kept up the stroking rhythm he had established and gazed into Jared's eyes. "I want to do something for you."
Leaning back against the pillows, Jared smiled. "Like what?"
Jensen sat up and put one leg over both of Jared's, straddling him. "Like make you feel good," he returned, moving his hand slowly and easily.
Jared watched him, tucking one arm underneath his head. He took calm, even breaths, closing his eyes to the feel of Jensen's hands upon him. It seemed like it had been awhile since he'd felt something so good. He shifted his hips just slightly and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
Anxiously, Jensen watched Jared's expression. It didn't really change much, even though he was touching him, stroking and rubbing. He wanted to please Jared in more than just one way. Nervously, he leaned down and placed careful, timid kisses upon the man's belly. He attempted to move lower, but his stomach clenched out of fear. He paused, his erratic breathing now due more to nerves than pleasure. Disappointed in himself, Jensen frowned and crawled back up Jared's body. He hovered over him and looked down into the man's eyes. "I can't, I'm sorry," he apologized.
Since learning about Jensen, Jared understood where the timidness came from. He didn't hold anything against him, but he wished that Jensen would stop being so hard on himself. Reaching up, he took the young man's face in his hands and shook his head. "It's okay," he assured him.
Jensen closed his eyes when Jared pulled him in for a kiss, warm and wet. When the embrace was broken, Jensen looked down at him, still hovering on all fours.
"I want to show you something," Jared almost whispered. Quickly, he tugged Jensen's shirt up over his head, tossing it down to the floor beside the bed. He hooked his fingers into the elastic waist of the gym shorts Jensen wore, inching them down as far as he could. "Come on."
Jensen was insecure and nervous about Jared seeing him naked, no matter how close they were. Swallowing, he took solace in the fact that there were only two windows in the garage, and neither one faced the streetlight out in front of the house, nor were they in the path of the moon. The light was dim at best. Jared wouldn't see much.
Once the shorts had been shed, Jensen sat back, resting on his knees, Jared still underneath him. "What?" he asked, watching the man lean over to the old blue milk crates used as a bedside table. From a dusty shoebox, Jared produced a tube that Jensen could only just read as KY JELLY. His heart pounded faster and he shook his head. "No, wait a minute, Jared," he said.
"It's okay," he returned, squeezing some of the jelly out onto his fingers. He sat up, the dogtags jangling as he moved. "Calm down. I just want to show you something. Okay? I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to. I promise." With his two slick fingers held up, Jared urged Jensen to straighten, kneeling high on his knees and giving him more room. With his lips brushing Jensen's stomach, Jared spoke gently. "Relax," he said. "I won't hurt you."
Jensen watched, setting his hands upon Jared's head, fingers threading through the dark waves of hair there. Jared's open-mouthed kisses to his stomach were calming, until he felt the man's hands slip between his legs and around to his backside. The two slick fingers started at the top of the cleft there and quickly moved downwards until they found just the right spot. Jensen gasped and pushed against Jared's shoulders, suddenly wanting him to stop. He heard Jared hush him, assuring him that all was well.
Jensen had no alternative but to close his eyes when he felt the first slow, tentative circle around the ring of muscle that Jared had managed to find. He didn't stop or give Jensen any time to breathe. Instead, he kept circling, finding a rhythm just as Jensen had earlier. Grunting out a strangled moan, Jensen arched back into Jared's hand, his breathing now harsher for all the right reasons. Jared's two slick fingers kept circling, the most perfect feeling he'd ever experienced.
Jared glanced up at Jensen. It was hard to see him well in the semi-darkness, but he could vaguely see the rapture on the young man's face, could feel the trembling of taut muscle and shuddering breaths. Smiling, he reached up with his free hand and made a soft, playful circle around one of Jensen's nipples. "You should get rings," he said softly.
Looking down at him, Jensen's eyes glittered in the low light. The lids slowly closed as he concentrated more on Jared's fingers than his voice. He slid the palms of his hands up over Jared's muscled shoulders, his fingers brushing the shotbead necklace to the dogtags. He found the flat, metal medallions and clutched them in one hand, pulling Jared up to him. He could feel the rough letters punched into the tags, but couldn't recall if he had ever looked to see what they said. He leaned down enough to rest his forehead upon Jared's, the fingers of his free hand slipping through the man's dark locks. "What are you doing to me?" he breathed, his voice scratchy and fading in and out.
Carefully, Jared let the tip of one finger push inside the ring of muscle. Jensen straightened again, and Jared was rewarded with a gasp and some sort of erotic sound made in the back of Jensen's throat. The man's fingers again raked through Jared's hair, making fists at either side of his head - not enough to pull and hurt, but just enough to hold onto him with. After another few wet circles, Jared pushed both fingers inside of him, slowly but firmly until Jensen cried out, the howl cut short when he bit at his lip in an attempt to not awaken Jeffrey in the house. With his free hand, Jared stroked Jensen's cock, pushing him closer to the edge of orgasm. He set up somewhat of an awkward rhythm, stroking and pushing deep inside until Jensen curled around him.
Jensen couldn't help himself. He bit down on Jared's shoulder enough to make the man hiss in pain, and held onto him for dear life as he came hard. He had hoped to hold off until Jared got something to mop up the warmth that would spill from him, but it was impossible. His body rocked with tremors, his mouth open and grunting moans escaping him with each breath he exhaled. His head pounded as blood rushed back through his system. Breathing heavily, Jensen worked hard to raise himself up off of Jared. He looked down at him, just barely able to see the man's chest glistening with more than just sweat.
"Sorry," Jensen managed.
Jared smiled. "If I'd cared, I would have done something to stop it earlier." He leaned back against the mattress, keeping eye contact with Jensen. He set his palms flat against his own chest and belly, grazing them over his skin and the wetness there. When he'd gathered up enough slickness to his palms, he slid his hands down to his own erection.
Jensen's heart pounded harder once more. Jared was going to kill him. He watched for only a moment as Jared touched himself, until he reached out to help. Their fingers intertwined, warm and slick, sticky and chilled all at the same time. He might not have been able to take Jared into his mouth before, but he remembered the taste of metal and skin and had a desire to taste it again. He bent down until his mouth had captured one of the nipple rings, teeth gently holding the skin in place as his tongue worked feverishly.
Jared closed his eyes, his back arched as he leaned into Jensen's mouth. He was thrilled to feel Jensen suckle at his nipple, teeth clacking against the ring. The pull was enough to give him chills, and when he felt Jensen's teeth scrape against the engorged flesh, a moan escaped him.
The sound of Jared's ecstasy pushed Jensen further. He reached up with one sticky hand to the other nipple ring and matched his tongue's movements with his fingers. He pulled a little too hard, and thought he was going to hear a painful protest, but instead, Jared moaned and breathily asked him to do it again. With more teeth, a few extra tugs on the rings, and a number of good hard strokes, Jared came, one hand clamped down on the nape of Jensen's neck, the other more southward, fingers interlocked with Jensen's.
Insistently, Jared pulled Jensen up into a rough, breathy kiss, wrapping his arms around him. Jensen let him, almost sinking into Jared as he lay sprawled out in the bed. Their chests heaved against one another's, sticky and smelling like sex. Jared's hands rested at Jensen's backside, formed to the muscle there. The kiss began to wind down, leaving both of them sated, relaxed. Jensen flopped over onto his own side of the bed again, limbs sprawled out.
"We should go take a shower," he sighed.
Jared leaned over the edge of the bed, searching blindly for the clothes he had left on the floor with one hand. "We do, and Jeff's gonna know we didn't take his advice." He began to wipe off his chest, belly, and lower with his sleeveless tee. "This'll have to do for now."
Jensen did the same, then handed the shirt back, watching Jared drop it to the floor again. It was only a few seconds later that he was asleep, almost snoring as he lay sprawled out on his back. Jared rested there beside him, noticing that Jensen had forgotten to set his alarm clock. He propped himself up on an elbow and leaned over, doing his best not to wake the teen up. He switched on the alarm, and as he was getting ready to settle back down into bed, he paused, unable to take his eyes off of Jensen.
He stayed like that for a long time, his eyes taking in as many details as he could. The line of Jensen's jaw, the curve of his chin, his long, straight nose, the eyelashes that seemed to go on forever, the ever-so-slight bump on his forehead that Jared once remembered hearing someone say denoted high intelligence. For a moment, Jared disbelieved such an old wives' tale, feeling that if it was true, Jensen would never have left his perfect life before, to be with him. He tried to think of where he would be right this very moment if Jensen wasn't there with him. Probably trying to score some pot, he thought sullenly. Robbing another gas station. Doing one thing or another to fuck up my life again. Since meeting Jensen, he hadn't even wanted to think about doing such things.
Reaching out, Jared brushed the pads of his fingers along the column of Jensen's throat, pausing at the hollow that was at the base. His thumb fit perfectly there. The skin was soft, indenting and flattening back out just slightly as Jensen breathed. Still mulling over the thoughts in his head, Jared's gaze fell to the tattoo on Jensen's hip. He'd admitted that it was itching earlier, but lotion had been soothing it somewhat. He realized, staring at the tattoo, that they were both changing.
And, for once, Jared wasn't scared of the idea.
--TBC--
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (14/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: We're hitting the Adults Only ratings now...
Wordcount: 2,596
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 FOURTEEN
It had been an excruciating day. Jeffrey wanted nothing more than a beer, a pizza, and a quiet night at home. He let himself into the house and moved out to the garage. Jared and Jensen were seated upon the sofa, the old black and white television blaring in front of them. Jared's arm was draped along the back of the sofa and Jensen was settled close. Regardless of their calm demeanor, Jeffrey saw that their hair was tousled, they were both shirtless, and the garage was a bit more of a mess than usual.
"Hey, you two," he called over the sound of the television. "It's pizza night, I'm bushed."
Jared didn't look at him, but raised a bottle of beer to him instead.
Nodding his head, Jeffrey eyed them a moment more. "Jensen, did you get your homework done?"
Jensen looked over at Jared. "No, sir, not yet," he answered.
"You know, you guys should save that energy," he continued. "Jensen still has quite a few more months of homework and tests, and those grades are important for him."
Jared squeezed his eyes shut and bounced the mouth of the beer bottle upon his forehead. He sighed as he listened to Jeffrey step back into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
It was quiet in the garage, the sounds of crickets chirping just outside the walls attempting to lull Jensen to sleep. An occasional sound of traffic from the highway filtered through, and someone down the street was playing their music too loudly. The bass melded with the crickets and seemed to be working together. Jensen's eyes felt heavy. He blinked slowly as he lay under the covers, Jared stretched out beside him. Jensen's one arm rested over Jared's stomach, his thumb stroking back and forth over the soft skin there.
In a T-shirt and shorts, Jensen was comfortable, even though the night air was damp and chilled. Jared, always stark naked now when he went to bed, was like a furnace, generating more heat than either of them really needed. By morning they'd both be sticky with sweat, their limbs entangled.
"Jared?"
"Hm?"
"I'm sorry about before. About the gun."
Blindly, Jared reached out to him, setting a hand upon Jensen's clothed hip. "It's okay."
Taking a deep breath, Jensen propped his head up on one elbow. His gaze fell to Jared's naked chest, seeing just a hint of moonlight glinting off of the dogtags that the man sometimes wore. "I think Jeff's right."
Finally, Jared opened his eyes and turned his head to look over at Jensen. "About what?"
His hand involuntarily moved lower, palm laying flat against Jared's belly. "We should wait."
Smiling, Jared set his hand upon Jensen's, inching it lower under the covers. "Wait for what?"
Jensen returned the grin, feeling crinkly hair tickle his fingers. "Before we...you know." He rubbed gently against soft, hot flesh.
Jared chuckled at him, his legs creeping open a bit wider. "Before we have hot pig sex?"
"Pig sex?" he laughed.
"Yeah, you know," he said, pulling Jensen in closer. He placed a kiss to Jensen's ear and spoke softly, his voice husky. "Hot, wet, and filthy. Rooting around, and doing what just feels good."
Jensen's smile was gone, his eyes already drifted shut from the feel of chills gathering upon his skin. Jared had a way of immediately finding a weak spot and exploiting it. And right now, that little spot behind Jensen's ear that he was tonguing was making the world seem to slow. Jensen responded by stroking the length of Jared's cock.
Jared reached up and held Jensen's head in place so that he could scrape his teeth over the spot behind Jensen's ear. He was rewarded by a slight gasp and moan. Jared smiled against his skin, chuckling gently. "Are you still afraid of me?"
Jensen pulled away enough to look down at him, eyes dilated and dark. "No," he answered. He kept up the stroking rhythm he had established and gazed into Jared's eyes. "I want to do something for you."
Leaning back against the pillows, Jared smiled. "Like what?"
Jensen sat up and put one leg over both of Jared's, straddling him. "Like make you feel good," he returned, moving his hand slowly and easily.
Jared watched him, tucking one arm underneath his head. He took calm, even breaths, closing his eyes to the feel of Jensen's hands upon him. It seemed like it had been awhile since he'd felt something so good. He shifted his hips just slightly and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
Anxiously, Jensen watched Jared's expression. It didn't really change much, even though he was touching him, stroking and rubbing. He wanted to please Jared in more than just one way. Nervously, he leaned down and placed careful, timid kisses upon the man's belly. He attempted to move lower, but his stomach clenched out of fear. He paused, his erratic breathing now due more to nerves than pleasure. Disappointed in himself, Jensen frowned and crawled back up Jared's body. He hovered over him and looked down into the man's eyes. "I can't, I'm sorry," he apologized.
Since learning about Jensen, Jared understood where the timidness came from. He didn't hold anything against him, but he wished that Jensen would stop being so hard on himself. Reaching up, he took the young man's face in his hands and shook his head. "It's okay," he assured him.
Jensen closed his eyes when Jared pulled him in for a kiss, warm and wet. When the embrace was broken, Jensen looked down at him, still hovering on all fours.
"I want to show you something," Jared almost whispered. Quickly, he tugged Jensen's shirt up over his head, tossing it down to the floor beside the bed. He hooked his fingers into the elastic waist of the gym shorts Jensen wore, inching them down as far as he could. "Come on."
Jensen was insecure and nervous about Jared seeing him naked, no matter how close they were. Swallowing, he took solace in the fact that there were only two windows in the garage, and neither one faced the streetlight out in front of the house, nor were they in the path of the moon. The light was dim at best. Jared wouldn't see much.
Once the shorts had been shed, Jensen sat back, resting on his knees, Jared still underneath him. "What?" he asked, watching the man lean over to the old blue milk crates used as a bedside table. From a dusty shoebox, Jared produced a tube that Jensen could only just read as KY JELLY. His heart pounded faster and he shook his head. "No, wait a minute, Jared," he said.
"It's okay," he returned, squeezing some of the jelly out onto his fingers. He sat up, the dogtags jangling as he moved. "Calm down. I just want to show you something. Okay? I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to. I promise." With his two slick fingers held up, Jared urged Jensen to straighten, kneeling high on his knees and giving him more room. With his lips brushing Jensen's stomach, Jared spoke gently. "Relax," he said. "I won't hurt you."
Jensen watched, setting his hands upon Jared's head, fingers threading through the dark waves of hair there. Jared's open-mouthed kisses to his stomach were calming, until he felt the man's hands slip between his legs and around to his backside. The two slick fingers started at the top of the cleft there and quickly moved downwards until they found just the right spot. Jensen gasped and pushed against Jared's shoulders, suddenly wanting him to stop. He heard Jared hush him, assuring him that all was well.
Jensen had no alternative but to close his eyes when he felt the first slow, tentative circle around the ring of muscle that Jared had managed to find. He didn't stop or give Jensen any time to breathe. Instead, he kept circling, finding a rhythm just as Jensen had earlier. Grunting out a strangled moan, Jensen arched back into Jared's hand, his breathing now harsher for all the right reasons. Jared's two slick fingers kept circling, the most perfect feeling he'd ever experienced.
Jared glanced up at Jensen. It was hard to see him well in the semi-darkness, but he could vaguely see the rapture on the young man's face, could feel the trembling of taut muscle and shuddering breaths. Smiling, he reached up with his free hand and made a soft, playful circle around one of Jensen's nipples. "You should get rings," he said softly.
Looking down at him, Jensen's eyes glittered in the low light. The lids slowly closed as he concentrated more on Jared's fingers than his voice. He slid the palms of his hands up over Jared's muscled shoulders, his fingers brushing the shotbead necklace to the dogtags. He found the flat, metal medallions and clutched them in one hand, pulling Jared up to him. He could feel the rough letters punched into the tags, but couldn't recall if he had ever looked to see what they said. He leaned down enough to rest his forehead upon Jared's, the fingers of his free hand slipping through the man's dark locks. "What are you doing to me?" he breathed, his voice scratchy and fading in and out.
Carefully, Jared let the tip of one finger push inside the ring of muscle. Jensen straightened again, and Jared was rewarded with a gasp and some sort of erotic sound made in the back of Jensen's throat. The man's fingers again raked through Jared's hair, making fists at either side of his head - not enough to pull and hurt, but just enough to hold onto him with. After another few wet circles, Jared pushed both fingers inside of him, slowly but firmly until Jensen cried out, the howl cut short when he bit at his lip in an attempt to not awaken Jeffrey in the house. With his free hand, Jared stroked Jensen's cock, pushing him closer to the edge of orgasm. He set up somewhat of an awkward rhythm, stroking and pushing deep inside until Jensen curled around him.
Jensen couldn't help himself. He bit down on Jared's shoulder enough to make the man hiss in pain, and held onto him for dear life as he came hard. He had hoped to hold off until Jared got something to mop up the warmth that would spill from him, but it was impossible. His body rocked with tremors, his mouth open and grunting moans escaping him with each breath he exhaled. His head pounded as blood rushed back through his system. Breathing heavily, Jensen worked hard to raise himself up off of Jared. He looked down at him, just barely able to see the man's chest glistening with more than just sweat.
"Sorry," Jensen managed.
Jared smiled. "If I'd cared, I would have done something to stop it earlier." He leaned back against the mattress, keeping eye contact with Jensen. He set his palms flat against his own chest and belly, grazing them over his skin and the wetness there. When he'd gathered up enough slickness to his palms, he slid his hands down to his own erection.
Jensen's heart pounded harder once more. Jared was going to kill him. He watched for only a moment as Jared touched himself, until he reached out to help. Their fingers intertwined, warm and slick, sticky and chilled all at the same time. He might not have been able to take Jared into his mouth before, but he remembered the taste of metal and skin and had a desire to taste it again. He bent down until his mouth had captured one of the nipple rings, teeth gently holding the skin in place as his tongue worked feverishly.
Jared closed his eyes, his back arched as he leaned into Jensen's mouth. He was thrilled to feel Jensen suckle at his nipple, teeth clacking against the ring. The pull was enough to give him chills, and when he felt Jensen's teeth scrape against the engorged flesh, a moan escaped him.
The sound of Jared's ecstasy pushed Jensen further. He reached up with one sticky hand to the other nipple ring and matched his tongue's movements with his fingers. He pulled a little too hard, and thought he was going to hear a painful protest, but instead, Jared moaned and breathily asked him to do it again. With more teeth, a few extra tugs on the rings, and a number of good hard strokes, Jared came, one hand clamped down on the nape of Jensen's neck, the other more southward, fingers interlocked with Jensen's.
Insistently, Jared pulled Jensen up into a rough, breathy kiss, wrapping his arms around him. Jensen let him, almost sinking into Jared as he lay sprawled out in the bed. Their chests heaved against one another's, sticky and smelling like sex. Jared's hands rested at Jensen's backside, formed to the muscle there. The kiss began to wind down, leaving both of them sated, relaxed. Jensen flopped over onto his own side of the bed again, limbs sprawled out.
"We should go take a shower," he sighed.
Jared leaned over the edge of the bed, searching blindly for the clothes he had left on the floor with one hand. "We do, and Jeff's gonna know we didn't take his advice." He began to wipe off his chest, belly, and lower with his sleeveless tee. "This'll have to do for now."
Jensen did the same, then handed the shirt back, watching Jared drop it to the floor again. It was only a few seconds later that he was asleep, almost snoring as he lay sprawled out on his back. Jared rested there beside him, noticing that Jensen had forgotten to set his alarm clock. He propped himself up on an elbow and leaned over, doing his best not to wake the teen up. He switched on the alarm, and as he was getting ready to settle back down into bed, he paused, unable to take his eyes off of Jensen.
He stayed like that for a long time, his eyes taking in as many details as he could. The line of Jensen's jaw, the curve of his chin, his long, straight nose, the eyelashes that seemed to go on forever, the ever-so-slight bump on his forehead that Jared once remembered hearing someone say denoted high intelligence. For a moment, Jared disbelieved such an old wives' tale, feeling that if it was true, Jensen would never have left his perfect life before, to be with him. He tried to think of where he would be right this very moment if Jensen wasn't there with him. Probably trying to score some pot, he thought sullenly. Robbing another gas station. Doing one thing or another to fuck up my life again. Since meeting Jensen, he hadn't even wanted to think about doing such things.
Reaching out, Jared brushed the pads of his fingers along the column of Jensen's throat, pausing at the hollow that was at the base. His thumb fit perfectly there. The skin was soft, indenting and flattening back out just slightly as Jensen breathed. Still mulling over the thoughts in his head, Jared's gaze fell to the tattoo on Jensen's hip. He'd admitted that it was itching earlier, but lotion had been soothing it somewhat. He realized, staring at the tattoo, that they were both changing.
And, for once, Jared wasn't scared of the idea.
--TBC--