Fic: Blue Thunder--Epilogue
Jensen put the green salad into the refrigerator, next to the marinating porterhouse steaks, and then turned the oven on to preheat.
He checked his watch. Jared should be home any minute. A moment later, two yipping dogs with madly wagging tails bounded down the hallway and through the living room, jostling to beat each other to the front door.
Jensen rolled his eyes and opened the fridge again. He pulled out two Lone Star beers and used his ring to open them. The front door banged open and Jared’s booming cry of, “Honey, I’m home!” quickly morphed into coos of, “Who’s a good girl, then?” and “Aren’t you a good boy, yes you are.”
Jensen couldn’t help smiling.
He pretended to be grumpy about the dogs; and truthfully, he had been pissed when Jared sprung them on him, five weeks after he moved in; but they’d grown on him, over time.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like dogs. Jensen liked dogs just fine. They’d had a chocolate brown Labrador called Chloe back home in Texas. What he hadn’t liked, was the lack of discussion. Jared had simply walked in the front door one day, holding the leashes of a German shepherd mix and a mastiff cross, both a deep golden color.
“I only went to look, Jen,” he’d said, the dogs cowering behind him, nervous in the face of Jensen’s yelling. “But these guys were going to be put down tomorrow if nobody rescued them,” Jared’s eyes had filled with tears. “And I couldn’t let them die because nobody wanted them,” he’d edged closer and put a hand on Jensen’s hip. “They reminded me of us.”
Jensen had looked down into two sets of mournful brown eyes and then back up at Jared’s equally hangdog expression.
“Big decisions like this need to be discussed first,” he’d said.
“You’re right,” Jared had hung his head. “I’m sorry.”
Jensen had looked at him; looked at the dogs.
“You’re going to pick up their poop,” he’d said with a sigh. “And bath them. And walk them.”
Jensen grinned brightly as he remembered how Jared had picked him up and spun him around, getting him tangled in the dogs’ leashes, and then later-
“Hi,” Jared straightened up from where he’d been kneeling down and petting the dogs. “That for me?”
Jensen handed him one of the beers. “How was your day, Dear?” he said.
Jared leaned forward and kissed him quickly on the lips. Jensen didn’t think he’d ever get used to Jared’s constant casual affection, but at least he’d stopped jerking away from his touch when they were in the privacy of their own home. It was a different story if they were out in public.
“My day was good,” Jared said. “I wrote a couple of media releases, co-ordinated a press conference for that big drug bust over in Chino and had an interesting conversation with a Hollywood director.”
After the attempt on his life and his subsequent rehabilitation, Jared hadn’t wanted to go back to Air Support. He’d said it was because he couldn’t get up and walk around in a helicopter and sitting for too long caused his leg to stiffen up. Jensen suspected that part of it was that he didn’t want to have to hide their relationship from Jim.
Given that rogue elements in the police force and government had tried to kill Jared, the powers that be were all too happy to oblige when he said that he’d minored in English at college and would quite like to be a Media Liaison Officer. Unofficially, he was also the department’s go-to person when they needed help liaising with the ‘homophile’ community, as the Chief insisted on calling the Los Angeles gay and lesbian community, wrinkling his nose every time.
Jared was enjoying his job and he was happy.
Jensen, meanwhile, had been suspended with full pay while the investigation into the Blue Thunder affair was taking place.
He hadn’t told Jim or Jared yet, but Jensen had already decided that he wasn’t going to go back to Air Support once everything was cleared up. If the powers that be were planning to militarize the police force, Jensen didn’t want any part of it.
He’d had some preliminary conversations with a guy who was starting up a non-profit, public-benefit corporation called Calstar-California Shock Trauma Air Rescue. Calstar was going to provide air ambulance services to California and northern Nevada and they were looking for pilots. Jensen had thought long and hard about it and decided that he’d rather be a medevac pilot than operate a helicopter gunship against American citizens. So the whole ‘working together’ thing wouldn’t have been an issue anyway.
Jared and Jensen had migrated to the sofa now, and were sitting side by side with the dogs at their feet.
“Does this director guy want you to consult on some new cop show?” Jensen asked.
“Not exactly,” Jared picked at the label on his beer bottle.
Jensen raised an eyebrow.
“The guy that made Saturday Night Fever wants to make a movie about the Blue Thunder affair,” Jared said after a long pause.
“No way,” Jensen said instantly. The thought of his entire life being on display for the world at large to see was almost enough to trigger a full-blown panic attack.
“He said he’d change everyone’s names,” Jared said. “And the guys playing you and me would just be friends. And straight.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow. “And you’re okay with getting straight-washed?”
Jared shrugged. “Not really. But I figured it would keep the real us more distanced from these characters and I thought maybe you’d like that. The director said he’d make the Danni character your girlfriend.”
Jensen groaned. “Oh God. She’ll be insufferable if somebody bases a movie character on her,” he frowned. “Well, I guess if it’s just loosely based on us and uses different names and so on, there’s not much we can do to stop it anyway,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think it’d make a very good movie, though.”
Jared’s mouth fell open. “Are you kidding? Dude…you battled fighter jets over the skies of LA. You outwitted corrupt government officials who ordered your death. And all so you could bring the people the truth about the government’s nefarious plot. It’s classic Hollywood! It’s just begging to be made into a movie.”
Jensen pulled a face. “You make it sound so heroic,” he grumbled.
Jared put a hand on Jensen’s thigh and leaned in close. “You were heroic,” he slid his hand up Jensen’s thigh and rested it on his hip. “And I seriously doubt they’ll be able to find a leading man as sexy as you,” he added, his voice husky and his pupils dark.
“That guy who was in Mad Max?” Jensen suggested. “He’s hot. Or Harrison Ford?”
“Not as hot as you,” Jared said. “Neither of them.”
“Who would play you?”
Jared inclined his head. “Dunno. Don’t care. Not even sure it’ll go ahead.” He ran a hand over the growing bulge in Jensen’s jeans and Jensen squirmed appreciatively.
“You wanna?” Jared asked.
The answer to that question was always yes.
Until he’d met Jared, Jensen hadn’t had much of a sex life. Mostly he’d made do with his right hand and the sparkly pink dildo that he’d told the guy at The Pleasure Chest was a gag gift for a buddy who was getting married. Rarely, he would work up the courage to go out and let someone else make him feel good. More often, he would work up the courage to go out and let someone else use him. He could admit now that it hadn’t been healthy.
Being with Jared was just so different. For a start, Jensen was never drunk or sedated when he had sex with Jared and sober sex was a revelation. Also, Jared made it all seem so natural and non-controversial. Jensen had stopped feeling guilty about the fact that he liked getting his dick sucked by another man and he’d almost stopped feeling embarrassed about the fact that he loved getting fucked. He’d also discovered that the sparkly pink dildo was a lot more fun when Jared was the one wielding it; although he did have a tendency to refer to it as ‘Mr Sparkles’, which made Jensen face-palm every time. Jensen had never laughed during a sexual encounter before he met Jared. He’d never laughed as much, period, as he’d done since Jared had moved in with him.
Jared was loving and giving. He was funny, gregarious, outspoken and full of life. And sometimes he exhausted himself and fell into a dark hole of depression. It had only happened once during the time they’d been together, but Jared had confessed that he’d been prone to periodic bouts of depression all his adult life.
“My mama says I expect too much of myself,” Jared had told him. “That I want to be everything for everyone and sometimes I forget to leave enough energy for me.”
Up until that point, Jensen had been feeling that Jared had gotten the short straw, relationship-wise. Jensen had nightmares, flashbacks and panic attacks. He was still uneasy about emotional intimacy and sometimes (sometimes) he freaked out if Jared insisted on ‘making love’ to him rather than just fucking. Seeing the most amazing man in the world struggling to cope, and being there for him to lean on, made Jensen feel as if he were pulling his weight in the relationship.
“Jen?” Jared was looking at Jensen quizzically.
Jensen thrust up against Jared’s hand. “Do you really need to ask?”
“Yes,” Jared nodded. “I’m a big fan of enthusiastic consent.”
Jensen straddled Jared’s lap and ground down against him. “Is this enthusiastic enough for you?”
Jared furrowed his brow in an exaggerated expression of consideration. “I’ve seen you more enthusiastic.”
“You probably had my dick down your throat. I’m usually pretty enthusiastic about that.”
Jensen leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jared’s. They kissed softly, gentle and unhurried, the way Jared liked it. Jensen felt Jared’s hands at the button of his jeans, undoing them, making room for Jared to get his hands down the back of Jensen’s pants. He took an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing and kneading, spreading Jensen’s cheeks and then pushing them together. Jensen tangled his fingers in Jared’s hair and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Jared’s mouth and grinding against him.
Jensen felt a wet nose against his big toe and pulled back, glaring at Harley. “Bedroom,” he said to Jared.
Jared gripped Jensen’s ass tight and then rolled up onto his feet.
Jensen yelped and wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist so that he wouldn’t fall. “Put me down you fucker!”
“Nope,” Jared said, his grinning face uncomfortably close to Jensen’s. “You’re my pretty, pretty princess and I shall carry you to our chambers and ravish you.”
Jensen’s eyes narrowed. “Asshole,” he poked Jared in the ribs before dropping his head to Jared’s shoulder and submitting to being carried toward the bedroom. “You’ve been reading cheesy romances again, haven’t you?”
Jared threw him down on the bed and Jensen’s cock throbbed in eager anticipation. He yanked down his jeans and shorts and Jared grabbed hold of them and pulled them off him completely, throwing them down on the ground.
Jensen grabbed hold of his cock and began to stroke it. Spread-eagled on the bed, he looked up at Jared with lust-filled eyes and licked at his lips. “Well?” he said. “Are you just gonna stand there? Because I believe I was promised some ravishing.”
Jensen watched as goofy Jared morphed into predatory Jared. He stripped with ruthless efficiency and then crawled in between Jensen’s spread legs.
“Arms above your head,” Jared said and Jensen whined low, deep in his throat, as he obeyed. There were no words for how much it turned him on when Jared took control like this.
Jared pushed his legs back over his shoulders and Jensen flushed, as he always did when he knew that he was on full display for Jared.
“Just look at that pretty pink hole,” Jared said.
“I showered and so on this afternoon,” Jensen said.
“Good,” Jared pulled Jensen’s ass cheeks apart and got his tongue in there.
Jensen was lying horizontally across the bed, just exactly where he’d been thrown. As soon as he felt the hot, wet tip of Jared’s tongue begin to probe at his hole he groaned and reached sideways for a pillow, pulling it into position above his head so that he could squeeze it tightly.
Jared’s tongue began to thrust and curl inside of him and Jensen practically arched off the bed. Jared pulled him back down by the hips and held him in place, eating him out thoroughly, and then sitting back and reaching into the bedside drawer for the lube and condoms. He threw a wrapped condom onto the bed and squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers, bringing them down to Jensen’s hole and pushing them inside.
Jensen was already wet and relaxed from the ministrations of Jared’s tongue, but it hadn’t stretched him very much and Jared’s fingers were big. Jensen certainly felt the stretch and burn as Jared’s fingers opened him up, but he was so turned on that it just felt good and he couldn’t help pushing down against the fingers and trying to get them deeper, faster. Jared chuckled and obliged him, adding more lube and another finger and finger fucking him hard and deep, eliciting a series of needy, breathy moans from Jensen that he’d be embarrassed about if he wasn’t out of his mind with pleasure.
“Stop teasing,” he eventually managed to say through gritted teeth, “and fuck me already!”
“So pushy,” Jared said, voice light and lilting. But he pulled his fingers out and told Jensen to roll over.
Jensen got on his hands and knees, chest down on the bed, face buried in the pillow. Jared pulled at his hips, spreading his legs wider and raising his ass higher, before spreading his cheeks apart and resting the condom-clad tip of his dick against Jensen’s stretched wet hole.
Jensen was tempted to push back, but he knew from experience that when Jared was in this mood, all that would do was earn him a hard slap on the ass.
Besides, he knew what Jared wanted.
“C’mon, Jay,” he begged. “Quit pussying around and put it in me. Need you to fuck me, need-” the sentence turned into a long, drawn out moan as Jared sank into him, stretching and filling him with one relentless slide forward.
Jared began to thrust. “That what you wanted, Jen?” he panted.
“Oh yeah,” Jensen thought about reaching for his dick, but he was pretty sure he was going to come the moment he touched it and he wasn’t quite ready for this to be over when it had only just started. His mouth was open in a constant O of pleasure and breathy gasps punched out of him every time Jared thrust in deep.
“That’s it, Jay. Right there. Right there. Oh fuck!”
“You gonna come?” Jared said. “I’m gonna come. I’m just holding off for you.”
Jensen grabbed his dick and began to fist it in time with Jared’s thrusts. It only took a few pumps and he was coming, his ass squeezing Jared and triggering his orgasm too.
“Kleenex!” Jensen demanded as Jared pulled out. Jared threw the box at him.
“Gross,” Jensen wiped his hands and then stared in dismay at the quilt cover. “I hate when we forget to put a towel down.”
Jared disappeared from the bedroom and came back a moment later with a wash cloth, which he used to scrub at the quilt.
Jensen knelt at the edge of the bed and watched him dubiously.
“We should change the sheets,” he said.
Jared rolled his eyes. “Go and have a shower. This’ll be dry by the time we go to bed.”
“Okay,” Jensen paused at the door and looked back over his shoulder at Jared. “You can join me if you want.”
When Jensen had gone, Jared took a moment to sit down on the bed and reflect on his good fortune. He loved his job, he got absolutely zero grief from his colleagues, he’d made some great friends, he had a house with a yard and two wonderful dogs, and best of all he had the most amazing boyfriend ever. Not that he was allowed to call Jensen his ‘boyfriend’. Jensen said he was too old to be anyone’s boyfriend. Mostly Jared just referred to him by name. The people who really mattered knew that to Jared, Jensen meant the other half of my soul. And they knew that to Jensen, Jared meant the same thing.
Jared pulled on some track pants and went out to the hall. He gathered up the stuff he’d dumped earlier when he’d knelt down to pet the dogs and put his boots and shoes in the cupboard, before taking his work satchel and the big Radio Shack plastic bag back into the bedroom with him. He hid the bag in the back of the closet. Even if Jensen saw the bag, he probably wouldn’t be too suspicious because Jared was a tech geek and he bought a lot of stuff from Radio Shack. Jared hoped he wouldn’t look in this bag though. It contained Jensen’s Christmas present; a remote controlled model of a combat helicopter that looked very similar to Blue Thunder.
Jensen was still miserable about the fact that he’d destroyed the Blue Thunder prototype; could get quite teary about it after a few bourbons; so Jared hoped that the model would be some kind of commiseration. Also, from the few things that Jensen had said, Jared didn’t think he was going to go back to Air Support, once he’d been cleared of any wrong doing (and he would be), so perhaps a model was the closest Jensen would be getting to a chopper for a while.
With the Christmas gift safely hidden away, Jared shed his track pants and went to join Jensen in the shower. When he’d joined Air Support eight months ago, Jared hadn’t dared to believe that he could be happy and content. But here he was, opening the shower door to reveal a very naked Jensen, water cascading over his beautiful broad shoulders, back and ass. Jared stepped in behind Jensen and wrapped his arms around him, and Jensen turned in his arms and smiled. Life was good.
The End
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