Gift for sammichgirl
Title: "If Wishes Were Horses"
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: 6,000 on the nose
Author's notes: I tried to put in at least some of your favorite things, and I hope that this will work for you. I hope that it hits the spot, and that you have a wonderful holiday season.
Jensen Ackles was a dreamer. Throughout his life he'd heard the muffled whispers. "He's always got his head in the clouds." "He'll never amount to anything." "Earth to Jensen," and so on, until he almost began to believe the muffled disapproval. He came to believe that the only safe place for him was inside his imagination.
Real life was messy and annoying, so Jensen turned away from it as much as he possibly could. It wasn't completely possible of course. He still had to drive his sister around, and put up with her tedious little friends sighing over him and indulging in high-pitched giggle fits every time he so much as looked at any of them. He still had to put up with his brother's habit of tormenting him in sneaky ways and then presenting a face of perfect - albeit spurious - innocence when his mother came to pass judgment, so he retreated into his own head and began to invent a world that was, to him, far more to his tastes.
So all through his adolescence, Jensen lived in his own little world, dreaming of adventure, dreaming of noble acts, and dreaming of becoming a hero some day. He took up weights, working hard to build a heroic body, knowing that some day it would be useful. He daydreamed through his classes, doing just enough to get through the school system without making waves and never needed to emerge completely from his secret world.
He dreamed his way through 12th Grade, tackling English and calculus while mentally battling monsters, slaying dragons and rescuing fair maidens before riding off on a white stallion.
It came as no surprise to his parents when he announced that he'd decided to try and become an actor. His dad took him to one side and spoke to him, man to man, and laid out what he and Jensen's mother had decided.
"Son, you're a good actor, but it's a cruel world out there, and you're a dreamer. We'll foot the bill for you to try your luck for one year and one year only. If you make it, well and good, but if you don't, you have to give me your word as an Ackles that you'll come back home and go to school and make something of yourself."
"Of course, Dad," murmured Jensen, knowing, with the confidence of a teenager, that there was no way he would fail.
So he was given permission to go off to the land of broken dreams and try his best to make his own dreams a reality. He knew he was a good actor, and he also knew that he had a handsome face. He was sure that he would be able to beat the trend and make it, so Jensen Ackles set off to seek his fortune, with the modern equivalent of a bundle of his possessions on a stick.
The day he set out on his trip to LA, he was driving an elderly Toyota pickup with his belongings in the bed of the truck, a sleeping bag and the address of an agent who was interested in signing him at the end of his trek. He was in Montrose, Colorado on the day that he decided to take a break and explore the little town.
He never knew why he decided to step into Pine Cone Antiques and poke around the musty old store. He was even more confused about the attraction he felt for an ancient, very battered brass hurricane lamp he found in a box of assorted junk.
"How much for this?" he asked the little, elderly proprietor, who seemed to closely resemble the very pine cone that gave the store its name.
The old man shrugged. "$15 to you, my boy. You look like someone that would give it a good home." Jensen was quick to toss the old man a couple of crumpled notes and accept the lamp, carefully wrapped in old newspaper and stuffed into a plastic carrier bag.
As he resumed his journey he very soon forgot about his purchase, and it was several days later when he finally arrived in Los Angeles to meet up with the agent who had encouraged him to come and try his luck in the entertainment business.
There was a Santa Ana blowing, and the air seemed to suck the moisture from his skin as he hopped out of his truck to head in for the appointment with Baron, his agent. Greeting him warmly, Baron went through the details of what he had arranged for Jensen. There would be a place for Jensen to stay until he found work and began to spread his wings. The place turned out to be a small bedsit in West Hollywood, but it was cheap and close to everything he needed. It would do for a while.
Baron had arranged for several auditions during the first week of his arrival in Los Angeles, and it wasn't long before he scored his first part, a tiny one on a kid's show, but he felt as though he was on his way. That part was swiftly followed by another bit part and then a series, in which he played a brainless but handsome high school student. His parents, who had been watching his progress nervously, finally acknowledged that maybe he was going to be successful, and relaxed a little.
Mr. Rhodes was a fun show, and Jensen was loving the experience, so he was shocked when it was canceled very early in the season. It was really his first taste of rejection, and he found it devastating. He returned to the small studio apartment where he lived feeling crushed and uncertain, with no work ahead of him for the next little while.
The following morning he cast around for something to do to occupy his time until he had an audition or an acting class, his eyes settled on the boxes he'd brought from home all those weeks ago. They'd remained stacked in the corner of the living room, awaiting the day when he got around to opening them up. Deciding that today was the day, he set to unpacking the contents, setting photographs on his dresser for hanging later, tossing his Texas flag onto his bed to hang over the window, stacking favorite books on the floor and folding away clothing into the dresser in the corner. The last box was almost empty. He hauled out his cowboy hat and perched it on the bedpost and finally spotted the lamp he'd bought on impulse on his way from Texas.
The thing was tarnished, battered, and as he held it in his hands, he once again felt the pull of it. Somehow it was perfect to him. He turned it around and around, picturing it, burnished and gleaming, the glass polished clean and the dents erased. Idly, he breathed on the glass and then began to buff it with the sleeve of his shirt.
When the lamp began to glow and emit a thin strand of white smoke, he almost dropped it in astonishment. He could only watch, perplexed, as the smoke began to coalesce and take the form of a man. The man was well muscled and naked to the waist save for a brief waistcoat in a lavender, silky-looking fabric, open to reveal a broad, brown, well-muscled chest. On his head he was wearing a turban - a pink one.
Jensen gaped. "Uh..." he said, intelligently.
The slowly materializing vision had become visible to just below the knee, revealing a pair of pants that put Jensen in mind of MC Hammer and made him want to giggle.
The being folded his brawny, tattooed arms across his deep chest and beamed at Jensen. "How may I serve?" it said.
Jensen, still boggling at the creature's sudden appearance, gaped for a moment longer. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"
"I have not engaged in sexual congress with you," his visitor reared up to his full height and looked stern for a moment, and then waggled his eyebrows somewhat wickedly. "Yet," he added.
That made Jensen blink. He was about to make an extremely rude retort, when he suddenly realized that the creature was joking. He paused, mouth open. "Look," he said. "My name isn't Aladdin, and you don't sound or look anything like Robin Williams, so enlighten me. Who are you, and what the f... uh, hell are you doing in my bedroom?"
"You summoned me," was the reply. "I am bound to respond to your call."
"Are you seriously telling me that you're a genie, and you live in this lamp?" Jensen looked from the lamp in his hand to the towering being that was standing in front of him, arms still folded in a very genie-like fashion across his chest. Silver cuffs wrapped around his wrists, etched with strange symbols that seemed to crawl when Jensen tried to focus on them.
"That would be me," replied the genie. "And may I just take a moment to say thank you for letting me out. It gets pretty cramped in there after a while."
"Welcome... I think," muttered Jensen, wondering if this were a sign that his parents had been right all along, and he was beginning to lose his grip on real life.
"So, like I said earlier," said the genie, somewhat impatiently. "Now we've got that straight, how may I serve? Standing like this is giving me shoulder twinges."
"Are you trying to grant me a wish?" Jensen blinked again. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, and his contact lens would slip if he kept it up.
"I'm contracted under section 7, paragraph 1 of 'The Great Book of Genie By-Laws', also known as 'Al Khazam!', to provide you with three, excluding eternal life or a wish for a further three wishes, because that's cheating. Anything else is on the table." The genie gave him a blinding smile, revealing dimples that made Jensen lick his lips and swallow.
"Okay, okay. Three wishes. Let me see..." Placed on the spot as he was, Jensen couldn't think of anything he wanted. He pondered for a few minutes. He wouldn't mind some cotton candy from a vendor at a funfair, if he knew where there was a funfair. A day at a funfair would be awesome right now, even though he wouldn't buy any cotton candy, because he needed to stay in shape, and it might ruin his figure, not to mention his skin, which would break out; he just knew it. He put that thought to one side, because there must be something he wanted more than to spend a day at the fair. He frowned. What he really wanted was to be a child again, and not have any adult worries any more, but he wasn't going to wish for that, because at the end of the day he knew that he didn't REALLY want that at all. He was just feeling down that day, and if he really wanted it, he could just go home, but that would mean giving up...
"Hey, genie? Would it be cheating to ask you for an awesome acting job?" Jensen raised wide eyes to the statuesque figure standing before him, hoping against hope that his request wasn't something the genie would laugh at.
"My pleasure," nodded the genie, snapping his fingers. "In fact, it is done."
The phone rang just at that moment, and Jensen jumped out of his skin.
The genie watched him expectantly, white teeth gleaming in his smiling face. "Aren't you going to answer that?" he asked.
Picking up the phone, Jensen listened to Baron as he babbled excitedly. "You got it, kiddo! I knew you'd make me proud. You got it, and you're gonna do great..."
"Wait! What did I get?" Jensen croaked, feeling as if he was indeed living in a world of make-believe.
"Days of Our Lives, dude! You landed the part. I'm not kidding!" Baron sounded as if he was hyperventilating, and Jensen waited for the manager to suddenly tell him he'd been punked or something, but when he spoke again, Baron just said, "I'm sending Georgina over with the paperwork. Sign it all, in blood if you've got any, and send it back as fast as you can. They want you to start on Monday."
"Okay," Jensen thought for a minute. "Hey? Do I get a script? Any idea who I'm gonna be?"
"They usually give those out on the day," muttered Baron. "Don't worry about it. You'll knock 'em dead." With that, he hung up the phone and left Jensen gazing at the genie in amazement.
"Did you do that?" he asked the genie.
"I rather think you must have done it," said the genie, smirking. "I just made sure that your idiot manager remembered to tell you. He's had that contract on his desk since Tuesday."
"Jeez!" Jensen put the phone back in its cradle. "Thank you for that." He finally set the lamp down beside his bed. "Okay, genie. What's your name? I can't keep on calling you genie; that's rude."
"Nobody who has possessed me has ever asked my name before. This is most kind of you, master. " Jensen flinched at the word 'master' as the genie continued. "My name is Jharad al Paad al Lackhi"
"That's pretty much a mouthful, right there." Jensen had occasionally wished his own name was something less unusual, but at least it was pronounceable, even if people did forget and call him Jason all the time. "Gonna call you Jared, okay?"
"Your wish is my command, oh, master," said Jared, bowing.
"And while we're at it, knock off all the 'master' stuff. I'm not your master. I'm just Jensen." Jensen rose to his feet and punched Jared's shoulder lightly. "Does that mean I still get wishes? I was thinking that we could go to Disneyland and get ice-cream or cotton candy something while I think about a really good wish. Have you been before? Wanna go with me?"
"I would like that very much." The genie beamed his brilliant smile at Jensen again.
"I guess we should change your clothes before we go anywhere," muttered Jensen, looking at the voluminous pants and vest the genie wore. "Would you mind losing the turban? I might have shorts or something that would fit you."
"The turban is a part of my uniform," said Jared, frowning.
"Well, why don't you consider yourself off-duty for today?"
The genie considered that offer for a moment and then nodded, his smile even wider, if that were possible. He clapped his hands three times, and suddenly he looked less like a fugitive from the Arabian Nights and more like a cowboy, worn jeans, cowboy boots and checkered western shirt that matched exactly the look depicted in a photograph on the cover of the magazine Jensen had been reading. The wrist cuffs had remained, but the rest was definitely cowboy. Without the turban, his hair hung, glossy chestnut, to curl softly on his shoulders.
"That works," murmured Jensen, openly admiring the way Jared's broad chest tapered down to slim hips, long legs and tight buttocks. "I can pretend you're my boyfriend."
"That sounds like fun," announced Jared. "I've never been someone's pretend boyfriend before."
Disneyland was indeed fun. The two of them had experienced the rides, and met with Mickey Mouse, much to Jensen's amusement. Jared had refused to accept that there was anything even slightly mouse-like about Mickey.
"This is an Afrit," he announced. "They are evil spirits, and befog the mind of those who see them. They have taken over this place where children are available for them to work their evil." Jensen was rolling his eyes, and they had just turned away from Mickey to head towards the next attraction, when Donald Duck, who had been hurrying to tell the guy animating Mickey it was time for him to go on break, crashed into Jared.
Jared shrieked, "Afrit!" and snapped his fingers. Donald vanished instantly.
"Jesus!" Jensen boggled. Fortunately, Mickey was busy posing for a photograph with two seraphic little blond girls and didn't notice the sudden disappearance. "What did you do?"
"I sent him to Jahannam, where afrits belong." Jared winked. "These little ones must be protected."
"Bring him back!" Jensen's voice was several octaves higher than usual.
"But..."
"He's Not an afrit! He's a human being! Bring him back, please. That's a wish, goddammit!" Jensen was hysterical.
Jared gazed at him for a moment, his brow crinkled in obvious puzzlement. Finally, he gave a sigh and snapped his fingers. Donald Duck reappeared, flopping down to sit with his legs splayed out, and Jensen was convinced he could see little birds circling his head as he shook it and attempted to gather his wits. He grabbed Jared's hand and dragged him away from the scene before anyone decided that they were complicit in the strange disappearance and return of the duck. "Just fucking wait til I get you home," he growled. "You're not too big for a spanking!"
As it happened, they found themselves in the Aladdin musical production, and, as they took their seats, Jared suddenly realized what they were watching. "You know I was traumatized by Abanazer? He wanted me to do things I just never..."
"Shhh!" The woman behind them, who was accompanied by what appeared to be a whole pack of kids with buck teeth and freckles, poked Jared in the back, and Jensen let out a snort of laughter as he saw the genie shrink down into his seat as if hiding from the fury of the woman who'd chastised him.
"Chicken," whispered Jensen.
"I am no barnyard fowl," muttered the genie. 'I am the Djinn, Jharad al Paad al Lakhi..."
"Shhhh!"
Jared subsided.
As it happened, the show was fun. Jared was entranced by the songs that had been written for the events and came out of the performance bellowing "A Whole New World" at the top of his considerable lungs. "I did not think that the depiction of me was at all accurate," he said to Jensen as they made their way toward the exit, tired at last. "Still, I must thank you for your kindness in including me on this excursion. I will recollect it fondly when I return, as I must, to my prison within the lamp."
~*~
The arrangement was working wonderfully well. Jared made an awesome pretend boyfriend, although Jensen was becoming more and more interested in him as a real boyfriend.
They made the visit to Disneyland a regular excursion whenever Jensen had time out from his new job. It seemed as though luck was with him, because even though he parted ways from 'Days' after a period of time honing his craft, he was never unemployed for long, and although he never used another wish, he relished the time he spent with Jared, who would appear whenever summoned, although he had to return to his lamp at midnight each day.
Several times, Jensen tried to move the relationship beyond pretence and into an actual relationship, but somehow there was always something that would happen that prevented any intimacy more exciting than holding hands. Sometimes he caught Jared looking at him wistfully, but whenever Jensen moved in closer to steal a kiss, something would happen. The clock would strike midnight, or the phone would ring. Once the doorbell rang, but when Jensen went to answer it, nobody was there. He learned just how far he could go and tried to tell himself that he was happy. He dated models and silently pined for what he could have only as a friendship.
So time flew by. Jensen was working, building skills, accumulating wealth and falling deeper and deeper head over heels for the gorgeous genie.
At last Jensen found himself in Vancouver working on yet another genre show, wishing that he could fall out of love with Jared and into love with someone he could actually have. Everything came to a head one Sunday when he and the Genie went to spend the day at the PNE.
They'd enjoyed the rides, eaten enough junk food to sink a battleship, or at least Jared had, and ended the evening watching fireworks and listening to the concert. It was almost midnight as they began to head for Jensen's car.
"We should hurry," said Jared, "I must return to my lamp."
"Why must you?" Jensen was baffled. He took Jared's hand as he led the way out of the park and towards where they had left his truck.
"I... It is something that has always been my fate," said Jared, his voice soft. "There is no escape."
"Okay, Jared," Jensen was starting to get an idea. "Listen to me." He swallowed. "Do you...?" He paused, trying hard to overcome the knowledge that he was just another owner in the genie's 2,000 year career. "We've been together for a long time now. Could you see me as your boyfriend? I mean, really?"
There was no doubt of Jared's feelings. The genie flung his arms around Jensen enthusiastically, stopping them right in the middle of the stream of departing concert goers. "I would be proud to call you mine," he said, his eyes wide as he gazed at Jensen.
"I've still got a wish left, don't I?" asked Jensen, trying to remember if he'd used all three or not.
"Uh, yeah," muttered Jared. "There was the job thing, and the Afrit that you insisted I spare. What would you have as your third wish?"
"I wish that you would not be a genie any more, and be my boyfriend for real instead." They had reached Jensen's truck by now, and as the two of them hopped in, Jared looked stunned. Jensen took his hand again once they were on the road, and Jared remained uncharacteristically silent, his face solemn in a most un-Jared-like manner.
It didn't take long for them to arrive back downtown, and as they made their way up to Jensen's
apartment, Jensen wondered what had made the previously merry genie so quiet. He didn't ask until they were back inside once more. Then he turned to stare at Jared, determined that this time he would have the answer he sought.
"I love you," he said. He'd never said the words to anyone outside of his family before, and it felt to him as if the world had suddenly stuttered in its voyage around the sun. There was a rushing sound, and Jensen shivered. Jared froze. He was still gazing at Jensen, an expression on his face that seemed compounded of equal parts love and sadness, and Jensen reached for him, cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss.
Jared was trembling. His mouth was warm and slick, and this time he didn't distract Jensen from his purpose. Instead, he responded, lips slick and tongue active as Jensen reached his own in to taste and learn as much as he could about Jared, in case this would be the only time he could have.
Jared didn't seem to be going anywhere. Instead, he was clinging to Jensen, eyes closed, mouth hard against Jensen's as if he would drink him in. Thinking that 'seize the day,' was the best idea he'd ever heard, Jensen pushed and tugged at him until they were close to the bedroom, backed him in through the door, still kissing, kicked the lamp aside and laid him down on the bed.
He had his hand in Jared's pants even while he was sliding his lips over Jared's cheek, working their way down and across the underside of his jaw. He felt Jared arch his hips, felt the press of Jared’s dick against his own, as firm and hard as diamond.
Lifting his head, he gazed down at Jared, watching him blink long, thick lashes, looking vulnerable even though Jensen knew that he could stop this at any time with just the snap of his fingers.
"I love you," he whispered again, and Jared licked his lips, mouth wet and shiny, cat-like eyes flying open to look up at him with adoration before pulling Jensen down into a kiss that was hard enough to be painful. Jensen thought Jared was moaning, but the pounding of his own heart was so loud as the blood sang in his ears that he could only reciprocate, tongue probing, lashing, fighting Jared's. He forced his arms under Jared to encircle his waist and pull his center hard against him.
Jared began to babble, words slurred as he mumbled against Jensen's skin. Straining to hear his words, Jensen realized that he was saying 'please, please...'
"Whatever you need..." Jensen couldn't stop touching, kissing, mouth loose as it traveled over the sculpted dips and planes of Jared's body. They were suddenly somehow naked, and Jensen murmured a thank you as he dipped his head to press a wet, sloppy kiss on the inside of Jared's thigh.
"Can I taste you?" Jensen's voice was deeper, huskier than usual, and Jared bit his lip.
"Taste me?"
"Like this." Jensen took hold of Jared's cock and sucked it into his mouth, drawing it in as deep as it would go. That produced a sharp buck of Jared's hips and a whimper that made Jensen grin as he slurped and sucked, drinking in the expression on the genie's face. "Just relax."
It didn't take long before Jared was thrusting desperately into Jensen's mouth as Jensen suckled at him, running his tongue around the silky skin and humming gently as he worked it. He couldn't get enough of Jared. Every little whimper felt like a caress. Every gasp made him shudder as he worshipped the body he'd craved for so long.When Jared came, Jensen almost came himself and had to squeeze his own cock to stop it from exploding. He drank Jared down, relishing the acrid, viscous fluid that spurted across his tongue. "I love you," he whispered as Jared flailed and spasmed through his orgasm. "I don't want you to go back into the lamp. I want you to stay with me. Be my love."
"I... I want to," said Jared, reaching to run questing fingers over Jensen's lips. "I don't recall any clause in the handbook that would permit..." He opened his mouth to say more, but there was a sound like a gong being struck hard, and suddenly Jared began to fade, turning wispy and smoke-like as he was sucked back inside the lamp. There was a clattering sound as the two silver cuffs that Jared had worn since they'd first met fell to the floor and rolled under Jensen's bed.
"No!" Jensen reached for the lamp where it had rolled away into a corner after he'd kicked it and began to burnish it on the corner of his bedspread. "Come back, Jared. Please come back. I love you." He gave a little sob. "But I wished..."
For the first time since Jensen had summoned his genie, there was no response.
~*~
For several weeks Jensen went through the motions of going to work, but his heart wasn't in it any more. He was no longer interested in partying or joining in with the rest of the cast in pranking anyone they could catch. He gave up trying to summon Jared from the little old lamp and finally consigned it to the back of his closet.
Pilot season came around, and Baron called him back to LA to audition for a new series. "You want to be a major player, not a supporting actor," he told Jensen, when Jensen protested lethargically that he already had a part in a series. "Don't give me that, kiddo. The show must go on! Get your ass in there and give it all you've got. Make me proud."
Jensen rolled his eyes, but went for the audition anyway. He'd read through the script and thought it looked interesting, and what the heck, if he didn't get the part, he was already working on a popular series after all. Entering the offices on the Warner Brothers' backlot, he looked around for the other candidates, but there was nobody there except for him, and he began to feel as if he was being punked. He was just debating going to make sure that he was actually in the right office, when a man poked his head around the door in the corner and said, "Please come in. We're ready for you now."
Mentally shrugging, Jensen followed the man down a long corridor and then into another room where there was a table around which five people were sitting.
"Welcome," announced the one in the middle. "Let's hear what you've got. I'll feed you the lines and we'll take it from there."
As Jensen began to go through that opening scene, he found himself wishing that he could take the other part, and as the scene came to an end, he looked up at the man who'd been giving him his cues. "You know, I'd really like to do that other part," he said, hoping that his protests wouldn’t lose him both parts.
"Why, that's amazing! I was just about to suggest that very thing." The man, whose name appeared to be Eric, from the badge he was wearing, beamed at him. "Could you take a seat for me, please." He nodded at the man who had brought him into the room in the first place, who left, while Jensen sat and frowned, wondering what was going on.
The man returned just a few moments later, followed by someone else, and as they entered the room Jensen could barely restrain himself from gaping. The man was tall, with shiny chestnut hair and long legs, and as he caught sight of Jensen, he gave him a brilliant smile and winked.
"Jensen," said Eric, interrupting Jensen's quiet heart attack. "I'd like you to meet Jared Padalecki."
~*~
Later, much later, Jensen led Jared back to the house he'd bought. "I thought I'd lost you," he whispered, afraid to speak any louder in case Jared was whisked away from him all over again.
"You did for a little while," said Jared, wrapping his arms around Jensen and pulling him close. "They took me to the court while they decided whether or not to release me from bondage."
"And now?" Jensen pulled down Jared's head until he could reach to press kisses onto it, gently lipping the skin of cheek and chin.
"And now I win!" Jared beamed and growled as he buried his face in Jensen's neck. "I'm human, and here with you forever." He laughed softly and began to unbutton Jensen's shirt. "And I owe you pleasure to equal that which you gave me."
Jensen looked up then, eyes heavy lidded and challenging. "Oh, there are so many things I want to do to you now." He shivered as Jared pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and reached to do the same for Jared, layering kisses on every new patch of skin he exposed to his touch. There was the soft snick of a zipper, and he felt gentle hands push his jeans and underwear down. He knew then that Jared was as much on board with their lovemaking as he was.
It was touch and go who was in command as they wrestled each other free of clothing and onto the couch. To Jensen it felt as if he had entered some enchanted bubble where colors were brighter and everything was muted.
He gazed down at Jared's thick cock, remembering the taste, the feel and the heft of it in his palm. Bending to nibble around it, he realized that he couldn't wait long enough to really do it justice. He kissed it and then dropped lower. "Gonna open you up some, because I want..."
"I know what you want. I... I took a course."
Jensen wasn't sure what to make of that. He wrapped his hand tightly around Jared’s cock, pumping it slowly as he reached for lube. Once he'd run it to earth down amongst the cushions, he pulled Jared's leg high across his shoulder. Jared moaned as Jensen's fingers found and caressed the little pucker of his ass, bit his lip and tried to keep still as Jensen pushed one slippery finger inside him.
"Tell me if I hurt you," he gritted out. His own cock was tingling with need, and he just wanted to plunge inside Jared and possess him. The idea of him being inexperienced and virginal was almost as big a turn-on as the smooth caramel of his skin and the desperate, needy expression on his face.
He slid his finger in deeper, knowing when he found Jared's sweet spot because it set Jared’s hips pumping. Jared let out a small sob and Jensen heard himself growl low in his throat. Pulling away for more lube, he uttered a soft, “Relax. Let me make you feel good, okay?” and pressed a second finger inside Jared, who promptly threw an arm over his eyes and muttered something in a foreign language that sounded like a curse.
Jared was touching him, too, jacking his cock and making him gasp, and Jensen sank his teeth into Jared's forearm as he felt how close he was. He bucked mindlessly up into Jared’s fist, and then slapped Jared's hand away.
"Can't do that now. I want to..." His third finger was inside Jared now, and he couldn't wait any longer. "Need to..."
Jared was tight, and Jensen pressed his cock in inch by inch as Jared pulled and tugged at him, trying to make him go faster, push deeper, anything, anything. At last, deep inside, Jensen felt as though he was finally home. He'd dreamed of this, wanted Jared for so long, and Jared was his, the flush on his cheekbones testament to his arousal, cock twitching against his belly and cunning face set in a rictus of pleasure.
It couldn't last. He'd wanted it for too long, and as he felt that first white-hot burst of sweet fire igniting his orgasm he could only pant and moan and beg Jared to come with him. The sweet release seemed to go on forever. He could only collapse into the aftershocks and try to regain his scattered wits, while Jared writhed restlessly against him.
As soon as he could think straight, Jensen’s mouth found its way back onto Jared’s dick, lapping and swallowing as Jared cried out and arched up against him, rigid as his orgasm took him.
"I love you." Jared's voice was thick and gravel-deep, and Jensen felt his stomach swoop in thrilled realization that it was the first time Jared had said those words to him. Jensen pressed up against him, his lips finding Jared’s chin as he mumbled, “That makes it tidy.”
"I thought always to be in bondage, a slave to those who owned the lamp. Now I am free, and I will love you forever." Jared's eyes were bright, suspiciously shiny as Jensen bent to kiss him and pillow his head on Jared's brawny shoulder ready for sleep.
"You're still mine though," said Jensen, softly. "Never gonna let you go."
"That suits me," replied Jared, fading into sleep.
Strangely, when Jensen went to find the lamp and the silver cuffs that Jared had left behind when he was taken away by his genie overlords, they were unaccountably missing. As he gazed at the smiling face of the ex-genie he had liberated and went to receive the kiss that he was being offered, he had to admit that he really didn't care. He had found the love of his life, and so he felt that he'd got the best of the bargain. If the two of them didn't live happily ever after, it wouldn't be for want of trying.
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: 6,000 on the nose
Author's notes: I tried to put in at least some of your favorite things, and I hope that this will work for you. I hope that it hits the spot, and that you have a wonderful holiday season.
Jensen Ackles was a dreamer. Throughout his life he'd heard the muffled whispers. "He's always got his head in the clouds." "He'll never amount to anything." "Earth to Jensen," and so on, until he almost began to believe the muffled disapproval. He came to believe that the only safe place for him was inside his imagination.
Real life was messy and annoying, so Jensen turned away from it as much as he possibly could. It wasn't completely possible of course. He still had to drive his sister around, and put up with her tedious little friends sighing over him and indulging in high-pitched giggle fits every time he so much as looked at any of them. He still had to put up with his brother's habit of tormenting him in sneaky ways and then presenting a face of perfect - albeit spurious - innocence when his mother came to pass judgment, so he retreated into his own head and began to invent a world that was, to him, far more to his tastes.
So all through his adolescence, Jensen lived in his own little world, dreaming of adventure, dreaming of noble acts, and dreaming of becoming a hero some day. He took up weights, working hard to build a heroic body, knowing that some day it would be useful. He daydreamed through his classes, doing just enough to get through the school system without making waves and never needed to emerge completely from his secret world.
He dreamed his way through 12th Grade, tackling English and calculus while mentally battling monsters, slaying dragons and rescuing fair maidens before riding off on a white stallion.
It came as no surprise to his parents when he announced that he'd decided to try and become an actor. His dad took him to one side and spoke to him, man to man, and laid out what he and Jensen's mother had decided.
"Son, you're a good actor, but it's a cruel world out there, and you're a dreamer. We'll foot the bill for you to try your luck for one year and one year only. If you make it, well and good, but if you don't, you have to give me your word as an Ackles that you'll come back home and go to school and make something of yourself."
"Of course, Dad," murmured Jensen, knowing, with the confidence of a teenager, that there was no way he would fail.
So he was given permission to go off to the land of broken dreams and try his best to make his own dreams a reality. He knew he was a good actor, and he also knew that he had a handsome face. He was sure that he would be able to beat the trend and make it, so Jensen Ackles set off to seek his fortune, with the modern equivalent of a bundle of his possessions on a stick.
The day he set out on his trip to LA, he was driving an elderly Toyota pickup with his belongings in the bed of the truck, a sleeping bag and the address of an agent who was interested in signing him at the end of his trek. He was in Montrose, Colorado on the day that he decided to take a break and explore the little town.
He never knew why he decided to step into Pine Cone Antiques and poke around the musty old store. He was even more confused about the attraction he felt for an ancient, very battered brass hurricane lamp he found in a box of assorted junk.
"How much for this?" he asked the little, elderly proprietor, who seemed to closely resemble the very pine cone that gave the store its name.
The old man shrugged. "$15 to you, my boy. You look like someone that would give it a good home." Jensen was quick to toss the old man a couple of crumpled notes and accept the lamp, carefully wrapped in old newspaper and stuffed into a plastic carrier bag.
As he resumed his journey he very soon forgot about his purchase, and it was several days later when he finally arrived in Los Angeles to meet up with the agent who had encouraged him to come and try his luck in the entertainment business.
There was a Santa Ana blowing, and the air seemed to suck the moisture from his skin as he hopped out of his truck to head in for the appointment with Baron, his agent. Greeting him warmly, Baron went through the details of what he had arranged for Jensen. There would be a place for Jensen to stay until he found work and began to spread his wings. The place turned out to be a small bedsit in West Hollywood, but it was cheap and close to everything he needed. It would do for a while.
Baron had arranged for several auditions during the first week of his arrival in Los Angeles, and it wasn't long before he scored his first part, a tiny one on a kid's show, but he felt as though he was on his way. That part was swiftly followed by another bit part and then a series, in which he played a brainless but handsome high school student. His parents, who had been watching his progress nervously, finally acknowledged that maybe he was going to be successful, and relaxed a little.
Mr. Rhodes was a fun show, and Jensen was loving the experience, so he was shocked when it was canceled very early in the season. It was really his first taste of rejection, and he found it devastating. He returned to the small studio apartment where he lived feeling crushed and uncertain, with no work ahead of him for the next little while.
The following morning he cast around for something to do to occupy his time until he had an audition or an acting class, his eyes settled on the boxes he'd brought from home all those weeks ago. They'd remained stacked in the corner of the living room, awaiting the day when he got around to opening them up. Deciding that today was the day, he set to unpacking the contents, setting photographs on his dresser for hanging later, tossing his Texas flag onto his bed to hang over the window, stacking favorite books on the floor and folding away clothing into the dresser in the corner. The last box was almost empty. He hauled out his cowboy hat and perched it on the bedpost and finally spotted the lamp he'd bought on impulse on his way from Texas.
The thing was tarnished, battered, and as he held it in his hands, he once again felt the pull of it. Somehow it was perfect to him. He turned it around and around, picturing it, burnished and gleaming, the glass polished clean and the dents erased. Idly, he breathed on the glass and then began to buff it with the sleeve of his shirt.
When the lamp began to glow and emit a thin strand of white smoke, he almost dropped it in astonishment. He could only watch, perplexed, as the smoke began to coalesce and take the form of a man. The man was well muscled and naked to the waist save for a brief waistcoat in a lavender, silky-looking fabric, open to reveal a broad, brown, well-muscled chest. On his head he was wearing a turban - a pink one.
Jensen gaped. "Uh..." he said, intelligently.
The slowly materializing vision had become visible to just below the knee, revealing a pair of pants that put Jensen in mind of MC Hammer and made him want to giggle.
The being folded his brawny, tattooed arms across his deep chest and beamed at Jensen. "How may I serve?" it said.
Jensen, still boggling at the creature's sudden appearance, gaped for a moment longer. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"
"I have not engaged in sexual congress with you," his visitor reared up to his full height and looked stern for a moment, and then waggled his eyebrows somewhat wickedly. "Yet," he added.
That made Jensen blink. He was about to make an extremely rude retort, when he suddenly realized that the creature was joking. He paused, mouth open. "Look," he said. "My name isn't Aladdin, and you don't sound or look anything like Robin Williams, so enlighten me. Who are you, and what the f... uh, hell are you doing in my bedroom?"
"You summoned me," was the reply. "I am bound to respond to your call."
"Are you seriously telling me that you're a genie, and you live in this lamp?" Jensen looked from the lamp in his hand to the towering being that was standing in front of him, arms still folded in a very genie-like fashion across his chest. Silver cuffs wrapped around his wrists, etched with strange symbols that seemed to crawl when Jensen tried to focus on them.
"That would be me," replied the genie. "And may I just take a moment to say thank you for letting me out. It gets pretty cramped in there after a while."
"Welcome... I think," muttered Jensen, wondering if this were a sign that his parents had been right all along, and he was beginning to lose his grip on real life.
"So, like I said earlier," said the genie, somewhat impatiently. "Now we've got that straight, how may I serve? Standing like this is giving me shoulder twinges."
"Are you trying to grant me a wish?" Jensen blinked again. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, and his contact lens would slip if he kept it up.
"I'm contracted under section 7, paragraph 1 of 'The Great Book of Genie By-Laws', also known as 'Al Khazam!', to provide you with three, excluding eternal life or a wish for a further three wishes, because that's cheating. Anything else is on the table." The genie gave him a blinding smile, revealing dimples that made Jensen lick his lips and swallow.
"Okay, okay. Three wishes. Let me see..." Placed on the spot as he was, Jensen couldn't think of anything he wanted. He pondered for a few minutes. He wouldn't mind some cotton candy from a vendor at a funfair, if he knew where there was a funfair. A day at a funfair would be awesome right now, even though he wouldn't buy any cotton candy, because he needed to stay in shape, and it might ruin his figure, not to mention his skin, which would break out; he just knew it. He put that thought to one side, because there must be something he wanted more than to spend a day at the fair. He frowned. What he really wanted was to be a child again, and not have any adult worries any more, but he wasn't going to wish for that, because at the end of the day he knew that he didn't REALLY want that at all. He was just feeling down that day, and if he really wanted it, he could just go home, but that would mean giving up...
"Hey, genie? Would it be cheating to ask you for an awesome acting job?" Jensen raised wide eyes to the statuesque figure standing before him, hoping against hope that his request wasn't something the genie would laugh at.
"My pleasure," nodded the genie, snapping his fingers. "In fact, it is done."
The phone rang just at that moment, and Jensen jumped out of his skin.
The genie watched him expectantly, white teeth gleaming in his smiling face. "Aren't you going to answer that?" he asked.
Picking up the phone, Jensen listened to Baron as he babbled excitedly. "You got it, kiddo! I knew you'd make me proud. You got it, and you're gonna do great..."
"Wait! What did I get?" Jensen croaked, feeling as if he was indeed living in a world of make-believe.
"Days of Our Lives, dude! You landed the part. I'm not kidding!" Baron sounded as if he was hyperventilating, and Jensen waited for the manager to suddenly tell him he'd been punked or something, but when he spoke again, Baron just said, "I'm sending Georgina over with the paperwork. Sign it all, in blood if you've got any, and send it back as fast as you can. They want you to start on Monday."
"Okay," Jensen thought for a minute. "Hey? Do I get a script? Any idea who I'm gonna be?"
"They usually give those out on the day," muttered Baron. "Don't worry about it. You'll knock 'em dead." With that, he hung up the phone and left Jensen gazing at the genie in amazement.
"Did you do that?" he asked the genie.
"I rather think you must have done it," said the genie, smirking. "I just made sure that your idiot manager remembered to tell you. He's had that contract on his desk since Tuesday."
"Jeez!" Jensen put the phone back in its cradle. "Thank you for that." He finally set the lamp down beside his bed. "Okay, genie. What's your name? I can't keep on calling you genie; that's rude."
"Nobody who has possessed me has ever asked my name before. This is most kind of you, master. " Jensen flinched at the word 'master' as the genie continued. "My name is Jharad al Paad al Lackhi"
"That's pretty much a mouthful, right there." Jensen had occasionally wished his own name was something less unusual, but at least it was pronounceable, even if people did forget and call him Jason all the time. "Gonna call you Jared, okay?"
"Your wish is my command, oh, master," said Jared, bowing.
"And while we're at it, knock off all the 'master' stuff. I'm not your master. I'm just Jensen." Jensen rose to his feet and punched Jared's shoulder lightly. "Does that mean I still get wishes? I was thinking that we could go to Disneyland and get ice-cream or cotton candy something while I think about a really good wish. Have you been before? Wanna go with me?"
"I would like that very much." The genie beamed his brilliant smile at Jensen again.
"I guess we should change your clothes before we go anywhere," muttered Jensen, looking at the voluminous pants and vest the genie wore. "Would you mind losing the turban? I might have shorts or something that would fit you."
"The turban is a part of my uniform," said Jared, frowning.
"Well, why don't you consider yourself off-duty for today?"
The genie considered that offer for a moment and then nodded, his smile even wider, if that were possible. He clapped his hands three times, and suddenly he looked less like a fugitive from the Arabian Nights and more like a cowboy, worn jeans, cowboy boots and checkered western shirt that matched exactly the look depicted in a photograph on the cover of the magazine Jensen had been reading. The wrist cuffs had remained, but the rest was definitely cowboy. Without the turban, his hair hung, glossy chestnut, to curl softly on his shoulders.
"That works," murmured Jensen, openly admiring the way Jared's broad chest tapered down to slim hips, long legs and tight buttocks. "I can pretend you're my boyfriend."
"That sounds like fun," announced Jared. "I've never been someone's pretend boyfriend before."
Disneyland was indeed fun. The two of them had experienced the rides, and met with Mickey Mouse, much to Jensen's amusement. Jared had refused to accept that there was anything even slightly mouse-like about Mickey.
"This is an Afrit," he announced. "They are evil spirits, and befog the mind of those who see them. They have taken over this place where children are available for them to work their evil." Jensen was rolling his eyes, and they had just turned away from Mickey to head towards the next attraction, when Donald Duck, who had been hurrying to tell the guy animating Mickey it was time for him to go on break, crashed into Jared.
Jared shrieked, "Afrit!" and snapped his fingers. Donald vanished instantly.
"Jesus!" Jensen boggled. Fortunately, Mickey was busy posing for a photograph with two seraphic little blond girls and didn't notice the sudden disappearance. "What did you do?"
"I sent him to Jahannam, where afrits belong." Jared winked. "These little ones must be protected."
"Bring him back!" Jensen's voice was several octaves higher than usual.
"But..."
"He's Not an afrit! He's a human being! Bring him back, please. That's a wish, goddammit!" Jensen was hysterical.
Jared gazed at him for a moment, his brow crinkled in obvious puzzlement. Finally, he gave a sigh and snapped his fingers. Donald Duck reappeared, flopping down to sit with his legs splayed out, and Jensen was convinced he could see little birds circling his head as he shook it and attempted to gather his wits. He grabbed Jared's hand and dragged him away from the scene before anyone decided that they were complicit in the strange disappearance and return of the duck. "Just fucking wait til I get you home," he growled. "You're not too big for a spanking!"
As it happened, they found themselves in the Aladdin musical production, and, as they took their seats, Jared suddenly realized what they were watching. "You know I was traumatized by Abanazer? He wanted me to do things I just never..."
"Shhh!" The woman behind them, who was accompanied by what appeared to be a whole pack of kids with buck teeth and freckles, poked Jared in the back, and Jensen let out a snort of laughter as he saw the genie shrink down into his seat as if hiding from the fury of the woman who'd chastised him.
"Chicken," whispered Jensen.
"I am no barnyard fowl," muttered the genie. 'I am the Djinn, Jharad al Paad al Lakhi..."
"Shhhh!"
Jared subsided.
As it happened, the show was fun. Jared was entranced by the songs that had been written for the events and came out of the performance bellowing "A Whole New World" at the top of his considerable lungs. "I did not think that the depiction of me was at all accurate," he said to Jensen as they made their way toward the exit, tired at last. "Still, I must thank you for your kindness in including me on this excursion. I will recollect it fondly when I return, as I must, to my prison within the lamp."
~*~
The arrangement was working wonderfully well. Jared made an awesome pretend boyfriend, although Jensen was becoming more and more interested in him as a real boyfriend.
They made the visit to Disneyland a regular excursion whenever Jensen had time out from his new job. It seemed as though luck was with him, because even though he parted ways from 'Days' after a period of time honing his craft, he was never unemployed for long, and although he never used another wish, he relished the time he spent with Jared, who would appear whenever summoned, although he had to return to his lamp at midnight each day.
Several times, Jensen tried to move the relationship beyond pretence and into an actual relationship, but somehow there was always something that would happen that prevented any intimacy more exciting than holding hands. Sometimes he caught Jared looking at him wistfully, but whenever Jensen moved in closer to steal a kiss, something would happen. The clock would strike midnight, or the phone would ring. Once the doorbell rang, but when Jensen went to answer it, nobody was there. He learned just how far he could go and tried to tell himself that he was happy. He dated models and silently pined for what he could have only as a friendship.
So time flew by. Jensen was working, building skills, accumulating wealth and falling deeper and deeper head over heels for the gorgeous genie.
At last Jensen found himself in Vancouver working on yet another genre show, wishing that he could fall out of love with Jared and into love with someone he could actually have. Everything came to a head one Sunday when he and the Genie went to spend the day at the PNE.
They'd enjoyed the rides, eaten enough junk food to sink a battleship, or at least Jared had, and ended the evening watching fireworks and listening to the concert. It was almost midnight as they began to head for Jensen's car.
"We should hurry," said Jared, "I must return to my lamp."
"Why must you?" Jensen was baffled. He took Jared's hand as he led the way out of the park and towards where they had left his truck.
"I... It is something that has always been my fate," said Jared, his voice soft. "There is no escape."
"Okay, Jared," Jensen was starting to get an idea. "Listen to me." He swallowed. "Do you...?" He paused, trying hard to overcome the knowledge that he was just another owner in the genie's 2,000 year career. "We've been together for a long time now. Could you see me as your boyfriend? I mean, really?"
There was no doubt of Jared's feelings. The genie flung his arms around Jensen enthusiastically, stopping them right in the middle of the stream of departing concert goers. "I would be proud to call you mine," he said, his eyes wide as he gazed at Jensen.
"I've still got a wish left, don't I?" asked Jensen, trying to remember if he'd used all three or not.
"Uh, yeah," muttered Jared. "There was the job thing, and the Afrit that you insisted I spare. What would you have as your third wish?"
"I wish that you would not be a genie any more, and be my boyfriend for real instead." They had reached Jensen's truck by now, and as the two of them hopped in, Jared looked stunned. Jensen took his hand again once they were on the road, and Jared remained uncharacteristically silent, his face solemn in a most un-Jared-like manner.
It didn't take long for them to arrive back downtown, and as they made their way up to Jensen's
apartment, Jensen wondered what had made the previously merry genie so quiet. He didn't ask until they were back inside once more. Then he turned to stare at Jared, determined that this time he would have the answer he sought.
"I love you," he said. He'd never said the words to anyone outside of his family before, and it felt to him as if the world had suddenly stuttered in its voyage around the sun. There was a rushing sound, and Jensen shivered. Jared froze. He was still gazing at Jensen, an expression on his face that seemed compounded of equal parts love and sadness, and Jensen reached for him, cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss.
Jared was trembling. His mouth was warm and slick, and this time he didn't distract Jensen from his purpose. Instead, he responded, lips slick and tongue active as Jensen reached his own in to taste and learn as much as he could about Jared, in case this would be the only time he could have.
Jared didn't seem to be going anywhere. Instead, he was clinging to Jensen, eyes closed, mouth hard against Jensen's as if he would drink him in. Thinking that 'seize the day,' was the best idea he'd ever heard, Jensen pushed and tugged at him until they were close to the bedroom, backed him in through the door, still kissing, kicked the lamp aside and laid him down on the bed.
He had his hand in Jared's pants even while he was sliding his lips over Jared's cheek, working their way down and across the underside of his jaw. He felt Jared arch his hips, felt the press of Jared’s dick against his own, as firm and hard as diamond.
Lifting his head, he gazed down at Jared, watching him blink long, thick lashes, looking vulnerable even though Jensen knew that he could stop this at any time with just the snap of his fingers.
"I love you," he whispered again, and Jared licked his lips, mouth wet and shiny, cat-like eyes flying open to look up at him with adoration before pulling Jensen down into a kiss that was hard enough to be painful. Jensen thought Jared was moaning, but the pounding of his own heart was so loud as the blood sang in his ears that he could only reciprocate, tongue probing, lashing, fighting Jared's. He forced his arms under Jared to encircle his waist and pull his center hard against him.
Jared began to babble, words slurred as he mumbled against Jensen's skin. Straining to hear his words, Jensen realized that he was saying 'please, please...'
"Whatever you need..." Jensen couldn't stop touching, kissing, mouth loose as it traveled over the sculpted dips and planes of Jared's body. They were suddenly somehow naked, and Jensen murmured a thank you as he dipped his head to press a wet, sloppy kiss on the inside of Jared's thigh.
"Can I taste you?" Jensen's voice was deeper, huskier than usual, and Jared bit his lip.
"Taste me?"
"Like this." Jensen took hold of Jared's cock and sucked it into his mouth, drawing it in as deep as it would go. That produced a sharp buck of Jared's hips and a whimper that made Jensen grin as he slurped and sucked, drinking in the expression on the genie's face. "Just relax."
It didn't take long before Jared was thrusting desperately into Jensen's mouth as Jensen suckled at him, running his tongue around the silky skin and humming gently as he worked it. He couldn't get enough of Jared. Every little whimper felt like a caress. Every gasp made him shudder as he worshipped the body he'd craved for so long.When Jared came, Jensen almost came himself and had to squeeze his own cock to stop it from exploding. He drank Jared down, relishing the acrid, viscous fluid that spurted across his tongue. "I love you," he whispered as Jared flailed and spasmed through his orgasm. "I don't want you to go back into the lamp. I want you to stay with me. Be my love."
"I... I want to," said Jared, reaching to run questing fingers over Jensen's lips. "I don't recall any clause in the handbook that would permit..." He opened his mouth to say more, but there was a sound like a gong being struck hard, and suddenly Jared began to fade, turning wispy and smoke-like as he was sucked back inside the lamp. There was a clattering sound as the two silver cuffs that Jared had worn since they'd first met fell to the floor and rolled under Jensen's bed.
"No!" Jensen reached for the lamp where it had rolled away into a corner after he'd kicked it and began to burnish it on the corner of his bedspread. "Come back, Jared. Please come back. I love you." He gave a little sob. "But I wished..."
For the first time since Jensen had summoned his genie, there was no response.
~*~
For several weeks Jensen went through the motions of going to work, but his heart wasn't in it any more. He was no longer interested in partying or joining in with the rest of the cast in pranking anyone they could catch. He gave up trying to summon Jared from the little old lamp and finally consigned it to the back of his closet.
Pilot season came around, and Baron called him back to LA to audition for a new series. "You want to be a major player, not a supporting actor," he told Jensen, when Jensen protested lethargically that he already had a part in a series. "Don't give me that, kiddo. The show must go on! Get your ass in there and give it all you've got. Make me proud."
Jensen rolled his eyes, but went for the audition anyway. He'd read through the script and thought it looked interesting, and what the heck, if he didn't get the part, he was already working on a popular series after all. Entering the offices on the Warner Brothers' backlot, he looked around for the other candidates, but there was nobody there except for him, and he began to feel as if he was being punked. He was just debating going to make sure that he was actually in the right office, when a man poked his head around the door in the corner and said, "Please come in. We're ready for you now."
Mentally shrugging, Jensen followed the man down a long corridor and then into another room where there was a table around which five people were sitting.
"Welcome," announced the one in the middle. "Let's hear what you've got. I'll feed you the lines and we'll take it from there."
As Jensen began to go through that opening scene, he found himself wishing that he could take the other part, and as the scene came to an end, he looked up at the man who'd been giving him his cues. "You know, I'd really like to do that other part," he said, hoping that his protests wouldn’t lose him both parts.
"Why, that's amazing! I was just about to suggest that very thing." The man, whose name appeared to be Eric, from the badge he was wearing, beamed at him. "Could you take a seat for me, please." He nodded at the man who had brought him into the room in the first place, who left, while Jensen sat and frowned, wondering what was going on.
The man returned just a few moments later, followed by someone else, and as they entered the room Jensen could barely restrain himself from gaping. The man was tall, with shiny chestnut hair and long legs, and as he caught sight of Jensen, he gave him a brilliant smile and winked.
"Jensen," said Eric, interrupting Jensen's quiet heart attack. "I'd like you to meet Jared Padalecki."
~*~
Later, much later, Jensen led Jared back to the house he'd bought. "I thought I'd lost you," he whispered, afraid to speak any louder in case Jared was whisked away from him all over again.
"You did for a little while," said Jared, wrapping his arms around Jensen and pulling him close. "They took me to the court while they decided whether or not to release me from bondage."
"And now?" Jensen pulled down Jared's head until he could reach to press kisses onto it, gently lipping the skin of cheek and chin.
"And now I win!" Jared beamed and growled as he buried his face in Jensen's neck. "I'm human, and here with you forever." He laughed softly and began to unbutton Jensen's shirt. "And I owe you pleasure to equal that which you gave me."
Jensen looked up then, eyes heavy lidded and challenging. "Oh, there are so many things I want to do to you now." He shivered as Jared pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and reached to do the same for Jared, layering kisses on every new patch of skin he exposed to his touch. There was the soft snick of a zipper, and he felt gentle hands push his jeans and underwear down. He knew then that Jared was as much on board with their lovemaking as he was.
It was touch and go who was in command as they wrestled each other free of clothing and onto the couch. To Jensen it felt as if he had entered some enchanted bubble where colors were brighter and everything was muted.
He gazed down at Jared's thick cock, remembering the taste, the feel and the heft of it in his palm. Bending to nibble around it, he realized that he couldn't wait long enough to really do it justice. He kissed it and then dropped lower. "Gonna open you up some, because I want..."
"I know what you want. I... I took a course."
Jensen wasn't sure what to make of that. He wrapped his hand tightly around Jared’s cock, pumping it slowly as he reached for lube. Once he'd run it to earth down amongst the cushions, he pulled Jared's leg high across his shoulder. Jared moaned as Jensen's fingers found and caressed the little pucker of his ass, bit his lip and tried to keep still as Jensen pushed one slippery finger inside him.
"Tell me if I hurt you," he gritted out. His own cock was tingling with need, and he just wanted to plunge inside Jared and possess him. The idea of him being inexperienced and virginal was almost as big a turn-on as the smooth caramel of his skin and the desperate, needy expression on his face.
He slid his finger in deeper, knowing when he found Jared's sweet spot because it set Jared’s hips pumping. Jared let out a small sob and Jensen heard himself growl low in his throat. Pulling away for more lube, he uttered a soft, “Relax. Let me make you feel good, okay?” and pressed a second finger inside Jared, who promptly threw an arm over his eyes and muttered something in a foreign language that sounded like a curse.
Jared was touching him, too, jacking his cock and making him gasp, and Jensen sank his teeth into Jared's forearm as he felt how close he was. He bucked mindlessly up into Jared’s fist, and then slapped Jared's hand away.
"Can't do that now. I want to..." His third finger was inside Jared now, and he couldn't wait any longer. "Need to..."
Jared was tight, and Jensen pressed his cock in inch by inch as Jared pulled and tugged at him, trying to make him go faster, push deeper, anything, anything. At last, deep inside, Jensen felt as though he was finally home. He'd dreamed of this, wanted Jared for so long, and Jared was his, the flush on his cheekbones testament to his arousal, cock twitching against his belly and cunning face set in a rictus of pleasure.
It couldn't last. He'd wanted it for too long, and as he felt that first white-hot burst of sweet fire igniting his orgasm he could only pant and moan and beg Jared to come with him. The sweet release seemed to go on forever. He could only collapse into the aftershocks and try to regain his scattered wits, while Jared writhed restlessly against him.
As soon as he could think straight, Jensen’s mouth found its way back onto Jared’s dick, lapping and swallowing as Jared cried out and arched up against him, rigid as his orgasm took him.
"I love you." Jared's voice was thick and gravel-deep, and Jensen felt his stomach swoop in thrilled realization that it was the first time Jared had said those words to him. Jensen pressed up against him, his lips finding Jared’s chin as he mumbled, “That makes it tidy.”
"I thought always to be in bondage, a slave to those who owned the lamp. Now I am free, and I will love you forever." Jared's eyes were bright, suspiciously shiny as Jensen bent to kiss him and pillow his head on Jared's brawny shoulder ready for sleep.
"You're still mine though," said Jensen, softly. "Never gonna let you go."
"That suits me," replied Jared, fading into sleep.
Strangely, when Jensen went to find the lamp and the silver cuffs that Jared had left behind when he was taken away by his genie overlords, they were unaccountably missing. As he gazed at the smiling face of the ex-genie he had liberated and went to receive the kiss that he was being offered, he had to admit that he really didn't care. He had found the love of his life, and so he felt that he'd got the best of the bargain. If the two of them didn't live happily ever after, it wouldn't be for want of trying.