The Remedy - part 3 of 4

[moosesal]

Freaking Out

Jensen came in the door from an early morning trip to God-only-knows-where. Chad looked up from the couch and said, “Hey. Jared’s out with the dogs.”

Jensen blushed and dashed down the stairs to his room. Chad wasn’t sure what it was that sent him running. It couldn’t be his greeting because he was perfectly nice. But it’s not like he really even considered that that might be it because Jensen hadn’t spoken to him since the blowjob three nights earlier.

Maybe it was the blowjob.

It couldn’t be though. Maybe if Chad had been the one to blow Jensen, but it had been the other way around and it definitely hadn’t been Jensen’s first time on his knees. The way he’d sucked Chad’s dick down his throat said there had been many, many blowjobs before that one. So it couldn’t be stupid gay panic.

And they’d had a good time hanging out that night. And Jensen had been friendly around the house. He’d seemed to get past the whole airplane incident since Chad and Danneel had moved on and were texting and talking on the phone and joking all the time.

But maybe it was about Danneel. With her traveling all the time for work and Jensen being stuck in Vancouver because of his crazy shooting schedule, they didn’t get a lot of time together. Chad couldn’t imagine that they had some sort of exclusive thing going on given the situation. Could they?

He thought about the way they were together: so happy, so in sync, so in love. He remembered how pissed off Danneel had been on the plane, that she’d pointedly reminded him about Jensen. They’d even gotten a dog together… Oh shit.

What if he’d broken them up? Oh shit.

Any normal guy would have said something, but Jensen was so quiet, so private. He would totally keep that shit to himself. He was probably waiting for Danneel to come back and deal with Chad. She sure as hell wasn’t shy when it came to telling Chad off.

He had to fix this. He could totally fix this. Maybe.

He went down to Jensen’s room and knocked on the door. There was a rustling sound then footsteps and finally Jensen opened the door. Chad swallowed at the site of him -- instead of the street clothes from a few minutes ago he now wore dark grey flannel pajama pants, a faded blue T-shirt that looked so soft it was all Chad could do not to reach out and touch him, and his glasses. Those smart, sexy glasses. Chad felt his stomach drop and his throat close as he just stood there staring.

Jensen broke the silence by clearing his throat and asking, “Did you need something?” The way he raised his eyebrows? Gorgeous.

Chad forgot why he was there. He stepped forward, grabbed Jensen by the hip and bicep, and pulled him in for a kiss. Jensen didn’t respond at first, but then he was leaning into Chad, kissing back. His hand came up to grip Chad’s neck, tilting his head just a little to make things even easier. It was delicious. Wonderful. Amazing. A million other words that Chad would look up in his thesaurus later when he wrote about this in his journal.

Jensen was kissing him. Kissing him. Chad.

And then he wasn’t anymore. Chad opened his eyes, confused at the sudden loss of wet heat against his mouth. Jensen had stepped back, away from him; when Chad tried to move forward to meet him again, Jensen put up a hand and said, “Don’t.”

“What?... I don’t understand. The other night --”

“The other night shouldn’t have happened. Danneel --”

“Danneel’s not here.” And yeah it was a shitty thing to say, but no one ever claimed Chad was smart enough to think before speaking.

“No. She’s not.” Jensen wasn’t confused or hesitant anymore. He was angry. Really angry. “She’s three thousand miles away and I seem to recall you trying to fuck her in an airplane bathroom on the way there.”

“Yeah,” Chad said, getting angry himself. “I did. And she said no instead of sucking my brains out through my dick.”

“Get out.” Jensen turned away from him and walked into his bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. Roles reversed, Chad would have slammed it and he had to wonder for a moment what it meant that Jensen had seemed somehow resigned and sad as he closed that door.

Chad stared at the mussed covers on the bed, the script on the nightstand, the closed bathroom door. It was the sound of dogs and Jared coming home from their walk that brought Chad back to his senses. For the moment anyway.

*****

He started a text message, scrolled through his contacts for “Danny” and typed in: I kissed your boyfriend. Now he won’t talk to me. I’m sorry. How’s Wilmington?

He pressed SEND and figured he wouldn’t hear from her until she was back in Vancouver and slapping him upside the head.

A moment later he got back: I know. He will. I’m sure. Sunny and beautiful, just like me.

From there it was a rapid volley of messages. Apparently she wasn’t filming that day or was already finished.

To Danny -- You know?!? That’s all you have to say?

To Chad -- I could say that I also know he blew you a few days ago. Are you sorry for that too?

To Danny -- Umm… no?

To Chad -- Good. So why don’t you go downstairs and return the favor?

Chad may have choked when he read that.

To Danny -- Are you fucking kidding me? I thought you two were “together.” Isn’t that what you said on the plane?

To Chad -- Not kidding. Didn’t want to do anything until Jensen had you first. Had to be sure.

To Danny -- Sure of what?

To Chad -- Sure that you weren’t just trying to fuck me just because I’m hot and you were horny.

To Danny -- And you’re sure now? Because I kissed your boyfriend and let him suck me off?

To Chad -- Yep.

To Danny -- Are you insane?

To Chad -- Nope. Just looking forward to a little threesome in that bar bathroom. :-)

He quit texting and called her. She didn’t even say hello just, “He’s into you, Chad. Seriously.”

He hung up. Two seconds later his phone was vibrating in his hand and the screen said “Danny.” He swallowed and took the call. “I think I’m missing some vital information as to what the fuck is going on here.”

“Calm down,” she said. He could hear the smile on her face. She was enjoying this.

“Just… can you fill me in, because clearly I’m missing something.”

“We saw the way you looked at us, Chad.”

“Huh?” Busted.

“Don’t play stupid. I know you’re not as dumb as you look. And by the way if you stopped doing that squinty thing that makes you look all constipated, maybe other people would know too.”

He was too shocked by everything else to come up with a response to that.

“I noticed first. You kept looking at us when we would cook or sit together in front of the TV, whatever. And I could see it in your eyes. This desire …”

“Well yeah. You’re hot. Of course I --”

“No.” She cut him off. “Not desire for one of us, or even both of us -- not that that wasn’t there too -- but desire to be a part of us.”

“How did you…”

“I’m an actress. I study human behavior.”

He didn’t mean to snort at that, but seriously? I study human behavior? What a crock of … “No really,” he said.

“It was in your eyes. I don’t know, I just … knew.”

“Then why’d you turn me down on the plane?”

“Because you were an ass. And all that was about was getting sucked off on the plane. Jensen --”

“Jensen what?”

She took a breath and when she answered he voice was soft. “Jensen deserves better than that.”

“He wasn’t even there. It was you and me.”

“Yeah, and you don’t get me until you figure out how to get him.”

She was serious. He didn’t really know what to make of that.

“Uh… I gotta go.”

“Go down there, Chad. Seriously --” He hung up before hearing the rest of what she had to say. It was all too absurd to be real.

*****

Jensen wasn’t sure how long he stayed in the bathroom after Chad left. He sat on the toilet for at least fifteen minutes just staring at the wall. Then he stripped and stood in the shower until the water ran cold. He was confident when he finally emerged from the bathroom that Chad would be gone. He was glad to be right.

He stepped into his room and stared at the script sitting by the bed where he’d left it when Chad had come in and kissed him -- he glanced at the clock -- nearly two hours ago. He picked up his phone and then put it back down then picked it up again and called Danneel. Not even five minutes into the conversation he couldn’t believe what she was saying to him.

Sure they’d joked around before about bringing someone else into their bed -- man or woman -- but that had always been about a one-time thing. It was about sex. And they’d talked about Chad’s possible attraction to them and Jensen’s attraction to Chad. But it was all theoretical. This? This was not theoretical. This was real. And complicated. This felt like it could turn into something more than just a one-night stand. More than just the drunken blowjob in the living room.

They hadn’t talked about something more. Not really.

Aside from a few blowjobs over the years Jensen hadn’t seriously been with a guy since his time on Days.

“You like him.” She said it like it was the most obvious -- and most simple -- thing ever.

“Yeah, but --”

“No buts, unless it’s his butt. Or your butt. Or hell, even my butt. But no buts, Jensen.”

That -- his butt -- was so not happening. Because then it really would mean something. And meaning something with Chad fucking Michael asshole Murray was just not something he saw as probable. After all, Chad was staying at Jared’s house after sabotaging his long-term relationship that everyone had thought would end in marriage.

“He likes you too, you know.”

“Right.”

“Don’t get snarky with me, mister. I’m serious. He likes you.”

“Uh-huh. And you know this how?”

“He told me.”

“When?”

“When he texted me that you blew him and that he --”

“Wait. He texted you about the blowjob?”

“Yeah. And then we talked on the phone. While you were brooding after your fight, waiting to call me yourself.”

“I wasn’t brooding.”

“Probably stood in the shower until it went cold, didn’t you?”

He grumbled, but didn’t answer outright. Sometimes it sucked to have someone know you so well. It wasn’t fair.

“That’s what I thought.” He could practically hear the smile on her face. “He likes you, Jensen. So what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal? We’re in a relationship, I shouldn’t --”

“Shouldn’t what? Find someone else attractive? Is this because it’s Chad? Or because he’s a guy? It can’t be because of me because you know I’m cool with sharing our bed.”

“This is about more than just sharing our bed.” He winced at the whine in his voice.

“Hey.” Her voice got soft and gentle. “I like Chad, too. He’s fun and he’s not as much of a douche as he lets people think. If he weren’t a great guy, he wouldn’t have Jared and Hilarie as friends. So … maybe I never expected a threesome to be more than a one-night thing, but … maybe I wouldn’t mind so much.”

There was no hesitancy in her “maybes.” She’d clearly thought this over. She was open to it, she was just waiting for him to wrap his head around it all. He just wasn’t sure he could.

“Jensen?” He didn’t know how many minutes had passed in silence. He suspected it was fewer than it felt like, but long enough to make her worry.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“Go talk to him.”

“Talk to him?”

“Yeah. Talk to him. Kiss him. Fuck him. Whatever.”

“Whatever?” He half laughed at that, not sure how else to react.

“Maybe send me a video.” She laughed. Full and deep and he wished they weren’t on opposite sides of the fucking continent. He wanted to curl up with her, wanted to be inside her, wanted to taste her, wanted to be reassured by the look in her eyes that this really was okay. That he could somehow have his cake and eat it too.

*****

Chad stayed in his room through dinner. Apparently so did Jensen, because Jared came barging in just after eight o’clock to find ask “What the fuck is going on?”

“Jared, I can’t --”

Jared studied him with his own slightly squinty gaze and then said, “Tell me you didn’t try to fuck Danneel.”

Chad’s eyes widened because how the fuck had he guessed that?

“Jesus, Chad! She’s --”

“It’s not like that,” he cut in. “I didn’t… Well, okay I did, but not like you think.”

Jared turned to leave, muttering “Un-fucking-believable” as he closed the door behind him. Chad heard his footsteps down to the basement then some muttering and then a shouted “What!?”

Chad wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Jensen had told him. But then a few seconds later Jared was barging into his room saying, “Fix this shit. I don’t care how you do it, just fix it. I’m going over to Gen’s. I’ll crash with her tonight. Just … let the dogs out later and fix this shit.”

“Umm.”

“Never mind the dogs; I’ll take them with me. Just … Go down there and…do whatever it is you do to apologize and…fix this.”

A few minutes later Chad heard the front door close behind Jared and the dogs. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and headed downstairs. Jensen must have been waiting for him because he’d barely pulled his hand back from knocking on the door before it opened.

His hair was wet and he was wearing nothing but pajama pants and his glasses. So gorgeous and vulnerable somehow and Chad couldn’t do it. He couldn’t get a single word out because if he spoke the only thing he would have been able to say was, “I think I’m in love with you.” Maybe with a “fuck me” on the end to show just how desperate he was.

Instead he turned and ran back to his room.

Figuring Things Out

So I went down there to apologize and he was looking so damn hot and I ran away and now I

Knock. Knock.

Chad froze, pen in hand, then turned to stare at the door. Jared was gone. There was no one else home but Jensen. Chad capped his pen, set it down, and pushed his chair back. There was another knock as he moved across the room. “Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered to himself. What if Jensen slugged him or something?

He didn’t need to worry though, because when he opened the door, Jensen grabbed his shirt and pulled him close for a kiss. A hot, messy kiss. A kiss that left both of them gasping for breath and made Chad wonder what the hell Danneel was thinking in sharing her boyfriend for even one night. The girl was crazy.

Jensen grabbed Chad’s hip with his free hand and nudged him backward, into the room. He kicked the door closed behind him and pushed Chad onto his bed.

“Sorry I freaked on you.”

“Me too.”

That was it. What else was there to say, really? With Kenzie or Sophia or any woman really, Chad would have been expected to discuss his feelings. He said a brief thanks to the gods of gay sex that men didn’t have the same expectations and pushed Jensen’s pajama pants down on his hips. Jensen, in return, unfastened Chad’s pants and worked them open and down far enough to press their cocks together.

Chad spread his legs as far as he could, welcoming Jensen’s weight above him as they rocked together. He held Jensen’s hips then moved his grip to his ass, pulling him closer, relishing the friction between them. It felt at once like forever and no time at all before he was coming, Jensen right after, soaking the hem of Chad’s T-shirt and slicking both their stomachs. They tried to kiss but ended up just gasping against each other’s mouth.

One of them said, “Fuck.” The answer was, “Yeah.”

*****

They spent free time together whenever they could. Usually with Jared there too. They watched baseball and movies and played video games until football season started. Then there was cheering (from Jensen), groaning (from Chad), and laughter at the two of them (from Jared) over T.O.’s trade to Buffalo.

This led to some “Romo the homo” comments (from Chad), followed by a shrug and “I wouldn’t turn him down” (from Jensen), and a surprising “me neither” (from Jared) that brought a quiet stillness to the room that had previously only existed when no one was home. The silence was finally broken when Chad said, “At least your beard knows the difference between tuna and chicken.”

It was great. Chad and Jensen were becoming friends more and more. They had fun goofing off together.

The sex wasn’t bad either.

*****

Chad and Danneel texted each other constantly and Chad followed her Twitter. They didn’t really feel the distance between them too much.

Within seconds of Danneel posting pictures from Dallas, Chad was on his phone.

To Jensen -- You can’t ride a bike in flip flops. And where are your helmets?

To Chad -- nag, nag, nag

To Jensen -- fuck you

To Chad -- see you in 2 days

Whether or not Chad sent back <3 is something no one’s admitted to. All sent and received message folders have been erased.

*****

Things had been going good. Chad was going to a nearby coffee shop most mornings to work on script ideas then spending the afternoons in the kitchen working on the next great American novel. The latter was mostly doodles in his journal, but he was getting there.

Ode (sonnet though - but doesn’t ode sound better?)
Ode to a sexy couple the loves of my life (note to self -- this should be iambic-pentameter -- fix in revisions)

I see you looking at each other --
Beauty, brilliance, sex, and humor.
She smiles and catches your attention.
Your smile back is pure affection.
And once you’re moving in her direction,
You’ll understand all her intentions.
Until that day you can’t imagine,
how she pulled us both into her trap.
Her motor turns over like an engine,
as she traces my body like a map. (note -- this bit isn’t working! REVISE! REVISE!)

“How’s the writing going?” Jared asked.

Chad looked up to see that Jared was in the kitchen with him. He hadn’t even heard him come in, he was so focused on his sonnet/ode. “Pretty good. I’m writing poems and general life stuff in the journal every day. And I’ve been working on a pilot script that I want to shop to the CW.”

“Really? What’s it about?”

“It’s a comic book show like Smallville, except it’s hot chicks -- Huntress, Black Canary, Batgirl.” He grinned and nodded and may have made some ‘bow-chicka-bow-wow’ sounds to illustrate his point about the hot chicks.

Jared just stared at him.

“What? Tell me people wouldn’t watch that.”

“People wouldn’t watch that. The WB tried it years ago and people didn’t watch it.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Huh.”

Jensen walked into the room and smiled shyly at Chad before pulling a beer out of the fridge.

Chad smiled at him then laughed before saying. “Maybe I could do a show about some child soldiers with animal DNA and stuff in them. A post-apocalyptic world.”

“Dude. That’s --”

“Been done. I know.”

“Don’t remind me,” Jensen chimed in.

“Hey, Michael Weatherly was awesome on that show,” Chad said. “You should’ve got some acting advice from him. Then you could be on a hit show like he is.”

“Fuck you.” Simultaneous curses from Jared and Jensen. A great cap to a great day. Now if he could just get a blowjob to finish it off.

“But seriously. I’m uh… I’m working on a memoir. And a screenplay about a happy goth kid in rural Alabama. I thought it’d pair well with The Vampire Diaries next year.”

They both stared at him and then Jensen drained his beer and said, “I’m going to bed.”

“Want some company?” Chad asked as Jensen headed out of the room. Jensen didn’t answer or look back. Chad wasn’t surprised. He waggled his eyebrows and Jared and said a good night before following Jensen down to his room.

*****

Jared was amazingly quiet about the whole thing, for which Chad was grateful. He wasn’t ready to find out which of Jared’s best friends would be on the receiving end of the “hurt him and die” speech.

Mostly Jared just treated them the same as he always had. Even when he caught them making out on the couch, or in the kitchen, or that one time in his own bedroom (Chad really could explain it -- if Jared gave him a few days to come up with something), Jared just rolled his eyes at them and said, “Get a room.”

*****

“Things seem to be going good for you two.” Danneel had Jensen spread out on the guest bed his parents had put in his old bedroom. There were still cheerleading trophies on the bookcase along with copies of Hamlet and Great Expectations. And his girlfriend was fucking him nice and slow with a big fat strap-on cock and talking about the guy Jensen was fucking back in Vancouver.

It was a little surreal.

Chad and Danneel would think it was great. Going by repeated conversations over the weekend, Danneel did think it was great.

“So hot, baby. Spread out like this, taking everything I give you.”

“Unh” was about all he could manage. He’d lost the ability to speak the moment she’d pushed inside him.

“You should get a place. Move out of Jared’s and get a place together.” She must have seen his confusion since she rolled her eyes and clarified, “You and Chad, silly. It’s not like you’re not sleeping together most every night anyway. Get a place. Take him with you. Okay?”

She sped up her pace a bit but when he didn’t reply she stopped moving altogether. Just held still inside him as she leaned forward and kissed him soft and sweet.

“Okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Okay.”

He wasn’t really sure what he’d just agreed to.

*****

They went to the airport together to get Danneel. She came through Customs and Jensen walked right up and gave her a hug and kiss. Chad hung back unsure of where he fit in. He shifted his weight back and forth and tugged at the hem of his T-shirt while trying not to look at the two of them. They were so beautiful together. And, God, he was turning into a sap.

He turned away to observe other people, telling himself it was research for his writing. Maybe he’d be inspired, come up with a story idea about love at the international arrivals gate. Some awesome screenplay. Hugh Grant could star in it. Surely no one had thought of that before.

He didn’t realize how lost in his thoughts he was until Danneel’s arms were around him. She kissed his cheek and whispered “hey you” against his skin.

He managed a week “hey” in response and returned the hug. He wanted to kiss her. Really kiss her. And then kiss Jensen for comparison. But they were in public and someone with a camera-phone would no doubt catch the moment and have it on the Web within minutes. And he was smart enough to know that the rumors such pictures would lead to wouldn’t help him get another invitation into Jensen’s bed.

“Let’s get out of here,” Danneel said.

“’Kay.” He nodded and looked over at Jensen whose face went from curious to blank in a second. He didn’t like either expression. He wanted to see Jensen smiling. Wanted to see his eyes glaze over with lust. Wanted to see them shine with teasing. Wanted to see them soften as he watched Danneel sleep.

“So how’s the next great American novel coming?” she asked as they headed for the car. He could hear the air quotes. It was nice to have her snarking at him in person instead of in text messages.

*****

Just a few steps into the house, Danneel turned to Chad and pulled him in for a kiss. Her mouth was so soft and warm and he let himself fall into it only to whimper moments later when she pulled away and headed for the kitchen.

“What’s for dinner?” she asked as she opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Chad was happy to see that Jensen seemed as unenthused about dinner as he was.

“Dann --” Jensen started only to be cut off.

“Let me guess, you boys wanna get straight to the sex part of the evening.”

Chad had been waiting over a month. At least Jensen had spent a weekend down in Dallas with her. Chad had spent that weekend holed up in his room beating off to his wild imaginings about all the things they might be doing.

Both guys nodded -- although while Chad looked eager, Jensen just looked eager to get it over with and be sure it would be okay. Danneel smiled at them both. “All right. Let’s go.” She winked at Jensen as she pushed between the two of them before heading down the stairs to Jensen’s room. The guys looked at each other and then Chad made an ‘after you’ motion and followed Jensen’s lead.

Chad didn’t think they had been that far behind Danneel, but they entered the room to find her lying on the bed in her bra and panties, dress and shoes already abandoned on the floor. “You” -- she pointed to Jensen -- “naked. Now. You” -- she turned her gaze to Chad and then pointed to the settee at the foot of the bed -- “can sit and watch. You can touch yourself, get naked, whatever. But no joining in.”

Chad’s disappointment must have shown on his face because she followed up her words with a wicked smile and the word “yet.”

No joining in. Yet. Chad could go for that. No problem. As Jensen climbed onto the bed, his clothes abandoned by the bed, Chad realized that he really couldn’t complain about not being allowed to touch. Yet. After all, he was about to watch the hottest couple he’d ever seen fuck right before his eyes. A live and in-person porn show just an arm’s reach away. Jesus.

He thought for a moment he might come in his pants before anything even happened.

Danneel was pushy in bed -- something that Chad found not at all surprising. Sweet and innocent in public, a firecracker in the bedroom. Plus, he’d heard her in the bathroom at that bar a few months earlier. Jensen, on the other hand, was quiet and started out slow. Unless he was drunk and then all bets were off.

Right now, though, he was taking his lead from Danneel. She directed him to the middle of the bed and had him lay back, arms and legs spread a little. She leaned over him, her ass and pussy not really covered by a flimsy white thong that she pushed up in Chad’s face as she crawled up Jensen’s body.

She stopped for a quick kiss and murmured something against Jensen’s lips before rising up on her knees and shifting forward to place her crotch right over his face. Chad reached down and pressed the heel of his hand to his throbbing cock, then groaned and pressed harder as Jensen’s tongue swept along the string of Danneel’s panties.

Fuck. I’m gonna die. He popped the top button on his jeans. But what a way to go.

Chad couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was hearing. “Suck me, baby. Make me come all over your face.” Fuck. Danneel was grinding herself against Jensen’s face, her head thrown back, one hand gripping the headboard while she played with her breasts with the other.

She glanced over her shoulder and said, “Unhook my bra.” Chad didn’t hesitate to move forward and do as he’d been told. She grinned at him and then looked pointedly at the settee again. Chad went back to his place at the foot of the bed, reminding himself that his time would come. Even if it was him and his right hand later.

Jensen’s hands came up to hold Danneel still when she started rocking and panting harder. His fingers gripped her hips tightly and Chad could hear him groaning and humming against Danneel’s sex and then she was coming. “Yes” and “oh baby” and “want you” and “need you” poured from her mouth as Jensen kept tonguing her until finally she pushed his hands away and slid back, impaling herself on Jensen’s cock so fast Chad would have hit Rewind to see it again if he could.

Shit. She still had her panties on, her skimpy thong pulled to one side. Chad had done that with Kenzie once and the string had chafed the side of him so bad he’d had to stop after just a few strokes and get the thing off of her. Jensen didn’t seem to mind the chafing. Or maybe he just didn’t notice. Chad shifted so he could see Jensen’s face and the look was pure bliss. His cheeks, chin, and neck even, were shiny with the evidence of Danneel’s pleasure.

Jensen was smiling, his eyes fixed on Danneel until they weren’t. Suddenly he was staring at Chad while he gripped Danneel’s hips and set a faster pace. “You like this?” he asked and Chad wasn’t sure which of them he was speaking to. Both maybe. He nodded then pulled his shirt off and nudged his jeans farther down on his hips, letting his cock jut out so Jensen could see just how much he was enjoying this.

Danneel bent over, pressing her chest to Jensen’s, letting Jensen pound into her hard and fast. Chad couldn’t take his eyes away from the sight of Jensen’s cock thrusting again and again into her pussy. She was so wet. He’d heard that about redheads once -- redheads are wet somebody had told him -- but he’d always just laughed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t know if it was true about all of them, but it was definitely true about Danneel. Jensen’s cock was so slick, so beautiful sliding in and out of her. And then there was wetness everywhere as she shuddered and gasped, her thighs squeezing against Jensen’s hips as she came all over. He’d heard about that too, seen it in videos even, but up close like this? Never.

Fuck me, that shit is hot.

Danneel whispered something into Jensen’s ear and Chad glanced up to see him nod in reply. Then she lifted off him and turned around. “You wanna play too, baby?” Chad could barely manage a whispered “yes” -- his throat dry, his mind blank. Any other time, any other person, he would have balked at being called “baby”. But now he squeezed the base of his cock and stared as Danneel pushed her panties down over hips then off her legs before straddling Jensen again. This time she was facing Chad as she lowered herself. She reached down and stroked her clit as she sank onto Jensen’s cock. Chad could see how slick he was with Danneel’s juices. He wanted a taste. God, did he want a taste.

Danneel must have read his mind, because once she was in place, she shifted her legs and then lay back against Jensen’s chest and crooked a finger at Chad. “Hands and mouth only. Show us what you’ve got.” She relaxed and shifted a little more and then moaned in pleasure as Jensen thrust up into her from below. Chad could see everything.

He hesitated for a moment before moving forward. He gripped Danneel’s thighs as he dropped his head down and ran his tongue up from the base of Jensen’s cock, to where he pressed inside Danneel, and then up over her clit. He was lost, drowning in them, but not so far gone as to miss Danneel’s, “Fuck, yes. More.”

Chad was only too happy to oblige. He licked at them both, sucked at Jensen’s balls and Danneel’s clit. He slipped a finger inside her next to Jensen’s cock and got it nice and wet then pressed gently at Jensen’s opening until he relaxed and Chad’s finger slid in smooth and easy. He fingered Jensen in time with Jensen’s thrusts into Danneel and used his mouth on both of them.

His aching cock pressed against the sheets, seeking what friction he could get, but he was patient. He knew that even if he was left to jerk himself off alone in the shower later, it would be worth it. This moment was worth it. His jaw ached, but he didn’t care, he just pressed closer, sucked Danneel’s clit harder, fingered Jensen faster and then Jensen was groaning, his legs shuddering as he pumped Danneel full of come.

Chad dove down and sucked Jensen’s balls as his orgasm ran through him. And when Jensen shifted to let his cock slide out of her, Chad’s mouth was there to catch the gush of come and juices sliding from Danneel’s cunt. It tasted like heaven. He thrust his tongue in and out, sucking it all up until all that was left was the taste of Danneel. He looked up through his lashes to see Jensen’s hand sliding down to tease Danneel’s clit, his free hand pinching and pulling her nipples.

“Fuck,” she ground out. “So close. So fucking close.”

Without warning Chad shoved three fingers inside her and pushed Jensen’s hand away with his nose. He sucked hard at her clit while pumping his fingers against her G-spot and then she was screaming and gushing over his hand and he kept going -- sucking and pressing. Jensen’s hands came down to pull her legs wider apart and hold her still as she bucked against Chad’s mouth and hand.

Finally Danneel’s own hand came down and gently pushed him away as she choked out a, “Please… no more.” Chad pulled back and returned to his place at the foot of the bed

His cock was throbbing with need, but he didn’t touch it. He reached up to wipe the slick mix of saliva and come from his chin while he watched Jensen and Danneel shift apart and roll so that they lay face to face with just enough space between them for Chad. When Jensen smiled at him and patted the empty space, Chad didn’t hesitate.

He wasn’t sure whose hand was on him first, but the first kiss was from Jensen. “Relax.” The order pushed into his mouth with Jensen’s tongue was one Chad wasn’t going to question or refuse. He felt himself sink into the plush mattress beneath him only to arch up again at the feel of Danneel’s mouth sucking his nipple. She teased him with lips and teeth and tongue, working both nipples to such arousal that he was about to push her away when she moved lower on her own. Jensen’s mouth nipped his jaw, his ear, his neck. Kept coming back to his mouth, swallowing his need for breath, his bitten back words of encouragement.

“Please,” he gasped.

Jensen squeezed his cock, gave a slow easy pull and said, “Please, what?”

Danneel giggled and he felt her mouth low on his stomach, his hip, her tongue tracing his scar. “Beg for it, baby.”

“Please… please, I wanna… I wanna come.” Wet heat engulfed his cock, long hair teasing the flesh of his hips and thighs as Danneel moved fast. “Not gonna -- fuck.”

He was coming in Danneel’s mouth and Jensen was kissing him and saying, “That’s it. Yeah.” Somebody was rolling his balls in their hand -- Jensen, it had to be.

Then he felt them both pull away from him slightly and he opened his eyes -- not even realizing he’d been squeezing them tight -- to see them kissing over his body. Jensen licking the taste of Chad from Danneel’s mouth and he felt another twitch in his cock, an ache in his balls.

“You were right,” Danneel said. “He does taste good.”

He could stay here forever, if only they’d let him.

*****

Jensen slipped out of the bed, leaving Chad snoozing with one arm draped over Danneel and his face buried in her hair. It wasn’t something he’d ever expected to see in his bed. Not just the Chad part -- although that was pretty weird -- but another person period. A threesome that ended with the third person getting dressed and leaving after, maybe. But falling asleep curled up with his lover? He’d never expected to see that and smile, to want to lean over and kiss them both and ruffle their hair and crawl back in with them.

He pressed a soft kiss to Danneel’s head and then pulled on a pair of jeans that he quickly realized were not his. He wasn’t fat, Chad was just crazy skinny. Especially since the break up with Kenzie had left him moping and not eating for a while. Jensen pushed the jeans back down his legs and found his own pair halfway under the bed. On his way out of the room, he snagged a T-shirt.

He came up the stairs to find Jared in the living room. “Nice shirt,” he said with a smirk.

Jensen didn’t have to glance down to know it wasn’t his own. He could tell by the snug fit. But he just shrugged and moved toward the kitchen for some water.

Jared followed him and leaned against the counter. “So…”

Jensen arched an eyebrow and said, “So?”

Jared looked around like he was expecting paparazzi to be listening in or something. “Are they both down there?” He glanced meaningfully at the stairs.

Jensen could feel the blush heating his neck and face. It’s not like he expected to keep it a secret from Jared -- he was still living in his house, after all. And Chad was Jared’s best friend. And Jared already knew that he and Chad had been fooling around. And he knew that Jensen was still with Danneel. But Jensen hadn’t really shared the whole idea of the three of them. “Uh… yeah,” he said.

Jared stared at him for a minute and then said, “Is this what you want?”

“I don't know... I never --”

“Cause he's in love with you man. With both of you. And --”

“I’m not gonna hurt him. At least...not on purpose.”

Jared nodded at him. “’Kay. Guess that’s all I can ask.”

Now it was Jensen’s turn to nod.

“Oh,” Jared said. “One more thing -- you might tell Danny to, uh, scream into a pillow or something. That girl is loud.”

Jensen felt his face heat up again. “I uh...I’m gettin’ a new place. We’re supposed to meet with a Realtor tomorrow. Should be out of here soon.”

“You don’t have to go, Jen. Just... you know... turn down the volume a bit. A guy could get jealous upstairs with nothing but the dogs and some peanut butter.”

“Ewww.” They both turned to see Danneel coming into the kitchen, Chad a few paces behind looking deliciously disheveled.

“Eh,” Chad chimed in, “as long as it’s creamy and not crunchy, it’s not so bad.”

“You know what?” Jared turned back to Jensen, his expression serious once again. “House hunting sounds like a great idea. Take him” -- he tipped his head at Chad -- “with you, please.” Then he left the room calling out for Harley and Sadie. Jensen was sure he heard something like, “Did Uncle Chad ever touch you in the bad way?”

“I was kidding. Jeez.” He pulled the peanut butter out of the cupboard, grabbed a spoon from the drawer next to Jensen’s hip, smiled at him, and said, “Peanut butter and sex with humans, however, is fucking awesome.”

“Shoot me now,” Jensen muttered to himself. What had he gotten himself into?

*****

“I like this one,” Danneel said. She squeezed Jensen’s hand and pulled him down the hall and back to the master suite. “Plenty of room for a Nice. Big. Bed.”

“Yeah.” They’d been to more houses than he could count over the last few days. Now it was Sunday and he just wanted to be done. Danneel was heading back to North Carolina in the morning and he and Jared were due back on set. At Jared’s there was football on TV and beer in the fridge and...Chad.

“Backyard for the dogs. An extra room for Chad to set up an office to write.”

“About that...” Jensen rocked on his heels, couldn’t quite look her in the eye.

“You change your mind?” She’d been cool with it all from the start. She liked Chad. She wasn’t into him the way Jensen was, but she liked him. She was certainly cool with the sex. But asking Chad to live with them, giving him his own room to write but expecting him in their bed every night, having him somehow be a part of them? That was different. Knowing it’d be just Chad and Jensen in that bed when she was away filming? Jensen suddenly wasn’t so sure.

Or maybe not so suddenly. He’d been unsure from the beginning. That trip to Dallas a few weeks earlier, Danneel laying him back in his childhood bedroom and slowly fucking him stupid with a strap-on, that had had him saying yes. But it hadn’t necessarily changed his mind. He dared anyone to say no to anything while being fucked slow and easy by Danneel.

“I’m just --”

“Scared? It’s okay to admit it. There’s plenty of room here, but you can also leave Chad with Jared for now. I just thought... I thought you liked him. Liked spending time with him. And with me gone all the time...”

“I know. I do. I -- I want him here. I just don’t want to lose you by wanting him.”

Danneel laughed. “I’m not going nowhere, baby.” She wrapped her arms around him and leaned up close enough to kiss him. But instead of kissing, she whispered against his mouth, “Who else would beg me to fuck him during the Cowboys’ game? And who else has such a pretty, pretty mouth to suck my big black cock so good? Who else would help me d-p Chad Michael Murray. On video? Hmm? Not going anywhere. Now let’s sign some papers so we can go watch some football and fuck.”

Jensen could barely hold the pen steady as he thought about the two of them inside Chad at once. On video. The two of them would be the death of him.

*****

They didn’t really have drunken fumblings any more. Danneel was going back and forth to North Carolina regularly, leaving them all exhausted on Monday mornings. When she wasn’t around Jensen was so tired from work that they did little more than have a beer and trade blowjobs before going to sleep. Some nights he got home from the set after Chad was already in bed. When Jensen crawled into bed behind him, Chad would reach over and switch on the alarm for the next morning. He’d get up with Jensen and start coffee while Jensen showered and then kiss him good-bye at the door before starting his own day of writing.

It was the most domestic he’d ever felt. The closest to married he’d ever really felt. Hands down the best he’d ever felt.

He ignored the voice in his head saying it wouldn’t last. That voice had screwed him in the past. He wasn’t fucking things up this time around.

*****

Chad was standing at the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal when Danneel came up behind him and rubbed his ass. “Not quite ready to sit down?” He could hear the smile in her voice before seeing her face. He’d missed her smile while she was gone, had even watched the show just to see that smile. (And the great legs in all those miniskirts.)

He huffed a laugh and said, “Yeah.” Danneel moved to the other side of the island so she could look at him. The smile was there, but it was soft and so was the look in her eyes. “Not that I’m complaining,” he added.

Her grin turned saucy. “That’s what I like to hear.”

It was good to have her back. Good for all of them. “That wasn’t an offer to do it again tonight.”

She laughed and said, “Oh come on. That ass of yours… you took us both like a pro.”

“Hardly,” he muttered.

There must have been something on his face that gave him away because she suddenly got all serious on him and actually sounded concerned when she asked, “You had done that before, right? I mean… it seemed so easy.”

“I uh… no. Not that. Before Jensen…”

“Before Jensen what?”

“Before Jensen I never…”

“Not buying the whole virgin-Chad thing.”

He rolled his eyes. “I fucked guys before, Dann. I just never… I always did the fucking.”

Danneel’s eyes grew wide. “What? You never bottomed before?”

“Not with a guy.”

“Not with a --” She broke off with a sly grin. “Kenzie? Or Sophia?”

“Kenzie.”

“Huh. I didn’t think the girl had it in her.” She looked like she was thinking about looking Kenzie up for a little action when she went back to Wilmington. “She always struck me as totally vanilla.”

“She was. I mean… I had to ask for it, show her how.” He was sure he his face was beet red by now.

“Mmm-hmm. Maybe that should have been your first clue.”

“Clue? About what?”

“That you’re gay.”

“I’m not -- if I were would I be all over you?”

“You’re not all over me. I’m wearing a t-shirt and nothing else and you didn’t even look at me when I walked in the room. Sure, you don’t mind fucking me, but it’s Jensen you’re into.” She shrugged and stole his cup of coffee. “It’s cool. I like fucking you, I like having you here, I like that you love Jensen. We both love him, we don’t have to love each other.”

He didn’t dare look up to see the expression on her face. He wasn’t sure he could deal with it. He finished his bagel and poured himself a glass of orange juice, all the while thinking about Jensen still asleep in their bed and where he really stood in this relationship.

“You’ve practically got blood coming out of your ears, your brain’s working so hard.” Chad looked up to see Danneel studying him. “What’s going on in there?” She reached across the counter and squeezed his hand; he melted under the soft touch and gentle look on her face.

“Do you think he’ll ever …” He swallowed and took a deep breath. “You think he’ll ever let me fuck him?”

“Is that important to you? Getting to fuck him? Being on top?”

“Yes. No. I -- Not in the sense of needing to be on top. But… I let you guys do anything to me. Anything. And I just … He’s so closed off sometimes. I want him to let me in.”

“It’s hard for him. That level of trust.”

“But -- after last night, after the way I’ve trusted both of you these last months… I just --”

“Just what?” They both turned to see Jensen leaning in the doorway waiting for Chad to finish.

“I wanna know this means as much to you as it does to me.”

“Uh…” Jensen rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the floor, the ceiling, out the window into the backyard. Everywhere but at Chad or Danneel. “Isn’t it kinda early for such a serious discussion?”

“Right. Sorry.” Chad rinsed his empty juice glass and put it in the sink before leaving the room, careful not to brush up against Jensen when he passed him in the doorway.

*****

“He’s in love with you.”

Jensen moved across the room to stare out the window above the sink. The lawn needed cutting. He hated yard work. He’d ask Chad -- No. Given his behavior, Chad was probably packing his bags to go back to Jared’s. Or worse, back to LA. Fuck.

“Did you hear what I said? He’s --”

“Yeah. I heard you. But he’s not. He’s in love with some idea --”

“You’re so full of it. Sure, he fell in love with the idea of us. But then he got to know us. Got to know you really, because he already knew me. He fell in love with you, asshole.”

Jensen spun around to face here. “And where does that leave us? What am I supposed to do about you and me, Dann. I can’t give him what he wants. I’m in love with you.”

“You can’t love us both?”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

“Why not? It seemed to be working that way just fine until you were asked to actually put it into words.”

He hated it when her being right meant that he was wrong. But -- How? How could it work?

“Nothing has to change,” she said. “Nothing except maybe putting a few words to your feelings. Letting him know. Letting him in.”

“Letting him fuck me.”

“That’s not what it’s about. Sure he wants to fuck you. Who doesn’t?” She grinned and let her eyes run up and down his body. A brief moment of playfulness to lighten the mood. “But what he really wants is to be in your heart, baby.”

He turned back toward the window, bracing his hands on the edge of the sink and staring down the drain. “I don’t know how.”

“Sure you do. You did it with me. And you’re already halfway there with him. You feel it, you just have to find a way to say it.”

He felt her arms slide around his waist, her body pressed against his back.

“You’re really okay with this,” he asked.

She half laughed. “Believe me. If I weren’t, you’d know it. He’s a good guy, a good friend. And he’s good with you. That’s all I care about.”

“That and his willingness to do whatever you tell him in bed.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t hurt either.”

“Let me get a shower and then… I’ll talk to him.”

*****

my lips
my teeth
my tongue
your cock

my mistake
my disgrace
my misplace-
ment of my heart

Fuck me and my stupid big mouth. This is how things always go for me. I open my mouth and the wrong thing comes out. I say something I don’t mean. Except this time I meant it. They both mean something to me. I just want to mean something to them.

With Danny I know it’s just friendship and sex, but it’s a real friendship. And that’s fine. With Jensen -- I just don’t know where I stand at all. He’s so -- He’s here and then he’s not. With me and then not. And I just don’t know what to do with that. I want

Chad put his pen down at the knock on the door. For a tiny second he thought about pretending he wasn’t there. But he wasn’t stupid enough to think that would really work. “Come in.” Spoken just loud enough to be heard.

The door opened and Chad looked up to see Danneel standing there. “When you’re ready, come downstairs.”

He stared at her blankly. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what her invitation meant. Were they going to ask him to leave? Was it over? He’d fallen so fast and maybe he shouldn’t have expected them to be in the same place as him. But he needed… He needed.

“Trust me,” she said as she pulled the door closed again and left him to his thoughts.

I want him to want me.

*****

Jensen took a long hot shower. Danneel had peeked her head in to say that she’d asked Chad to join them downstairs when he was ready. That meant he was going to have to get out of the shower at some point to actually be there when (and if) Chad deemed them worthy of his company.

He’d fucked up. He knew he’d fucked up. But he wasn’t ready. Things had been so good, but he just couldn’t quite go there yet. It wasn’t even about being fucked…

He turned off the water, dried off, and slipped into a pair of loose pajama pants and T-shirt. He put on his glasses and stared at himself in the mirror for a minute before taking a deep breath and heading down to the living room.

Danneel was curled up on one corner of the sofa, watching a rebroadcast of the VMAs. He saw some teeny bopper pop star on the screen and was grateful she’d muted the sound. “You okay,” she asked?

“Yeah. You?”

She smiled encouragingly and said, “Yeah. I’m here for whatever you need.”

He nodded and sat down on the other end of the couch, hands between his knees, gaze focused on the floor. He must have zoned out for a minute because he didn’t hear Chad enter the room. He only realized he was there when Chad flopped down into the empty space between him and Danneel.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“So uh… I can get a truck tomorrow to take my things back to Jared’s.”

“So you’re leaving then.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“What?” Jensen’s brow crinkled in confusion. “I don’t -- I don’t want you to go. I don’t ever want you to go.”

“But you wanted to talk and you’re all --“

“I wanted to explain why I haven’t… why I’m not ready…”

“You’re not asking me to leave?”

“No.”

“We like having you here, Chad.” Thank god for Danneel chiming in.

“Okay.” He half smiled, still clearly uncertain what was going on.

“I’m … I’m scared,” Jensen admitted. “Scared to let you in too deep. I just … I need to take it slow.”

“Slow? You two double-penned me last night.” He huffed a laugh. “That’s your idea of slow?”

“Kinda?” Jensen could feel himself blushing.

“That was sorta my doing,” Danneel said. “It wasn’t exactly discussed beforehand. If I’d asked Jensen he probably would have fled the house like a girl.”

“Hey! Don’t insult my manhood.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We all know who has the biggest ‘manhood’ in this house,” she said with a grin.

“Anyway… I… uh… I suck at this emotions crap.”

Chad just nodded at him. So encouraging. Not.

“Uh… I’m not ready to let you fuck me yet, but… I promise it’ll happen. Soon. I’m in it for the long haul. If you’re in it with me.”

Chad looked over at Danneel. “What about you?”

“What about me? Same as I said earlier in the kitchen. I love him. He loves you. I want him to be happy. I want you to be happy. I’m good with whatever you two work out.”

Chad nodded and copied Jensen’s earlier position -- leaning forward and staring at the floor. His voice was soft, a gravelly whisper of, “If you’re never ready that’s okay. I don’t need to --”

Jensen cut him off with, “I want you to.”

Chad looked up at him and hopefully could see the truth in Jensen’s eyes. “Okay.”

“So” -- Danneel shifted down to the floor in front of them and smiled her most wicked smile -- “now we stop all this mushy shit and fuck?”

“I don’t think my ass is up for another round.” Chad was blushing and fidgeting in his seat.

“Who said we wanted to fuck your ass again? Maybe it’s my turn to get fucked in this house. Come on, boys. Two holes are better than one, right?”

They both watched her swing her hips as she headed upstairs to the bedroom.

“Did she just offer…?”

“Oh yeah. You think you’re up for it?” Jensen asked, not that he needed to. Chad’s cock was tenting his pants already.

*****

Ode to D-P-ing Danneel

Double. Penetration.
Every man’s fantasy -- a dream come true with you.
Two holes -- tight and wet.
His cock rubbing mine through the thin wall between your ass and cunt.
Our balls grazing.
Kissing you. Kissing him. You kissing him.
Your ass squeezing me tight as you come all over his cock.
Holy shit.
Fantastic.

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