Sugar Baby's Finest Hour (NC-17, 7.7k)
He was J, plain J, in the morning, standing five feet ten in dirty socks. He was Tristan in slacks. He was J-Pad at school. He was Padalecki on the dotted line. But in my arms he was always Jared.
(Lolita!Jared and Humbert!Jensen written for the
spn_masquerade prompt
here.)
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get it? it's funny because i knew it was you and you're perfect
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you're the fucking perfect one. growing pains made me choke on hot, salty, brotherfucking tears. ♥
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My sin, my soul...
I nearly peed myself when I saw you'd written this...I'm gonna wait 'til I have a clear head and a clear hour to really savour it. All my favourite things all wrapped in you...I'm gonna need a lie down afterwards, I just know it ♥ xxx
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I bow down to you as always
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