Handy work J2
Jared followed the pounding sound down the hallway. He'd left the bags of groceries on the table, nothing perishable needing his immediate attention. The sound grew louder as he stood outside the second bedroom door. Suddenly it was quiet. A loud cough erupted, then the pounding continued.
Jared nudged open Jensen's bedroom door. Jensen hunched in the corner, denim slung low, showing off the line of his back and the curve of his ass. A tight white tank clung to his sweaty back.
The door frame held Jared's wobbly form. "Did I call a handy man?"
Jensen jumped, banging his head against the loose closet door. "Shit." Jared stifled a chuckle. "We've got three weeks off. I thought I'd finally get to work in here."
Jared smirked for a moment, knowing Jensen needed a project to keep him busy. The smirk fell, shock painting his face. "Wait, seriously?" He scoffed out a laugh. ""Dude, this is your room. You sure you're ready?"
Jensen stood up. "Jared, we talked about this. I thought we were gonna build a music room."
"Yeah." Jared nodded. "But you weren't comfortable with giving up your room."
Jensen went back to hammering a shelf into the closet. "Now I am."
Silence crept between them, excitement cropping up at the hair of Jared's neck. "Really?"
Jensen dropped the hammer and held out his hand. "Come here." He led Jared upstairs. Opening the door to Jared's room he flourished his hand before him. "Look."
Jared froze, unsure what he should see. "Okay." The taller man scanned the piles of dirty clothes and the two pair of shoes at the foot of the bed. He noticed the loose change on the nightstand where Jensen sometimes slept. He seen the book and alarm clock on his side table. "I need to clean my room?"
Jen smacked a hand across his face. "Jar, it's not your room."
"It's not?"
"No, it's not! I've moved all my stuff up here. My clothes are next door in the gym closet." Jensen's voice started to rise. "All my shaving stuff and my toothbrush is in your bathroom. There is a picture of my family on MY night stand!"
Jared looked again, piles of THEIR clothes mingling along the floor. Jensen's side table covered in HIS things. The blanket tangled at the bottom of the bed. Two stacks of pillows smooshed at the head board. "Our room?"
Jensen nodded, eyebrow cocked knowingly. "For about two weeks now." A smile tickled his lips. "I wanted to tell you. But I was having fun waiting to see if you'd notice."
A huge grin broke across Jared's face, he chuckled as he shuffled his feet nervously. "So, it's all official?"
"Well, all the parents know, the gang at work knows. I've been living DOWN stairs for awhile now." Jensen tugged at the younger man's belt loop, pulling him in for an embrace. "We. . . live together." His mouth grazed Jared's shoulder uncomfortably. "I. . . live with Jared Padalecki. No, I . . . LOVE Jared Padalecki."
Jared cupped Jensen's chin and nibbled near the full lips. "He loves you too." A soft giggle fused the excitement that bubbled between them. Jensen's hands ran across the mass of Jared's body, feeling for the thud of the taller man's heartbeat underneath his solid chest.
They wobbled to the bed, smiles still plastered across their lips as they kissed at each other. Bodies tumbled across the rumbled blankets, rolling around the massive mattress. Jared shrieked, catching Jen off guard. "Geez, Giant, what the hell was that?"
Jared laughed, his hand pulling at the buttons of his shirt. "I'm just. . . . I'm happy." He licked at his lips, hand moving to Jensen's shirt hem. "Let's get this off." He peeled away the thin tank and then shrugged out of his own shirt. Jared nuzzled into Jensen's sweaty skin, licking at the salt that covered him. "I've wanted this for a long time."
Jensen sighed. "I know. I . . . . I wanted to be sure." He let his hand dance along the zipper of Jared's jeans. "But that Thursday, I was sure."
Jared moaned, bucking into Jen's touch, he cleared his head to ask Jensen about Thursday. "What are you talking about Ackles?"
Jen's hand stroked lazily along the hard outline of Jared's dick, just enough to keep him interested. "I knew you wouldn't remember. Okay, couple of Thursday's ago, on set, we had a scene and that bookcase started to fall. You pushed me out of the way. That knot on your head is still there. And then, I knew."
Jared's head rolled back and forth, a sweet smile soft across his face. "That was your moment?"
Jensen pulled up, head propped in his hand, other hand pulling down the zipper to find Jared's cock. "That's my moment."
Jared sucked Jensen's lips into his mouth, dragging a hand down to Jen's jeans. "Wanna know my moment?" He rolled into Jen, letting their hips tap together.
Hiss of breath before Jen could push out an answer. "Yeah."
"It was, first season." Jen rose to protest. "Hush, my moment! It was first season, one of the episodes with ghosts in it." He chuckled with sarcasm. "You messed up a line for the third time. And you looked at me, like, like you were telling me all sorts of stuff with just your eyes. And I knew exactly what you meant." He huffed out a laugh. "I'd never felt that way. Never, knew someone so well, never wanted to know someone that well." Jared tossed Jen's hand away from him and pushed their hard cocks together, shifting both of the jeans down to the foot of the bed. "I just knew, I couldn't go on without you in my life."
Lips collided, a double moan filled the air. Jared couldn't help the sigh that followed. The jutting of hips was familiar. The taste of the sweaty skin all the same. And yet, their was a wonderful nagging feeling in the back of Jared's brain that this was different. It wasn't just sex, it was laughter, comfort. . . love.
Jensen's fingers scratching down his back brought Jared back from his thoughts. He pulled at Jen's slender hips and rocked into him again. "Jenny." Jared wiggled into his lover farther. He felt the long hard shafts pummel into each other. "You're so pretty when you cum."
Jensen whimpered, hand gripping into Jared's ass. "Make me." He whispered.
Jared didn't need to be asked twice, he rolled Jen onto his back, straddling him as he rolled ever the hard erection with his own. He yanked Jen's legs over his shoulder, stretching to reach the lube in the side drawer. He quickly shoved fingers into Jen's waiting hole. He listened for more whimpering from his boyfriend. His dick slid in, watching the faces that Jensen made as he hammered into him with wild abandonment. "Mine. All mine." He whispered, mostly to himself.
"Yes. Yes, Jared. All yours." Jensen screamed as he grabbed his own dick, daring Jared to watch the long shaft slide in and out of his fingers.
Jared threw back his head, panting as he hammered into Jensen. "I'm gonna make you cum."
They rocked faster, beating the headboard into the wall with a constant thud. The geyser shot out of Jensen, wetting Jared's chest and belly. Jensen's ass clinched around Jared's cock. Jared pumped into the tightness, bursting into Jensen's ass and filling it with his salty cum. "MINE!" He screamed one last time then rolled off Jensen with a groan.
Jensen smiled, turning to snuggle into Jared. Silence covered them. Jensen nuzzled Jared's naked skin.
Jared's chuckle rumbled deeply in his chest. "I guess you need to go work on that music room."
Jen peered up at him. "So that's how it's gonna be huh? King of the castle?"
Jared's face went serious. "I won't do anything to make you regret this."
Jen kissed him softly. "Really? First season?"
Jared nudged open Jensen's bedroom door. Jensen hunched in the corner, denim slung low, showing off the line of his back and the curve of his ass. A tight white tank clung to his sweaty back.
The door frame held Jared's wobbly form. "Did I call a handy man?"
Jensen jumped, banging his head against the loose closet door. "Shit." Jared stifled a chuckle. "We've got three weeks off. I thought I'd finally get to work in here."
Jared smirked for a moment, knowing Jensen needed a project to keep him busy. The smirk fell, shock painting his face. "Wait, seriously?" He scoffed out a laugh. ""Dude, this is your room. You sure you're ready?"
Jensen stood up. "Jared, we talked about this. I thought we were gonna build a music room."
"Yeah." Jared nodded. "But you weren't comfortable with giving up your room."
Jensen went back to hammering a shelf into the closet. "Now I am."
Silence crept between them, excitement cropping up at the hair of Jared's neck. "Really?"
Jensen dropped the hammer and held out his hand. "Come here." He led Jared upstairs. Opening the door to Jared's room he flourished his hand before him. "Look."
Jared froze, unsure what he should see. "Okay." The taller man scanned the piles of dirty clothes and the two pair of shoes at the foot of the bed. He noticed the loose change on the nightstand where Jensen sometimes slept. He seen the book and alarm clock on his side table. "I need to clean my room?"
Jen smacked a hand across his face. "Jar, it's not your room."
"It's not?"
"No, it's not! I've moved all my stuff up here. My clothes are next door in the gym closet." Jensen's voice started to rise. "All my shaving stuff and my toothbrush is in your bathroom. There is a picture of my family on MY night stand!"
Jared looked again, piles of THEIR clothes mingling along the floor. Jensen's side table covered in HIS things. The blanket tangled at the bottom of the bed. Two stacks of pillows smooshed at the head board. "Our room?"
Jensen nodded, eyebrow cocked knowingly. "For about two weeks now." A smile tickled his lips. "I wanted to tell you. But I was having fun waiting to see if you'd notice."
A huge grin broke across Jared's face, he chuckled as he shuffled his feet nervously. "So, it's all official?"
"Well, all the parents know, the gang at work knows. I've been living DOWN stairs for awhile now." Jensen tugged at the younger man's belt loop, pulling him in for an embrace. "We. . . live together." His mouth grazed Jared's shoulder uncomfortably. "I. . . live with Jared Padalecki. No, I . . . LOVE Jared Padalecki."
Jared cupped Jensen's chin and nibbled near the full lips. "He loves you too." A soft giggle fused the excitement that bubbled between them. Jensen's hands ran across the mass of Jared's body, feeling for the thud of the taller man's heartbeat underneath his solid chest.
They wobbled to the bed, smiles still plastered across their lips as they kissed at each other. Bodies tumbled across the rumbled blankets, rolling around the massive mattress. Jared shrieked, catching Jen off guard. "Geez, Giant, what the hell was that?"
Jared laughed, his hand pulling at the buttons of his shirt. "I'm just. . . . I'm happy." He licked at his lips, hand moving to Jensen's shirt hem. "Let's get this off." He peeled away the thin tank and then shrugged out of his own shirt. Jared nuzzled into Jensen's sweaty skin, licking at the salt that covered him. "I've wanted this for a long time."
Jensen sighed. "I know. I . . . . I wanted to be sure." He let his hand dance along the zipper of Jared's jeans. "But that Thursday, I was sure."
Jared moaned, bucking into Jen's touch, he cleared his head to ask Jensen about Thursday. "What are you talking about Ackles?"
Jen's hand stroked lazily along the hard outline of Jared's dick, just enough to keep him interested. "I knew you wouldn't remember. Okay, couple of Thursday's ago, on set, we had a scene and that bookcase started to fall. You pushed me out of the way. That knot on your head is still there. And then, I knew."
Jared's head rolled back and forth, a sweet smile soft across his face. "That was your moment?"
Jensen pulled up, head propped in his hand, other hand pulling down the zipper to find Jared's cock. "That's my moment."
Jared sucked Jensen's lips into his mouth, dragging a hand down to Jen's jeans. "Wanna know my moment?" He rolled into Jen, letting their hips tap together.
Hiss of breath before Jen could push out an answer. "Yeah."
"It was, first season." Jen rose to protest. "Hush, my moment! It was first season, one of the episodes with ghosts in it." He chuckled with sarcasm. "You messed up a line for the third time. And you looked at me, like, like you were telling me all sorts of stuff with just your eyes. And I knew exactly what you meant." He huffed out a laugh. "I'd never felt that way. Never, knew someone so well, never wanted to know someone that well." Jared tossed Jen's hand away from him and pushed their hard cocks together, shifting both of the jeans down to the foot of the bed. "I just knew, I couldn't go on without you in my life."
Lips collided, a double moan filled the air. Jared couldn't help the sigh that followed. The jutting of hips was familiar. The taste of the sweaty skin all the same. And yet, their was a wonderful nagging feeling in the back of Jared's brain that this was different. It wasn't just sex, it was laughter, comfort. . . love.
Jensen's fingers scratching down his back brought Jared back from his thoughts. He pulled at Jen's slender hips and rocked into him again. "Jenny." Jared wiggled into his lover farther. He felt the long hard shafts pummel into each other. "You're so pretty when you cum."
Jensen whimpered, hand gripping into Jared's ass. "Make me." He whispered.
Jared didn't need to be asked twice, he rolled Jen onto his back, straddling him as he rolled ever the hard erection with his own. He yanked Jen's legs over his shoulder, stretching to reach the lube in the side drawer. He quickly shoved fingers into Jen's waiting hole. He listened for more whimpering from his boyfriend. His dick slid in, watching the faces that Jensen made as he hammered into him with wild abandonment. "Mine. All mine." He whispered, mostly to himself.
"Yes. Yes, Jared. All yours." Jensen screamed as he grabbed his own dick, daring Jared to watch the long shaft slide in and out of his fingers.
Jared threw back his head, panting as he hammered into Jensen. "I'm gonna make you cum."
They rocked faster, beating the headboard into the wall with a constant thud. The geyser shot out of Jensen, wetting Jared's chest and belly. Jensen's ass clinched around Jared's cock. Jared pumped into the tightness, bursting into Jensen's ass and filling it with his salty cum. "MINE!" He screamed one last time then rolled off Jensen with a groan.
Jensen smiled, turning to snuggle into Jared. Silence covered them. Jensen nuzzled Jared's naked skin.
Jared's chuckle rumbled deeply in his chest. "I guess you need to go work on that music room."
Jen peered up at him. "So that's how it's gonna be huh? King of the castle?"
Jared's face went serious. "I won't do anything to make you regret this."
Jen kissed him softly. "Really? First season?"