Jays2 (20/?)
Title: Jays2 (20/?)
Genre: J2 RPS, AU
Pairing: Jensen/Jared although - Heh! You know major league teams have 25-man rosters, right?
Rating (overall): Adult
Bribes Warnings: Language, Baseball, Schmoop, Crack, Angst, Gleeeee!, Boy-Sexin’ (wait, what kind of warning is that?)
Word Count: ~ 5,000
Disclaimer: Fiction not fact. All these beautiful guys belong to themselves. Jensen and Jared belong to each other, we all know that :D Only the words are mine. No copyright infringement intended for the use of the MLB teams/players/logos, the Toronto Star, or Rogers Sportsnet. This is for fun, not profit.
Summary: While the culprit behind the real fake gay marriage (or is that the fake real gay marriage?) is revealed, Jensen realizes that he never stopped to consider one important factor in this whole mess: the Padaleckis. Somebody's got a whole lotta explaining to do, and apparently, it's not gonna be Jared. The wuss.
A/N: Okay, I know updates have been few and far between in recent months, but I have an excellent excuse. I just quit a crappy job, and moved across the Atlantic and back home to Canada, along with all my stuff (and there was a lot of stuff) and now it's done and yeah, sure, I'm unemployed, but hopefully not for long. On the upside (I hope) - I'm writing again! In fact, Part 21 is also complete and will be posted on the weekend. So in the meantime, here: have happy boys in love.
Enjoy! Comments = Love!
| Master Post |
TWENTY: SLIDING HOME
"What the fuck?"
"That's what I thought, and said, about a million times in my head," Jensen remarked, thinking that stupefied was a good look on Mike. The expressions on everyone else's faces ranged from smug (that was Mark, and since he always tended to look smug, Jensen didn't think he counted, but whatever) to shocked. Then he caught the slight pout on Jared's face and grinned. "Not that I regret it or anything."
Jared's ensuing smile was blinding, and the embrace he was suddenly engulfed in was crushing. And the kiss that capped it all off? Was perfection itself.
"Jeez, get a freakin' room," Chad grumbled, and he was whacked upside the head by Misha for his trouble.
Jared and Jensen smiled at each other from where they were squashed together on the big leather armchair in Jensen's living room, everyone else haphazardly sprawled on the floor and over every other available piece of furniture in the room.
"You wanna tell us how you pulled it off, Mikey?" Jared asked the burning question that was on everyone's minds.
Mike looked taken aback. "Me? I had nothing to do with it! I had my hands full getting the Front Office and restaurant staff coordinated. Never mind the flying messages and shit. I told Tommy to handle it," he claimed, raising his eyebrow superciliously at the man in question.
Tom didn't look at all amused. "Yeah," he huffed, "because it wasn't like I had much to do what with organizing the cake and the invitations and the caterers and the goddamn florist who gave us carnations in spite of my insisting that I didn't want carnations..."
"Jesus," Mike chuckled, "breathe."
Tom glared at him, grinding his teeth, before pinning Misha with a glance. "I told you to take care of the fake marriage license."
The other guys, who were watching the exchange like one would watch a dodgeball game about to go horribly wrong, looked to Misha expectantly.
Misha pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and appeared to be taking several deep, fortifying breaths. Either that, or he was staving off an aneurysm. When his hand fell away, his face was flushed and frustrated, and his eyes flashed blue fire. "Chad Michael Murray!" He rounded on the culprit. "I ask you to do one goddamn thing!"
Chad shrugged nonchalantly. "What? You said it had to look authentic and I figured - what's more authentic than the real thing? I didn't think it would count but the girl at Registry Services was kinda hot and maybe I got a little distracted," Chad got a weird faraway look in his eyes. "Yup, I'm pretty sure she had a bangin' bod!"
"Oh my God - are you physically incapable of keeping it in your pants?" Misha glared at him.
"Wait, man, this is still on you as far as I'm concerned - how could you let Mayhem handle the license?" Zach asked him, and then quickly ducked behind Chris as a deadly decorative cushion flew at his head.
"What Zach meant was," Chris rubbed his face where the cushion had hit him and grinned, "he did earn that nickname, it wasn't like he stumbled upon it by accident."
"I thought I could trust him," Misha grumbled, "he is a grown man."
"Misha, if you thought that - you need your head checked," John laughed. "It took me all of an hour to know I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him."
"Took me five minutes," Aldis contributed, cackling.
"I'm right here, assholes!" Chad yelled, glaring at them both.
"Dude, we're not blaming you," Cory smirked, raising an accusing eyebrow at the team's first baseman.
"I hate you all," Misha groused as the rest of them laughed.
"Wait, wait," Mike suddenly piped up, "when TJ married Michaela last summer, I remember it being way more complicated..."
"Yeah - you can't put this on me," Chad declared plaintively, looking upset, his gaze darting to Misha's harassed face. "I told her I just wanted it to look real. I didn't say file the goddamn papers."
Misha levelled him with a glare. "Did you bang her?"
"Dude. In the backseat of my covertible. With the top down! Who's the man?"
Misha looked like he was contemplating first-degree homicide. "So you gave her the Chad Michael Murray Special. Wham, bam, and not even a thank you, ma'am?"
"We had an away game the next day!"
"The season wasn't even in full swing yet, asswipe!"
"Oh. Right. Meh." Remorse was obviously not a word in Chad's vocabulary.
"In other words - totally his fault. The bitch probably wanted karmic justice and took it out on these two," Misha said, whalloping Chad on the back of his head again for good measure.
"Ow!" Chad pouted, rubbing his noggin. "Do you see these guys complaining? I did them a fucking favour!"
"Can't argue with that, man," Jared smirked, holding out his fist so Chad could return the fist-pump. Chad looked superciliously at Misha as Jensen stared down his husband.
"Don't encourage him."
"See?" Chad addressed his beleaguered roommate. "Because of me, Jared here now gets to tap Jensen's hot ass whenever he wants." He leered at Jensen. "Dude. You're welcome."
Jensen's jaw dropped in shock, but the other guys just burst out laughing, Jared included.
They were so loud that they almost didn't hear the doorbell, but luckily Zach had sharp ears and bounded up to go get the door. He came back looking like a deer caught in the proverbial headlights of an oncoming disaster, and Jensen couldn't fault him for it.
The Padaleckis had come to visit.
Shit.
And there he was with Jared snuggled in his arms.
Shit.
He pushed Jared to the floor in his haste to rise, blinking in surprise and breathing in deep gusts, while cursing himself six ways from Sunday for forgetting about the Padaleckis coming to visit.
There was a sudden cacophony of sound as the guys greeted Jared's family, momentarily distracting them as Jared glared at him while rubbing his undoubtedly sore ass. Jensen just shrugged helplessly and tried not to hyperventilate.
What was proper etiquette here?
Hi Mr. and Mrs. Padalecki - turns out I'm not fake-married to your son. We're really married and we're in love. And oh, by the way, we're gay.
Jesus. H. Christ.
Jensen pleadingly looked to Mike for help as Jared went forward to greet his family. That would take a while, Jensen knew from experience, and maybe Mike could come up with an exit strategy for him while the Padaleckis did their hugging thing. It didn't, however, stop Sherri Padalecki from inviting them all out to dinner whilst in the midst of their hugfest.
"Wow, thanks, Mrs. P, but er... we have a thing," Mike hedged, nudging Tom for back up. "Don't we have that thing?"
Tom nodded briskly. "We do. With the guys."
"Yeah," Chris piped up, "big plans."
"We've had them for weeks," John added.
"Right - it'll cost us to cancel 'em," Cory chipped in.
"And I don't do... family," Mark mentioned, and Cory frowned at him.
"Me neither," Chad chimed in, "I'm outtie."
"You're an idiot," Misha grumbled in response.
"Not my family or anyone else's. Except at Christmas," Mark elaborated, no nonsense as usual, shrugging at Cory before addressing Jared's mother. "No offense or nothing, ma'am."
"None taken," she told him, looking a little bemused.
And then suddenly, there was a mass exodus of traitorous teammates and Jensen honestly wished he could have snuck out with the rest of them and left Jared to explain their marriage to his parents.
Look - it was an already established fact that Jensen was a coward. So sue him.
He sighed when Sherri held out her arms to him. Resistance was futile as per the norm when dealing with any sort of Padalecki. He surrendered to another group hug, and then realized that this might just be his last Padahug before Jared's parents killed him for corrupting their precious son, and so he gave back as good as he got, ending the epic embrace with a big kiss for Jared's momma.
She blushed prettily. "Oh you!" She exclaimed, patting his chest. "Is it my imagination or do you get more handsome every time I see you?"
This time, Jensen blushed, although if anyone called him pretty, he would punch their lights out.
"He gets more handsome every time I see him too," Jared informed his family with an affectionate wink in Jensen's direction, and way to be subtle, Jensen couldn't help but think.
It just figured that the very day he gets his freedom from his father, was the day he gets flayed by the friendliest family on earth. And apparently he was annoyingly alliterative when his life was on the line.
Megan giggled and poked her brother in the stomach. "You see him every day."
"Statement still stands," Jared told her with a smirk.
"How about some coffee?" Jared's dad asked as Jeff excused himself in search of the bathroom. The entire family automatically made their way into the kitchen as Sherri took over and put the coffee on, Jared directing her as to where everything was. Jensen quietly collapsed onto the closest chair, waiting to take his cues from Jared.
"All right," Sherri stated as soon as Jeff rejoined them, "what's the plan?" Confused, Jensen just blinked at her. She huffed and rolled her eyes. "How are we gonna stop this sham of a wedding?"
Jensen's jaw dropped and he rounded on his husband. "You told them?"
"Jensen, do you even know me at all? Of course I told them," Jared patted his shoulder. "Besides, I said I would kidnap you if nothing else worked, and I meant it. And kidnapping's a felony, Jen - of course I wanted to give my family a heads up, just in case your daddy sent the feds after us and we had to go on the lam."
"The feds? The lam?" Jensen looked at him, agape. "That's it. No more cheesy cop shows for you."
Jared ignored him. "There's no need for planning anymore, Momma. There's not gonna be a wedding!" Jared gleefully informed them. "And Jensen weaseled his way out of the deal with his dad and he's coming back to baseball!"
The resultant shouts of joy were slightly deafening, but Jensen couldn't help but grin at the abject joy on the faces of Jared's family.
"You come here and give me a hug, young man," Sherri ordered, arms akimbo again.
"Yes, ma'am," Jensen gladly complied.
"Yes, mom," she laughingly corrected, and Jensen froze in her arms. Sherri looked up at him in concern. "Jensen?"
"It's nothing," Jensen hastily blurted out, "everything's fine."
"So tell us how you outsmarted your old man, son," Gerry insisted, rubbing his hands together as if bracing himself for a good story. Jensen smiled at him and relayed the tale, Jared pitching in to fill in the blanks.
"Wait - you were there too?" Jeff asked his brother. "At the board meeting?"
"Er... I was in the neighborhood?"
"Forget about the deal with his daddy," Megan implored, "how'd you break out of the marriage merger?"
Jensen gulped and immediately darted a glance at Jared. Jared. His loving husband, who merely smiled at him, dimples poking deep into his cheeks. "Yeah Jen - how did you get outta that pesky marriage merger?" The big, yellow-bellied, gutless wuss was leaving it all up to him. Oh, he would so make Jared pay for this later.
"Er..." Jensen hemmed and hawed and then just got it over with in one quick breath. "I'm already married."
"WHAT?" He visibly flinched as four loud voices chorused the question.
"So the prank wedding the guys made us go through? Turns out it wasn't as fake as we thought it was and Jared and I are married. For real. And it's all Chad's fault, but it helped me get out of the marriage merger because bigamy is illegal in the state of Texas, and my father wanted us to get an annulment, but we've been living together for so long, that's outta the question, and there's no way I'm divorcing Jared - not when I love him so much anyway, and he loves me too, so it's all good, and did I mention that Chad did it?"
"Breathe, baby," Jared murmured, chuckling into Jensen's neck as he pulled him in for a cuddle.
And wait just a goddamn minute... what?
"Oh my God!" Megan exclaimed breathily, and Jensen felt brave enough to look at the Padaleckis again. "Oh. My. God!" This time Megan squealed, her voice pitched to decibels only dolphins and bats should be able to hear, but Jensen couldn't pause to ponder the physics of soundwaves any further because Megan launched herself at him with all the grace of a Mack truck. He caught her in his arms and stumbled back into Jared, who caught them both in his. Sherri gaped at them over her daughter's shoulder, while Gerry and Jeff guffawed and slapped Jared on the back.
Jensen kept his eyes on Sherri, not exactly sure what was going on with the rest of Jared's family. They weren't looking quite as shocked as he had expected them to, although... yup - there it was. The dreaded tears. Pooling in Jared's momma's hazel eyes and Jensen felt like he was dying inside. His own eyes prickled as he gently disengaged Megan's arms from around his waist.
"I'm so sorry," he told Sherri. "I'm so sorry you had to find out this way, but we... we're... I would never hurt him. You know that, right? I want what's best for him and I want to make him happy just like you do..." And crying was apparently contagious, and he was a useless sap.
"Oh honey," Sherri framed his face in her hands and brushed away his tears. "Baby boy. You are what's best for him." And then she hugged him, warm, tight and close, and it was bliss and a blessing all rolled into one. Especially when the rest of the family joined in as they were wont to do from the first moment he had met them. Stranger to son in an instant, and apparently that was the way it was going to stay.
"Welcome to our family, son," Gerry smiled at him over his wife's head. "For real this time."
Jensen smiled so hard his cheeks hurt from the effort, but Jared was there to kiss the pain away, and everything was good and as it should be, and Jared was a sneaky bastard who had already told his family what the real deal was between them, and this was what true love and real happiness felt like, and damned if this day wasn't the best day of Jensen Ackles' life so far.
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Jared sighed happily as Jensen unlocked the door and let them into the apartment. Dinner with his family had been - well, noisy - but good, especially if Jensen's laughter had been anything to go by. Jared had sworn right there at the dinner table - if only to himself - that he would do whatever it took to keep Jensen happy and laughing for the rest of their lives.
They had barely made it over the threshold before his arms wrapped themselves around his husband's body. It was as if they couldn't help but reach out and touch Jensen whenever he was within arm's length. Jared figured Jensen had to be used to it by now.
The kissing, on the other hand, was still kind of new and exciting. And there were so many places of interest on his man's body that just begged to be kissed. Like the back of his neck, for example, Jared thought as he pressed a kiss right there.
Mmm. Delightful.
And that tiny bump behind Jensen's ear? Tantalizing, he thought as Jensen turned in his arms. Jared continued pressing tiny little kisses along Jensen's jaw, like mapping out a trail to his mesmerizing mouth, and that delicious little dip in his chin.
"How do you do that?" Jensen moaned as Jared rubbed their cheeks together, revelling in the raspy fuzz of soft stubble against skin.
"Do what?"
"Leave me breathless?" Jensen gasped. "And all you're doing is kissing me. And it's not even like it's real kissing. And yet..."
"And yet?" Jared asked, nipping at the bow of his husband's upper lip.
"No one's ever made me feel the way you make me feel," Jensen said, his voice wondrous, his hands roaming possessively over Jared's shoulders, seeking purchase, and finally finding it in Jared's hair. Jared smiled against Jensen's mouth, just before capturing it in a heady, searing kiss.
"Love you," he murmured, maneuvering them towards the bedroom, peeling Jensen's jacket off and dropping it along the way.
Jensen smiled up at him, his bright green eyes lit up with joy. "Ditto."
"Ditto?" Jared chuckled, tugging at his tie until it loosened enough for him to pull it up and over Jensen's head. "Seriously?"
"What? That is totally a valid response to your earlier declaration," Jensen smirked as he nibbled on the side of Jared's neck while he worked the buttons of his shirt open, toeing off his own shoes at the same time. Such an excellent little multitasker, Jared mused.
"By the way," Jensen began, momentarily distracted by Jared ripping his shirt off, buttons flying across the plush carpet of the bedroom floor, in his haste to get Jensen naked now. "Why does everyone think you're gonna be the one tapping my ass?"
Jared smirked down at his irate husband. "Simple. Your ass is hot and I would be an idiot not to want to tap this," he remarked, goosing the hot ass in question to punctuate his statement.
Jensen yelped. Like a girl. It was freakin' adorable, so Jared hugged him. Again. And then kissed him again, for good measure.
"Your ass is hot too," Jensen made it sound like a complaint, "how come they don't think I'm gonna tap that?"
"Maybe it's because you're more... er... petite," Jared said as seriously as he could possibly manage, but ruined the effect by chuckling as Jensen frowned up at him. He undid Jensen's belt and slid it out of its loops in an evasive maneuver.
"Ow!"
"Sorry."
"Yeah, right." Jensen sighed as he unzipped Jared's pants, his thumb very gratifyingly rubbing along the length of Jared's hardening cock. "Everyone just assumes I'm the catcher in this relationship."
"You're imagining things."
"Mike and Tom and Kane and Carlson and Boreanaz and even fucking Pej and Benji all texted me during dinner."
Jared laughed out loud. "Is that why you looked like you wanted to declare war on your dessert?"
"Those assholes we play with totally coordinated their text attack," Jensen grumbled, holding out his arms in a silent entreaty for a snuggle that Jared was only too happy to indulge. "Have I mentioned that I hate them?"
"Poor baby."
"Kiss me better?"
"Always," Jared smiled, and tumbled a now gloriously naked Jensen onto the bed, aligning their bodies, and kissing his husband to within an inch of his life. When he came up for air, Jensen blinked blearily up at him, looking dazzled and entirely too delectable for words. "You are so freakin' cute, you know that?"
"You make me sound like a five year old."
"Er... eww."
Jensen sniggered as Jared shucked off the remainder of his own clothing until finally, mercifully, it was just skin against skin. Not to mention freckles galore. And right there, naked in bed with Jensen, Jared found his happy place.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm... you're beautiful," Jared murmured appreciatively, kissing his way down Jensen's writhing body, pausing to lick and suck at one rosy nipple, then making sure to pay proper homage to the other before moving on to his belly button, stopping to swirl his tongue into that tiniest of abysses there, prior to hitting paydirt.
Jared pressed a reverent kiss to the base of Jensen's cock. His hard, gorgeous, leaking cock that conveniently pointed upwards as if waiting for Jared's mouth. And who was he to deny it, Jared thought abstractedly as he, for the first time in his life, put another man's dick in his mouth.
Jensen responded by almost bucking them both off the bed with a shocked sound of pleasure. "Jared," he groaned, as Jared went to town, sucking and slurping along Jensen's cock like it was pure candy-coated indulgence. "Jared - fuck - I'm not gonna last if you keep that up."
"That's kind of the idea, Jen," Jared paused to say.
"No!" Jensen grabbed him and hauled him up until they were at eye level with each other. "I want you... well, not like that."
Jared crooked an eyebrow up at him. "Then like what?" Jensen's gaze, suddenly endearingly shy, shifted off to the side. Jared chuckled. "Say it, Jen."
"I want you to... tap my ass."
"Yes!" Jared pumped his fist in the air. "Mikey so owes me a c-note!"
"What?" Jensen snapped.
"He was sure you would want to pitch our first time up at the plate."
"So you made a bet with him?" Jensen squawked, smacking him on the shoulder.
"What?" Jared huffed out a laugh. "I was totally gonna share my winnings with you!"
"You suck."
"Well, I was gonna," Jared playfully leered down at him, "but somebody stopped me."
"I think I feel a headache coming on," Jensen teased, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
"You can just lie there and let me do all the work, angel," Jared assured him, "I swear I'll make it good for you."
"You'd better," Jensen told him, serious now, and maybe a touch nervous as well. Jared leaned down until their noses brushed.
"I would die before I hurt you," Jared promised, just as fervently.
"You would never hurt me," Jensen said softly, sounding so sure that Jared's heart rate sped up a notch or two.
"That's right, 'cause you're everything to me and I love you so much, Jensen..." Jared stopped, burying his face in his husband's neck, taking a moment to compose himself.
"Sap," Jensen accused, smiling as he pulled him up for another kiss. "Now shut up and fuck me already."
"Of course you'd be a bossy bottom," Jared groused mischievously, as he leaned over to the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lube.
He slicked up his fingers first, his eyes locked with Jensen's as his hand trailed downwards, thumb grazing over the sensitve tip of his cock, down past his balls, over soft skin until he reached his entrance. Jared let his fingers play at the tiny pucker there, watching the nuances of Jensen's face as he touched him intimately for the first time. His breath caught when Jensen's did, just as he slid one finger inside, snug and wet and warm. Jensen bit his lip and moaned and the sound went straight to Jared's dick, and just when he didn't think he could get any harder than he already was, he felt himself growing and swelling against Jensen's thigh.
He eased his finger as deep inside Jensen as it would go before pulling it out again, plunging in and out repeatedly before adding a second finger, carefully working Jensen open as he panted in Jared's arms. Once Jensen was used to the stretch, Jared used whatever knowledge he had gleaned from the internet and angled his fingers, massaging gently, seeking out the pleasure center that would make this sex mind-blowing for his husband.
When Jensen's entire upper body shot off the bed, his head colliding with Jared's as he shouted in pleasure, Jared grinned smugly to himself.
"Holy. Shit." Jensen managed to rasp out, color flooding into his face. "Do that again," he requested reverently. Jared obliged with a smirk, his fingers fluttering excruciatingly slow over Jensen's prostate.
Jensen shivered and moaned and writhed and it was the single hottest thing Jared had even seen in his life. "Fuck, Jen."
"Again, again - don't stop," Jensen babbled as Jared sped up his ministrations, adding another finger, scissoring them, stretching Jensen wider for his cock. "Jared," Jensen urged, and the hands that had fisted in the sheets, grappled at Jared's shoulders. "Fuck me - get inside me. Now, Jared, now!"
If Jared hadn't been so turned on himself, he would have laughed. Talk about bossy.
But he was focused on the task at hand, focused on Jensen, focused on making this the best sex of their lives. He slicked up his hand with a little more lube and grasped his dick, working along the length a couple of times to ease his way into Jensen. At the first push inside, they both froze and shit - this was harder than porn made it look.
"Umm..." Jensen started, skin aflame, panic in his eyes.
"It'll work," Jared assured him, gasping for breath.
"You didn't win that Biggest Dick plaque for nothing."
Jared laughed and it helped to ebb his tension a little. "You know, I read that this is easier the first time if you... er... catch on all fours."
From the look of relief on Jensen's face, he was all for that plan. "Let's try that then," he huffed as Jared pulled back, disappointed to see Jensen's erection flagging a little.
This was so not the way he pictured their first time.
Although there was absolutely nothing wrong with the picture before him right now.
Jared blinked as Jensen positioned himself on his knees, his ass - and goddamn, it redefined hot - in the air, legs spread and hole slightly stretched, waiting on Jared.
Jared looked down at himself. Yup. Just got harder. How in hell was he supposed to get through this without coming apart at the seams? Pun intended of course.
"Just get it over with Jared," Jensen gritted out. "We've got the rest of our lives to refine our technique."
Jared pouted even though Jensen wasn't looking. "But I wanted this time to be perfect." And that made Jensen look at him.
"It's already perfect. It's you. It's me. That's what makes it perfect. Now get to it, sunshine."
"So, so bossy," Jared grumbled to himself, lining up his leaking cock at Jensen's hole again, this time pushing in, slow and steady until he breached that first ring of muscle.
"Fuck," they breathed in unison, and before Jared could compose himself, Jensen pushed back against him, pulling Jared deeper into his body, until finally, between the two of them, Jared slid all the way inside.
"Home safe," he muttered, falling against Jensen's back and leaning forward to kiss his ear.
"Not yet, babe," Jensen chuckled, his heart racing beneath the hand Jared had placed on his chest. "Move, Jared. Fuck me."
And how was he supposed to resist that?
So Jared fucked him. Slow and deep and then, when that wasn't enough, raw and fast, angling his hips until his cock brushed along Jensen's prostate with every thrust. Jensen moaned, loud and lurid, and every sound was impetus for Jared to do more, make this better, make it last longer, even when it felt like plunging into Jensen's tight, wet heat was killing him. When the pressure became almost unbearable, he closed his hand around Jensen's cock as he stroked along its length, fisting tight, giving Jensen something to push forward into like he was pushing back into Jared. It was all too much, too soon, too fast, as Jensen suddenly reared up, practically seated on Jared's thighs, head lolled back onto Jared's shoulder, mindless with pleasure, relentless in the way his body moved, riding Jared mercilessly on his way to completion.
And then, with a keening cry that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep within his soul, Jensen came in Jared's fist, shooting long and hard, his entire body shuddering with the effort, his muscles clenching in climax, gripping Jared's cock in a vise, and that was it. Jared came harder than he could ever remember, filling Jensen with his come and just the thought of that alone was hot enough to almost bring him to orgasm again.
"I think," Jensen panted, "if you perfected your technique any more, you'd actually kill me."
Jared didn't know where he summoned the energy to laugh, but he did. Then he gently kissed Jensen's jaw and carefully eased himself out of his husband's body.
"Eww," Jensen squirmed.
"Eww?" Jared asked, affronted.
Jensen shot him an over-the-shoulder smirk that was sexy and cute and should have been illegal in all fifty states and Canada. "You try it from this end next time and we'll see how you feel."
"Deal," Jared chuckled, faceplanting in bed beside where Jensen had flopped over.
"Oh no," Jensen jabbed him with an elbow. "Top is on clean-up duty."
"Top can't move."
"I don't see why not," Jensen said around a wide yawn, "seeing as how I did most of the work."
"Is that right?"
"That's right."
"Huh," Jared groused, playfully nipping a freckled shoulder before he rolled out of bed and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom to clean them both off. He was gently wiping his come from Jensen's body when his husband, who had been watching him with a sultry, half-lidded gaze, grabbed him and yanked him down until their bodies were pressed flush against each other, and their faces were an inch apart.
"I love you," Jensen whispered, delicately brushing their mouths together. Jared grinned unabashedly and pressed deeper into the kiss.
"Ditto."
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Genre: J2 RPS, AU
Pairing: Jensen/Jared although - Heh! You know major league teams have 25-man rosters, right?
Rating (overall): Adult
Bribes Warnings: Language, Baseball, Schmoop, Crack, Angst, Gleeeee!, Boy-Sexin’ (wait, what kind of warning is that?)
Word Count: ~ 5,000
Disclaimer: Fiction not fact. All these beautiful guys belong to themselves. Jensen and Jared belong to each other, we all know that :D Only the words are mine. No copyright infringement intended for the use of the MLB teams/players/logos, the Toronto Star, or Rogers Sportsnet. This is for fun, not profit.
Summary: While the culprit behind the real fake gay marriage (or is that the fake real gay marriage?) is revealed, Jensen realizes that he never stopped to consider one important factor in this whole mess: the Padaleckis. Somebody's got a whole lotta explaining to do, and apparently, it's not gonna be Jared. The wuss.
A/N: Okay, I know updates have been few and far between in recent months, but I have an excellent excuse. I just quit a crappy job, and moved across the Atlantic and back home to Canada, along with all my stuff (and there was a lot of stuff) and now it's done and yeah, sure, I'm unemployed, but hopefully not for long. On the upside (I hope) - I'm writing again! In fact, Part 21 is also complete and will be posted on the weekend. So in the meantime, here: have happy boys in love.
Enjoy! Comments = Love!
| Master Post |
TWENTY: SLIDING HOME
"What the fuck?"
"That's what I thought, and said, about a million times in my head," Jensen remarked, thinking that stupefied was a good look on Mike. The expressions on everyone else's faces ranged from smug (that was Mark, and since he always tended to look smug, Jensen didn't think he counted, but whatever) to shocked. Then he caught the slight pout on Jared's face and grinned. "Not that I regret it or anything."
Jared's ensuing smile was blinding, and the embrace he was suddenly engulfed in was crushing. And the kiss that capped it all off? Was perfection itself.
"Jeez, get a freakin' room," Chad grumbled, and he was whacked upside the head by Misha for his trouble.
Jared and Jensen smiled at each other from where they were squashed together on the big leather armchair in Jensen's living room, everyone else haphazardly sprawled on the floor and over every other available piece of furniture in the room.
"You wanna tell us how you pulled it off, Mikey?" Jared asked the burning question that was on everyone's minds.
Mike looked taken aback. "Me? I had nothing to do with it! I had my hands full getting the Front Office and restaurant staff coordinated. Never mind the flying messages and shit. I told Tommy to handle it," he claimed, raising his eyebrow superciliously at the man in question.
Tom didn't look at all amused. "Yeah," he huffed, "because it wasn't like I had much to do what with organizing the cake and the invitations and the caterers and the goddamn florist who gave us carnations in spite of my insisting that I didn't want carnations..."
"Jesus," Mike chuckled, "breathe."
Tom glared at him, grinding his teeth, before pinning Misha with a glance. "I told you to take care of the fake marriage license."
The other guys, who were watching the exchange like one would watch a dodgeball game about to go horribly wrong, looked to Misha expectantly.
Misha pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and appeared to be taking several deep, fortifying breaths. Either that, or he was staving off an aneurysm. When his hand fell away, his face was flushed and frustrated, and his eyes flashed blue fire. "Chad Michael Murray!" He rounded on the culprit. "I ask you to do one goddamn thing!"
Chad shrugged nonchalantly. "What? You said it had to look authentic and I figured - what's more authentic than the real thing? I didn't think it would count but the girl at Registry Services was kinda hot and maybe I got a little distracted," Chad got a weird faraway look in his eyes. "Yup, I'm pretty sure she had a bangin' bod!"
"Oh my God - are you physically incapable of keeping it in your pants?" Misha glared at him.
"Wait, man, this is still on you as far as I'm concerned - how could you let Mayhem handle the license?" Zach asked him, and then quickly ducked behind Chris as a deadly decorative cushion flew at his head.
"What Zach meant was," Chris rubbed his face where the cushion had hit him and grinned, "he did earn that nickname, it wasn't like he stumbled upon it by accident."
"I thought I could trust him," Misha grumbled, "he is a grown man."
"Misha, if you thought that - you need your head checked," John laughed. "It took me all of an hour to know I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him."
"Took me five minutes," Aldis contributed, cackling.
"I'm right here, assholes!" Chad yelled, glaring at them both.
"Dude, we're not blaming you," Cory smirked, raising an accusing eyebrow at the team's first baseman.
"I hate you all," Misha groused as the rest of them laughed.
"Wait, wait," Mike suddenly piped up, "when TJ married Michaela last summer, I remember it being way more complicated..."
"Yeah - you can't put this on me," Chad declared plaintively, looking upset, his gaze darting to Misha's harassed face. "I told her I just wanted it to look real. I didn't say file the goddamn papers."
Misha levelled him with a glare. "Did you bang her?"
"Dude. In the backseat of my covertible. With the top down! Who's the man?"
Misha looked like he was contemplating first-degree homicide. "So you gave her the Chad Michael Murray Special. Wham, bam, and not even a thank you, ma'am?"
"We had an away game the next day!"
"The season wasn't even in full swing yet, asswipe!"
"Oh. Right. Meh." Remorse was obviously not a word in Chad's vocabulary.
"In other words - totally his fault. The bitch probably wanted karmic justice and took it out on these two," Misha said, whalloping Chad on the back of his head again for good measure.
"Ow!" Chad pouted, rubbing his noggin. "Do you see these guys complaining? I did them a fucking favour!"
"Can't argue with that, man," Jared smirked, holding out his fist so Chad could return the fist-pump. Chad looked superciliously at Misha as Jensen stared down his husband.
"Don't encourage him."
"See?" Chad addressed his beleaguered roommate. "Because of me, Jared here now gets to tap Jensen's hot ass whenever he wants." He leered at Jensen. "Dude. You're welcome."
Jensen's jaw dropped in shock, but the other guys just burst out laughing, Jared included.
They were so loud that they almost didn't hear the doorbell, but luckily Zach had sharp ears and bounded up to go get the door. He came back looking like a deer caught in the proverbial headlights of an oncoming disaster, and Jensen couldn't fault him for it.
The Padaleckis had come to visit.
Shit.
And there he was with Jared snuggled in his arms.
Shit.
He pushed Jared to the floor in his haste to rise, blinking in surprise and breathing in deep gusts, while cursing himself six ways from Sunday for forgetting about the Padaleckis coming to visit.
There was a sudden cacophony of sound as the guys greeted Jared's family, momentarily distracting them as Jared glared at him while rubbing his undoubtedly sore ass. Jensen just shrugged helplessly and tried not to hyperventilate.
What was proper etiquette here?
Hi Mr. and Mrs. Padalecki - turns out I'm not fake-married to your son. We're really married and we're in love. And oh, by the way, we're gay.
Jesus. H. Christ.
Jensen pleadingly looked to Mike for help as Jared went forward to greet his family. That would take a while, Jensen knew from experience, and maybe Mike could come up with an exit strategy for him while the Padaleckis did their hugging thing. It didn't, however, stop Sherri Padalecki from inviting them all out to dinner whilst in the midst of their hugfest.
"Wow, thanks, Mrs. P, but er... we have a thing," Mike hedged, nudging Tom for back up. "Don't we have that thing?"
Tom nodded briskly. "We do. With the guys."
"Yeah," Chris piped up, "big plans."
"We've had them for weeks," John added.
"Right - it'll cost us to cancel 'em," Cory chipped in.
"And I don't do... family," Mark mentioned, and Cory frowned at him.
"Me neither," Chad chimed in, "I'm outtie."
"You're an idiot," Misha grumbled in response.
"Not my family or anyone else's. Except at Christmas," Mark elaborated, no nonsense as usual, shrugging at Cory before addressing Jared's mother. "No offense or nothing, ma'am."
"None taken," she told him, looking a little bemused.
And then suddenly, there was a mass exodus of traitorous teammates and Jensen honestly wished he could have snuck out with the rest of them and left Jared to explain their marriage to his parents.
Look - it was an already established fact that Jensen was a coward. So sue him.
He sighed when Sherri held out her arms to him. Resistance was futile as per the norm when dealing with any sort of Padalecki. He surrendered to another group hug, and then realized that this might just be his last Padahug before Jared's parents killed him for corrupting their precious son, and so he gave back as good as he got, ending the epic embrace with a big kiss for Jared's momma.
She blushed prettily. "Oh you!" She exclaimed, patting his chest. "Is it my imagination or do you get more handsome every time I see you?"
This time, Jensen blushed, although if anyone called him pretty, he would punch their lights out.
"He gets more handsome every time I see him too," Jared informed his family with an affectionate wink in Jensen's direction, and way to be subtle, Jensen couldn't help but think.
It just figured that the very day he gets his freedom from his father, was the day he gets flayed by the friendliest family on earth. And apparently he was annoyingly alliterative when his life was on the line.
Megan giggled and poked her brother in the stomach. "You see him every day."
"Statement still stands," Jared told her with a smirk.
"How about some coffee?" Jared's dad asked as Jeff excused himself in search of the bathroom. The entire family automatically made their way into the kitchen as Sherri took over and put the coffee on, Jared directing her as to where everything was. Jensen quietly collapsed onto the closest chair, waiting to take his cues from Jared.
"All right," Sherri stated as soon as Jeff rejoined them, "what's the plan?" Confused, Jensen just blinked at her. She huffed and rolled her eyes. "How are we gonna stop this sham of a wedding?"
Jensen's jaw dropped and he rounded on his husband. "You told them?"
"Jensen, do you even know me at all? Of course I told them," Jared patted his shoulder. "Besides, I said I would kidnap you if nothing else worked, and I meant it. And kidnapping's a felony, Jen - of course I wanted to give my family a heads up, just in case your daddy sent the feds after us and we had to go on the lam."
"The feds? The lam?" Jensen looked at him, agape. "That's it. No more cheesy cop shows for you."
Jared ignored him. "There's no need for planning anymore, Momma. There's not gonna be a wedding!" Jared gleefully informed them. "And Jensen weaseled his way out of the deal with his dad and he's coming back to baseball!"
The resultant shouts of joy were slightly deafening, but Jensen couldn't help but grin at the abject joy on the faces of Jared's family.
"You come here and give me a hug, young man," Sherri ordered, arms akimbo again.
"Yes, ma'am," Jensen gladly complied.
"Yes, mom," she laughingly corrected, and Jensen froze in her arms. Sherri looked up at him in concern. "Jensen?"
"It's nothing," Jensen hastily blurted out, "everything's fine."
"So tell us how you outsmarted your old man, son," Gerry insisted, rubbing his hands together as if bracing himself for a good story. Jensen smiled at him and relayed the tale, Jared pitching in to fill in the blanks.
"Wait - you were there too?" Jeff asked his brother. "At the board meeting?"
"Er... I was in the neighborhood?"
"Forget about the deal with his daddy," Megan implored, "how'd you break out of the marriage merger?"
Jensen gulped and immediately darted a glance at Jared. Jared. His loving husband, who merely smiled at him, dimples poking deep into his cheeks. "Yeah Jen - how did you get outta that pesky marriage merger?" The big, yellow-bellied, gutless wuss was leaving it all up to him. Oh, he would so make Jared pay for this later.
"Er..." Jensen hemmed and hawed and then just got it over with in one quick breath. "I'm already married."
"WHAT?" He visibly flinched as four loud voices chorused the question.
"So the prank wedding the guys made us go through? Turns out it wasn't as fake as we thought it was and Jared and I are married. For real. And it's all Chad's fault, but it helped me get out of the marriage merger because bigamy is illegal in the state of Texas, and my father wanted us to get an annulment, but we've been living together for so long, that's outta the question, and there's no way I'm divorcing Jared - not when I love him so much anyway, and he loves me too, so it's all good, and did I mention that Chad did it?"
"Breathe, baby," Jared murmured, chuckling into Jensen's neck as he pulled him in for a cuddle.
And wait just a goddamn minute... what?
"Oh my God!" Megan exclaimed breathily, and Jensen felt brave enough to look at the Padaleckis again. "Oh. My. God!" This time Megan squealed, her voice pitched to decibels only dolphins and bats should be able to hear, but Jensen couldn't pause to ponder the physics of soundwaves any further because Megan launched herself at him with all the grace of a Mack truck. He caught her in his arms and stumbled back into Jared, who caught them both in his. Sherri gaped at them over her daughter's shoulder, while Gerry and Jeff guffawed and slapped Jared on the back.
Jensen kept his eyes on Sherri, not exactly sure what was going on with the rest of Jared's family. They weren't looking quite as shocked as he had expected them to, although... yup - there it was. The dreaded tears. Pooling in Jared's momma's hazel eyes and Jensen felt like he was dying inside. His own eyes prickled as he gently disengaged Megan's arms from around his waist.
"I'm so sorry," he told Sherri. "I'm so sorry you had to find out this way, but we... we're... I would never hurt him. You know that, right? I want what's best for him and I want to make him happy just like you do..." And crying was apparently contagious, and he was a useless sap.
"Oh honey," Sherri framed his face in her hands and brushed away his tears. "Baby boy. You are what's best for him." And then she hugged him, warm, tight and close, and it was bliss and a blessing all rolled into one. Especially when the rest of the family joined in as they were wont to do from the first moment he had met them. Stranger to son in an instant, and apparently that was the way it was going to stay.
"Welcome to our family, son," Gerry smiled at him over his wife's head. "For real this time."
Jensen smiled so hard his cheeks hurt from the effort, but Jared was there to kiss the pain away, and everything was good and as it should be, and Jared was a sneaky bastard who had already told his family what the real deal was between them, and this was what true love and real happiness felt like, and damned if this day wasn't the best day of Jensen Ackles' life so far.
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Jared sighed happily as Jensen unlocked the door and let them into the apartment. Dinner with his family had been - well, noisy - but good, especially if Jensen's laughter had been anything to go by. Jared had sworn right there at the dinner table - if only to himself - that he would do whatever it took to keep Jensen happy and laughing for the rest of their lives.
They had barely made it over the threshold before his arms wrapped themselves around his husband's body. It was as if they couldn't help but reach out and touch Jensen whenever he was within arm's length. Jared figured Jensen had to be used to it by now.
The kissing, on the other hand, was still kind of new and exciting. And there were so many places of interest on his man's body that just begged to be kissed. Like the back of his neck, for example, Jared thought as he pressed a kiss right there.
Mmm. Delightful.
And that tiny bump behind Jensen's ear? Tantalizing, he thought as Jensen turned in his arms. Jared continued pressing tiny little kisses along Jensen's jaw, like mapping out a trail to his mesmerizing mouth, and that delicious little dip in his chin.
"How do you do that?" Jensen moaned as Jared rubbed their cheeks together, revelling in the raspy fuzz of soft stubble against skin.
"Do what?"
"Leave me breathless?" Jensen gasped. "And all you're doing is kissing me. And it's not even like it's real kissing. And yet..."
"And yet?" Jared asked, nipping at the bow of his husband's upper lip.
"No one's ever made me feel the way you make me feel," Jensen said, his voice wondrous, his hands roaming possessively over Jared's shoulders, seeking purchase, and finally finding it in Jared's hair. Jared smiled against Jensen's mouth, just before capturing it in a heady, searing kiss.
"Love you," he murmured, maneuvering them towards the bedroom, peeling Jensen's jacket off and dropping it along the way.
Jensen smiled up at him, his bright green eyes lit up with joy. "Ditto."
"Ditto?" Jared chuckled, tugging at his tie until it loosened enough for him to pull it up and over Jensen's head. "Seriously?"
"What? That is totally a valid response to your earlier declaration," Jensen smirked as he nibbled on the side of Jared's neck while he worked the buttons of his shirt open, toeing off his own shoes at the same time. Such an excellent little multitasker, Jared mused.
"By the way," Jensen began, momentarily distracted by Jared ripping his shirt off, buttons flying across the plush carpet of the bedroom floor, in his haste to get Jensen naked now. "Why does everyone think you're gonna be the one tapping my ass?"
Jared smirked down at his irate husband. "Simple. Your ass is hot and I would be an idiot not to want to tap this," he remarked, goosing the hot ass in question to punctuate his statement.
Jensen yelped. Like a girl. It was freakin' adorable, so Jared hugged him. Again. And then kissed him again, for good measure.
"Your ass is hot too," Jensen made it sound like a complaint, "how come they don't think I'm gonna tap that?"
"Maybe it's because you're more... er... petite," Jared said as seriously as he could possibly manage, but ruined the effect by chuckling as Jensen frowned up at him. He undid Jensen's belt and slid it out of its loops in an evasive maneuver.
"Ow!"
"Sorry."
"Yeah, right." Jensen sighed as he unzipped Jared's pants, his thumb very gratifyingly rubbing along the length of Jared's hardening cock. "Everyone just assumes I'm the catcher in this relationship."
"You're imagining things."
"Mike and Tom and Kane and Carlson and Boreanaz and even fucking Pej and Benji all texted me during dinner."
Jared laughed out loud. "Is that why you looked like you wanted to declare war on your dessert?"
"Those assholes we play with totally coordinated their text attack," Jensen grumbled, holding out his arms in a silent entreaty for a snuggle that Jared was only too happy to indulge. "Have I mentioned that I hate them?"
"Poor baby."
"Kiss me better?"
"Always," Jared smiled, and tumbled a now gloriously naked Jensen onto the bed, aligning their bodies, and kissing his husband to within an inch of his life. When he came up for air, Jensen blinked blearily up at him, looking dazzled and entirely too delectable for words. "You are so freakin' cute, you know that?"
"You make me sound like a five year old."
"Er... eww."
Jensen sniggered as Jared shucked off the remainder of his own clothing until finally, mercifully, it was just skin against skin. Not to mention freckles galore. And right there, naked in bed with Jensen, Jared found his happy place.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm... you're beautiful," Jared murmured appreciatively, kissing his way down Jensen's writhing body, pausing to lick and suck at one rosy nipple, then making sure to pay proper homage to the other before moving on to his belly button, stopping to swirl his tongue into that tiniest of abysses there, prior to hitting paydirt.
Jared pressed a reverent kiss to the base of Jensen's cock. His hard, gorgeous, leaking cock that conveniently pointed upwards as if waiting for Jared's mouth. And who was he to deny it, Jared thought abstractedly as he, for the first time in his life, put another man's dick in his mouth.
Jensen responded by almost bucking them both off the bed with a shocked sound of pleasure. "Jared," he groaned, as Jared went to town, sucking and slurping along Jensen's cock like it was pure candy-coated indulgence. "Jared - fuck - I'm not gonna last if you keep that up."
"That's kind of the idea, Jen," Jared paused to say.
"No!" Jensen grabbed him and hauled him up until they were at eye level with each other. "I want you... well, not like that."
Jared crooked an eyebrow up at him. "Then like what?" Jensen's gaze, suddenly endearingly shy, shifted off to the side. Jared chuckled. "Say it, Jen."
"I want you to... tap my ass."
"Yes!" Jared pumped his fist in the air. "Mikey so owes me a c-note!"
"What?" Jensen snapped.
"He was sure you would want to pitch our first time up at the plate."
"So you made a bet with him?" Jensen squawked, smacking him on the shoulder.
"What?" Jared huffed out a laugh. "I was totally gonna share my winnings with you!"
"You suck."
"Well, I was gonna," Jared playfully leered down at him, "but somebody stopped me."
"I think I feel a headache coming on," Jensen teased, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
"You can just lie there and let me do all the work, angel," Jared assured him, "I swear I'll make it good for you."
"You'd better," Jensen told him, serious now, and maybe a touch nervous as well. Jared leaned down until their noses brushed.
"I would die before I hurt you," Jared promised, just as fervently.
"You would never hurt me," Jensen said softly, sounding so sure that Jared's heart rate sped up a notch or two.
"That's right, 'cause you're everything to me and I love you so much, Jensen..." Jared stopped, burying his face in his husband's neck, taking a moment to compose himself.
"Sap," Jensen accused, smiling as he pulled him up for another kiss. "Now shut up and fuck me already."
"Of course you'd be a bossy bottom," Jared groused mischievously, as he leaned over to the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lube.
He slicked up his fingers first, his eyes locked with Jensen's as his hand trailed downwards, thumb grazing over the sensitve tip of his cock, down past his balls, over soft skin until he reached his entrance. Jared let his fingers play at the tiny pucker there, watching the nuances of Jensen's face as he touched him intimately for the first time. His breath caught when Jensen's did, just as he slid one finger inside, snug and wet and warm. Jensen bit his lip and moaned and the sound went straight to Jared's dick, and just when he didn't think he could get any harder than he already was, he felt himself growing and swelling against Jensen's thigh.
He eased his finger as deep inside Jensen as it would go before pulling it out again, plunging in and out repeatedly before adding a second finger, carefully working Jensen open as he panted in Jared's arms. Once Jensen was used to the stretch, Jared used whatever knowledge he had gleaned from the internet and angled his fingers, massaging gently, seeking out the pleasure center that would make this sex mind-blowing for his husband.
When Jensen's entire upper body shot off the bed, his head colliding with Jared's as he shouted in pleasure, Jared grinned smugly to himself.
"Holy. Shit." Jensen managed to rasp out, color flooding into his face. "Do that again," he requested reverently. Jared obliged with a smirk, his fingers fluttering excruciatingly slow over Jensen's prostate.
Jensen shivered and moaned and writhed and it was the single hottest thing Jared had even seen in his life. "Fuck, Jen."
"Again, again - don't stop," Jensen babbled as Jared sped up his ministrations, adding another finger, scissoring them, stretching Jensen wider for his cock. "Jared," Jensen urged, and the hands that had fisted in the sheets, grappled at Jared's shoulders. "Fuck me - get inside me. Now, Jared, now!"
If Jared hadn't been so turned on himself, he would have laughed. Talk about bossy.
But he was focused on the task at hand, focused on Jensen, focused on making this the best sex of their lives. He slicked up his hand with a little more lube and grasped his dick, working along the length a couple of times to ease his way into Jensen. At the first push inside, they both froze and shit - this was harder than porn made it look.
"Umm..." Jensen started, skin aflame, panic in his eyes.
"It'll work," Jared assured him, gasping for breath.
"You didn't win that Biggest Dick plaque for nothing."
Jared laughed and it helped to ebb his tension a little. "You know, I read that this is easier the first time if you... er... catch on all fours."
From the look of relief on Jensen's face, he was all for that plan. "Let's try that then," he huffed as Jared pulled back, disappointed to see Jensen's erection flagging a little.
This was so not the way he pictured their first time.
Although there was absolutely nothing wrong with the picture before him right now.
Jared blinked as Jensen positioned himself on his knees, his ass - and goddamn, it redefined hot - in the air, legs spread and hole slightly stretched, waiting on Jared.
Jared looked down at himself. Yup. Just got harder. How in hell was he supposed to get through this without coming apart at the seams? Pun intended of course.
"Just get it over with Jared," Jensen gritted out. "We've got the rest of our lives to refine our technique."
Jared pouted even though Jensen wasn't looking. "But I wanted this time to be perfect." And that made Jensen look at him.
"It's already perfect. It's you. It's me. That's what makes it perfect. Now get to it, sunshine."
"So, so bossy," Jared grumbled to himself, lining up his leaking cock at Jensen's hole again, this time pushing in, slow and steady until he breached that first ring of muscle.
"Fuck," they breathed in unison, and before Jared could compose himself, Jensen pushed back against him, pulling Jared deeper into his body, until finally, between the two of them, Jared slid all the way inside.
"Home safe," he muttered, falling against Jensen's back and leaning forward to kiss his ear.
"Not yet, babe," Jensen chuckled, his heart racing beneath the hand Jared had placed on his chest. "Move, Jared. Fuck me."
And how was he supposed to resist that?
So Jared fucked him. Slow and deep and then, when that wasn't enough, raw and fast, angling his hips until his cock brushed along Jensen's prostate with every thrust. Jensen moaned, loud and lurid, and every sound was impetus for Jared to do more, make this better, make it last longer, even when it felt like plunging into Jensen's tight, wet heat was killing him. When the pressure became almost unbearable, he closed his hand around Jensen's cock as he stroked along its length, fisting tight, giving Jensen something to push forward into like he was pushing back into Jared. It was all too much, too soon, too fast, as Jensen suddenly reared up, practically seated on Jared's thighs, head lolled back onto Jared's shoulder, mindless with pleasure, relentless in the way his body moved, riding Jared mercilessly on his way to completion.
And then, with a keening cry that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep within his soul, Jensen came in Jared's fist, shooting long and hard, his entire body shuddering with the effort, his muscles clenching in climax, gripping Jared's cock in a vise, and that was it. Jared came harder than he could ever remember, filling Jensen with his come and just the thought of that alone was hot enough to almost bring him to orgasm again.
"I think," Jensen panted, "if you perfected your technique any more, you'd actually kill me."
Jared didn't know where he summoned the energy to laugh, but he did. Then he gently kissed Jensen's jaw and carefully eased himself out of his husband's body.
"Eww," Jensen squirmed.
"Eww?" Jared asked, affronted.
Jensen shot him an over-the-shoulder smirk that was sexy and cute and should have been illegal in all fifty states and Canada. "You try it from this end next time and we'll see how you feel."
"Deal," Jared chuckled, faceplanting in bed beside where Jensen had flopped over.
"Oh no," Jensen jabbed him with an elbow. "Top is on clean-up duty."
"Top can't move."
"I don't see why not," Jensen said around a wide yawn, "seeing as how I did most of the work."
"Is that right?"
"That's right."
"Huh," Jared groused, playfully nipping a freckled shoulder before he rolled out of bed and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom to clean them both off. He was gently wiping his come from Jensen's body when his husband, who had been watching him with a sultry, half-lidded gaze, grabbed him and yanked him down until their bodies were pressed flush against each other, and their faces were an inch apart.
"I love you," Jensen whispered, delicately brushing their mouths together. Jared grinned unabashedly and pressed deeper into the kiss.
"Ditto."
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