Marconi Plays the Mamba, Part Three
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Title: Marconi Plays the Mamba
Author: tcs1121
Artist: 2blueshoes
Pairing and Characters: Jensen/Jared, Felicia Day, Alaina Huffman, DJ Qualls, Chad Michael Murry, Misha Collins, Osric Chau, Katie Cassady, Genevieve Cortese,
Cameos and mentions: Jim Beaver, Sandy McCoy, Mark Pellegrino, Mark Sheppard, Richard Speight, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Brock Kelley, Alona Tal, Rob Benedict, Bryan Norcross, Jim Cantore
Rating: NC-17
Genre: J2 AU, romantic comedy, some hurt/comfort
Word Count: ~34,500
Warnings: No Warnings outside of the sexual activities associated with the rating.
Disclaimer: Untrue story. Character names are being used without permission. No money changes hands.
~~*~~*~~Special Thanks to~~*~~*~~
My longtime friend and beta kee Who is so very special.
To my artist 2blueshoes who captured the essence of Jensen's smiles :-)
The art master post is HERE Please take a look and send your love. <3
To wendy Tireless moderator for the SPN J2 Big Bang year after year after year. Thank you, wendy!
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A/N 1: If you don't understand Chad, it's because he speaks in Jimmy Buffett lyrics
A/N 2: All restaurants named are real. I didn't make up any of them.
Summary:
Jensen is a local Florida weatherman who is known for his handsome face and winning smiles. Although he gave up the dream of becoming a real meteorologist, he is extremely passionate about the weather. And, eventually, Jared.
Jared is a brilliant computer programmer whose company, PMC (Padalecki, Morgan, Collins) gets contracted by Jensen's TV studio to revamp their software. Jared speaks fluent Mexican Restaurant Menu Spanish and has strong affection for weather. And, eventually, Jensen.
It's all fun and games until deadly weather threatens their town. Then, it's up to them to save Coconut Bay.
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Back to Part Two
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"That's the Wednesday Late Night Weather Wrap Up. We should get together tomorrow and spread out in the Coconut Bay sun because it will be JAPSTAD." He aimed his number Eight at the camera and said, "Just Another Perfect Sunny Thursday Day. Stay safe and always check that you have an emergency transistor radio with up-to-date batteries." Jensen shot the camera lens with his index finger gun and clicked his tongue.
Three fingers, two fingers, one finger, "And that's a wrap for the Wednesday Late Night Weather Wrap Up. So, Jensen, I traded with Felicia so Scout and I could be here first thing in the morning. Scout loves a morning sunrise and I thought he'd like to run amongst your Gumbo Limbo trees."
DJ pulled his headset off and checked something off on his clipboard before unplugging the sound board. "I hope that's okay."
"Don't come too early." Jensen was trying to hide his excitement. Jared was waiting for him in the Upstairs Weather Lair bedroom. Apparently, nothing turned Jensen on more than imagining Jared scanning the North American Mesoscale Forecast System.
DJ laughed. "You know I won't. Scout likes to sleep late, but don't worry, we'll make it in time for your morning broadcast."
"No doubt."
"I really appreciate all the faith you have in me. So," He finished wrapping the cables and powering down. "see you in the morning."
"Yes," Jensen dragged DJ to the door by his shirt tail. "Tomorrow. Sleep tight and let Scout get all the beauty rest he needs."
"You're so considerate about Scout's needs, too." Jensen nudged DJ out the front door with his shoulder. DJ turned with a wistful expression, "I really wish you had a dog. We could have great play dates."
"I know. Maybe someday. Bye." He shut the door gently but firmly behind DJ and locked the deadbolt. And the chain bolt. And turned the lock on the knob.
Jensen ducked into his downstairs bathroom and quick-brushed his teeth, untucked his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair for that care-free, windblown look. It was a good look for him.
He bounded up the stairs and headed for the weather bedroom. That's when he saw that the door to his master was open and the lights were on. He slowed his steps and heard soft music playing. Creedence Clearwater Revival's Who'll Stop the Rain abruptly ended and then Garth Brooks sang The Thunder Rolls, followed a few seconds later by Lena Horn's sultry voice crooning Stormy Weather.
Jensen stepping into the room caused a startled Jared to guiltily straighten up.
"I, um, I just," Jared stammered.
"You made a mixtape with weather songs for me, didn't you?" Jensen put his hands on his hips. "Didn't you?"
"Maybe, yes?" Jared tried to hide his iPhone behind his back, muffling The Fortunes singing, Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again.
"What other songs are on there?" Jensen took a step in Jared's direction, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding off his tie as he went.
Jared's jaw dropped when Jensen stripped off his belt and began stepping out of his slacks.
"Um…Neil Sedaka's Laughter in the Rain, and They Call the Wind Mariah, from the Original Soundtrack of Paint Your Wagon," Jared faced Jensen, forgetting his iPhone as Jensen started kissing up and down his neck and shoulders. "A Rainy Night in Georgia." Jared shivered as Jensen slid his hand down Jared's back and lifted his shirt up over his head.
"Brook Benton or George Benson?" Jensen demanded as he unbuttoned Jared's fly.
"B..Benton. Brook Benton." Jared moaned into Jensen's hair.
"Good choice. Anything else?" Jensen's hands traveled up. He lifted Jared's beanie off and kissed behind his ear.
"Here Comes the Rain Again, by the Eurythmics, and it wouldn't be fair not to put in Jimmy Buffett's, Tryin' to Reason with Hurricane Season."
Jensen pulled back. "I don't know that one."
"It's on his "Buffett Hotel" album." Jared pulled Jensen to him looking him square in the eyes. "Sorry, but I hadn't gotten around to getting The Weathergirls It's Raining Men yet."
"Hallelujah!" Jensen dove in, pushing Jared down on the bed and fumbling with his zipper.
"Wait! Wait!"
"What now? I'm not drunk, I promise!"
"I have a confession to make." At Jensen's narrowed eyes, Jared quickly continued, "I saw you do the weather when I said I only saw Brock. I only watched you do the weather twice or maybe five times, but no more. I didn't fall for you because of your pretty face, and I want you to know that."
"You didn't? I mean you did? Watch me and didn't like my face?"
"No, no, I love your face but not only your face. Please keep kissing me."
"Okay, then," kiss, "stop," kiss, "fucking," kiss, kiss, "confessing."
Jensen made short work of Jared's pants, and even though he had some trouble untangling the socks from the hem of the jeans, all in all, he finally ended with a very naked, very aroused computer programmer spread before him.
And he was glorious.
"Wow." Jensen whispered. He went on auto pilot as he removed the rest of his own clothing, staring wide-eyed at Jared laid out on his bed.
"Wow," Jensen gasped, again. "You are-I want-You are so," Jensen dove into his pillow-laden mattress and scooted up in between Jared's spread thighs. "I can't even-you are too, too,"
"So are you, Jensen." Jared appeared to be having some difficulty forming words as his mouth kept opening and closing. "You have no idea. Jesus."
Jensen laughed, "I'm usually better at coming up with words and stuff. I mean, I talk in front of a camera for a living. I guess I'm out of one-on-one practice, but, holy cow, Jared, have you seen you? Christ." Jensen leaned in, kissing Jared from his chest to his chin. Jensen hoped he wasn't out of practice on the sex and stuff.
"You're not out of practice."
Jensen must have said that last part out loud.
"Hey, what's this?" Jared tugged at a silver chain Jensen wore around his neck, and then kissed under the chain.
"It's, uh, he's, uh," Jensen arched his neck. "Saint Medardus."
"Saint Medardus?" Jared stopped and looked.
Jensen pulled Jared's face back to his neck where it was. "Patron saint of weather and weathermen."
"Saint Medardus?" Jared mumbled into Jensen's neck.
"I'm a lapsed Catholic, my mother is not. She gave this to me after I discovered The Weather Channel and watched it for forty-eight hours straight. Now, can we get back to the matter at hand?"
"Aye aye, sir." Jared dove in again.
Jensen kissed Jared's open mouth, giving his tongue permission to move about on its own accord. Jared moaned in a way that made Jensen quiver from head to toe. Jensen reeled in his tongue only to taste the beads of sweat dripping down Jared's neck to his chest.
"You're doing great. You're doing perfect. You are perfect." Jared stretched his body out, giving Jensen access to any part of it he wanted. "Keep going. Do anything you want."
Which was fine with Jensen, since he wanted it all, he wanted it all, and he wanted it now.
He tasted, and sucked, and licked, and touched and kissed and worked up and down Jared's body. From the shiny hair on his beanie-less head to the muscles of his long, long legs. And then, as he immersed himself in the soft hairs around Jared's navel, Jared's fully erect cock could not, would not be ignored. He looked up into Jared's eyes. Jared nodded and closed them.
Jensen grasped Jared's shaft, wetted his lips and suckled the head of Jared's cock, grasping his own erection to slow down his excitement. Jared moaned and pumped his hips impatiently.
Jensen took the hint and opened wide. He took Jared in as deeply as he could, making messy puddles of saliva on Jared's belly. Jensen opened his throat, relaxed his jaw and sucked in a breath through his nose as he gently bobbed up and down on Jared's cock.
Jared's head thrashed from side to side making him look like a porn star acting for the cameras. That thought turned Jensen on more than it should have. Tears ran from his eyes and he swallowed as best he could with his mouth stuffed full of Jared's amazing manhood.
Amazing manhood?
Suddenly Jared pushed Jensen back, "Stop, stop, stop."
Jensen screeched to a halt. "What's wrong, now?" His voice was rubbed raw from the pressure of Jared's erection on his vocal cords. It sounded sexy even to him.
Jared glared. "You know nothing's wrong. That was the best blow job ever and it was all I could do to get you to stop. Come here."
Jensen was pretty sure he wasn't being reprimanded. He was absolutely sure when Jared descended upon him, all teeth, tongue and lips.
"Holy shit, Jensen. Have you seen you?" Jared kissed like it was his last night on earth. Tongue testing, tangling and delving into the softness of Jensen's mouth without coming up for air. In the background of Jensen's mind, he heard Nearer, My God, to Thee playing, because Jared was positively killing him.
Jared latched on Jensen's left nipple then his right. Jared fisting Jensen's dick, carefully at first, then with increased speed and friction. Jared stopped long enough to wet his fingers by sucking on them and went back to driving Jensen's dick crazy, nuzzling the soft hairs of his treasure trail.
"Do you have lube," Jared mumbled, "because I brought some if you don't have any."
"Yes. Yes, I have lube, but I don't want you to stop."
"Where is it," Jared rasped.
"Top dresser drawer." Jensen pointed to his dresser on the far side of the room. "And in the bathroom cabinet." Jensen moaned at Jared's well-placed finger giving just the right pressure under the head of his cock. "And the hall closet." Jensen gestured out the bedroom door. "Also, the middle drawer in the desk in the second bedroom." He gestured with his head toward the hallway as he flailed back and forth at what Jared was doing with his mouth. "Downstairs," he wheezed, "in the guest bathroom." Jensen pointed toward the floor with his eyes squeezed shut.
"I get it, I get it, lots of lube, none right here. I guess I'll have to improvise." Jared slid his hand between Jensen's legs and softly stroked his balls. And then, not so softly.
Jensen's not sure but he may have started to cry, because Jared expertly sucked Jensen' cock into his mouth and swallowed him down.
"Holy shit, Jared, holy shit." Jensen was strung as tight as a bowstring. Jared hummed and Jensen could feel him smiling around his erection.
And then the world went white as he came without warning, hard and fast into Jared's mouth. He couldn't believe how rude he was for not warning him, because he was as shocked by the intensity of it as Jared must have been.
To Jensen's surprise, Jared continued licking and swallowing until Jensen was used up.
"Sorry, Jay," Jensen panted. "Sorry, sorry."
"Oh, quiet. In case you didn't realize, that was the whole point of this endeavor." Jared's voice was rough, sexy and cheerful. "Making you come as hard and as long and as many times as possible."
Jensen's dick gave a brave twitch as it tried valiantly to get hard again. It tried even harder when Jared's wet fingers-he must have taken out his own lube-slid between Jensen's ass cheeks and centered on his tightly furled hole.
Jensen hummed softly and spread his legs. Taking that as the invitation it was, Jared poured another dollop on his fingers and rubbed harder, breaching the tight ring of muscle ever so gently.
"Have you ever done this all the way?" Jared asked, pressing a little harder but retreating.
"Yeah, but not for a long time and I'm the one, I mean, I usually, mmmm." Jensen's explanation of how he usually tops got lost in the sensation of Jared pressing his index finger in slowly and crooking it a little.
"Is this okay?" Jared asked.
"Yes. Very okay," Jensen hummed. "I'm all yours tonight in any way you want me."
Jared kissed down his shoulders, back, and the cleft of his ass. "You have no idea how badly I want you." Jared was still hard, and his moist, hard cock left little trails of pre-come on Jensen's skin. "No idea." He kissed up his neck and then into his mouth.
Actually, Jensen had a pretty good idea.
Jensen pushed back into Jared's finger prompting Jared to use one, then two more fingers. He was slow, careful, methodical, and considerate.
"You're so smart, and gorgeous, and passionate." Jared muttered as he pumped his fingers deep into Jensen. "You're driven, committed, drop dead sexy, and, right now, you're all mine."
It briefly occurred to Jensen that maybe he should be concerned by what Jared was saying, but to his surprise, he was pleased, flattered, and had no reason to disagree with anything he said.
"Back at'cha," Jensen groaned as Jared found a particularly happy spot inside Jensen. "Oh, yes, I'm ready." He lifted his head and looked at Jared head on. "I am ready. Hit me with your best shot, Jared."
"Yeah?"
Jensen pointed to his master bathroom. "Condoms are next to the lube."
Jared jumped out of the bed, spilling four or five pillows onto the floor as he sped to the bathroom.
Jared was visibly shaking as he returned and hopped on the mattress. "Here, let me," Jensen said reaching for the condom.
Jared blushed from head to chest and handed him the packet. Jensen opened it with his teeth and slowly, carefully, methodically and considerately rolled the condom down Jared's entire length. He found the lube and added some to the already pre-lubricated latex sheath. He added some to his entrance and spread his legs. Jared crawled up and placed Jensen's legs over his shoulders.
"I'll go slow. I want you this way so I can see you. I know it's been a while for you, so if you need me to stop so you can turn over, I will. But, God, Jensen, look at you. You look amazing like this. I can't believe how lucky I am."
For the second time tonight, Jensen thought he might cry. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn't have much time to ponder that question as Jared nudged the blunt head of his hard cock up to Jensen's stretched and ready hole.
"I'll go slow. Relax. Think happy thoughts."
Jensen closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He let his mind wander to a tropical rain forest, where the hushing sound of rain on the leaves was all around. He let out a breath as Jared breached his outer ring of muscle. There was a sting, but no real pain. He opened his mind and pictured the dew drops on the farm fields he visited in high school. It was stunning with the morning sunrise creating hundreds of thousands of miniature prisms with little rainbows of color on the ground.
Jared had moved up an inch and all Jensen felt was a slight, burning pressure.
"You're doing so good, Jen. You are so awesome and sexy like this." Jared sounded like he was holding his breath. "God, you're hot. Hot to look at, hot to touch."
It was probably taking a toll on Jared, going so slow. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" More wetness making his hole slick and slippery.
Jensen shook his head and let out a breath. Huge wind turbines, on the Biglow Canyon wind farm when he visited Oregon. Wind power from almost unceasing winds, whipping down the fields. And, in the sky, low stratus clouds hung, looking like fog hugging the horizon. Higher up, scattered gray patches of altocumulus clouds, resembling herds of sheep marching across the blueness, not to be confused with the curly cirrus clouds climbing higher and higher in the atmosphere where low temperatures and low water vaper exists. Finally, the mighty cumulonimbus clouds rising high into towers forming the anvil shaped thunderheads.
Jared was fully seated. Jensen could feel his tension, caused from holding back.
Jensen opened his eyes. Jared's eyes were flashing like lightning. Jensen nodded, "Fire away."
Jared breathed out in relief and slowly at first, but better, stronger, and faster, Jared pumped into Jensen with a look of pure dimpled bliss.
Jensen grappled for the headboard, and once he had a grip, he pushed back into Jared, thrust for thrust. Jared tried a few angles until he found the sweet spot that punched all the air out of Jensen's lungs.
"Fuck, Jared, fuck. So good, fuck." Jensen chanted in time with Jared's thrusts.
"Jensen, I can't hold off. I can't. Shit." Now it looked like it was Jared's turn to cry.
"Go. Go for it, Jay."
To Jensen's surprise, Jared reached down and pumped Jensen to full hardness and matched his strokes to the thrusts of Jared's hips. Jensen never believed the porn he read about both partners coming at the same time. However, while Jared definitely came first, Jensen was close behind.
Jared tried not to fall directly on top of Jensen, but he did land on him sideways.
"You okay, Jen? You okay?" He pulled out slowly.
"I'm fine. I'm great. I'm better than great." Jensen stretched carefully and found he was pretty okay.
"You are. You are better than great." Jared nuzzled his neck and chin and kissed the line of his silver chain. "Thank you for this. What we did just now. Thank you." Each 'thank you' was punctuated with a kiss.
"Jared, you were awesome. You are the best, and not only the sex. Which was awesome." Jensen was rambling.
"No, you," Jared countered.
"No, you."
Jared removed the condom, tied it off and tossed it in the direction of the bathroom. "Hold on," he told Jensen.
Like the gentleman he was, Jared came out of the bathroom with a warm wash cloth and wiped Jensen down. Then he threw the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom.
"I want a shower, but I really want you to come back and go to sleep with me. Is that okay? Am I sounding too needy?" Jensen said, sounding needy.
"Not at all. You make me feel wanted."
"And wanted you are." Jensen yawned. "Now get back in here."
"I told you I love it when you're bossy." He smirked and crawled back in the bed.
Jensen used his remote to turn on the ceiling fan. That made it so they were cool enough to pull up the sheet and lightweight cotton blanket around them.
"This is nice," Jared closed his eyes.
"You're nice." Jensen said.
"No, you," Jared said sleepily, and took Jensen's hand.
"No, you," Jensen said slipping off into the night, dreaming of rare red lightning sprites and bright cirrostratus sundogs.
"Say some more." Jared stroked Jensen's ear with the tip of his finger.
"You want more?" Jensen breathed.
"Uh huh."
"Okay, how about-Beaufort Wind Scale."
Jared kissed a trail behind Jensen's ear.
Jensen trembled, "Corrected Density Altitude." Jared licked a line to his neck.
" Laser…Laser Doppler…anemometer," Jensen gasped as Jared reached behind Jensen and stroked his still-tender hole.
Jared stilled his fingers. "Are you okay?"
"So okay." He snuggled down into the pillows, lay his head on Jared's chest and closed his eyes. "Now it's your turn."
"My turn, eh?" Jared's voice was low and warm.
"Um hum," Jensen nodded, sleepily.
"Okay."
He gathered Jensen in his arms and whispered in his ear, "Quesadilla con carne."
Jensen licked his lips and moaned softly.
Jared kissed Jensen's temple. "Pico de gallo,"
With a flourish on the rolled r, he said, "Queso fresco."
Jensen bundled himself into Jared's arms with a hunger so great it made him want to cry.
Or order take-out.
"On this beautiful, beautiful Thursday afternoon, with hazel blue skies, hazel green waters and the hazel gray clouds high in the stratosphere, some days there's Just Not Enough Perfect Ways to Describe it. Stay safe, Coconut Bay and remember to live well, laugh often, love much and patronize our local establishments because when you buy local you support a dream."
Jensen's Number Ten made an appearance because his Number Ten, where his eyes crinkled and the tip of his tongue showed, was derived from his genuinely happy smile, and today he was genuinely happy.
"And that's a wrap." Felicia keyed into her iPad, looked up. "You know, Jensen, not everybody could make a regular day sound so happy." She smirked. "Or so hazel."
He shrugged, playing it off. "It's a great description-al word. You want coffee? I want coffee." He broke into a run to his kitchen and carefully sat down by his coffee maker.
Felicia tip-toed into the kitchen and pulled up one of the breakfast bar stools. "So, is it going to be a hazel day tomorrow, too?" she asked as she sat. "Or maybe Just Another Perfect Beanie-less Night Tonight?"
"Oh, what do you know about beanie-less nights, Red?" Jensen opted for the Keurig rather than the French Press since the Keurig took less than a minute once it was heated up and his French Press took almost ten minutes because he liked to steep it twice.
"Hey, sorry, the door was unlocked so I thought it might be okay to come in." Jared took the beanie off his head and held it in his fisted hands in front of his chest.
Jensen jumped and grabbed the headwear. "Put that back on! "
"Huh? What?"
"Too late, Jensen. I already saw him take it off."
"Don't you need to go home now?" Jensen asked Felicia as he sloppily forced the cap back onto Jared's head.
"Nope. DJ and I switched so he could bring Scout again tomorrow morning. So, you guys are stuck with me here all evening long."
Jared turned to Felicia and asked kindly, "Felicia, would it be okay with you if I took Jensen out for a drink and some light fare at Tequila Mockingbird's tonight? I promise to have him home and sober by 9:15." He turned his dewy eyes to her.
"Don't make me come looking for you if you're not back by 9:30."
Jared held up his hand. "I promise."
"Hey," Jensen stepped between them. "You might try asking me if I even want to go out with you."
Jared turned to Jensen and asked kindly, "Jensen, would you like to go out with me for a drink and some light fare at Tequila Mockingbird's…?"
"Shut up, let's go." He took Jared by the elbow and hustled him out the front door. After slamming said door behind him, he crowded Jared up against it, attacking Jared's mouth with his tongue.
Jared rattled the door, turning the tables on Jensen, by turning Jensen. He got Jensen's back up against the door and fairly consumed Jensen's tongue as well as sucking all the air out of his lungs.
Jared was truly gifted at osculation.
"I'm not hungry," Jensen panted.
"Neither am I. Is there a back door to your house?"
Jensen felt strange sneaking into his own home, but it was easier than firing Felicia. Jensen reached into a blooming Oleander bush where he had hidden a spare key in an old film canaster. He unlocked the door and put it back under the blossoms. They both took off their shoes and crept inside.
He felt very naughty, especially the way Jared squeezed his ass as they snuck up the stairs.
"Think we got away with it?" Jared whispered.
Jensen put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. "We'll leave the lights off and just fool around because we have to be very, very quiet."
"Quiet?" Jared squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head vigorously. "I don't think I can do it, Jensen. I don't think I can."
Jensen got in Jared's face. "Man up! You've got to buck up and do me, mister. No noise! And if you're good, I'll return the favor."
"So bossy," Jared said as he tackled Jensen to the bed. As quietly as he could, Jared proceeded to successfully follow orders. Twice.
And he still got Jensen home by 9:23.
"This is the time of year when the days grow longer and longer and even longer. The humidity gets so thick that your eyes water and it's hard to breathe. Your skin perspires as the summer sun heats your body up, causing beads of salty sweat to drip from your hairline. All the while bulbous white clouds are waiting to burst into sunshine. Remember, Coconut Bay, to make the good times rock and roll 'til the very last drop and don't forget to enjoy the view! Also, always carry a paper fold-up map in your glove compartment because you never know if you get lost whether there will be a signal for your phone's GPS.
"Have a great weekend, see you on JAPMOM-Just Another Perfect MOnday Morning" Jensen went back to his tried and true Number Four before the three, two, one…
"And that's a wrap, Jensen." DJ made a check mark on his clip board, not looking up. "That was quite a weather wrap up." He coughed into his hand. "Good advice about the map."
"Thanks." His cell phone chimed. He smirked as he picked it up expecting it to be a message from Jared. Jensen's face fell, his skin drained of color and his hands began to shake.
"What's wrong, Jense?" DJ said, alarmed. "What is it?"
"It's Ms. Huffman." He turned his phone so DJ could see. "She wants to see me first thing Monday morning."
DJ put on a brave face. "It's probably nothing. I mean, of course it's nothing, how can it be anything? You're our Just About Perfect Weatherman, but to be safe, practice your Number Two. I know she likes that one."
There was a crash from the kitchen and the happy yelping of a miniature poodle. DJ ran out the door while Jensen worked on getting his dimples to show.
Jensen moved the curser over the map, writing down wind velocities, air and water temperatures and studying various statistics. He was at his Upstairs Weather Central on Saturday afternoon with his phone on speaker. "How long before your program is up and running at the station, Jay?"
"We are smokin', Jensen. Even though it doesn't work yet, the program feels ready, like it's waiting for that right executable. We couldn't find anything wrong in the test data so we're close to launch count down. Of course, I still have to hash out a few small fixes and add some applets because right now, this can't do that, and the start-up module might need some tweaking, but as far as we can tell there is no virus in the application software or interface format."
"You're beginning to zone out, aren't you?"
'Yeah, maybe."
"I'll leave you to it, then. When you come up for air, give me a call. I mean, if you want to." Jensen was going for the hail fellow well met tone of voice but was afraid he just sounded pathetic.
Jared's voice came back softly, "Of course, I want to call you. I want you to experience my bulbous hazel clouds shooting sunshine."
"Shut up."
"Never. Gotta go, got a date with a ghost in the machine. Love you, bye." *click*
Love you, bye.
Love you, bye?
Jensen dropped his mouse. What the hazel hell does that mean, love you, bye?
Does that mean that Jared loves him? That's what 'love you, bye,' means, doesn't it? Does he love me? Do I love him?
Well, do ya, punk?
Jensen whispered, "Love you, too." He tried again. "(ahem) Love you, too!" And then, "Love you, too."
He was surprised to find that it got easier and easier to say. "Love you, too, Jay." "Love you, Jared." "I love you, Jared, bye."
He was determined to try it out sometime. Maybe.
Sort of.
He didn't know.
He shook his head and returned to his numbers. Hurricane Baby had altered course and built up a little steam, but she was still not destined to hit their little swatch of southern Florida. He ran a series of simulations with the new figures and no matter how he ran them he could only get one or two pale spaghetti strands to come close to Coconut Bay.
This was good news. Actually, this was no news, because according to Jensen's data, Baby was going to be a bust of a storm. Even though she was churning the waters in the Atlantic pretty good right now, if she made landfall at all, whether in the Bahamas, Cuba, or Florida, she wouldn't stay long before blowing out to sea and dying a quick and peaceful death. Truthfully, Jensen didn't think she would see land at all. The most drama would be her veering away from the massive high-pressure system currently cutting across the Western Hemisphere west to east.
That would be kind of fun to watch. He smiled to himself, which reminded him…
He pulled a lighted mirror from his desk drawer and turned it on. Jensen gave the mirror his easy Number Three, cocked his head to the right and turned it into his Number Six. Remembering his meeting with Alaina on Monday, he did some deep breathing, some heavy jaw exercises, licked his lips and shot a dazzling Number Two into the glass.
And dear God, it was beautiful.
"Good Monday morning, Ms. Huffman. You're looking lovely this morning." Jensen didn't wait and immediately unloaded his Number Two on her.
"Jensen, sit." Huffman pointed to the chair using her ever-present Sharpie.
Jensen thought he felt his face crack as he held his dimples in place. "You wanted to see me, Ma'am?"
'Hurricane, Jensen."
"Pardon me?"
Alaina tossed Jensen a copy of Sunday's Nassau Guardian.
"Hurricane, Jensen." She Sharpied the headline for emphasis. It read:
Hurricane Baby. Heading This Way?
The National Weather Service has reported that Category 1 hurricane, Baby, the second named storm of the season, now has newly recorded sustained winds of 90 miles per hour, and gusts up to 110 miles per hour. The course of this storm has changed trajectory and is now on a west north westerly path in the Atlantic. The storm is too far out to predict landfall with any certainty. Hurricane watches are being issued for the Turks and Caicos Islands, Nassau and the Bahamas and as far north as Southern Florida. Baby is expected to strengthen to a Category 2 by tomorrow afternoon.
"See?" Alaina poked the page. "Hurricane."
"I've been tracking Hurricane Baby, Ms. Huffman, and I can say with near certainty that Baby will not affect us."
"How do you know?" She drew a big, black question mark on the newspaper.
"Because I have plotted out several dozen scenarios for this hurricane, and what will most likely happen is that Baby will veer northward, gain strength and speed to make it a Cat 2 or 3, skirt the Keys, bounce off of Miami and head towards Bermuda where it will quickly deteriorate into a tropical storm."
"You're sure?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Pretty sure." He tried his Number Two on her again but it came across more like his Number Eight. "I'm really almost sure."
She snorted un-daintily. "I'm not. It's news. Report it."
"But Ms. Huffman, I don’t want to upset the viewers by making them think they'll be hit by a hurricane."
"News, Jensen. Weather is news." She stabbed the Nassau Guardian leaving long, black streaks across the page. "Report it."
"I won't lie." His Number Two/Eight turned to stone. "I won't. I'll report it, but I'll report it accurately."
She snorted again, this time through her nose, which was kind of gross even though she was a beautiful woman in her own creepy way.
"Okay. Fair. But add drama."
"I won't lie."
"Hurricanes are dramatic." She stared him down.
"Okay, I'll report the drama of hurricanes but not Baby, unless she becomes a real threat. Which she won't."
"Again, fair." Alaina turned away from Jensen and toward her computer screen, an obvious dismissal.
Jensen stood to leave but her voice stopped him short. "Oh, and Jensen. No more Weather Sexcasting, even though the paper map was a good idea."
"Yes, ma'am. I mean, no, ma'am."
He hurried out and snicked the door shut behind him.
He was dismayed that he had to embellish a storm that was going to miss them by several hundred miles. He was shocked to hear Huffman utter over ten words in a row. He was surprised that his Number Two and/or Eight didn't have the effect he wanted. He was glad that at least two people liked his advice on a paper map for the glove box.
Jensen walked through the studio. Since he was still broadcasting the weather from his house, he took advantage of his time here by swinging by the IT bullpen.
The darkly ominous signs from before had been taken down and new ones were taped up:
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All the cattle are standing like statues! All the cattle are standing like statues!
Why do you build me up, buttercup, just to let me down?
I'm a gentleman, gentleman of leisure. Let me take my time, bet you I can please ya
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Jensen just shook his head.
He poked his head inside the first cubicle. Chad's ever-present parrot-head cap was askew; he was studying his iPad, singing what sounded like gibberish to himself, and then: "But there's this one particular harbor, so far but yet so near, where I see the days as they fade away and finally disappear."
Chad had a surprisingly pleasant singing voice.
Jensen knocked loudly on the cubicle wall.
Chad looked up and pulled out his ear buds.
Jensen raised his hand in greeting. "Hello, it's Jensen the Weatherman, requesting permission to come aboard."
Chad's face beamed. "Permission granted, matey. What brings ye here? Is it to see our Cap'n Jaybird?"
"Um, yes?"
"Sorry, Weatherman. Jay's in the zone and can't come out and play."
"That's what I was afraid of." Jensen felt his face blush. "I thought I'd come by and check."
"Wait! Wait!" Osric came bounding in. "I have this! I have this." He waved a sealed, white envelope up and down in the air. "This, Chad."
"Let's see it." He tore it open. "Oh, looks like it's for you Jenbird." Chad handed the note to Jensen.
Jenbird?
Chad leaned over his shoulder as Jensen read Jared's handwriting: If Jensen shows up and I'm in the zone, show him in anyway. Tell him I promise not to act weird..
"Jared says he won't act weird," Chad said. "Come on, Osric will take you."
"Thanks, uh, Chadbird."
Chad guffawed as they left the room.
"Jared's a genius, did you know that?" Osric asked.
"I knew he was smart and talented. He's nice to me."
"He's a genius with code, he's a genius with business, he a genius with people and he's nice to everybody," Osric aimed his thumb at his own chest. "Even me." He smiled. "Believe it or not, I had a hard time finding a job even though I'm super smart. Like, super smart. Nobody wanted me but Jared and Misha. They said I could always work for them. They're great. They're in here. See ya!" Osric bounded away.
Jared was a genius and nice to everyone. Befriending, and employing odd, frenetic Osric made Jared even that much more endearing. Jared might almost be perfect. Jensen rolled his eyes to himself.
He looked inside the office door and saw Jared and Misha, forehead to forehead in deep conversation. Jared's eyes were closed and his cap was off. Misha had one hand on the back of Jared's neck and the other stroking up and down his left arm.
At that moment, Jensen realized that he'd never experienced jealousy before. A spike of pure possessiveness shot up his spine, almost bringing him to his knees. Not to mention the overwhelming desire to take a bar stool and smash Misha into a bloody pulp.
Huh.
Maybe he kinda loved Jared after all.
They were obviously sharing a private moment. Jensen really didn't want to intrude so he backed away.
"It doesn't mean anything. Touch helps Jared when he's in the zone. You can go back in. He'll want to see you." Black lace-up biker boots, black fishnet stockings, black mesh gloves, black mini pencil dress with bell sleeves, and the ever-present red PMC logo pin was affixed to the hood sewn onto the back of her dress. Genevieve was adorable.
"How do you know he'll want to see me?"
A mysterious smile ghosted Genevieve's darkened lips before she clomped away.
"Jensen?" Jared's eyes were tired but his dimples showed no sign of fatigue. "Jensen!" And suddenly he was engulfed in a bear hug and held tight.
Jensen read once that an Anaconda kills its prey by squeezing them a little tighter every time the prey exhaled so when they went to breathe in again, they took in less and less oxygen until they suffocated. It was only when little black dots danced in front of Jensen's eyes that he tapped Jared to let him go.
"Is everything all right?" Jensen gasped.
"Getting there. I mean, mostly. I mean, yes. I mean, I'm glad to see you."
"I'm glad to see you, too." Jensen breathed in two deep breaths, in case Jared went for him again. "So, is your software rockin'?"
"There's still a glitch or two, but Misha knows how to fix them. He'll get it to work. He's really talented, and a great programmer." Jared sighed deeply. "He's a good friend when times get tough. Thank God for him."
Jensen felt that jealous streak zip through him again.
What the fuck?
"I might love you." Jensen clapped a hand over his mouth.
Jared paused and tilted an ear. His eyes glinted mischievously. "Say what?"
"Nothing. I just wanted-I came by to see how you were. I mean, since I had to be here and see Ms. Huffman and all. You want lunch? We should go get lunch. How 'bout we go to Thai Tanic for, you know Thai food?"
"You might what? Love me? Is that what you said?"
"No."
"Are you sure," Jared invaded every inch of Jensen's personal space, "because it sounded like that's what you said."
"I don't know. Maybe." Jensen shook his head. "I don't know."
Misha popped his head out of the office. He reached for Jared's hand saying, "Jay, darling, I have something for you to see."
"Yes! Yes, that's what I said. Yes."
Jared smiled, and with his eyes on Jensen said, "Mish, I'll see what you have later. I'm taking a lunch break with Jensen."
"Do you think now's the time?" Misha keyed into his iPad. "We're on the brink of a break-through."
"Yes." Jared stared at Misha in silent communication. "I do."
"I understand. As you wish." Misha's head popped back in.
"Shall we go?" Jared held his arm out for Jensen to take.
"I don't know." Jensen took in another breath. "I don't know. Now, I'm acting weird. Why am I acting weird? Aren't you going to ask me why I'm acting weird?"
Jared shook his head no. "I don't care if you're acting weird. I want lunch with you."
"It's not lunch time, and I doubt that Thai Tanic is open at 10:25 in the morning."
"It's not." Jared nudged his arm at Jensen.
Jensen waited until Jared nudged again before taking it. "I suppose we could go to Lox Stock and Bagel for a late breakfast."
"No, I want Thai for lunch."
"Then what do you want to do until the restaurant opens?" Jensen was confused.
"What do I want to do right now?" Jared asked.
'Well, yeah."
"I want to see if it's true, that you might love me."
"What?"
"I want to find out if you might, indeed, love me." Jared spoke slowly, as if Jensen needed slow to understand. Apparently, he did.
"You do?" Jensen's heartbeat revved up several notches and those black spots were threatening to make a come-back.
"Yes, I do, because I might love you, too."
"You think you might?" Jensen asked again.
Jared put his beanie back on. "I think I might. Let's go see."
Jensen smiled wide and Number-less. "Alrighty, then."
Light applause emitted from Genevieve and Katy. Katy, who was tapping her iPad and snapping her gum, applauded by slapping one hand against her left thigh. Genevieve's mesh gloves muted her clapping.
"Why are they clapping? Jensen snuggled a little closer as they walked out arm-in-arm.
"They're clapping because they're happy for us."
"I guess they've never been to Lox Stock and Bagel, or Thai Tanic's."
"That's not why they're happy for us."
Jensen patted Jared's arm. "I know."
Jensen opened his front door with Jared at his heels. The house appeared empty, but from the back yard, there were the playful sounds of DJ and Scout romping amongst the Gumbo Limbo trees.
"Here, Scout, fetch!" Pause. "Good boy." Pause. "Here, Scout, fetch!" Pause. "Good boy."
"Let me handle DJ," Jared said.
"Here, Scout, fetch!"
Jensen followed Jared out into the back yard. As soon as DJ saw Jared in the doorway he turned to Scout, excitedly.
"Hey, look who's here! Lookit Scout. Lookit who's here. Do you see him, Scoutie? Do you see Jared? Huh, boy? D'you see him?"
It looked to Jensen like Scout shrugged.
"Hi DJ. Hey, Scout, how're doing? How's this good boy? Who's a good boy? Scout's a good boy." Jared sat on the ground where Scout promptly placed his nose in Jared's crotch. "There's a good dog. What a good dog."
Jared scratched Scout's hind end until Scout's rear leg jittered with glee. "What's that, Scout?" Jared asked, looking into Scout's eyes. "What's that you’re saying? It's what?"
Scratch, scratch, kick kick.
"It's hot outside? Oh, I know it is. It's a hot day, isn't it, boy? It's a real hot day, isn't it?"
DJ leaned over to Jensen, "Did Scout actually say something to Jared?"
This time it was Jensen who shrugged.
"What's that? Oh, yes, Scout, I know what you want, good boy. Oh yes, I do. You're hot, aren't you? Isn't that right, Scout? You wish, what? That you could go for a swim? Is that what you want, boy?"
Scratch, scratch, kick, kick, kickkickkickkick.
"He really likes to swim, he really does," DJ blurted. "Remember Jared? Remember when I lost him and you found him in your pool? These black poodles get really hot in the Florida sun."
"I know. Hey, DJ, it's only 10:45, Jensen doesn't need to be on the air until almost 1:00." Jared reached into his pocket. "Here are the keys to my house. Why don't you drive Scout over there and let him cool off in the pool?"
"Really?" DJ looked at Jared like Jared sprouted angel wings and a halo.
"Sure. Jensen and I were going to be sticking around here, looking at weather data. You might as well make use of the pool. And don't worry, if you run a teeny bit late, I know how to set up for a live broadcast."
"I won't be late! I promise. I've got it all set up and ready. That-this-Jared." DJ fell into Jared's arms.
Funny. Jensen didn't even feel like poking DJ in the eye, much less pummeling him into dust like he did Misha.
"Here, go on. Have fun." He gave DJ the keys, and then cocked his head. "What's that, Scout? You want to go right now? Is that what you want?"
DJ looked at Scout. "Do you, boy?"
"He does," Jared said. "Off you go."
"Thank you, Jared. Just, thank you."
"You're welcome, DJ. Just, you're welcome."
DJ leashed Scout and they both scampered out. DJ's voice sailed in, "I won't be late."
Three, two, one, Jensen dragged Jared inside, slammed and bolted the doors.
"I'm not going away this time." Jensen walked up to Jared. "I'll be here with you instead of in the clouds at the Biglow Canyon wind farm."
"Okaay," Jared drew out, but then was attacked by Jensen's lips with overwhelming enthusiasm.
Jared sucked and licked into Jensen's mouth, holding Jensen's head at just the right angle for…
"Wait a minute." Jared retracted his tongue.
"What now?" Jensen was on the verge of tears. Again. Shit.
"I'm not sure what Biglow Canyon means." Jared looked at Jensen. "What does that mean?"
Jensen took a calming breath. He took Jared's hand. "Our first time, I made myself relax by letting my mind drift away. One of the places I drifted to was the Biglow Canyon wind farms in Oregon. I'm sorry, now, that I did, because that made it so I wasn't fully present when we made love. I came back for the good stuff, though."
"Jensen."
"But today, I'm not leaving. I'm never leaving again when you're making love to me."
"I like the sound of that." Jared's soft voice murmured. "I like the sound of everything about that. But, if drifting to the wind farm made our first time easier on you, I can't be anything but glad."
"You really are almost perfect." Jensen said.
"And I really might be in love with you," Jared pulled him forward. "But I still think we should go upstairs and find out."
They didn't have all day, in fact, they didn't even have all morning, but Jensen took his time leading Jared into his bedroom, carefully moving the myriad of pillows out of the way, and pulling the sheets down. Jared went into the bathroom and retrieved some items that Jensen assumed were lube and rubbers.
The sun was shining on this perfect Monday morning, and Jensen opened the shades welcoming the summer sunlight into his bedroom. He didn't even bother reprimanding himself for his own cheesy clichés.
Jared returned with the supplies and Jensen sat them both down on the edge of the bed. The first thing Jensen took off was Jared's knit cap.
"Why do you wear this?"
Jared winced and turned away. "You'll think I'm nuts."
"I won't. I really won't."
"I wear it because," Jared huffed a breath, but continued. "I wear it because, it lets me hide. Look at me. I'm big and tall and loud and I'm the first person you see when you enter a room. Sometimes, a lot of times, it's too much for me. I'm the center of attention whether I like it or not. Certain expectations are made of me, and they can't all be true. The beanie gives me a shield, and if it's too hot, then my hair falling in my face gives me cover."
He looked uncomfortable. "It sounds crazy, but it works for me."
"I hope when you're with me, you never feel you have to wear it," Jensen said, simply. "But I'll understand and respect it if you do."
Jared scrunched the knit hat into a ball and threw it in the general direction of the bathroom.
Jensen gave a little crooked smile, smoothed Jared's hair away from his face and said, "You're very handsome like this."
"Aww, you're just saying that because you like me."
He leaned in and kissed Jared gently. "It's true. I like you." He slid his fingers under the red and white PMC shirt and helped Jared lift it over his head.
"And you were jealous of Misha," Jared removed his gray athletic tee shirt.
His chest was exposed to the air conditioning in Jensen's bedroom, and when Jensen pushed the remote to turn on the fan, tiny goose bumps mottled Jared's golden skin. Jared, in turn, removed Jensen's button-down and tee shirt, carefully folding them over the back of a chair.
"Admit it," Jared said gently tugging on Saint Medardus to get Jensen closer. "You were jealous."
"Maybe, a little, maybe." Jensen stuttered.
Naked chest, to naked chest, Jensen quickly removed his slacks and briefs, folding them to join his shirts. Jared simply pulled off his jeans and kicked them away.
Jensen was pleased to see that Jared went commando.
"You have nothing to be jealous of." Jared spread his arms wide displaying his nakedness proudly. "I'm all yours."
"Shit, Jared. You." Jensen ran his hand down Jared's chest. "You."
"Yes," Jared said, pulling Jensen close, "me."
They fell into Jensen's bed with a big, fluffy impact. Jared wasted no time sucking the life out of Jensen's mouth, and Jensen reciprocated by getting his hands on every bit of flesh Jared had to offer.
Jared kissed down Jensen's neck. "You," kiss, "are so," kiss, "sexy," kiss, "hot and," kiss, kiss, "so goddamn wonderful."
Jensen rolled on his back, looked up and spread his legs. "I want to see you. I want to watch you fuck me."
Jared caught his breath and lay between Jensen's spread knees and hard cock. He kissed down Jensen's body and mumbled, "Not happening."
Jensen's back bowed into a perfect arc. His supersensitive skin, cooled by the fan, shivering at the touch of Jared's tongue. Wait, what?
"Wait, what?" Jensen shook his head. "Jared, what?"
"You heard right; I'm not going to fuck you." He smiled, knowingly.
"You're going to make love to me, right?"
"Right."
"But you'll make love to me by fucking me, right?" Jensen hoped he wasn't misunderstanding.
"Right," Jared buried his nose in the curly hairs surrounding Jensen's fully erect cock.
"Okay, then," Jensen said. "Don't scare me like that."
"You never have to be scared with me." He firmly grasped Jensen's erection and licked around the head, shaft, pubic hair and balls until all of Jensen's sensitive areas were dripping wet.
Jensen's hands scrabbled at Jared's shoulders, leaving light pink nail marks down his arms. Jared's tongue licked lower and lower until he reached Jensen's most intimate area. All of Jensen's nerve endings fired at once, and his upper body practically jolted off the bed.
"Jay, Jay. I've never, I mean, nobody has ever," Jensen's words turned into a soft moan as Jared's tongue opened him up. "Nobody has ever done this for me." He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the feeling of Jared's tongue invading him, prodding him, devouring him. Jensen grasped his own shaft to slow down the reaction his cock was having to Jared's tongue.
Jared's tongue retreated, and Jensen felt Jared licking up his inner thigh. Right one first and then the left.
"You are gorgeous," Jared whispered. "You're covered with a light sheen of sweat and the sun is making your skin glow." Jared kissed up Jensen's chest to his left nipple. "You look otherworldly, Jensen. No human could be as sublime," he used the flat of his tongue to lave the hard nub of the left nipple, "as transcendent, or as perfect as you."
"You," Jensen gasped, squeezing his eyes shut.
One of Jared's wet fingers pressed into Jensen, while a large, wet hand took over Jensen's cock.
Jensen was over stimulated, and his breathing was erratic. "Jesus, Jared, holy Mother."
Two, then three fingers entered the breach and Jensen knew his eyes were damp when Jared asked over and over, "Are you okay? Is this okay?"
Jensen grabbed hold of Jared's shoulders and said with his eyes wide, "I do love you. No maybe about it."
Jared's body quaked, whether from sensation or emotion, Jensen didn’t know. Jared reared up kissed Jensen's mouth hard before he removed his fingers and rolled on a condom. "I do, too Jensen. I do, too." And on the last "I do, too." Jared pushed into Jensen, and Jensen came.
Jensen read once about this post orgasm phenomenon called "la petite mort." Basically, it's where the sex is so good you pass out after. He thought it was an urban legend until he felt Jared wiping his face and sponging him down murmuring to him softly to wake up; that he had to be on the air in an hour.
"Shit, Jared, I'm sorry," Jensen said, softly. "I didn't mean for that to happen I guess I didn't stay fully present this time either, but, man, that was so much better than the wind farm."
"I'm glad," Jared chuckled, "You certainly seemed to be enjoying it before you fainted."
"I didn't faint. I was rendered unconscious by power of your sexual prowess." Jensen said, brightly. "That makes it okay, right? I mean, if it was your prowess's fault?"
"It's all okay. Everything's okay." Jared cradled Jensen's head in his large hand, and kissed him until Jensen didn't know where he stopped and Jared began.
"Jared, I need to," Jensen stuttered to a stop. Jared was sweating, his hair was damp, hanging in his face and there were sheet marks on his face. He was too gorgeous for words.
"I hope you're not going to take back the 'I love you' because that would break my heart."
"Nope, I meant it. I was going to say I need to shower before DJ gets back and I have to report on the burgeoning, beanie-less skies. I don't know why it feels like I'm being naughty by having sex in my own house with my own, my own, person of choice?"
Jared chuckled. "Have you stopped to think that this guilt you're feeling might have something to do with us having sex on WBB's time? Hmm?" Jared paused. "We are both so naughty!"
"At least I'm not playing video games." Jensen said, lifting himself off the bed. "Well, if we go down, we go down together."
Jared lit up. "Yes! We should try that next, but we ought to wait for the week-end when there's more time."
Jensen smirked and headed for the bathroom. He opened the door and turned to Jared. "Well, are you coming?"
Jared bolted upright, jumped off the bed, grabbed Jensen around the waist and shoved them both into the bathroom. "Yes, and so will you in a minute."
With the hot water beating on his back and Jared on his knees in front of him warming his cock, it was all Jensen could do to keep from singing, "Oh, sweet mystery of life at last I've found you."
Jared finished brushing his teeth as Jensen sat at his weather computer.
"Find anything new, weather-wise?" Jared asked from the bedroom doorway.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
Jensen sighed, "Before you go back to the station, I want to show you something."
"Didn't I just see everything?" Jared wiggled his eyebrows.
"Shut up. Can I show you something or not?" He blushed as he flipped through his weather maps.
Jared pulled up a rolling chair and sat. "Does it have something to do with the storm in the Atlantic?"
"Yes, it does and no, it doesn't."
"Well, that's pretty clear." Jared stared that the maps. "What did you find? Something other than the Category 2 hurricane all the stations are reporting on?"
"I know, Baby's all the rage, and it's a waste of time, because Baby isn't coming anywhere near us. Except that Alaina says that hurricanes are dramatic and people love the drama and excitement hurricanes bring to their drab, dreary days, so she ordered me to keep reporting on the storm."
"She said that?"
"Well, not in so many words, but she did tell me to hype it up even though we are in no danger of experiencing any hurricane winds."
"How do you know we're not? Even the Weather Channel hasn't totally decided on a course."
"I'll show you." Jensen clicked through several charts. "What I'm seeing here is a massive high-pressure system, gaining strength and pushing from the west. See it?"
Jared stared at the screen. "Yes, sort of, but only because you know how to spot it and show me. What does that have to do with Baby?"
"I've run these models hundreds of times and what the majority of the outcomes are, is that Baby will turn slightly north and approach Florida from the Atlantic side, not cross over to the Gulf side where we are. When she gets there, this high pressure," he circled his cursor, "will have ramped up from its run across the overheated southern United States and literally push Baby out to sea. She may rub up against the coast, but she won't make landfall."
"Why won't she make landfall?" Jared bent in low to look at the squiggles on the screen.
Jensen pointed with his cursor. "By the time Baby gets close, probably Wednesday afternoon or evening, the northern crest of this high-pressure dome will be pushing past the east coast of Florida and bumping the hurricane out to sea."
"Well, it is very dramatic, and kind of fun to watch since none of us are in danger." Jared looked at Jensen. "That's a good thing, right? Why are you looking like that's not a good thing?"
"No, it is, it is, it's just that," Jensen bit his bottom lip. "I've been worried about these squall lines in front of this strong high-pressure system to the south."
"Which ones?" Jared leaned in again.
Jensen swirled the cursor to Tempico, Mexico, on the Mexican coast, north of Mexico City and south of Monterrey. "There are some heavy-duty wind storms gearing up and moving west with the high-pressure system."
"So, what, like tornadoes, maybe?"
"Maybe," Jensen said. "But more like high velocity thunderstorms with extremely high wind gusts."
"Oh, just thunderstorms? We get them all the time, here. You know that."
"But these are different. The unusually warm water and air temperatures in front of this high-pressure system are pumping a lot of energy into these storms. Once the high-pressure front crosses the Gulf, towards us, the warm water temps will add fuel to the storm systems in front of it. These storms will be forming and forming and coming in waves. The closer they get, the stronger the gusts. The winds that go with these storms aren't the rotary type like hurricanes or tornadoes, they're thunderstorm-producing straight lines winds, and, Jay, these squall lines and storm waves are heading right for us."
"But Jensen, they're only windy summer thunderstorms."
"No, they're not. Remember I told you that there were storm systems as powerful as Cat 1 and 2 hurricanes or as dangerous as F2 tornadoes? Well, I think this might be them."
"Can they be dangerous?"
"Yeah. They can be very dangerous."
"Is it called something? What is it called?"
"When you guys said you were checking "weather data," DJ made quoty fingers, "I thought it was a ruse to get me out of the house so you could have sex." DJ laughed and shook his wet head. As if on cue, Scout shook his damp fur and scraped up against Jensen's chair.
"Hang on, boy, I need to look good for the camera." Jensen stood and turned to Jared. "Derecho."
"Fix your makeup, Jensen, you're looking a little flushed. You smell good, though. You're on in ten," DJ said.
"I'm not wearing make-up."
"Thanks again, Jared. Your pool is the greatest. I had to fish Scout out of the deep end five times, because he didn't want to come out, and it almost made me late."
"You didn't need to worry," Jared said looking at Jensen's maps. "I really do know how to set up a broadcast, but we're glad you're back."
DJ pushed Jensen out the bedroom door. "Now you're on in seven," he laughed.
From the hallway Jensen raised his voice, " Look it up, Jared. Derecho. Derecho."
"Gesundheit, gesundheit," said DJ.
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On to Part Four
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Title: Marconi Plays the Mamba
Author: tcs1121
Artist: 2blueshoes
Pairing and Characters: Jensen/Jared, Felicia Day, Alaina Huffman, DJ Qualls, Chad Michael Murry, Misha Collins, Osric Chau, Katie Cassady, Genevieve Cortese,
Cameos and mentions: Jim Beaver, Sandy McCoy, Mark Pellegrino, Mark Sheppard, Richard Speight, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Brock Kelley, Alona Tal, Rob Benedict, Bryan Norcross, Jim Cantore
Rating: NC-17
Genre: J2 AU, romantic comedy, some hurt/comfort
Word Count: ~34,500
Warnings: No Warnings outside of the sexual activities associated with the rating.
Disclaimer: Untrue story. Character names are being used without permission. No money changes hands.
~~*~~*~~Special Thanks to~~*~~*~~
My longtime friend and beta kee Who is so very special.
To my artist 2blueshoes who captured the essence of Jensen's smiles :-)
The art master post is HERE Please take a look and send your love. <3
To wendy Tireless moderator for the SPN J2 Big Bang year after year after year. Thank you, wendy!
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A/N 1: If you don't understand Chad, it's because he speaks in Jimmy Buffett lyrics
A/N 2: All restaurants named are real. I didn't make up any of them.
Summary:
Jensen is a local Florida weatherman who is known for his handsome face and winning smiles. Although he gave up the dream of becoming a real meteorologist, he is extremely passionate about the weather. And, eventually, Jared.
Jared is a brilliant computer programmer whose company, PMC (Padalecki, Morgan, Collins) gets contracted by Jensen's TV studio to revamp their software. Jared speaks fluent Mexican Restaurant Menu Spanish and has strong affection for weather. And, eventually, Jensen.
It's all fun and games until deadly weather threatens their town. Then, it's up to them to save Coconut Bay.
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Back to Part Two
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"That's the Wednesday Late Night Weather Wrap Up. We should get together tomorrow and spread out in the Coconut Bay sun because it will be JAPSTAD." He aimed his number Eight at the camera and said, "Just Another Perfect Sunny Thursday Day. Stay safe and always check that you have an emergency transistor radio with up-to-date batteries." Jensen shot the camera lens with his index finger gun and clicked his tongue.
Three fingers, two fingers, one finger, "And that's a wrap for the Wednesday Late Night Weather Wrap Up. So, Jensen, I traded with Felicia so Scout and I could be here first thing in the morning. Scout loves a morning sunrise and I thought he'd like to run amongst your Gumbo Limbo trees."
DJ pulled his headset off and checked something off on his clipboard before unplugging the sound board. "I hope that's okay."
"Don't come too early." Jensen was trying to hide his excitement. Jared was waiting for him in the Upstairs Weather Lair bedroom. Apparently, nothing turned Jensen on more than imagining Jared scanning the North American Mesoscale Forecast System.
DJ laughed. "You know I won't. Scout likes to sleep late, but don't worry, we'll make it in time for your morning broadcast."
"No doubt."
"I really appreciate all the faith you have in me. So," He finished wrapping the cables and powering down. "see you in the morning."
"Yes," Jensen dragged DJ to the door by his shirt tail. "Tomorrow. Sleep tight and let Scout get all the beauty rest he needs."
"You're so considerate about Scout's needs, too." Jensen nudged DJ out the front door with his shoulder. DJ turned with a wistful expression, "I really wish you had a dog. We could have great play dates."
"I know. Maybe someday. Bye." He shut the door gently but firmly behind DJ and locked the deadbolt. And the chain bolt. And turned the lock on the knob.
Jensen ducked into his downstairs bathroom and quick-brushed his teeth, untucked his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair for that care-free, windblown look. It was a good look for him.
He bounded up the stairs and headed for the weather bedroom. That's when he saw that the door to his master was open and the lights were on. He slowed his steps and heard soft music playing. Creedence Clearwater Revival's Who'll Stop the Rain abruptly ended and then Garth Brooks sang The Thunder Rolls, followed a few seconds later by Lena Horn's sultry voice crooning Stormy Weather.
Jensen stepping into the room caused a startled Jared to guiltily straighten up.
"I, um, I just," Jared stammered.
"You made a mixtape with weather songs for me, didn't you?" Jensen put his hands on his hips. "Didn't you?"
"Maybe, yes?" Jared tried to hide his iPhone behind his back, muffling The Fortunes singing, Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again.
"What other songs are on there?" Jensen took a step in Jared's direction, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding off his tie as he went.
Jared's jaw dropped when Jensen stripped off his belt and began stepping out of his slacks.
"Um…Neil Sedaka's Laughter in the Rain, and They Call the Wind Mariah, from the Original Soundtrack of Paint Your Wagon," Jared faced Jensen, forgetting his iPhone as Jensen started kissing up and down his neck and shoulders. "A Rainy Night in Georgia." Jared shivered as Jensen slid his hand down Jared's back and lifted his shirt up over his head.
"Brook Benton or George Benson?" Jensen demanded as he unbuttoned Jared's fly.
"B..Benton. Brook Benton." Jared moaned into Jensen's hair.
"Good choice. Anything else?" Jensen's hands traveled up. He lifted Jared's beanie off and kissed behind his ear.
"Here Comes the Rain Again, by the Eurythmics, and it wouldn't be fair not to put in Jimmy Buffett's, Tryin' to Reason with Hurricane Season."
Jensen pulled back. "I don't know that one."
"It's on his "Buffett Hotel" album." Jared pulled Jensen to him looking him square in the eyes. "Sorry, but I hadn't gotten around to getting The Weathergirls It's Raining Men yet."
"Hallelujah!" Jensen dove in, pushing Jared down on the bed and fumbling with his zipper.
"Wait! Wait!"
"What now? I'm not drunk, I promise!"
"I have a confession to make." At Jensen's narrowed eyes, Jared quickly continued, "I saw you do the weather when I said I only saw Brock. I only watched you do the weather twice or maybe five times, but no more. I didn't fall for you because of your pretty face, and I want you to know that."
"You didn't? I mean you did? Watch me and didn't like my face?"
"No, no, I love your face but not only your face. Please keep kissing me."
"Okay, then," kiss, "stop," kiss, "fucking," kiss, kiss, "confessing."
Jensen made short work of Jared's pants, and even though he had some trouble untangling the socks from the hem of the jeans, all in all, he finally ended with a very naked, very aroused computer programmer spread before him.
And he was glorious.
"Wow." Jensen whispered. He went on auto pilot as he removed the rest of his own clothing, staring wide-eyed at Jared laid out on his bed.
"Wow," Jensen gasped, again. "You are-I want-You are so," Jensen dove into his pillow-laden mattress and scooted up in between Jared's spread thighs. "I can't even-you are too, too,"
"So are you, Jensen." Jared appeared to be having some difficulty forming words as his mouth kept opening and closing. "You have no idea. Jesus."
Jensen laughed, "I'm usually better at coming up with words and stuff. I mean, I talk in front of a camera for a living. I guess I'm out of one-on-one practice, but, holy cow, Jared, have you seen you? Christ." Jensen leaned in, kissing Jared from his chest to his chin. Jensen hoped he wasn't out of practice on the sex and stuff.
"You're not out of practice."
Jensen must have said that last part out loud.
"Hey, what's this?" Jared tugged at a silver chain Jensen wore around his neck, and then kissed under the chain.
"It's, uh, he's, uh," Jensen arched his neck. "Saint Medardus."
"Saint Medardus?" Jared stopped and looked.
Jensen pulled Jared's face back to his neck where it was. "Patron saint of weather and weathermen."
"Saint Medardus?" Jared mumbled into Jensen's neck.
"I'm a lapsed Catholic, my mother is not. She gave this to me after I discovered The Weather Channel and watched it for forty-eight hours straight. Now, can we get back to the matter at hand?"
"Aye aye, sir." Jared dove in again.
Jensen kissed Jared's open mouth, giving his tongue permission to move about on its own accord. Jared moaned in a way that made Jensen quiver from head to toe. Jensen reeled in his tongue only to taste the beads of sweat dripping down Jared's neck to his chest.
"You're doing great. You're doing perfect. You are perfect." Jared stretched his body out, giving Jensen access to any part of it he wanted. "Keep going. Do anything you want."
Which was fine with Jensen, since he wanted it all, he wanted it all, and he wanted it now.
He tasted, and sucked, and licked, and touched and kissed and worked up and down Jared's body. From the shiny hair on his beanie-less head to the muscles of his long, long legs. And then, as he immersed himself in the soft hairs around Jared's navel, Jared's fully erect cock could not, would not be ignored. He looked up into Jared's eyes. Jared nodded and closed them.
Jensen grasped Jared's shaft, wetted his lips and suckled the head of Jared's cock, grasping his own erection to slow down his excitement. Jared moaned and pumped his hips impatiently.
Jensen took the hint and opened wide. He took Jared in as deeply as he could, making messy puddles of saliva on Jared's belly. Jensen opened his throat, relaxed his jaw and sucked in a breath through his nose as he gently bobbed up and down on Jared's cock.
Jared's head thrashed from side to side making him look like a porn star acting for the cameras. That thought turned Jensen on more than it should have. Tears ran from his eyes and he swallowed as best he could with his mouth stuffed full of Jared's amazing manhood.
Amazing manhood?
Suddenly Jared pushed Jensen back, "Stop, stop, stop."
Jensen screeched to a halt. "What's wrong, now?" His voice was rubbed raw from the pressure of Jared's erection on his vocal cords. It sounded sexy even to him.
Jared glared. "You know nothing's wrong. That was the best blow job ever and it was all I could do to get you to stop. Come here."
Jensen was pretty sure he wasn't being reprimanded. He was absolutely sure when Jared descended upon him, all teeth, tongue and lips.
"Holy shit, Jensen. Have you seen you?" Jared kissed like it was his last night on earth. Tongue testing, tangling and delving into the softness of Jensen's mouth without coming up for air. In the background of Jensen's mind, he heard Nearer, My God, to Thee playing, because Jared was positively killing him.
Jared latched on Jensen's left nipple then his right. Jared fisting Jensen's dick, carefully at first, then with increased speed and friction. Jared stopped long enough to wet his fingers by sucking on them and went back to driving Jensen's dick crazy, nuzzling the soft hairs of his treasure trail.
"Do you have lube," Jared mumbled, "because I brought some if you don't have any."
"Yes. Yes, I have lube, but I don't want you to stop."
"Where is it," Jared rasped.
"Top dresser drawer." Jensen pointed to his dresser on the far side of the room. "And in the bathroom cabinet." Jensen moaned at Jared's well-placed finger giving just the right pressure under the head of his cock. "And the hall closet." Jensen gestured out the bedroom door. "Also, the middle drawer in the desk in the second bedroom." He gestured with his head toward the hallway as he flailed back and forth at what Jared was doing with his mouth. "Downstairs," he wheezed, "in the guest bathroom." Jensen pointed toward the floor with his eyes squeezed shut.
"I get it, I get it, lots of lube, none right here. I guess I'll have to improvise." Jared slid his hand between Jensen's legs and softly stroked his balls. And then, not so softly.
Jensen's not sure but he may have started to cry, because Jared expertly sucked Jensen' cock into his mouth and swallowed him down.
"Holy shit, Jared, holy shit." Jensen was strung as tight as a bowstring. Jared hummed and Jensen could feel him smiling around his erection.
And then the world went white as he came without warning, hard and fast into Jared's mouth. He couldn't believe how rude he was for not warning him, because he was as shocked by the intensity of it as Jared must have been.
To Jensen's surprise, Jared continued licking and swallowing until Jensen was used up.
"Sorry, Jay," Jensen panted. "Sorry, sorry."
"Oh, quiet. In case you didn't realize, that was the whole point of this endeavor." Jared's voice was rough, sexy and cheerful. "Making you come as hard and as long and as many times as possible."
Jensen's dick gave a brave twitch as it tried valiantly to get hard again. It tried even harder when Jared's wet fingers-he must have taken out his own lube-slid between Jensen's ass cheeks and centered on his tightly furled hole.
Jensen hummed softly and spread his legs. Taking that as the invitation it was, Jared poured another dollop on his fingers and rubbed harder, breaching the tight ring of muscle ever so gently.
"Have you ever done this all the way?" Jared asked, pressing a little harder but retreating.
"Yeah, but not for a long time and I'm the one, I mean, I usually, mmmm." Jensen's explanation of how he usually tops got lost in the sensation of Jared pressing his index finger in slowly and crooking it a little.
"Is this okay?" Jared asked.
"Yes. Very okay," Jensen hummed. "I'm all yours tonight in any way you want me."
Jared kissed down his shoulders, back, and the cleft of his ass. "You have no idea how badly I want you." Jared was still hard, and his moist, hard cock left little trails of pre-come on Jensen's skin. "No idea." He kissed up his neck and then into his mouth.
Actually, Jensen had a pretty good idea.
Jensen pushed back into Jared's finger prompting Jared to use one, then two more fingers. He was slow, careful, methodical, and considerate.
"You're so smart, and gorgeous, and passionate." Jared muttered as he pumped his fingers deep into Jensen. "You're driven, committed, drop dead sexy, and, right now, you're all mine."
It briefly occurred to Jensen that maybe he should be concerned by what Jared was saying, but to his surprise, he was pleased, flattered, and had no reason to disagree with anything he said.
"Back at'cha," Jensen groaned as Jared found a particularly happy spot inside Jensen. "Oh, yes, I'm ready." He lifted his head and looked at Jared head on. "I am ready. Hit me with your best shot, Jared."
"Yeah?"
Jensen pointed to his master bathroom. "Condoms are next to the lube."
Jared jumped out of the bed, spilling four or five pillows onto the floor as he sped to the bathroom.
Jared was visibly shaking as he returned and hopped on the mattress. "Here, let me," Jensen said reaching for the condom.
Jared blushed from head to chest and handed him the packet. Jensen opened it with his teeth and slowly, carefully, methodically and considerately rolled the condom down Jared's entire length. He found the lube and added some to the already pre-lubricated latex sheath. He added some to his entrance and spread his legs. Jared crawled up and placed Jensen's legs over his shoulders.
"I'll go slow. I want you this way so I can see you. I know it's been a while for you, so if you need me to stop so you can turn over, I will. But, God, Jensen, look at you. You look amazing like this. I can't believe how lucky I am."
For the second time tonight, Jensen thought he might cry. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn't have much time to ponder that question as Jared nudged the blunt head of his hard cock up to Jensen's stretched and ready hole.
"I'll go slow. Relax. Think happy thoughts."
Jensen closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He let his mind wander to a tropical rain forest, where the hushing sound of rain on the leaves was all around. He let out a breath as Jared breached his outer ring of muscle. There was a sting, but no real pain. He opened his mind and pictured the dew drops on the farm fields he visited in high school. It was stunning with the morning sunrise creating hundreds of thousands of miniature prisms with little rainbows of color on the ground.
Jared had moved up an inch and all Jensen felt was a slight, burning pressure.
"You're doing so good, Jen. You are so awesome and sexy like this." Jared sounded like he was holding his breath. "God, you're hot. Hot to look at, hot to touch."
It was probably taking a toll on Jared, going so slow. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" More wetness making his hole slick and slippery.
Jensen shook his head and let out a breath. Huge wind turbines, on the Biglow Canyon wind farm when he visited Oregon. Wind power from almost unceasing winds, whipping down the fields. And, in the sky, low stratus clouds hung, looking like fog hugging the horizon. Higher up, scattered gray patches of altocumulus clouds, resembling herds of sheep marching across the blueness, not to be confused with the curly cirrus clouds climbing higher and higher in the atmosphere where low temperatures and low water vaper exists. Finally, the mighty cumulonimbus clouds rising high into towers forming the anvil shaped thunderheads.
Jared was fully seated. Jensen could feel his tension, caused from holding back.
Jensen opened his eyes. Jared's eyes were flashing like lightning. Jensen nodded, "Fire away."
Jared breathed out in relief and slowly at first, but better, stronger, and faster, Jared pumped into Jensen with a look of pure dimpled bliss.
Jensen grappled for the headboard, and once he had a grip, he pushed back into Jared, thrust for thrust. Jared tried a few angles until he found the sweet spot that punched all the air out of Jensen's lungs.
"Fuck, Jared, fuck. So good, fuck." Jensen chanted in time with Jared's thrusts.
"Jensen, I can't hold off. I can't. Shit." Now it looked like it was Jared's turn to cry.
"Go. Go for it, Jay."
To Jensen's surprise, Jared reached down and pumped Jensen to full hardness and matched his strokes to the thrusts of Jared's hips. Jensen never believed the porn he read about both partners coming at the same time. However, while Jared definitely came first, Jensen was close behind.
Jared tried not to fall directly on top of Jensen, but he did land on him sideways.
"You okay, Jen? You okay?" He pulled out slowly.
"I'm fine. I'm great. I'm better than great." Jensen stretched carefully and found he was pretty okay.
"You are. You are better than great." Jared nuzzled his neck and chin and kissed the line of his silver chain. "Thank you for this. What we did just now. Thank you." Each 'thank you' was punctuated with a kiss.
"Jared, you were awesome. You are the best, and not only the sex. Which was awesome." Jensen was rambling.
"No, you," Jared countered.
"No, you."
Jared removed the condom, tied it off and tossed it in the direction of the bathroom. "Hold on," he told Jensen.
Like the gentleman he was, Jared came out of the bathroom with a warm wash cloth and wiped Jensen down. Then he threw the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom.
"I want a shower, but I really want you to come back and go to sleep with me. Is that okay? Am I sounding too needy?" Jensen said, sounding needy.
"Not at all. You make me feel wanted."
"And wanted you are." Jensen yawned. "Now get back in here."
"I told you I love it when you're bossy." He smirked and crawled back in the bed.
Jensen used his remote to turn on the ceiling fan. That made it so they were cool enough to pull up the sheet and lightweight cotton blanket around them.
"This is nice," Jared closed his eyes.
"You're nice." Jensen said.
"No, you," Jared said sleepily, and took Jensen's hand.
"No, you," Jensen said slipping off into the night, dreaming of rare red lightning sprites and bright cirrostratus sundogs.
"Say some more." Jared stroked Jensen's ear with the tip of his finger.
"You want more?" Jensen breathed.
"Uh huh."
"Okay, how about-Beaufort Wind Scale."
Jared kissed a trail behind Jensen's ear.
Jensen trembled, "Corrected Density Altitude." Jared licked a line to his neck.
" Laser…Laser Doppler…anemometer," Jensen gasped as Jared reached behind Jensen and stroked his still-tender hole.
Jared stilled his fingers. "Are you okay?"
"So okay." He snuggled down into the pillows, lay his head on Jared's chest and closed his eyes. "Now it's your turn."
"My turn, eh?" Jared's voice was low and warm.
"Um hum," Jensen nodded, sleepily.
"Okay."
He gathered Jensen in his arms and whispered in his ear, "Quesadilla con carne."
Jensen licked his lips and moaned softly.
Jared kissed Jensen's temple. "Pico de gallo,"
With a flourish on the rolled r, he said, "Queso fresco."
Jensen bundled himself into Jared's arms with a hunger so great it made him want to cry.
Or order take-out.
"On this beautiful, beautiful Thursday afternoon, with hazel blue skies, hazel green waters and the hazel gray clouds high in the stratosphere, some days there's Just Not Enough Perfect Ways to Describe it. Stay safe, Coconut Bay and remember to live well, laugh often, love much and patronize our local establishments because when you buy local you support a dream."
Jensen's Number Ten made an appearance because his Number Ten, where his eyes crinkled and the tip of his tongue showed, was derived from his genuinely happy smile, and today he was genuinely happy.
"And that's a wrap." Felicia keyed into her iPad, looked up. "You know, Jensen, not everybody could make a regular day sound so happy." She smirked. "Or so hazel."
He shrugged, playing it off. "It's a great description-al word. You want coffee? I want coffee." He broke into a run to his kitchen and carefully sat down by his coffee maker.
Felicia tip-toed into the kitchen and pulled up one of the breakfast bar stools. "So, is it going to be a hazel day tomorrow, too?" she asked as she sat. "Or maybe Just Another Perfect Beanie-less Night Tonight?"
"Oh, what do you know about beanie-less nights, Red?" Jensen opted for the Keurig rather than the French Press since the Keurig took less than a minute once it was heated up and his French Press took almost ten minutes because he liked to steep it twice.
"Hey, sorry, the door was unlocked so I thought it might be okay to come in." Jared took the beanie off his head and held it in his fisted hands in front of his chest.
Jensen jumped and grabbed the headwear. "Put that back on! "
"Huh? What?"
"Too late, Jensen. I already saw him take it off."
"Don't you need to go home now?" Jensen asked Felicia as he sloppily forced the cap back onto Jared's head.
"Nope. DJ and I switched so he could bring Scout again tomorrow morning. So, you guys are stuck with me here all evening long."
Jared turned to Felicia and asked kindly, "Felicia, would it be okay with you if I took Jensen out for a drink and some light fare at Tequila Mockingbird's tonight? I promise to have him home and sober by 9:15." He turned his dewy eyes to her.
"Don't make me come looking for you if you're not back by 9:30."
Jared held up his hand. "I promise."
"Hey," Jensen stepped between them. "You might try asking me if I even want to go out with you."
Jared turned to Jensen and asked kindly, "Jensen, would you like to go out with me for a drink and some light fare at Tequila Mockingbird's…?"
"Shut up, let's go." He took Jared by the elbow and hustled him out the front door. After slamming said door behind him, he crowded Jared up against it, attacking Jared's mouth with his tongue.
Jared rattled the door, turning the tables on Jensen, by turning Jensen. He got Jensen's back up against the door and fairly consumed Jensen's tongue as well as sucking all the air out of his lungs.
Jared was truly gifted at osculation.
"I'm not hungry," Jensen panted.
"Neither am I. Is there a back door to your house?"
Jensen felt strange sneaking into his own home, but it was easier than firing Felicia. Jensen reached into a blooming Oleander bush where he had hidden a spare key in an old film canaster. He unlocked the door and put it back under the blossoms. They both took off their shoes and crept inside.
He felt very naughty, especially the way Jared squeezed his ass as they snuck up the stairs.
"Think we got away with it?" Jared whispered.
Jensen put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. "We'll leave the lights off and just fool around because we have to be very, very quiet."
"Quiet?" Jared squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head vigorously. "I don't think I can do it, Jensen. I don't think I can."
Jensen got in Jared's face. "Man up! You've got to buck up and do me, mister. No noise! And if you're good, I'll return the favor."
"So bossy," Jared said as he tackled Jensen to the bed. As quietly as he could, Jared proceeded to successfully follow orders. Twice.
And he still got Jensen home by 9:23.
"This is the time of year when the days grow longer and longer and even longer. The humidity gets so thick that your eyes water and it's hard to breathe. Your skin perspires as the summer sun heats your body up, causing beads of salty sweat to drip from your hairline. All the while bulbous white clouds are waiting to burst into sunshine. Remember, Coconut Bay, to make the good times rock and roll 'til the very last drop and don't forget to enjoy the view! Also, always carry a paper fold-up map in your glove compartment because you never know if you get lost whether there will be a signal for your phone's GPS.
"Have a great weekend, see you on JAPMOM-Just Another Perfect MOnday Morning" Jensen went back to his tried and true Number Four before the three, two, one…
"And that's a wrap, Jensen." DJ made a check mark on his clip board, not looking up. "That was quite a weather wrap up." He coughed into his hand. "Good advice about the map."
"Thanks." His cell phone chimed. He smirked as he picked it up expecting it to be a message from Jared. Jensen's face fell, his skin drained of color and his hands began to shake.
"What's wrong, Jense?" DJ said, alarmed. "What is it?"
"It's Ms. Huffman." He turned his phone so DJ could see. "She wants to see me first thing Monday morning."
DJ put on a brave face. "It's probably nothing. I mean, of course it's nothing, how can it be anything? You're our Just About Perfect Weatherman, but to be safe, practice your Number Two. I know she likes that one."
There was a crash from the kitchen and the happy yelping of a miniature poodle. DJ ran out the door while Jensen worked on getting his dimples to show.
Jensen moved the curser over the map, writing down wind velocities, air and water temperatures and studying various statistics. He was at his Upstairs Weather Central on Saturday afternoon with his phone on speaker. "How long before your program is up and running at the station, Jay?"
"We are smokin', Jensen. Even though it doesn't work yet, the program feels ready, like it's waiting for that right executable. We couldn't find anything wrong in the test data so we're close to launch count down. Of course, I still have to hash out a few small fixes and add some applets because right now, this can't do that, and the start-up module might need some tweaking, but as far as we can tell there is no virus in the application software or interface format."
"You're beginning to zone out, aren't you?"
'Yeah, maybe."
"I'll leave you to it, then. When you come up for air, give me a call. I mean, if you want to." Jensen was going for the hail fellow well met tone of voice but was afraid he just sounded pathetic.
Jared's voice came back softly, "Of course, I want to call you. I want you to experience my bulbous hazel clouds shooting sunshine."
"Shut up."
"Never. Gotta go, got a date with a ghost in the machine. Love you, bye." *click*
Love you, bye.
Love you, bye?
Jensen dropped his mouse. What the hazel hell does that mean, love you, bye?
Does that mean that Jared loves him? That's what 'love you, bye,' means, doesn't it? Does he love me? Do I love him?
Well, do ya, punk?
Jensen whispered, "Love you, too." He tried again. "(ahem) Love you, too!" And then, "Love you, too."
He was surprised to find that it got easier and easier to say. "Love you, too, Jay." "Love you, Jared." "I love you, Jared, bye."
He was determined to try it out sometime. Maybe.
Sort of.
He didn't know.
He shook his head and returned to his numbers. Hurricane Baby had altered course and built up a little steam, but she was still not destined to hit their little swatch of southern Florida. He ran a series of simulations with the new figures and no matter how he ran them he could only get one or two pale spaghetti strands to come close to Coconut Bay.
This was good news. Actually, this was no news, because according to Jensen's data, Baby was going to be a bust of a storm. Even though she was churning the waters in the Atlantic pretty good right now, if she made landfall at all, whether in the Bahamas, Cuba, or Florida, she wouldn't stay long before blowing out to sea and dying a quick and peaceful death. Truthfully, Jensen didn't think she would see land at all. The most drama would be her veering away from the massive high-pressure system currently cutting across the Western Hemisphere west to east.
That would be kind of fun to watch. He smiled to himself, which reminded him…
He pulled a lighted mirror from his desk drawer and turned it on. Jensen gave the mirror his easy Number Three, cocked his head to the right and turned it into his Number Six. Remembering his meeting with Alaina on Monday, he did some deep breathing, some heavy jaw exercises, licked his lips and shot a dazzling Number Two into the glass.
And dear God, it was beautiful.
"Good Monday morning, Ms. Huffman. You're looking lovely this morning." Jensen didn't wait and immediately unloaded his Number Two on her.
"Jensen, sit." Huffman pointed to the chair using her ever-present Sharpie.
Jensen thought he felt his face crack as he held his dimples in place. "You wanted to see me, Ma'am?"
'Hurricane, Jensen."
"Pardon me?"
Alaina tossed Jensen a copy of Sunday's Nassau Guardian.
"Hurricane, Jensen." She Sharpied the headline for emphasis. It read:
Hurricane Baby. Heading This Way?
The National Weather Service has reported that Category 1 hurricane, Baby, the second named storm of the season, now has newly recorded sustained winds of 90 miles per hour, and gusts up to 110 miles per hour. The course of this storm has changed trajectory and is now on a west north westerly path in the Atlantic. The storm is too far out to predict landfall with any certainty. Hurricane watches are being issued for the Turks and Caicos Islands, Nassau and the Bahamas and as far north as Southern Florida. Baby is expected to strengthen to a Category 2 by tomorrow afternoon.
"See?" Alaina poked the page. "Hurricane."
"I've been tracking Hurricane Baby, Ms. Huffman, and I can say with near certainty that Baby will not affect us."
"How do you know?" She drew a big, black question mark on the newspaper.
"Because I have plotted out several dozen scenarios for this hurricane, and what will most likely happen is that Baby will veer northward, gain strength and speed to make it a Cat 2 or 3, skirt the Keys, bounce off of Miami and head towards Bermuda where it will quickly deteriorate into a tropical storm."
"You're sure?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Pretty sure." He tried his Number Two on her again but it came across more like his Number Eight. "I'm really almost sure."
She snorted un-daintily. "I'm not. It's news. Report it."
"But Ms. Huffman, I don’t want to upset the viewers by making them think they'll be hit by a hurricane."
"News, Jensen. Weather is news." She stabbed the Nassau Guardian leaving long, black streaks across the page. "Report it."
"I won't lie." His Number Two/Eight turned to stone. "I won't. I'll report it, but I'll report it accurately."
She snorted again, this time through her nose, which was kind of gross even though she was a beautiful woman in her own creepy way.
"Okay. Fair. But add drama."
"I won't lie."
"Hurricanes are dramatic." She stared him down.
"Okay, I'll report the drama of hurricanes but not Baby, unless she becomes a real threat. Which she won't."
"Again, fair." Alaina turned away from Jensen and toward her computer screen, an obvious dismissal.
Jensen stood to leave but her voice stopped him short. "Oh, and Jensen. No more Weather Sexcasting, even though the paper map was a good idea."
"Yes, ma'am. I mean, no, ma'am."
He hurried out and snicked the door shut behind him.
He was dismayed that he had to embellish a storm that was going to miss them by several hundred miles. He was shocked to hear Huffman utter over ten words in a row. He was surprised that his Number Two and/or Eight didn't have the effect he wanted. He was glad that at least two people liked his advice on a paper map for the glove box.
Jensen walked through the studio. Since he was still broadcasting the weather from his house, he took advantage of his time here by swinging by the IT bullpen.
The darkly ominous signs from before had been taken down and new ones were taped up:
~~*~~*~~
All the cattle are standing like statues! All the cattle are standing like statues!
Why do you build me up, buttercup, just to let me down?
I'm a gentleman, gentleman of leisure. Let me take my time, bet you I can please ya
~~*~~*~~
Jensen just shook his head.
He poked his head inside the first cubicle. Chad's ever-present parrot-head cap was askew; he was studying his iPad, singing what sounded like gibberish to himself, and then: "But there's this one particular harbor, so far but yet so near, where I see the days as they fade away and finally disappear."
Chad had a surprisingly pleasant singing voice.
Jensen knocked loudly on the cubicle wall.
Chad looked up and pulled out his ear buds.
Jensen raised his hand in greeting. "Hello, it's Jensen the Weatherman, requesting permission to come aboard."
Chad's face beamed. "Permission granted, matey. What brings ye here? Is it to see our Cap'n Jaybird?"
"Um, yes?"
"Sorry, Weatherman. Jay's in the zone and can't come out and play."
"That's what I was afraid of." Jensen felt his face blush. "I thought I'd come by and check."
"Wait! Wait!" Osric came bounding in. "I have this! I have this." He waved a sealed, white envelope up and down in the air. "This, Chad."
"Let's see it." He tore it open. "Oh, looks like it's for you Jenbird." Chad handed the note to Jensen.
Jenbird?
Chad leaned over his shoulder as Jensen read Jared's handwriting: If Jensen shows up and I'm in the zone, show him in anyway. Tell him I promise not to act weird..
"Jared says he won't act weird," Chad said. "Come on, Osric will take you."
"Thanks, uh, Chadbird."
Chad guffawed as they left the room.
"Jared's a genius, did you know that?" Osric asked.
"I knew he was smart and talented. He's nice to me."
"He's a genius with code, he's a genius with business, he a genius with people and he's nice to everybody," Osric aimed his thumb at his own chest. "Even me." He smiled. "Believe it or not, I had a hard time finding a job even though I'm super smart. Like, super smart. Nobody wanted me but Jared and Misha. They said I could always work for them. They're great. They're in here. See ya!" Osric bounded away.
Jared was a genius and nice to everyone. Befriending, and employing odd, frenetic Osric made Jared even that much more endearing. Jared might almost be perfect. Jensen rolled his eyes to himself.
He looked inside the office door and saw Jared and Misha, forehead to forehead in deep conversation. Jared's eyes were closed and his cap was off. Misha had one hand on the back of Jared's neck and the other stroking up and down his left arm.
At that moment, Jensen realized that he'd never experienced jealousy before. A spike of pure possessiveness shot up his spine, almost bringing him to his knees. Not to mention the overwhelming desire to take a bar stool and smash Misha into a bloody pulp.
Huh.
Maybe he kinda loved Jared after all.
They were obviously sharing a private moment. Jensen really didn't want to intrude so he backed away.
"It doesn't mean anything. Touch helps Jared when he's in the zone. You can go back in. He'll want to see you." Black lace-up biker boots, black fishnet stockings, black mesh gloves, black mini pencil dress with bell sleeves, and the ever-present red PMC logo pin was affixed to the hood sewn onto the back of her dress. Genevieve was adorable.
"How do you know he'll want to see me?"
A mysterious smile ghosted Genevieve's darkened lips before she clomped away.
"Jensen?" Jared's eyes were tired but his dimples showed no sign of fatigue. "Jensen!" And suddenly he was engulfed in a bear hug and held tight.
Jensen read once that an Anaconda kills its prey by squeezing them a little tighter every time the prey exhaled so when they went to breathe in again, they took in less and less oxygen until they suffocated. It was only when little black dots danced in front of Jensen's eyes that he tapped Jared to let him go.
"Is everything all right?" Jensen gasped.
"Getting there. I mean, mostly. I mean, yes. I mean, I'm glad to see you."
"I'm glad to see you, too." Jensen breathed in two deep breaths, in case Jared went for him again. "So, is your software rockin'?"
"There's still a glitch or two, but Misha knows how to fix them. He'll get it to work. He's really talented, and a great programmer." Jared sighed deeply. "He's a good friend when times get tough. Thank God for him."
Jensen felt that jealous streak zip through him again.
What the fuck?
"I might love you." Jensen clapped a hand over his mouth.
Jared paused and tilted an ear. His eyes glinted mischievously. "Say what?"
"Nothing. I just wanted-I came by to see how you were. I mean, since I had to be here and see Ms. Huffman and all. You want lunch? We should go get lunch. How 'bout we go to Thai Tanic for, you know Thai food?"
"You might what? Love me? Is that what you said?"
"No."
"Are you sure," Jared invaded every inch of Jensen's personal space, "because it sounded like that's what you said."
"I don't know. Maybe." Jensen shook his head. "I don't know."
Misha popped his head out of the office. He reached for Jared's hand saying, "Jay, darling, I have something for you to see."
"Yes! Yes, that's what I said. Yes."
Jared smiled, and with his eyes on Jensen said, "Mish, I'll see what you have later. I'm taking a lunch break with Jensen."
"Do you think now's the time?" Misha keyed into his iPad. "We're on the brink of a break-through."
"Yes." Jared stared at Misha in silent communication. "I do."
"I understand. As you wish." Misha's head popped back in.
"Shall we go?" Jared held his arm out for Jensen to take.
"I don't know." Jensen took in another breath. "I don't know. Now, I'm acting weird. Why am I acting weird? Aren't you going to ask me why I'm acting weird?"
Jared shook his head no. "I don't care if you're acting weird. I want lunch with you."
"It's not lunch time, and I doubt that Thai Tanic is open at 10:25 in the morning."
"It's not." Jared nudged his arm at Jensen.
Jensen waited until Jared nudged again before taking it. "I suppose we could go to Lox Stock and Bagel for a late breakfast."
"No, I want Thai for lunch."
"Then what do you want to do until the restaurant opens?" Jensen was confused.
"What do I want to do right now?" Jared asked.
'Well, yeah."
"I want to see if it's true, that you might love me."
"What?"
"I want to find out if you might, indeed, love me." Jared spoke slowly, as if Jensen needed slow to understand. Apparently, he did.
"You do?" Jensen's heartbeat revved up several notches and those black spots were threatening to make a come-back.
"Yes, I do, because I might love you, too."
"You think you might?" Jensen asked again.
Jared put his beanie back on. "I think I might. Let's go see."
Jensen smiled wide and Number-less. "Alrighty, then."
Light applause emitted from Genevieve and Katy. Katy, who was tapping her iPad and snapping her gum, applauded by slapping one hand against her left thigh. Genevieve's mesh gloves muted her clapping.
"Why are they clapping? Jensen snuggled a little closer as they walked out arm-in-arm.
"They're clapping because they're happy for us."
"I guess they've never been to Lox Stock and Bagel, or Thai Tanic's."
"That's not why they're happy for us."
Jensen patted Jared's arm. "I know."
Jensen opened his front door with Jared at his heels. The house appeared empty, but from the back yard, there were the playful sounds of DJ and Scout romping amongst the Gumbo Limbo trees.
"Here, Scout, fetch!" Pause. "Good boy." Pause. "Here, Scout, fetch!" Pause. "Good boy."
"Let me handle DJ," Jared said.
"Here, Scout, fetch!"
Jensen followed Jared out into the back yard. As soon as DJ saw Jared in the doorway he turned to Scout, excitedly.
"Hey, look who's here! Lookit Scout. Lookit who's here. Do you see him, Scoutie? Do you see Jared? Huh, boy? D'you see him?"
It looked to Jensen like Scout shrugged.
"Hi DJ. Hey, Scout, how're doing? How's this good boy? Who's a good boy? Scout's a good boy." Jared sat on the ground where Scout promptly placed his nose in Jared's crotch. "There's a good dog. What a good dog."
Jared scratched Scout's hind end until Scout's rear leg jittered with glee. "What's that, Scout?" Jared asked, looking into Scout's eyes. "What's that you’re saying? It's what?"
Scratch, scratch, kick kick.
"It's hot outside? Oh, I know it is. It's a hot day, isn't it, boy? It's a real hot day, isn't it?"
DJ leaned over to Jensen, "Did Scout actually say something to Jared?"
This time it was Jensen who shrugged.
"What's that? Oh, yes, Scout, I know what you want, good boy. Oh yes, I do. You're hot, aren't you? Isn't that right, Scout? You wish, what? That you could go for a swim? Is that what you want, boy?"
Scratch, scratch, kick, kick, kickkickkickkick.
"He really likes to swim, he really does," DJ blurted. "Remember Jared? Remember when I lost him and you found him in your pool? These black poodles get really hot in the Florida sun."
"I know. Hey, DJ, it's only 10:45, Jensen doesn't need to be on the air until almost 1:00." Jared reached into his pocket. "Here are the keys to my house. Why don't you drive Scout over there and let him cool off in the pool?"
"Really?" DJ looked at Jared like Jared sprouted angel wings and a halo.
"Sure. Jensen and I were going to be sticking around here, looking at weather data. You might as well make use of the pool. And don't worry, if you run a teeny bit late, I know how to set up for a live broadcast."
"I won't be late! I promise. I've got it all set up and ready. That-this-Jared." DJ fell into Jared's arms.
Funny. Jensen didn't even feel like poking DJ in the eye, much less pummeling him into dust like he did Misha.
"Here, go on. Have fun." He gave DJ the keys, and then cocked his head. "What's that, Scout? You want to go right now? Is that what you want?"
DJ looked at Scout. "Do you, boy?"
"He does," Jared said. "Off you go."
"Thank you, Jared. Just, thank you."
"You're welcome, DJ. Just, you're welcome."
DJ leashed Scout and they both scampered out. DJ's voice sailed in, "I won't be late."
Three, two, one, Jensen dragged Jared inside, slammed and bolted the doors.
"I'm not going away this time." Jensen walked up to Jared. "I'll be here with you instead of in the clouds at the Biglow Canyon wind farm."
"Okaay," Jared drew out, but then was attacked by Jensen's lips with overwhelming enthusiasm.
Jared sucked and licked into Jensen's mouth, holding Jensen's head at just the right angle for…
"Wait a minute." Jared retracted his tongue.
"What now?" Jensen was on the verge of tears. Again. Shit.
"I'm not sure what Biglow Canyon means." Jared looked at Jensen. "What does that mean?"
Jensen took a calming breath. He took Jared's hand. "Our first time, I made myself relax by letting my mind drift away. One of the places I drifted to was the Biglow Canyon wind farms in Oregon. I'm sorry, now, that I did, because that made it so I wasn't fully present when we made love. I came back for the good stuff, though."
"Jensen."
"But today, I'm not leaving. I'm never leaving again when you're making love to me."
"I like the sound of that." Jared's soft voice murmured. "I like the sound of everything about that. But, if drifting to the wind farm made our first time easier on you, I can't be anything but glad."
"You really are almost perfect." Jensen said.
"And I really might be in love with you," Jared pulled him forward. "But I still think we should go upstairs and find out."
They didn't have all day, in fact, they didn't even have all morning, but Jensen took his time leading Jared into his bedroom, carefully moving the myriad of pillows out of the way, and pulling the sheets down. Jared went into the bathroom and retrieved some items that Jensen assumed were lube and rubbers.
The sun was shining on this perfect Monday morning, and Jensen opened the shades welcoming the summer sunlight into his bedroom. He didn't even bother reprimanding himself for his own cheesy clichés.
Jared returned with the supplies and Jensen sat them both down on the edge of the bed. The first thing Jensen took off was Jared's knit cap.
"Why do you wear this?"
Jared winced and turned away. "You'll think I'm nuts."
"I won't. I really won't."
"I wear it because," Jared huffed a breath, but continued. "I wear it because, it lets me hide. Look at me. I'm big and tall and loud and I'm the first person you see when you enter a room. Sometimes, a lot of times, it's too much for me. I'm the center of attention whether I like it or not. Certain expectations are made of me, and they can't all be true. The beanie gives me a shield, and if it's too hot, then my hair falling in my face gives me cover."
He looked uncomfortable. "It sounds crazy, but it works for me."
"I hope when you're with me, you never feel you have to wear it," Jensen said, simply. "But I'll understand and respect it if you do."
Jared scrunched the knit hat into a ball and threw it in the general direction of the bathroom.
Jensen gave a little crooked smile, smoothed Jared's hair away from his face and said, "You're very handsome like this."
"Aww, you're just saying that because you like me."
He leaned in and kissed Jared gently. "It's true. I like you." He slid his fingers under the red and white PMC shirt and helped Jared lift it over his head.
"And you were jealous of Misha," Jared removed his gray athletic tee shirt.
His chest was exposed to the air conditioning in Jensen's bedroom, and when Jensen pushed the remote to turn on the fan, tiny goose bumps mottled Jared's golden skin. Jared, in turn, removed Jensen's button-down and tee shirt, carefully folding them over the back of a chair.
"Admit it," Jared said gently tugging on Saint Medardus to get Jensen closer. "You were jealous."
"Maybe, a little, maybe." Jensen stuttered.
Naked chest, to naked chest, Jensen quickly removed his slacks and briefs, folding them to join his shirts. Jared simply pulled off his jeans and kicked them away.
Jensen was pleased to see that Jared went commando.
"You have nothing to be jealous of." Jared spread his arms wide displaying his nakedness proudly. "I'm all yours."
"Shit, Jared. You." Jensen ran his hand down Jared's chest. "You."
"Yes," Jared said, pulling Jensen close, "me."
They fell into Jensen's bed with a big, fluffy impact. Jared wasted no time sucking the life out of Jensen's mouth, and Jensen reciprocated by getting his hands on every bit of flesh Jared had to offer.
Jared kissed down Jensen's neck. "You," kiss, "are so," kiss, "sexy," kiss, "hot and," kiss, kiss, "so goddamn wonderful."
Jensen rolled on his back, looked up and spread his legs. "I want to see you. I want to watch you fuck me."
Jared caught his breath and lay between Jensen's spread knees and hard cock. He kissed down Jensen's body and mumbled, "Not happening."
Jensen's back bowed into a perfect arc. His supersensitive skin, cooled by the fan, shivering at the touch of Jared's tongue. Wait, what?
"Wait, what?" Jensen shook his head. "Jared, what?"
"You heard right; I'm not going to fuck you." He smiled, knowingly.
"You're going to make love to me, right?"
"Right."
"But you'll make love to me by fucking me, right?" Jensen hoped he wasn't misunderstanding.
"Right," Jared buried his nose in the curly hairs surrounding Jensen's fully erect cock.
"Okay, then," Jensen said. "Don't scare me like that."
"You never have to be scared with me." He firmly grasped Jensen's erection and licked around the head, shaft, pubic hair and balls until all of Jensen's sensitive areas were dripping wet.
Jensen's hands scrabbled at Jared's shoulders, leaving light pink nail marks down his arms. Jared's tongue licked lower and lower until he reached Jensen's most intimate area. All of Jensen's nerve endings fired at once, and his upper body practically jolted off the bed.
"Jay, Jay. I've never, I mean, nobody has ever," Jensen's words turned into a soft moan as Jared's tongue opened him up. "Nobody has ever done this for me." He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the feeling of Jared's tongue invading him, prodding him, devouring him. Jensen grasped his own shaft to slow down the reaction his cock was having to Jared's tongue.
Jared's tongue retreated, and Jensen felt Jared licking up his inner thigh. Right one first and then the left.
"You are gorgeous," Jared whispered. "You're covered with a light sheen of sweat and the sun is making your skin glow." Jared kissed up Jensen's chest to his left nipple. "You look otherworldly, Jensen. No human could be as sublime," he used the flat of his tongue to lave the hard nub of the left nipple, "as transcendent, or as perfect as you."
"You," Jensen gasped, squeezing his eyes shut.
One of Jared's wet fingers pressed into Jensen, while a large, wet hand took over Jensen's cock.
Jensen was over stimulated, and his breathing was erratic. "Jesus, Jared, holy Mother."
Two, then three fingers entered the breach and Jensen knew his eyes were damp when Jared asked over and over, "Are you okay? Is this okay?"
Jensen grabbed hold of Jared's shoulders and said with his eyes wide, "I do love you. No maybe about it."
Jared's body quaked, whether from sensation or emotion, Jensen didn’t know. Jared reared up kissed Jensen's mouth hard before he removed his fingers and rolled on a condom. "I do, too Jensen. I do, too." And on the last "I do, too." Jared pushed into Jensen, and Jensen came.
Jensen read once about this post orgasm phenomenon called "la petite mort." Basically, it's where the sex is so good you pass out after. He thought it was an urban legend until he felt Jared wiping his face and sponging him down murmuring to him softly to wake up; that he had to be on the air in an hour.
"Shit, Jared, I'm sorry," Jensen said, softly. "I didn't mean for that to happen I guess I didn't stay fully present this time either, but, man, that was so much better than the wind farm."
"I'm glad," Jared chuckled, "You certainly seemed to be enjoying it before you fainted."
"I didn't faint. I was rendered unconscious by power of your sexual prowess." Jensen said, brightly. "That makes it okay, right? I mean, if it was your prowess's fault?"
"It's all okay. Everything's okay." Jared cradled Jensen's head in his large hand, and kissed him until Jensen didn't know where he stopped and Jared began.
"Jared, I need to," Jensen stuttered to a stop. Jared was sweating, his hair was damp, hanging in his face and there were sheet marks on his face. He was too gorgeous for words.
"I hope you're not going to take back the 'I love you' because that would break my heart."
"Nope, I meant it. I was going to say I need to shower before DJ gets back and I have to report on the burgeoning, beanie-less skies. I don't know why it feels like I'm being naughty by having sex in my own house with my own, my own, person of choice?"
Jared chuckled. "Have you stopped to think that this guilt you're feeling might have something to do with us having sex on WBB's time? Hmm?" Jared paused. "We are both so naughty!"
"At least I'm not playing video games." Jensen said, lifting himself off the bed. "Well, if we go down, we go down together."
Jared lit up. "Yes! We should try that next, but we ought to wait for the week-end when there's more time."
Jensen smirked and headed for the bathroom. He opened the door and turned to Jared. "Well, are you coming?"
Jared bolted upright, jumped off the bed, grabbed Jensen around the waist and shoved them both into the bathroom. "Yes, and so will you in a minute."
With the hot water beating on his back and Jared on his knees in front of him warming his cock, it was all Jensen could do to keep from singing, "Oh, sweet mystery of life at last I've found you."
Jared finished brushing his teeth as Jensen sat at his weather computer.
"Find anything new, weather-wise?" Jared asked from the bedroom doorway.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
Jensen sighed, "Before you go back to the station, I want to show you something."
"Didn't I just see everything?" Jared wiggled his eyebrows.
"Shut up. Can I show you something or not?" He blushed as he flipped through his weather maps.
Jared pulled up a rolling chair and sat. "Does it have something to do with the storm in the Atlantic?"
"Yes, it does and no, it doesn't."
"Well, that's pretty clear." Jared stared that the maps. "What did you find? Something other than the Category 2 hurricane all the stations are reporting on?"
"I know, Baby's all the rage, and it's a waste of time, because Baby isn't coming anywhere near us. Except that Alaina says that hurricanes are dramatic and people love the drama and excitement hurricanes bring to their drab, dreary days, so she ordered me to keep reporting on the storm."
"She said that?"
"Well, not in so many words, but she did tell me to hype it up even though we are in no danger of experiencing any hurricane winds."
"How do you know we're not? Even the Weather Channel hasn't totally decided on a course."
"I'll show you." Jensen clicked through several charts. "What I'm seeing here is a massive high-pressure system, gaining strength and pushing from the west. See it?"
Jared stared at the screen. "Yes, sort of, but only because you know how to spot it and show me. What does that have to do with Baby?"
"I've run these models hundreds of times and what the majority of the outcomes are, is that Baby will turn slightly north and approach Florida from the Atlantic side, not cross over to the Gulf side where we are. When she gets there, this high pressure," he circled his cursor, "will have ramped up from its run across the overheated southern United States and literally push Baby out to sea. She may rub up against the coast, but she won't make landfall."
"Why won't she make landfall?" Jared bent in low to look at the squiggles on the screen.
Jensen pointed with his cursor. "By the time Baby gets close, probably Wednesday afternoon or evening, the northern crest of this high-pressure dome will be pushing past the east coast of Florida and bumping the hurricane out to sea."
"Well, it is very dramatic, and kind of fun to watch since none of us are in danger." Jared looked at Jensen. "That's a good thing, right? Why are you looking like that's not a good thing?"
"No, it is, it is, it's just that," Jensen bit his bottom lip. "I've been worried about these squall lines in front of this strong high-pressure system to the south."
"Which ones?" Jared leaned in again.
Jensen swirled the cursor to Tempico, Mexico, on the Mexican coast, north of Mexico City and south of Monterrey. "There are some heavy-duty wind storms gearing up and moving west with the high-pressure system."
"So, what, like tornadoes, maybe?"
"Maybe," Jensen said. "But more like high velocity thunderstorms with extremely high wind gusts."
"Oh, just thunderstorms? We get them all the time, here. You know that."
"But these are different. The unusually warm water and air temperatures in front of this high-pressure system are pumping a lot of energy into these storms. Once the high-pressure front crosses the Gulf, towards us, the warm water temps will add fuel to the storm systems in front of it. These storms will be forming and forming and coming in waves. The closer they get, the stronger the gusts. The winds that go with these storms aren't the rotary type like hurricanes or tornadoes, they're thunderstorm-producing straight lines winds, and, Jay, these squall lines and storm waves are heading right for us."
"But Jensen, they're only windy summer thunderstorms."
"No, they're not. Remember I told you that there were storm systems as powerful as Cat 1 and 2 hurricanes or as dangerous as F2 tornadoes? Well, I think this might be them."
"Can they be dangerous?"
"Yeah. They can be very dangerous."
"Is it called something? What is it called?"
"When you guys said you were checking "weather data," DJ made quoty fingers, "I thought it was a ruse to get me out of the house so you could have sex." DJ laughed and shook his wet head. As if on cue, Scout shook his damp fur and scraped up against Jensen's chair.
"Hang on, boy, I need to look good for the camera." Jensen stood and turned to Jared. "Derecho."
"Fix your makeup, Jensen, you're looking a little flushed. You smell good, though. You're on in ten," DJ said.
"I'm not wearing make-up."
"Thanks again, Jared. Your pool is the greatest. I had to fish Scout out of the deep end five times, because he didn't want to come out, and it almost made me late."
"You didn't need to worry," Jared said looking at Jensen's maps. "I really do know how to set up a broadcast, but we're glad you're back."
DJ pushed Jensen out the bedroom door. "Now you're on in seven," he laughed.
From the hallway Jensen raised his voice, " Look it up, Jared. Derecho. Derecho."
"Gesundheit, gesundheit," said DJ.
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On to Part Four
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