Memoirs of a Texan Abroad (11/14)

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Title:  How Jensen Ackles Hated Mr. Right, Shagged Mr. Wrong, and Finally Got a Clue
Author:  texankate 
Pairings/Characters:  J-squared, Jensen/ Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Jared/Sandy, Chris/Steve, Usual Suspects  OFCs, OMCs.  S1 'The Tudors', S1 'Primeval'.
Rating:  Up to NC17 in places

Disclaimer: If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream,. In other words: complete and utter fiction. I own nothing but my twisted and sordid little brain. I even had to borrow my disclaimer.

Summary:  When Jensen left everything behind for his big shot overseas assignment, he only wanted a life of adventure.  Will he choose passion with a sexy foreigner?  Or will he realize that true love was in his back yard the whole time?

Jensen woke with his face buried in Jared's chest, and wrapped in strong arms. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it had its advantages-mostly that he was close enough to smell Jared's aftershave. It wasn't familiar, but it smelled incredible. Jensen tilted his head to look up at Jared's face, and found him smiling.

"Morning," Jared said, kissing Jensen on the forehead.

"Good morning," Jensen said, reaching up to touch Jared's cheek.

The morning was chilly, and he hadn't turned the heater on the night before. He was in no hurry to get out of bed, but he didn't know what Jared had planned for the day.

"Do you have to get back early?" Jensen asked, nuzzling Jared's jaw.

"Not particularly," Jared said, sighing softly.

"So, what do you do with your weekends, usually?" Jensen asked. "I mean, you said you don't go see the sights. Do you just hole up in your hotel room all weekend?"

"Usually I work," Jared said. "I've got my laptop, so I can work on whatever presentation I have to give that week."

"Don't suppose you have it with you?" Jensen asked.

"It's in the backpack," Jared said. "I didn't realize you were going to be early, yesterday, so I thought I'd get a little work in before you got there."

"Cool, so I don't have to feel like I'm a bad influence," Jensen said. "You can work here, if you like."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Jared asked. "It doesn't sound like much fun for you." He rolled Jensen over onto his back, giving Jared free reign to kiss Jensen's neck and face.

"No worries," Jensen said, trying not to gasp. "I've got my own stuff I can work on. And I need to run to the market, so we don't starve."

"I'll tell you what, if you pick up the stuff I need for tortillas, we can make lunch together," Jared said, nibbling Jensen's jaw. Jensen pushed him away, reluctantly.

"I need to shower," he said. He grabbed his bathrobe and headed for the bathroom. After a quick shower, he kicked Jared out of the bedroom so he could get dressed. When Jensen came back out, Jared was digging around the fridge, looking for something edible. There were a couple of pieces of cold pizza, but that was about it.

"I think I can whip something up," Jared said. He grabbed eggs and milk, and asked if there was bread. Jensen dug a half a loaf out of the cabinet, and sat back as Jared made French toast.

"You're awfully handy," Jensen said.

"It's my master plan," Jared grinned. "Make myself indispensable."

"It's working. You said you do ironing, too?" Jensen asked.

"Yes sir," he said. He grabbed the syrup from the cabinet while Jensen put the kettle.

They had a quick breakfast, and did the dishes together, without too much snapping of towels and splashing of soap suds. Jensen got Jared set up with his laptop in the sitting room, and left him typing away while he ran to the market.

Jared had given Jensen's pantry a thorough going over before giving him a shopping list. Jensen had to improvise a couple of things; English grocery stores aren't stocked like the ones in Texas. All in all, though, he thought he did okay. He walked through the pharmacy area and looked at the condoms. He had thrown away the ones he'd bought when he was with Johnny, a defiant act that was lost on the other man, being in Oslo and all. Things were going well with Jared, though, and it couldn't hurt to be prepared.

He stopped on the way home and slipped them in his backpack. He didn't want Jared to find them and get the wrong idea. Or the right idea. Either way, Jensen didn't want to force it if it wasn't the right time.

Jared must have been watching for him out the front window, because before Jensen could dig his keys out of his pocket, Jared had opened the front door and taken the grocery bags from his hands. Jensen told him he'd had to improvise, but Jared didn't seem too worried. Jensen fixed the chicken marinade while Jared unpacked the rest of the groceries, adding his own special ingredient, a half of a cup of tequila.

They let the chicken marinate and went back into the sitting room. Jensen pulled out his own computer, and camped out beside Jared on the sofa. He didn't know how much they actually got done; every ten minutes or so Jared would lean over and kiss him. They'd finally stop, saying they needed to get back to work, but without fail, ten minutes later Jensen was sitting in Jared's lap again, wrapping his arms around the other man.

Finally, their stomachs required more attention than their kissing, and Jared declared that they'd better get to work on lunch. Jensen chopped vegetables and made guacamole while Jared made the dough for the tortillas. Jensen was so intent on watching Jared's hands knead the dough that he nearly chopped off a finger. Gushing blood was never romantic, so Jensen turned away to keep from getting distracted. Jared came over to 'help' once the dough was ready to rise, but all he helped Jensen do was get covered in flour.

Jensen finished the vegetables in time to watch Jared roll out the first couple of tortillas. He cooked a couple and gave one to Jensen for a taste test. It was warm, and it tasted like home. It was quite possibly the best thing Jensen had ever tasted. He moaned his appreciation.

"I don't know if I should be insulted or not. I think you like my tortillas more than kissing me," Jared huffed. Jensen pulled him in for a kiss. Correction: the tortilla was the second best thing he'd ever tasted. He made sure to let Jared know that.

Jensen cooked up the chicken and the vegetables while Jared finished the tortillas. They ate in the kitchen, gorging themselves until neither one could move. They left the dishes in the sink, and moved back into the sitting room. It was getting late in the afternoon, and Jensen was starting to dread the fact that Jared would have to go back into London.

"Wish you could stay," he said, setting his computer on the floor and placing Jared's next to it. Jared pulled Jensen onto his lap.

"Me too," he said, and kissed Jensen tenderly.

"When do you fly back?" Jensen asked, when he'd finally pulled back.

"A week from Tuesday," Jared said. "I have a meeting with a local zoning board on Monday, or else I'd fly out on Saturday." He pulled Jensen closer, until their foreheads were almost touching.

"What are you doing next weekend?" Jensen asked.

"Whatever you like," Jared said, kissing Jensen's neck.

"I think I'd like you to come down and spend the weekend with me," Jensen said.

Jared's grin was nearly blinding. "I'll take a train down on Friday, if that's okay," he said.

"Perfect," Jensen purred, as Jared's hand found its way under his shirt.

"Want me to make tortillas again?" Jared asked, stroking the small of Jensen's back. "I really like the noises you made when you tasted them." Through the shivers of pleasure, an idea popped into Jensen's head.

"Actually," he said, sitting up. "Yes. Would you be willing to do me a favor?"

"Anything," Jared said, trying to distract him with his other hand, which was stroking Jensen's thigh.

"I've been threatening to have the guys from work over for dinner. I was going to try to make Mom's tortillas, but yours are ten times better. Would you be willing to help me make dinner for the gang?"

"Who all from work?" Jared asked.

"Douglas and Lucy, of course. James and his girlfriend. Hannah, Andrew, and Ben, probably. Oh, and Ally," Jensen added.

"Sounds like fun," Jared said. "But I get you to myself the rest of the weekend, right?"

"Of course," Jensen said. "And I promise I'll make it up to you." He left no doubt in Jared's mind as to what he was talking about. Jared groaned.

"Already taking unfair advantage," he said.

"Don't you know it," Jensen chuckled.

He helped Jared pack his gear up, and saw him to the door. After a dozen goodnight kisses, Jared finally was able to walk up the steps.

Jensen went to bed early that night, his smiling face buried in a pillow that still smelled like Jared.

He sent out email invitations then next day. Douglas responded almost immediately, saying that he and Lucy would love to come over. James and his girlfriend were next to RSVP.  Andrew and Hannah both said they'd love to come, but Ben already had plans.

Ally's in-laws were visiting, and she didn't know if she'd be able to make it. Jensen told her to invite them along, but she wasn't sure they'd be up to it. He ran into Natalie on Tuesday, and made sure to clear it with her, since they'd be in her garden. She was thrilled, and asked if she could invite their neighbors, whom they'd both had dinner with before. The more the merrier, Jensen said. As a bonus, she took him to the large supermarket on Thursday night, to buy groceries. He didn't want to waste any of his time with Jared doing things like shopping.

After they got back from the market, Jensen put the groceries away and finished cleaning the house. He'd bought new sheets, which he laundered and got ready to be put on the bed the next morning. He bought candles and a couple of other things to set the mood. He wanted it to be perfect.

Jared emailed him on Friday, saying he'd be at the apartment by seven. Jensen rushed home after work, and cooked dinner-something simple yet tasty. When he opened the door, though, the kiss Jared gave him made him wonder if they'd make it through dinner before he dragged Jared back to the bedroom.

"God, you look amazing," Jared said. Jensen stepped back so his guest could come inside. "I've been waiting all week for this."

"Me too," Jensen said, closing the door.

Jared dropped his bags and pulled Jensen into a bear hug. When he finally let go, Jensen pushed him down the hallway, into the dining room. The lights had been dimmed the lights, and there were lit candles all around the room.

"Sit," Jensen said. He poured Jared a glass of wine. Jared tried to pull Jensen into his lap, but Jensen dodged his grasp and went into the kitchen.

Dinner consisted of blood orange flavored salmon on a bed of mixed greens, with a side of garlic butter mashed potatoes. Jensen brought out two plates, and set one down in front of Jared, and one across the table. Jared looked a little disappointed that Jensen wouldn't be within easy reach.

"Dinner is served," Jensen said, and pouring himself a glass of wine. He raised his glass in a silent toast, and Jared reciprocated.

"How was your week?" Jensen asked.

"Long," Jared said. "Like I said, I've been waiting all week for this."

"Well, I've been keeping busy," Jensen said, trying for nonchalant. "Party planning and such. We're going to have a full house tomorrow. If the weather isn't too bad, I think we'll serve out in the garden."

"That sounds good," Jared said. "As long as they don't stay too late." His eyes glittered with lust, and Jensen's heart started to race.

"Natalie volunteered to look after everyone in case we needed to, uh, retire early," he said. What she'd actually said was that she'd boot everyone out if Jared felt the need to strip Jensen naked and shag him on top of the patio table. Jensen had told her that he was sure he could get Jared to wait until they were back in his flat. From the look in Jared's eyes, however, he started to think she might be closer to the mark.

They ate dinner, quietly, smiling and playing footsie under the table. Jared jumped when Jensen slid his bare foot up the leg of Jared's trousers, and he tossed back his wine in one big gulp. When they were done, he started to stand, but Jensen shook his head.

"Not yet. We still have dessert," he said. Jared growled in frustration as Jensen went into the kitchen.   He checked that Jared was behaving himself, and quickly darted back to the bedroom. He slipped out of his clothes, and into the silk boxers. He threw on the robe, tying it loosely. He quickly lit the candles, and was about to walk back into the kitchen when Jared appeared in the doorway.

"Not hungry for dessert," he said. His eyes raked over Jensen, and he swallowed hard. He grabbed Jensen, and brought his mouth down for a kiss. It wasn't gentle, but it was sweet. Jensen heard himself moan as Jared pressed up against him, and wanted nothing more than to wrap himself around his lover. Jared's hands made quick work of the robe, and it slid to the floor. His hands kept moving, up and down Jensen's sides, soothing and caressing.   He slid them up to cradle Jensen's face as he kept kissing him. Jensen pulled back.

"You're wearing too many clothes," he panted, and set about remedying that situation. Jared moved to undo the buttons on his shirt, but Jensen pushed his hands away. He'd been fantasizing about Jared all week, and he had definite ideas about things. He slipped the shirt off of Jared's shoulders, and tugged at his undershirt, pulling it out of his waistband. Jared lifted his arms as Jensen slipped it over his head and tossed it in a corner.

"Better than Christmas morning," Jensen whispered, running his hands down Jared's body. His broad shoulders and chest tapered down to his waist, past the slightly washboard stomach, and leading below his waist. Jensen planted wet kisses down his torso, until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at Jared's belt buckle.

Jensen's hands were shaky as he undid the belt buckle, and slid the belt of the loops. He reached for the button, but Jared grabbed his hands and pushed him back on the bed. Jensen felt Jared's warm body cover him, and he arched up into the heat.

"Slow down," Jared whispered, kissing his neck. "Gonna make this last all night, darlin'." His mouth moved down, to the hollow of Jensen's throat. He pushed the thin silk of the robe off of Jensen's shoulders, leaving him naked, save the silk boxers. Jared growled his appreciation and moved on to newly bared skin.

He nuzzled Jensen's chest, his breath ghosting across heated skin. He sucked Jensen's left nipped into his mouth, and brought his right hand up to pay attention to the other one. Jensen moaned in protest as Jared took his hand away. He shifted up and claimed Jensen's mouth. Then he slid down Jensen's body, his hands sweeping the scrap of silk away like they'd swept away the robe.

Jared trailed kisses down Jensen's belly, coming close to Jensen's hard and weeping cock, but moving just past it. He spread Jensen's legs apart and kissed the insides of Jensen's thighs, running his fingers up and down. Jared reached behind Jensen's balls and ran a tentative finger over his hole, making Jensen gasp and thrust against him.

"Like that?" Jared asked. When Jensen nodded frantically, Jared rolled him over onto his stomach, and onto his knees, until Jensen's hole was bared to him. Then Jensen felt Jared's tongue slowly probe, tasting him. Jensen buried his face into the bed as Jared probed deeper, tasting and teasing.

Jensen almost whimpered when Jared removed his tongue, which was quickly replaced by first one and then two of his long, flexible fingers. In and out. Twist and turn. Hitting Jensen's sweet spot on every other thrust.

When Jensen was almost ready to come, Jared moved back up, kissing every inch of skin he encountered.  He rolled Jensen onto his back and pressed them together from head to toe.

"Jen," he whispered, when they were laying full length against each other.

"Mmm?" Jensen couldn't form words.

"Please tell me you have condoms," Jared begged.

"Drawer," Jensen said, pointing vaguely at the night table. Jared reached in and pulled out a foil packet and a bottle of lube. He quickly removed his trousers and his underwear, and Jensen looked up and down the length of his body.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

"Glad you're not disappointed," Jared joked. He tore open the wrapper and quickly sheathed himself. He poured lube into his hand and quickly coated himself before moving back between Jensen's legs. He lifted Jensen's hips up and placed a pillow beneath them. He leaned down to kiss Jensen, and at that same moment, slid inside.

He set a slow pace, drawing almost completely out before sliding back inside. Jensen wanted to urge him to go faster, but in reality loved the slow pace, feeling Jared's muscles drawn taut with the sheer will it took for that kind of control.

"So good. So sweet," Jared groaned, picking up a little speed. Jensen's hips rose up to meet every thrust, wanting more. They grew more frantic, thrusting against one another. Jared got his hand in between them, wrapping a large hand around Jensen's cock, urging him on. The slight angle adjustment had him hitting Jensen's prostate over and over again, making Jensen scream.

"Come on, Jen. Come for me. I want to see you come for me," Jared growled. A few more strokes, a few more thrusts, and Jensen's reality shattered into a thousand splinters. He shuddered as the climax broke over his body, white strands coating his belly and chest. He clung to Jared, wrapping his arms and legs around his lover and holding him close.

"Oh, God. Jared. Yes," he wailed. Jared kept thrusting. Soon, his tempo sped up, and then became erratic. Just as Jensen's climax finally ebbed, Jared threw his head back and groaned.

"Oh fuck! Jen!' Jared collapsed on top of Jensen, trembling. Jensen kept his legs wrapped around Jared's waist. He stroked his hair, and his back, wanting to touch him, to keep the physical connection. Finally, Jared lifted his head up and smiled.

"God. So amazing," he said, and kissed Jensen. He pulled out, and disposed of the condom. Then he flopped on his back and pulled Jensen to him. Jensen rested his head on Jared's shoulder, and threw an arm and a leg over his body.

They didn't talk for a while. Jensen had just had the best sex of his life, and he wasn't quite sure if words could do it justice.

"So," Jared said, after a while. "You like?"

"Mmm," Jensen said, kissing his shoulder.

"Is that a yes?"

"It's a yes. Hell yes. Never been like that before," Jensen said.  He hoped Jared realized that he was telling the truth.

"Me neither," Jared whispered.

"Wanna quit our jobs, move to a remote island and just eat, sleep, and make love for the rest of our lives?" Jensen asked, dropping little kisses onto Jared's chest.

"Yep. Pack your bags and give notice," Jared said.

"It would be nice," Jensen said.

"Your family would hunt me down for kidnapping you," Jared said, rolling back onto his side, so they were facing one another.

"As long as we are settled down and adopt a bunch of grandchildren, I really don't think they'd mind," Jensen said.

"I'm willing to do my part to knock you up," Jared growled, kissing Jensen again.

"I'll be sure to let them know," Jensen said, grinning. "You know, we completely forgot dessert," he said, sitting up.

"Told you, not hungry for dessert," Jared said, trying to pull him back down.

"Oh, I think you'll like this. Trust me," Jensen said, grinning. He grabbed his robe from the floor and went back into the kitchen. He had a small bottle of champagne, and bowl of strawberries, and a bottle of chocolate sauce. He grabbed a couple of flutes from the cupboard, and took them back to the bedroom.

Jared's eyes lit up when he saw the spread. He opened the champagne, managing to avoid spilling a drop. He poured them each a glass, and pulled Jensen into straddling his lap.

"Here is to second chances," he said, kissing Jensen gently.

"I think you mean third chances," Jensen chuckled.

"Whatever. Here is to whatever it took to get us here," Jared said.

"I'll drink to that," Jensen said, leaning in for a kiss. He didn't pull back for several minutes.

"Now," Jared said, setting his glass down on the night table. He took Jensen's as well. "What did you have in mind for those strawberries?"

"Well," Jensen said, plucking a ripe berry from the bowl and dipping it in the chocolate sauce. "I just thought you might need some energy for the second act." He put the berry up to Jared's lips, and sighed when Jared's pink tongue darted out to taste it. He swirled his tongue for a few minutes, and then bit into the berry, groaning in satisfaction.

They took their time with berries and chocolate. Jensen had always had a sweet tooth, but he never knew that dessert could be such a stimulating experience. Afterwards, bolstered by the food and the drink, they proceeded to burn up all of their energy with a second act. The height of that act found Jensen straddling Jared, riding him as Jared thrust up into him. Jensen's head was thrown back as he whimpered through his orgasm, painting Jared's chest. After scooping it up with his fingers and sucking it down, Jared pulled Jensen down onto his chest, not wanting to let him go.

They finally fell asleep after the third, much prolonged act where Jensen learned exactly how sweet Jared tasted. Lips bruised and still tasting Jared's climax, he crawled up until he was lying on his side with Jared curled around him. Jensen started to wonder how comfortable that patio table would be, and which one of them would strip the other naked. He hoped Natalie was ready to play hostess.

There is no better way to wake up that warm, naked, and satisfied. Sunlight streamed into the bedroom, and Jensen grinned happily as he sat up and stretched. Jared stirred enough to pull him back down.

"Don't even think about getting out of bed," Jared mumbled, holding Jensen still. The tented sheet was evidence that he had plans for the next little while.

"But-"

"But nothing," Jared growled, rolling over until he was poised on top of Jensen. He dropped his head and rained soft kisses on Jensen's face, moving down to his neck. Jensen pulled his head up, and kissed him full on the mouth-something he usually hated to do until he'd brushed his teeth. Didn't matter with Jared though, he just wanted him.

Jared moved down to Jensen's chest, kissing and stroking and suckling until Jensen moaned. Soon enough, his hands and his mouth were between Jensen's legs, wreaking havoc. Jensen grabbed his arms, and pulled him up.

"Need you," he panted. "Now!" Jared grabbed a condom, and soon they were rocking to an easy rhythm, kissing and moaning the whole time. Jared wasn't as controlled as he had been the night before, and even after an exhausting night they finished sooner than either of them expected.

"Sorry," Jared mumbled. "Damn, the things you do to me."

"Jared, you just gave me the best night of sex in my entire life. Don't you dare apologize," Jensen said, with mock fierceness.

Jared grinned. "Yes sir," he said, kissing Jensen instead.

Jensen climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. When he came out, Jared was puttering around the kitchen in his boxer shorts. It was one of the sexiest things Jensen had ever seen, and his toes curled just looking at Jared.

"What did you use to marinate the chicken last week?" Jared asked, digging through the fridge. "It was really good. I detected the distinct smell of strong booze."

"Tequila," Jensen said. "And none of that 'tablespoon for flavor' crap, either," he added as he pulled out two bottles from the cabinet. Granted, they'd go through a bit making margaritas, but it still looked like a hell of a lot of booze.

"Well, they'll taste better, the longer they marinate. Why don't we do that, and then we can get back to bed," Jared said, sidling up behind Jensen and nibbling his neck. After a not brief kiss, Jensen grabbed the booze, a garlic press, and a couple of limes. Jared prepped the chicken while Jensen mixed up the marinade. They put everything back in the fridge, and washed up. Jensen looked toward the front of the flat, and saw that Jared's bags were still in the hallway.

"You know, those are a bit of a tripping hazard," he said.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry," Jared said. He retrieved them from the hallway, and took them back to the bedroom. Jensen got the pleasure of seeing the muscles flex in his arms and his back as he carried them.

He followed Jared back, and snuck up behind him. At some point the night before, he had discovered that Jared was ticklish around his ribs, so he fluttered his fingertips up and down his sides. Jared jumped, and then spun around. He grabbed Jensen for a deep kiss.

"I need a shower," Jensen said, trying to pull away.

"Want company?" Jared asked, not letting go. "C'mon. I'll wash your back."

"Why to I get the feeling that this is a bad idea?" Jensen grumbled, as he led Jared into the bathroom. He turned on the water to let it warm up. They undressed and climbed into the tub, which was a little too small for anything much to occur.

It was nice, Jensen thought, to have someone wash your back. There's a lot to be said for warm, gentle hands massaging your neck under hot water. After very little naughtiness, they dried off and got dressed. Kind of. They were both wearing pajama bottoms and t-shirts, just in case Natalie dropped by. Jared found a soccer game on the television, and they curled up on the couch. Luckily, Natalie had chosen a couch which was long enough for them to both stretch out. Of course, in order to fit Jensen had to basically lie on top of Jared. Funny thing, he didn't seem to mind.

They had an early lunch, having skipped breakfast in favor of staying in bed. Jensen checked on the chicken, while Jared got a head start on slicing onions and bell peppers.  Jensen had just put the chicken back in the fridge when the phone rang.

"Hey Jen, sorry to interrupt your marathon weekend of sex," Ally chirped.

"It's quite all right," he said. "I've put Jared to work in the kitchen for the moment."

"Damn. He's cute and he cooks? Lucky bitch," she said.

"Don't I know it," Jensen chuckled. "What's up?"

"Well, Aaron's dad wants to stay in and rest tonight," Ally said. "But Joanna and I would like to come over for fajitas, if the invitation still stands. Please Jen, I'll kill him if I have to be cooped up with him again," she added, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Jensen laughed. "Please do," he said. "I'd love to hang out with y'all." Jared looked at him, confused. 'Ally,' Jensen mouthed.

Jared nodded. "Tell her she'd better come," he said. "I have a feeling I owe her, big time."

"Jared says you have to come," Jensen said. "I think he thinks you had something to do with my change of heart."

"Tell him I like jewelry, cider, and books," Ally said. "Although cash is nice, too."

"I'll make sure to pass that along," Jensen said.

"You could, of course, just name your first daughter after me. I bet you two settle down and start adopting babies in no time," she said.

"Hush, you," Jensen said. "Everyone is set to get here around seven, I think. Want to come early and make the margaritas?"

"I'll see you then."

Jared and Jensen managed to keep their hands to themselves for most of the afternoon. But right before they started getting ready, they ended up back in the bedroom, tearing each others' clothes off in a frenzy.

"Hope this tides you over until the guests leave," Jared said.

"Me? I'm the sex crazed maniac?" Jensen snorted.

"Yeah, but that's okay with me," Jared grinned, scooping Jensen up and setting him down on the bed. They were running a little late, but that didn't keep Jared from going slow. This time, however, Jensen had different ideas.

He rolled Jared over onto his back, and straddled his waist. Jensen raised himself up on his hands, and sank onto Jared, sighing with pleasure. Jared grinned as Jensen took control. He rode Jared in an easy rhythm, silently thanking all the walking he had been doing for strengthening his leg muscles.

This left Jared's hands free to roam all over Jensen's body. He touched every inch of skin that he could reach, stroking and teasing. He wrapped a massive paw around Jensen's cock, making him cry out in pleasure.

Jensen sped up, torn between wanting a climax and wanting it to never end. He was shuddering so hard that he could barely keep up the rhythm when Jared sat up, cradling Jensen in his arms. He lifted Jensen up and down, thrusting up into him all the while. Jensen came, moaning Jared's name and clinging to him. A few thrusts later, Jared threw his head back and roared his climax.

He fell back onto the bed, taking Jensen with him. Jensen kissed him sweetly, and climbed off, ignoring the growl of protest. Realizing that he smelled like sex, Jensen walked on shaky legs into the bathroom and jumped back into the tub for a quick shower. As soon as he got out, he sent Jared in. Jensen was completely dressed by the time Jared got out, and left him to get dressed while he did a quick check of the bathroom to make sure it was ready for guests.

Jared came out of the bedroom just as Natalie knocked on the back door. Jensen unlocked it, and let her in. She grinned as soon as she saw the look on his face, and if possible her grin got wider when she saw Jared.

"Hello my ducklings," she said. "I take it you two are having a lovely day?"

"Very much so," Jensen said. Jared turned several lovely shades of red.

"Good lord, he's adorable," Natalie said, patting Jared on the arm as she walked past him and into the kitchen. He grinned.

"Yeah, but I'm trying to keep him from getting a big head," Jensen said. "So don't feed the ego."   Jared rolled his eyes and snorted.

"I came down to make a suggestion," she said, eyeing the kitchen. "Or, actually, an offer. If you two do all the cooking down here, you'll have to traipse back and forth through the bathroom to take it up to the garden. Which could get mighty inconvenient if someone needs to use the facilities. Why don't you do the cooking up in my kitchen? It opens up onto the garden, directly."

"Sounds good to me," Jensen said. "What do you think, Chef Jared?"

"That'll work," he said.

"Besides, this way you won't have to go anywhere near the bedroom when you need to grab something," Natalie said, heading for the back door. "Cuts down on the temptation to abandon your guests for a little nookie." They tried to keep straight faces, but both broke down into sheepish grins.

Curses, Jensen thought. Foiled again.

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