Doing Life With The Boy Next Door, 2/2 [R] Jensen/Jared
**
Jared was freaking out. He was sitting in the house, alone.
Alone like he had been all weekend. Jensen had been distant and mysterious for weeks and Jared had no idea what to make of it. Things had gone absolutely insane over the last few months.
Jensen had gotten quiet and nothing Jared tried had garnered any kind of information out Jensen. He had known him far too long not to know when something was going on. He knew when Jensen wasn’t sharing and now one was one of those times.
He had been okay with it at first figuring that Jensen would get over whatever it was,, but it wasn’t going away and Jensen hadn’t calmed down and now he was freaking out because this is just is what happened when Jensen was about ready to dump him again.
He had played this game from the time that he was thirteen. He could read the signs.
He knew that things had been strained and hard, but after everything he couldn’t figure out what was wrong exactly because nothing was wrong. Well nothing was more wrong than usual.
Jensen had been running errands all weekend and it was making Jared bored and it was completely freaking him out.
So Jared looked to try out this idea.
“Jensen is going to dump me,” Jared told Megan over the phone. Jared was hanging upside down on the very flexible chair wrapping the phone chord around his neck.
“Jensen isn’t going to dump you,” Megan said sounding distracted on the other end of the phone line, “Quit lying around the house feeling sorry for yourself and go and take a walk with the dogs.”
Jared sighed a million miles long. He debated actually strangling himself with the phone cord and after realizing that a phone cord probably wouldn’t hold a two hundred pound guy. So he went to take the dogs for a walk.
He tried calling his family. None of them picked up. So he immediately decided that Jensen was going to dump him and take both families with him. Jared was about three houses down from his mile long walk when he finally reached someone.
“Jared, what is going on honey?” Sharon said softly, “Your message sounded frantic, is everything okay?”
“Only if you think that Jensen dumping me is okay.” Jared said, a little frazzled by this point. He was used to everyone paying attention to him, and his world was falling apart.
Or at least it was in his head.
Sharon knew her son well enough, “Jared, do you want to come and have some pie?”
“My life is falling apart and you offer me pie.” Jared pouted.
“I just made blueberry,” Sharon said softly.
“Fine.” Jared said huffily, “But I want ice-cream, too.”
**
Jared sat in his mother’s kitchen, glumly eating the pie.
“Jared, honey,” Sharon said softly, “Why do you think that Jensen is going to dump you.”
“Because he forgot,” Jared said, blueberries spraying out of his mouth.
Sharon pursed her lips and nodded, “What did he forget honey.”
Jared looked up at his mother with wide eyes and shrugged, “I get it you know. Life has become hard; we’ve had a tough year. I totally get that it isn’t on his mind but he forgot, he’s never forgotten. Not even when he wasn’t talking to me.”
“Jared, what are you talking about,” Sharon asked patiently.
Jared picked at the pie.
Donna let herself into the house and came to stand next to Sharon. She looked at Jared’s face.
She rubbed the back of his neck, “Jared, what is wrong?”
Jared just sighed.
“Jared thinks Jensen is going to dump him,” Sharon said, exchanging a wink with Donna.
Donna tried not to grin, “I thought that Jensen was the fatalist?.”
Jared just stabbed at the pie, “Apparently I’m now the fatalistic doomed one and Jensen is the happy go lucky one who doesn’t really pay attention, and it’s a fabulous turn of events.
Sharon checked her watch and nodded to Donna.
“Jared, Jensen was wants you to find him,” Donna said quietly handing him a note.
Jared looked up at her startled. He looked at the envelope and was completely jarred. He didn’t really find this making any sense.
Jared read the note, ‘Go to where we had our first kiss.’
He read the note again, “Jensen is under the porch?”
Sharon smiled and kissed his cheek, “Jared, just have faith. Just follow the clues.”
Jared nodded, realizing something was going on.
He looked up at them, a little lost, “Is Jensen…”
The mother’s joined arms and smiled. Donna motioned to the porch.
“Shoo boy,” Sharon drawled, “Your boy is looking for you.”
Jared wondered out of his parent’s house to the Ackles’ porch. He eyed the small distance between the ground and the porch.
“There seemed to be more room before the growth spurt,” Jared muttered.
Sharon looked at her son and raised an eyebrow, “And tell me my sweet innocent son, what were you doing under the Ackles’ porch at thirteen?”
Jared dimpled and gave his mother his most angelic expression, “Just talking, momma.”
Donna let out a very uncharacteristic snort.
Sharon crossed her arms, “You guys do know that you can see under the porch from the kitchen window.”
Jared’s smile faltered, “Oh.”
Sharon tried not to laugh, “Oh, indeed. Now I’d love to see my suddenly hulking son crawl under the porch once again.”
Jared looked at the porch and he was almost glad that it was there to crawl underneath, because honestly it was better than knowing that his mother had seen him make out with Jensen.
At thirteen.
He had started to grow pretty soon after that and the porch became too small for the two boys.
And now, about 70 pounds of muscles heavier, he squeezed through the narrow opening, the dry leaves and grass crinkling under his hands. Underneath the porch was cozy and for a second and Jared closed his eyes and felt peace. It was like being underwater, still, and for a moment he was safe in a place that held innocent and honest memories.
He saw the paper taped to one of the legs of the porch. He smiled at the pink piece of paper, knowing perfectly well what this was.
He let out a laugh and scrunched backwards towards the light again.
He stood up, slightly grass stained, and with dirt on his cheek.
The mothers looked at him.
Jared held out the pink slip.
Sharon rolled her eyes, Donna cocked her head in thought.
“Is this why you got detention constantly through the seventh grade?” Donna asked speculatively, “The only time in your life that you boys were ever in trouble was that year. This was not a coincidence.”
Jared gave his mother that good old boy smile and kissed her and his boyfriend’s mother and moved toward his car.
He drove to the junior high school.
After they kissed it wasn’t really easy because for some reason they kept kissing and they found it impossible to stop kissing, and their friendship evaporated over night.
However they found themselves in detention one morning after fighting the day before. Jared had basketball and Jensen had drama so they found themselves in morning detention. It wasn’t the most popular time for detention and Jared and Jensen were together every morning for a week with the almost deaf and partially narcoleptic Mr. Friedens.
What they couldn’t be when there were other people around, they could be in the quiet morning hours. They’d talk about life and joke around in a way that they just couldn’t in the halls. They didn’t have to worry that their faces were giving everything away; they could just be together.
So over the course of the year they were in detention more often than not. There were minor offenses, disruptive outbursts, throwing things in lunch, and that one memorable time that they had a water fight in lunch that got them a whole month of detention.
It was the only way that they knew how to be with each other back then.
Jared wondered around his old junior high. If under the porch seemed small, his high school seemed way too small.
He walked into the morning detention room and he wondered how he ever fit in those desks.
A loud clearing of the throat drew him from his reminiscing.
Jeff sat at the desk at the front of the room with his feet up.
Jared looked at him.
He bit into an apple and chewed loudly.
“First, little brother,” Jeff said while chewing, “I really want to thank you for spending your junior high years as such a juvenile delinquent. It made my final years at high school wonderful because the ‘rents were watching you and not watching me. It was fabulous.”
Jared just raised an eyebrow, put his hands in his pockets and nodded, “I’m glad that my sexual confusion and relationship befuddlement with Jensen helped to ease the glare of our parents.”
“You aren’t totally worthless as a brother,” Jeff acknowledged.
“You’re welcome,” Jared said, holding out his hand, “Can I have my clue.”
Jeff took out an envelope and opened it himself; Jeff looked up at Jared and raised an eyebrow.
“What happened at the rec center basketball court?” Jeff asked.
Jared thought for a moment, “Jensen lost at HORSE.”
Jeff looked at him skeptically, “Fine, don’t tell me. I don’t really want to know. I want to keep that place pristine in my mind.”
Jared thought for a moment, “You do know that we had some good clean fun at times.”
Jeff looked around the detention room, “When you weren’t in detention or having the secret sex?”
Jared left. He had a feeling that today was just going to be like this.
Actually the last year had been like this.
He was kind of getting used to it. It was almost endearing, these days, because the more that people kept bringing up these little quirks and the intimacies it made it more solid.
It made their relationship feel like something really real.
**
Megan stood in the basketball court. He watched her shoot hoops for a moment, she was really good.
Finally she turned to look at him.
“Come on stalker boy,” she said, “Wanna play HORSE to get your next clue?”
Jared shrugged and smiled at her, “I’m starting to get curious and I just want to find out where this is all going.”
Megan laughed, “Do you still think Jensen is going to dump you.”
“Could go either way,” Jared replied nonchalantly.
Megan held up an envelope, “You can have this if you answer me a question.”
“Yes my dear blackmailing sister,” Jared sighed, “Blackmail away.”
Megan smiled, “Why here? You would never have sex on a basketball court, it’s too sacred.”
Jared bit his bottom lip.
Megan held up the envelope and shook it a bit.
“It was the summer after junior year,” Jared said softly, “We were playing and laughing and we stood right there.”
He pointed to the free throw line.
“I asked him to give me a shot and not the basketball kind,” Jared said even more quietly, “I put it all there out there as we stood right there. I asked that he stop seeing people, hiding was fine, but only if he was just with me. I told him I would. I asked him if we could be together. We couldn’t tell anyone, but we would know. We agreed right there to give it a shot. To see if we could be together.”
“Without anyone knowing?” Megan asked softly.
“I was tired of it being just a fling and it nearly killed me every time he fucked some girl or on two very agonizing occasions, a guy, but I wasn’t ready to make it public,” Jared admitted, “Jensen agreed. For two years it was only him.”
Megan handed him the envelope.
“Now it might be again,” she said mysteriously.
Jared couldn’t meet her eyes. This was just too embarrassing. He opened the envelope.
The paper read Mrs. Peterson.
Jared rolled his eyes and looked at Megan because this wasn’t in Jensen’s handwriting.
Megan just grinned, “You were supposed to go to our church where I don’t want to know what the heck happened there because that is a million kinds of wrong. Mackenzie didn’t want to spend time in the church so we picked a similar church. Except for, you know, next to condoms and lube and spermicide.”
Jared glared at her, “Stop hanging out with Mackenzie.”
Megan just walked over to her brother and laid a gentle kiss on his cheek, “Whatever you say big brother.”
**
Jared walked toward the family planning isle.
Mackenzie was standing there apparently comparing Lifestyles with Trojan condoms.
He walked up to her and cleared his throat. She held up the Trojans.
“I think these are better,” she said conversationally, “What do you and Jensen find best. I mean I don’t have a dick so I don’t actually know these things, I can’t ask Jensen because he’s my brother, but you’re kind of safe.”
Jared let out a sigh. Some days he wondered how Jensen was able to withstand his wonderful randomness. Today he had his answer. Mackenzie had paved the way for Jensen to totally think that Jared was something close to normal.
“You so go bareback don’t you,” Mackenzie said solemnly, “I mean that is a fine option after being in a committed relationship.”
If this had been anyone else Jared would have made an off color comment which would have been too embarrassing for them to continue with this vein of thought. However Mackenzie and Sophia were weird and would continue to ask questions until their sex life was meticulously laid out.
“Do you have something for me?” Jared asked holding out his hand.
“You’re no more fun than Jensen,” Mackenzie sighed, “Can you believe that he wanted me to go to a fucking church.”
She handed him an invitation.
Jared looked at the colorful banner for ‘Night Under the Stars’, their senior prom.
Mackenzie looked over his shoulder. Well she looked around his elbow.
“My big brother is a sap,” Mackenzie sighed, “Or did he blow you in the lobby?”
Jared cocked his head and looked at the invitation, “We danced on the roof.”
Mackenzie sighed a million miles of disappointment, “You two are ridiculously lame. I’m kind of ashamed.”
**
Sophia stood on the roof of the hotel.
“So this is where you went?” Sophia said, looking down at the lights of San Antonio.
Jared closed his eyes and thought about that night. Sophia had come with Jensen and they were ensconced in their crew. Jared was with the jocks and his little tiny blonde date. It was a night for everyone else. They didn’t have long for just the two of them together. They had a few moments between people noticing that they were missing. They had only one dance. They didn’t know who should lead. ; So neither of them did.
They just danced.
They couldn’t really be together that night, but they could have this, a moment stolen away. They didn’t like it, but they understood.
And for seven minutes, with no real music they danced for the first and really only time in their lives. They had seven minutes on their prom night and that was enough to last. It always was.
“He slept all clothed with me that night, while you got Mary Kate Olson drunk enough so she would pass out before trying to sleep with you, which wasn’t a very good moral thing,” Sophia said and thought for a moment, “You guys always did that hiding thing didn’t you, the holidays, the weekends you made it look like he was with else someone on the traditional holidays and events. You both did.”
Jared opened his eyes.
“I had all the in-between days,” Jared said quietly, “I had all the normal times.”
Sophia looked at him sadly, “J-Pad, was it enough?”
“It had to be,” Jared said, because the memories that Jensen had brought him through had been what they had been able to handle.
“It doesn’t have to be anymore,” Sophia said, “You get all the days now.”
Jared nodded and wrung his hands together, “Do you know what is at the end of this?”
Sophia smiled and showed him the famous family dimples.
“Of course, but I’m never going to tell,” Sophia said zipping up her lips and throwing away the imaginary key.
She handed Jared a business card and reached into his pocket taking the keys, “You’re walking to the next locale. There will be a car there.”
Jared just stood there for a moment, “Jensen really went all out didn’t he? He got everyone involved.”
Sophia dimpled, “I think that he might like you.”
“Really,” Jared said rocking on his feet, “He’s dreamy.”
“I’ll pass him a note in study hall,” Sophia offered.
Jared gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead, “Thank you for taking care of him in high school.”
“Aww,” Sophia said coyly, “If you can’t be the beard for one of your three favorite cousins than what is the point of being family.”
“You’re the best,” Jared said quietly.
“I tell everyone that,” Sophia said patting his cheek, “Now hurry. Don’t keep my prom date waiting.”
**
The next clue lead Jared to a place that was fairly familiar and he had a good idea who would be waiting there. He was just a little uncomfortable about getting there. Josh was a little like Donna for Jared.
They both were so together and productive. It intimidated him a little. He always felt like he was doing something wrong.
Josh stood in front of the Impala with his arms crossed.
He held up his hand.
“Jensen told me that this is where you went when he got his braces off,” Josh said with a sigh, “That was more than I wanted to know.”
That was more than Jensen wanted Josh to know. This was the big spot where it became a little more than crazily making out. This was where, after two years of hand jobs, they took it to the next level. Back then they were dying for more but they were holding out for the braces to come off.
They had been fifteen and in this very field Jared had found out what it was like to have his dick in someone’s mouth. It wasn't until years and a lot of experimentation later that he would find out that Jensen’s mouth was the greatest discovery of the world.
And the reciprocation was mind numbingly awesome. He had felt so goddamned powerful making Jensen moan like he had.
…and his thoughts had wondered a little too far and too graphically.
Jared shifted, because getting hard in font of Josh was going up there as the worst thing that had happened this day.
Josh smirked a little.
“Don’t worry about it,” Josh said, “You two are a trip.”
Jared just nodded, he had forgotten for a moment that Josh was pretty much a second older brother to him.
“Can I have my envelope?” Jared asked curiously.
Josh shook his head and then the Impala’s keys, “Nope, this is the last leg. I’m driving.”
**
Jared thought that being with Josh, chatting about life and being gently prodded with teasing was about as bad as it could get.
He really really wasn’t prepared to walk into ‘Amen’, one of the local gay clubs, to find his father and Jensen’s father drinking tequila with Fred, the big bear of the owner and pretty much the father and historian of the local gay scene.
Josh saddled up to them and Jared took a moment to try to figure out what the hell was going on with his life.
Because this? This was odd even for their whacked out families.
“Hi dad, Alan,” Jared asked curiously.
“Sit down, son,” his father motioned to the empty chair at the table, and handed him a shot glass.
Jeff took that moment to amble out of the bathroom.
“Little bro,” Jeff said loudly, “Long time no see.”
“Three hours, it’s been an eternity,” Jared said taking a shot. For some reason he had the weird feeling that this was going to be some kind of male initiation ritual and he hoped like hell they weren’t going to tell him about the birds and the bees or worst of all proper condom application.
“Son,” Alan said, apparently a few shots deep, “I was okay with this whole gay thing after awhile. This is just another part of him and something I couldn’t deny. I figured that I would have to put up with Chris Kane when he started coming around. It is just kind of a family thing. I figured none of you kids have good taste, so I just kind of gave up. It had nothing to do with the guy thing.”
Jeff smirked, “The Ackles family has horrible tastes, hence why Jensen is dating with Jensen.”
“I was talking about both of sets of kids,” Alan muttered.
“Oh,” Jeff said dulling.
“Chris Kane freaked us out a little,” Josh said grimacing and staring off into space.
They poured Jared another shot and Jared took it just as something to do.
“It wasn’t so much the fact that he was a guy, it was just him the guy,” Alan said, “I just want you to know we are okay with you. You’re good for him. He always just seemed…”
“Like a frightened colt,” Jeff supplied.
Alan put a hand on his shoulder, “You’re a good kid.”
Jared reached for the bottle because he was way too sober for this whole conversation. His father stopped him.
“Nah,” his father told him, “You’re gonna want to be sober.”
His father held his hand on the tequila bottle for longer than necessary.
“I still think the gay thing is weird,” Gerry sighed and then looked over at Alan, “At least Jensen isn’t a slut.”
“No, that is Jared’s job,” Jeff informed everybody.
Alan raised an eyebrow at Jared. Jared raised his hands, “Not any more.”
Jared took that as a warning. Alan Ackles was a scary man.
Fred looked at Jared, “Let’s not talk about Jensen and Jared until our tongues fall off. They’re good kids. Let’s talk about Jeff’s performance on karaoke night.”
Jared started laughing.
Gerry raised an eyebrow at the bar owner and Jared.
Jeff just turned red.
“Come here often son?” Gerry asked.
Jared toasted him and waited for the explanation to come.
**
An hour and many embarrassing stories later Gerry looked at the clock.
“Its time for you to go,” Jared’s father told him, handing him an envelope.
Jared was mostly sober, but Josh scooped him up.
“I’m designated driver,” Josh announced, picking up Jeff.
Jared just looked at their fathers still at the table.
“We’re leaving our dads in a gay bar?” Jared asked.
Fred just motioned to them, “It’s okay, I’ll take care of them.”
“No too good care of them,” Jeff slurred just a little.
“Nah,” Gerry said , “They’re not our type here, but your mothers’ kind of appreciate us being here more than out where we’re ogling boobies.”
“Dad,” Jared shrieked, “Please don’t say that ever again.”
**
The envelope was unopened until they reached the Ackles house.
“It took me five hours to go around the block,” Jared muttered.
Jeff threw his arm around Jared from the back seat, “Ahhh brother you are so much deeper than I give you credit for. It did indeed take you a very long time to get exactly where you started out.”
“I started out in the house behind this one,” Jared pointed out.
“Stop fucking with my metaphor,” Jeff muttered, “Open your envelope.”
Jared opened his envelope.
‘Coming Out?’
That could only be referring to one thing; the now legendary and infamous incident at the side of the house. Between the stucco siding and the hedges was that one little place that marked the start of the official out of the closet moment.
Josh threw him a flashlight and Jared made his way to where he vaguely remembered being pressed up against the house with Jensen’s hand curled around his dick.
Good memories actually now that the embarrassment had faded.
There was an envelope on the side of the house. It was dark, Jared fumbled with the flashlight.
The piece of paper just said ‘Come play catch.’
Jared tingled a little because it had been seventeen years ago that Jensen had first asked him that.
Six-year-old Jensen had appeared in his back yard and Jared’s life hadn’t followed any other course, besides one parallel with Jensen.
Every year on the exact date Jensen had somehow quietly reminded Jared of that night. For years this was their night. Even those years when Jensen was trying to forget that Jared existed, Jensen couldn’t help himself. There were phone calls without any words exchanged, or baseball cards in the mail. Jensen would never let Jared forget the night they met.
That is how Jared knew that somehow this thing with Jensen wasn’t over. It would be over when Jensen forgot.
Jared walked into the completely pitch black backyard and suddenly the backyard was lit. It was alien, transformed into some other place lit with thousands of small white lights. In the middle of all of it was Jensen, sitting on that picnic table, a baseball rolling between his hands.
Jared tried not to blink rapidly because his heart was not beating faster and his eyes were not welling up with tears.
“I made this whole thing way too long,” Jensen said, attention rapt on the ball, “I wanted time to prepare, but I’ve been sitting here thinking for half an hour and I’m over thinking things.”
Jared took a step forward and Jensen looked up at him and Jared was struck momentarily numb by the look in Jensen’s eyes. His eyes were bright and deep and that impossible shade of green.
And Jensen was looking at him, seeing him.
“I,” Jensen began and then stopped and just kept looking, “Seventeen years ago when I met you for the first time it didn’t occur to me that we would become close friends. When we became really good friends I wasn’t thinking about kissing you. When I started kissing you I couldn’t comprehend that it would be including sex. When we started fucking I didn’t think that I stood a chance with you in a relationship. Even when I finally had it all I didn’t know that it was meant to stay.”
Jensen was just staring at him and Jared had the vague thought that if Jensen had sent him on this little trek tonight in order to break up with him or have the whole conversation about how Jensen didn’t think this was going to work out, it was going to push him over the edge. Because organizing a scavenger hunt of all their best places and involving the family, was the worst way that anyone could break up with someone.
He wondered idly if that kind of treatment would be grounds for him to go insane. Insanity by torture at the hands of Jensen Ackles. It had a ring to it.
But Jensen was still looking at him as if he were the only thing in this universe and suddenly there was no room for such thoughts. There was only the green fire of Jensen’s eyes.
“So I was just sitting here thinking that I can’t pinpoint when it happened. I mean this all seems like it was building up to now. Its like once I reached one level I had to find out what was behind the next door. You’re something I can’t seem to get enough of.”
Jared’s nose itched and his eyes burned with the tears he was not going to cry.
“You’re kind of my drug of choice. I just have to have more of you. Its something so ingrained in me that I don’t know how to stop. So that kind of brings me to this I know its only 53 of 182 rights, so civil unions aren’t like weddings, but it is as much as we can get right now. I know that we haven’t talked about moving in or kids or anything like that, but…”
Jared put a finger over Jensen’s lips.
“Baby you’re thinking too much,” Jared said softly, “Why did you want me to find you? What is with the walk down memory lane?”
Jared’s heart was in his throat and his body was alive with butterflies. Jensen was looking at him like Jared was his own personal sugar injection.
“I don’t know the etiquette on this,” Jensen said, rolling the baseball around in his hands, “There were a million different ways and I just wanted to do it right, but there isn’t really a way to do this right so I just want to know for all intents and purposes…”
Jensen opened the baseball and in the black velvet were two platinum bands, sparkling and shining happily. Jensen held out the baseball case and Jared took it shakily in both of his hands.
Jared, prolific to the extreme, didn’t know what to say.
“What…” Jared managed through a thickened tongue.
Jensen rubbed the back of his neck.
“I know its not glamorous or anything but our lives have been around this picnic table and that is the baseball from when we were kids,” Jensen said, “I thought it was right.”
Jared looked up at him a blank look.
Jensen shifted to his feet.
“Marry me?”
It was so soft and so hesitant that it struck Jared blind. He could feel something akin to a metal spike go through his body riveting him to the sop.
For a second there was nothing but complete and total stillness.
Then Jared was on top of Jensen on the picnic table, kissing him within an inch of his life. Jensen’s hands were threaded through silky strands, moaning into Jared’s mouth.
Jared pulled away and placed his forehead on top of Jared’s. They just lay there, legs dangling over the edge.
“Hopefully that isn’t the worst no in the universe,” Jensen whispered, a little smile on his lips.
Jared pulled back a little and grinned as he met Jensen’s eyes. Jared’s hazel eyes sparkled and he bit his lip.
Then he pulled upwards.
“MOMMA,” he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
Jensen pulled back, forgetting that the wood of the picnic table was behind his head.
He saw stars seconds before he saw a flicker at the side of his vision and on the Ackles porch he saw mothers, sisters, brothers, and fathers in the doorway.
“Hey momma,” Jared said quietly now as he still lay on top of Jensen.
Jared smiled down at Jensen. His smile was blinding, and his voice was soft and full.
“I’m getting married,” he announced.
There was no response so Jared looked up to where his mother and Jensen’s mother were both staring at them wide eyed. Donna had her hands palm to palm, pressed against her lips, Sharon was clutching at the porch railing. Both of them were grinning and they both had tears in their eyes.
Behind them the entire family was grinning.
“I’m happy for you, baby,” Sharon sniffed under tears and a huge grin.
Megan and Mackenzie were also crying as they linked arms.
“Take him home,” Mackenzie advised, “That picnic table doesn’t need to get embedded in your asses.”
Jared propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Jensen, Jensen was his entire world.
“Hey baby,” Jared said softly, nuzzling his ear, “Take me home.”
Jensen was smiling as if it was never going to leave his face.
Jensen pulled Jared through the throng of the family to where the Impala was parked.
It was then that Jared just stopped and stared at Jensen, not letting go of his hand.
Jensen looked up at Jared, stilling, almost afraid.
Jared just looked at him in amazement, like he just woke up from a sleep and he realized he wasn’t dreaming.
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you,” Jared said in hushed awe.
Jensen’s smile reappeared.
“You certainly are,” Jensen said, kissing his jaw, “You’re stuck with me.”
Jared just grinned, “Come on, I want to get you to bed so we can start this forever thing.”