I Told You So - Chapter 6
Title: I Told You So
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Chris/Jared. Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: Chris wants Jared but there is something he wants more. When he leaves the love of his life alone, Jared is broken. What will Chris do when he finds out someone else has picked up the pieces and Chris can never go home again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jared or Jensen or Chris. I don’t own anything even this idea.
This is for magser - who wanted this so much and gave me the plot bunny!!
The title is from a song from Carrie Underwood that I heard for the first time tonight. Hope you like this Mags!
Previous chapter
Jensen pulled his truck up outside the apartment. It was early in the morning, the moon waning, grey daylight filtering in through dark clouds. He let himself in and turned on the hall light, wanting nothing more than a quick shower and bed. ”
The scent of sweat and sex seemed to permeate his nostrils and he almost gagged as he moved into the kitchen, slumping down on one of the stools and pouring himself out a glass of orange juice.
He tried to reason with himself, making excuses in his mind for what he had smelt, what he suspected might have happened. He was bone-weary and he wished he had stayed at the hospital to shower, wished he had eaten his breakfast there and maybe gone for an early morning run.
His footsteps were heavy as he climbed the stairs and he decided against the shower, giving his face a quick wash, scrubbing his hands clean. He brushed his teeth and stripped down to his boxers and then he went into the bedroom.
Jared was an untidy lump under the bedclothes. All Jensen could see was the top of his hair, chestnut strands spiking up. Jensen pulled back the sheet and climbed in, snuggling closer to Jared, despite his misgivings, wrapping his arms around the younger man and drawing him close.
“Don’t,” Jared sounded wrecked, he tried to wriggle out of Jensen’s grasp, but Jensen held on, tightening his grip, turning Jared in his arms so that he was forced to face him.
It was dark in the room; only the first faint orange of sunlight through the curtains gave it any light. Jensen could see Jared’s eyes, bright and guilt-ridden, peering at him.
“What’s wrong?” Jensen had seen all the signs now but he needed to hear it from Jared’s own lips, needed to know that what he suspected was true.
“Chris came back - after you had gone,” Jared’s tone was hesitant, wavering and, in the darkness, he looked like a lost little boy, “I don’t know what to think, what to do, this is all too much, I just wish he would leave me alone - leave us alone.”
“Did you have sex?” Jensen knows now, doesn’t have to have the answer to his question, doesn’t have to have it spelt out to him. He smelt it; he saw it in Jared’s eyes the moment he turned over.
“I - please Jensen - don’t…” Jared choked out the words and Jensen saw the trail of liquid sparkle over his high cheekbones. Without thinking, he lifted his finger and brushed the water away, stroking down Jared’s face, letting his hand rest on Jared’s chin, pulling it up to face him.
“Did you have sex?”
“He gave me a blow job,” Jared states, emotionless and drained, “I couldn’t - I didn’t - Oh God - I just don’t know what to feel anymore.”
Jensen felt his heart sink and his stomach churn. He knew, he knew the minute he saw that cocky cowboy standing in his hall, in his space, in his life, that it would come to this and he felt like he wanted to punch someone, anyone, to make it right again.
“You need to sort yourself out,” Jensen was aware of sounding angry but he didn’t care. This was the man he loved, the man he would battle for, but he had to know and know now, if there was anything left worth fighting about. “You’re not a fucking innocent child, Jared, you are a man, a man for God’s sake, you need to tell that asshole to pack his bags and go back to wherever he came from or you need to let me go, one or the other, cos, you can’t have both of us.”
“Jensen…” Jared’s words come out on a sob and tears come freely then. Jensen can feel them on his hand where he is still cradling Jared’s jaw, he can feel Jared shaking, feel his pain and loss.
He stays still and silent, waiting, waiting for Jared to make his decision.
He knows how hard this is. Jared was with Chris for five years and Chris was his first love, the man who took his virginity. Jensen knows how intense first love can be, how deep it can go. He knows because Jared is the only man he has ever loved, the only man he has given over his life to and to lose him now would break Jensen apart.
He can only hope that Jared is strong enough to do what is right.
He can only hope that Jared loves him enough to choose him.
***
Jensen is awakened by lips that are hard and insistent, pressed against his own, tongue seeking entry, arms pulling him closer so that he is flush against the muscular body next to him.
Despite the fact that it is still early, only two or three hours since he dozed off, Jensen’s body responds instantly, his cock hardening in his boxers, his mouth opening, letting Jared in.
He had never known Jared to be so masterful, so desperate. The younger man pulls him, impossibly, closer, rocking his body into Jensen’s, so that hard cock meets hard cock, erections rubbing together, fire coursing through Jensen’s veins.
He feels so turned on he can barely think, half-asleep, yet his body attuned to every touch. Jared groans, pressing his hands against Jensen’s chest, his stomach, his hips.
“I want to fuck you,” he says.
Jensen nods his approval, letting Jared roll him onto his back, feeling the younger man touching him, stroking his balls, his thighs, every part of him. He lets his legs fall apart, lets Jared lube himself up, lets Jared touch him, probe him, feels Jared everywhere.
Then Jared is inside him and it is pain, pleasure, and everything he has always wanted. He pulls Jared down and they kiss repeatedly, tongues warring together as Jared pumps inside of him. Jensen can feel his climax building, feel the need exploding out of him, then Jared hits that sweet spot again, and he comes, crying out, holding Jared close, finally finding his voice.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Jared moans then and Jensen feels the warmth of his orgasm flooding through him. He holds on, clinging with hands and legs, knowing, deep within him, that Jared has made his choice, that Jared is his, that Jared is staying.
Afterwards, Jared holds him close, strokes his hair, his words tumbling out.
“I’m so sorry Jensen - I’m so sorry.”
“S’ok,” Jensen feels sated, warm and sleepy, he listens to Jared’s voice, deep and Texan, the vowels rich and sweet, like the candy Jared loves.
“He wanted me to meet him, tomorrow in the bar where we used to hang out together, he wanted me to go with him, to go back to LA, he really thinks I will.”
“Yeah,” Jensen yawns and buries his head in Jared’s shoulders, “And what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to meet him all right,” there is a smile in Jared’s voice and something else, something tangible, something that sounds like love, “but the thing is, Jensen, is you are coming with me.”
Jensen laughs, his mind drifting away, he knows he can sleep safely now and that when he wakes, in the morning, Jared will be there.
It’s all he wants or needs right now and he slips into sleep with a smile on his face.
He has won.
Final chapter
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Chris/Jared. Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: Chris wants Jared but there is something he wants more. When he leaves the love of his life alone, Jared is broken. What will Chris do when he finds out someone else has picked up the pieces and Chris can never go home again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jared or Jensen or Chris. I don’t own anything even this idea.
This is for magser - who wanted this so much and gave me the plot bunny!!
The title is from a song from Carrie Underwood that I heard for the first time tonight. Hope you like this Mags!
Previous chapter
Jensen pulled his truck up outside the apartment. It was early in the morning, the moon waning, grey daylight filtering in through dark clouds. He let himself in and turned on the hall light, wanting nothing more than a quick shower and bed. ”
The scent of sweat and sex seemed to permeate his nostrils and he almost gagged as he moved into the kitchen, slumping down on one of the stools and pouring himself out a glass of orange juice.
He tried to reason with himself, making excuses in his mind for what he had smelt, what he suspected might have happened. He was bone-weary and he wished he had stayed at the hospital to shower, wished he had eaten his breakfast there and maybe gone for an early morning run.
His footsteps were heavy as he climbed the stairs and he decided against the shower, giving his face a quick wash, scrubbing his hands clean. He brushed his teeth and stripped down to his boxers and then he went into the bedroom.
Jared was an untidy lump under the bedclothes. All Jensen could see was the top of his hair, chestnut strands spiking up. Jensen pulled back the sheet and climbed in, snuggling closer to Jared, despite his misgivings, wrapping his arms around the younger man and drawing him close.
“Don’t,” Jared sounded wrecked, he tried to wriggle out of Jensen’s grasp, but Jensen held on, tightening his grip, turning Jared in his arms so that he was forced to face him.
It was dark in the room; only the first faint orange of sunlight through the curtains gave it any light. Jensen could see Jared’s eyes, bright and guilt-ridden, peering at him.
“What’s wrong?” Jensen had seen all the signs now but he needed to hear it from Jared’s own lips, needed to know that what he suspected was true.
“Chris came back - after you had gone,” Jared’s tone was hesitant, wavering and, in the darkness, he looked like a lost little boy, “I don’t know what to think, what to do, this is all too much, I just wish he would leave me alone - leave us alone.”
“Did you have sex?” Jensen knows now, doesn’t have to have the answer to his question, doesn’t have to have it spelt out to him. He smelt it; he saw it in Jared’s eyes the moment he turned over.
“I - please Jensen - don’t…” Jared choked out the words and Jensen saw the trail of liquid sparkle over his high cheekbones. Without thinking, he lifted his finger and brushed the water away, stroking down Jared’s face, letting his hand rest on Jared’s chin, pulling it up to face him.
“Did you have sex?”
“He gave me a blow job,” Jared states, emotionless and drained, “I couldn’t - I didn’t - Oh God - I just don’t know what to feel anymore.”
Jensen felt his heart sink and his stomach churn. He knew, he knew the minute he saw that cocky cowboy standing in his hall, in his space, in his life, that it would come to this and he felt like he wanted to punch someone, anyone, to make it right again.
“You need to sort yourself out,” Jensen was aware of sounding angry but he didn’t care. This was the man he loved, the man he would battle for, but he had to know and know now, if there was anything left worth fighting about. “You’re not a fucking innocent child, Jared, you are a man, a man for God’s sake, you need to tell that asshole to pack his bags and go back to wherever he came from or you need to let me go, one or the other, cos, you can’t have both of us.”
“Jensen…” Jared’s words come out on a sob and tears come freely then. Jensen can feel them on his hand where he is still cradling Jared’s jaw, he can feel Jared shaking, feel his pain and loss.
He stays still and silent, waiting, waiting for Jared to make his decision.
He knows how hard this is. Jared was with Chris for five years and Chris was his first love, the man who took his virginity. Jensen knows how intense first love can be, how deep it can go. He knows because Jared is the only man he has ever loved, the only man he has given over his life to and to lose him now would break Jensen apart.
He can only hope that Jared is strong enough to do what is right.
He can only hope that Jared loves him enough to choose him.
***
Jensen is awakened by lips that are hard and insistent, pressed against his own, tongue seeking entry, arms pulling him closer so that he is flush against the muscular body next to him.
Despite the fact that it is still early, only two or three hours since he dozed off, Jensen’s body responds instantly, his cock hardening in his boxers, his mouth opening, letting Jared in.
He had never known Jared to be so masterful, so desperate. The younger man pulls him, impossibly, closer, rocking his body into Jensen’s, so that hard cock meets hard cock, erections rubbing together, fire coursing through Jensen’s veins.
He feels so turned on he can barely think, half-asleep, yet his body attuned to every touch. Jared groans, pressing his hands against Jensen’s chest, his stomach, his hips.
“I want to fuck you,” he says.
Jensen nods his approval, letting Jared roll him onto his back, feeling the younger man touching him, stroking his balls, his thighs, every part of him. He lets his legs fall apart, lets Jared lube himself up, lets Jared touch him, probe him, feels Jared everywhere.
Then Jared is inside him and it is pain, pleasure, and everything he has always wanted. He pulls Jared down and they kiss repeatedly, tongues warring together as Jared pumps inside of him. Jensen can feel his climax building, feel the need exploding out of him, then Jared hits that sweet spot again, and he comes, crying out, holding Jared close, finally finding his voice.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Jared moans then and Jensen feels the warmth of his orgasm flooding through him. He holds on, clinging with hands and legs, knowing, deep within him, that Jared has made his choice, that Jared is his, that Jared is staying.
Afterwards, Jared holds him close, strokes his hair, his words tumbling out.
“I’m so sorry Jensen - I’m so sorry.”
“S’ok,” Jensen feels sated, warm and sleepy, he listens to Jared’s voice, deep and Texan, the vowels rich and sweet, like the candy Jared loves.
“He wanted me to meet him, tomorrow in the bar where we used to hang out together, he wanted me to go with him, to go back to LA, he really thinks I will.”
“Yeah,” Jensen yawns and buries his head in Jared’s shoulders, “And what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to meet him all right,” there is a smile in Jared’s voice and something else, something tangible, something that sounds like love, “but the thing is, Jensen, is you are coming with me.”
Jensen laughs, his mind drifting away, he knows he can sleep safely now and that when he wakes, in the morning, Jared will be there.
It’s all he wants or needs right now and he slips into sleep with a smile on his face.
He has won.
Final chapter