The Seahorse: Epilogue
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Epilogue: Cradle You in the Palm of Me
"'You are old,' said the youth, 'one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-
What made you so awfully clever?'
"'I have answered three questions, and that is enough,'
Said his father. 'Don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff!
Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs!'"
Jared finishes, making his voice go higher at the end, and tickling Eve's ribs, as she's snuggled up against him. She laughs and points to the picture of the old man in the book, with the big potbelly and the swirly eel on the tip of his red nose.
"Daddy, you can't do that!" she says, and Jared nods.
"But Father William can." He kisses her forehead, brushing aside the light brown waves of hair on her face. "Okay, Evie, time for bed."
"One more!" She pleads. "Pleeeease, please please please please-"
"Evie, no," Jared says, closing the book.
"Mommy Sophie and Dad always give me one more," Eve bargains.
"That's because your Mommy Sophie and Dad can let you stay up later on the weekends, but this is a school night, sweetie. You have kindergarten tomorrow." Jared says, standing up to tuck her in. "Bedtime for big girls like you."
"One more!" Eve pouts. "Doctor Daddy promised me he'd do the one with the oysters." Jared raises his eyebrow.
"You go right to sleep the second I'm done, promise?"
"I promise."
"You better be lights-out kiddo, or it's right to the moon!" Jared says, pointing towards Eve's window. She laughs.
"I promise! Daddy!"
"Okay, okay, one more!" Jared sits back down on her bed, and Eve leans into him as he cradles her close and opens the book.
"The Walrus and the Carpenter. 'The sun was shining on the sea...'"
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Jensen is half-asleep when Jared gets to the bedroom, and he sits on the bed pulling off his socks. "Hey," Jensen says softly, hands brushing at Jared's back. Jared hears Jensen sit up behind him, leaning in to rub his shoulders and kiss the crook of his neck.
"Mmm, hey yourself," Jared says, letting his eyes slip shut as Jensen's hands work into his muscles.
Jensen sniffs. "Am I dreaming or do you smell like burning?" he asks.
"Heh. I did a welding lesson in class today." Jared explains. "I gave twenty college kids blowtorches and sheets of metal. So coming out smelling like fire should be the worst thing that happened to me. I'm lucky I kept my eyebrows this time."
"Mmm, Jared, I didn't say it was a bad smell," Jensen says, moving his hands to clasp around Jared's chest, squeezing closer.
Jared turns to see Jensen wearing nothing but a sheet below his waist, regarding him with a sexy little half-lidded smile, and his glasses-
"Fuck, you're wearing them," Jared murmurs, pulling off his shirt.
"I was, too tired to put my contacts back in after surgery went late."
"Leave them on," Jared says, shucking off his jeans and boxers, leaning over Jensen's body, kissing him. Jensen reaches around to wrap arms around Jared's neck and pull him down. They're lying body-to-body, and Jared smiles into Jensen's mouth, grinding his hips down against Jensen's crotch.
"Unnngh," Jensen moans, hands running down Jared's body and kneading his backside. "Fucking want you."
Jared laughs and pulls away, going for the nightstand drawer. "Man, how do you do it, deliver a baby and not lose your 'appetite'?"
"It's a gift. I'm not grossed out by looking at vaginas."
"I'm still pretty sure they have teeth. Catch!" Jared tosses the lube to Jensen.
"I'll let you know when I find one," Jensen says, dryly.
"Fuck."
"Yes, shall we?" Jensen says, squeezing a daub of lube onto his hands.
"No, fuck, Jensen, we're out of condoms."
"No, no, I'm sure we had at least three left there last night."
"Well, two are empty wrappers, and one was, uhhh, this morning, remember?"
Jensen flops back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. "Fuck. I told you to throw out the empty ones!"
"Well it was your turn to buy more!" Jared sighs, lying back on the bed next to Jensen. "Damn it, okay arguing isn't helping right now."
"Yeah," Jensen says, looking at his hand. "I have a handful of lube. C'mere," Jensen leans over to Jared and Jared squirms out of his reach.
"Hey! Don't rub your lubey hands on me! Stop it!" Jared sticks his tongue out, and Jensen gets a hold of one of his pecs, squeezing and rubbing the KY into his skin.
"So, you wouldn't be feeling up to making a run?"
"Would the drugstore even be open?"
"Planned Parenthood might be. Or I have some in my office at Grace's Heart."
"You'd be asleep by the time I got back," Jared scoffs.
"Damn." Jensen pillows his head on Jared's chest. "You're all oily."
"Well, whose fault is that?" Jared sighs and looks down at Jensen. God damn, those glasses could make him hard just by looking at him. "You know, we could just." Jared waves his hand around.
"You wanna risk it?"
"No!" Jared shakes his head vigorously. "I mean, I love you, Jensen, but no fucking way am I going through that again."
"Aww, but you carried it off so well!" Jensen says.
Jared shushes him. "Y'know, I could fuck you."
"No!" Jensen says. "What if the curse goes both ways?"
"We don't know that for sure."
"Well I'm not really in the mood for tempting fate when it comes to matters of this, my little seahorse," Jensen says, rubbing Jared's stomach for emphasis.
Jared nods. "So okay, we just won't. y'know, go that far, tonight."
"Agreed."
"I mean, we're perfectly capable of getting each other off without fucking."
"Oh totally, I could just suck you off wearing my glasses and you'd fucking love it."
"Nnngh," Jared squeezes Jensen's shoulders. "Yeah, yeah that'd be good and I'd uhh, I could, um." Jensen's leaning up to touch his nose to Jared's, placing a soft kiss on his mouth. Lips running down Jared's body, lips red and wet from kissing before. Jensen's lips trailing down lower and lower, slick hands following down his hips, and gripping the base of his cock.
"I love you, Jared," Jensen whispers before his pink tongue flicks out to lick the head of Jared's cock. Jared feels his muscles start to pull, cock hardening as Jensen runs slick fingers against the shaft, and wets the head with his mouth. Jared watches Jensen, more turned on by the sight of Jensen wrapping his soft, red mouth around Jared's thick, hard cock. And those glasses, pushing up against his nose, making Jensen look as adorably geeky as he really is.
Jensen sits up holding Jared's cock with one hand, the other sliding down to grip his own, and start working his own hardness. Jensen makes a slick, wet sound as his mouth leaves Jared's cockhead, but moves down to wet the base, tongue licking circles around the length of Jared's shaft. Jensen stops, breathing in and out carefully, and Jared feels his body tighten with anticipation. Jensen leans in and swallows Jared whole, throat contracting around his cock, tight and wet heat. Jensen moves slightly, and Jared fists the sheets, wanting to throw his head back, but unable to tear his gaze away from Jensen.
Jensen's glasses slide down his nose just slightly, and Jensen looks over them right into Jared's eyes. Jared comes screaming his name, shooting down Jensen's throat and feeling Jensen swallow it down. Jensen pulls Jared's cock from his mouth with a sucking sound, one that shouldn't sound as sexy as it does to Jared, but hey, he's turned on by Jensen's glasses, so there's no accounting for his taste.
"Oh fuck, fuck!" Jared's eyes roll back in his head as Jensen places a hand over his chest. He's flushed pink, trying to get his breathing back to normal, it's not every day that they do this, Jared's bigger than anyone Jensen's been with before, so it takes a bit more effort on his part to stretch his mouth like that.
"Yeah, yeah. Fuck, Jared, give me a minute," Jensen says in a raw voice, hand still idly stroking his own cock, now hard and dripping slightly with precome.
"Fuck me," Jared says.
Jensen freezes. "What was that?"
"Fuck. Me." Jared sits up, pulling Jensen down on top of him, arching his hips up and wrapping his legs around Jensen's waist, Jensen's cock already angled to rub at the cleft of his ass. "I love you. I want it."
"But, what if-"
Jared cuts him off with a kiss, shaking his head and reaching over for the lube on the nightstand. "Don't care, don't fucking care. Want you so bad."
"But, Jared! Think about this!"
"Jensen." Jared cups Jensen's face with his hands, brings him close and pulls at Jensen's bottom lip with his teeth. Jensen's mouth softens against his, body relaxing and moving closer.
Jensen breaks the kiss and leans in to whisper in Jared's ear. "Please, Jared. Just say 'no' now, because lord-you know what you're doing to me, right?"
Jared laughs hoarsely. "Yeah, I know what I'm doing." Jared's breath hitches when he feels Jensen slide a slick finger into him. He tenses, but relaxes as Jensen starts to massage him open. Jensen kisses Jared full on the mouth, and Jared curls his tongue against the roof of Jensen's mouth. Flicking it back and forth in time with Jensen's fingers scissoring in and out of him.
Jensen sighs, his hard cock pushing at Jared's entrance. "Last chance, tell me to stop."
Jared smiles and squeezes his legs tighter around Jensen's waist. "Never," Jared says, cocking his head. "Don't you ever, ever stop."
"And if history, uhhn." Jensen drops his head to Jared's chest as he thrusts his cock in as far as he can get it with one stroke. "If history repeats itself?"
Jared looks up at Jensen's face. His cheeks flushed pink, making the freckles stand out in contrast. Lovely sea-green eyes behind the glasses, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. Lips swollen, sore from Jared kissing and biting them. Jared leans up and licks a line across those lips, Jensen closes his mouth to kiss and Jared feels him thrust in and out. Jared lets his arms go of Jensen's neck and he falls back against the pillows, putting his hands up to grip the headboard.
Jensen lifts his legs up to hook over his shoulders, getting a better angle to move in and out of him harder, deeper.
"Fuck, fuck Jared, so good. So fucking sweet," Jensen says, his eyes squeezing shut. Jared wants to bite his lips, his chin so badly. Wants to scrape the stubble against his face.
"I needed this," Jared gasps. "I need to feel you here, needed you to-"
Jensen turns his head and kisses the inside of Jared's thigh, nuzzling it. "I love you. I love you so goddamn much."
Jared tightens his hands on the headboard as Jensen starts moving even faster. "I love you too," he chokes out. "Oh fuck, Jensen, fuck!" Jared shouts as he feels all the blood rushing out of his head, and then loses it when Jensen comes inside him, and he can feel it, he can feel it all.
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Jared thinks about it about a month later, when he's opened his first solo gallery show; an installation of marble sculptures and reliefs in the style of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. Which he should be enjoying, but instead in the bathroom, clutching the porcelain toilet bowl as his stomach heaves all the tasty little hors d' oeuvres out of his body. Jared's hoping against hope that it's just bad shrimp, and when he goes outside to the gallery he'll see a bunch of similarly green-looking patrons.
But this time he's not alone. Jensen's there holding his hair back, and rubbing a wet paper towel against his pressure points. And when Jared looks up, he sees Jensen's smiling face next to him. He hears Jensen murmur comforting little words, calling him seahorse and blowing cool air on his skin.
And yeah, it was still worth it.
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the end.
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