[FIC] My Good News Day for SMPC
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Title - My Good News Day
Pairing - Jared/Jensen
Rating - NC-17
Disclaimer - These are my words. Characters that bear the names of actors in this story have no relation to the real life people of the same name. They simply have the misfortune to be cast in my sordid little tale. No profit is made from this.
Word count - 2465
Warnings - Smut, drunk boys, established relationship, age difference (Jensen calls Jared "kid" but he's 22), D/s, manhandling, edging, mentions of past injury, fluff
Summary - The first time it happened Jensen put it down to the booze. For
smpc
A/N - So, I'm a fuck up –– as if you didn't know that already –– and should have posted this LAST WEEK! I'm going to try to do better, I promise. Anyhoo...if some of this seems vague and nonsensical, there's a reason. That I'm not telling you. Just...watch this space, or...something : ) Manhandling is a little, belated birthday gift for
big_heart_june Love you, Darling xxx
on AO3
My Good News Day
The first time it happened Jensen put it down to the booze.
That seemed to happen a lot with them –– significant firsts happening while Jensen was under the influence.
That particular first came about because Jared had finally passed his degree and somehow managed to persuade his grumpy, anti-social boyfriend to go out with him and his college friends to celebrate. Under normal circumstances it was the kind of thing Jensen would avoid at all costs. He and Sam had even set up a secret signal so she could make a show of saying she needed Jensen in the diner so he couldn't possibly go out. Not that it fooled Jared for one minute, but the kid was understanding and didn't seem to mind too much that Jensen would prefer to stay home. But on this occasion when Jared had asked, he'd seemed so desperately earnest, Jensen found himself unable to muster an excuse before Jared took his silence for a "yes". So he had to go.
There had been drinking. Lots of drinking. In Jensen's case there had to be, to stop him from sitting in the corner looking like he wanted to murder everyone in the room. Which was unfair. Most of Jared's friends seemed perfectly nice –– intelligent but not stuck up, friendly but not too friendly –– but that didn't change the fact that Jensen was sixteen years older than all of them, and when it came down to it, Jared was the only one he really wanted to spend time with.
But, Jensen drank and laughed along with everyone, even though he sat back and didn't really do any talking, simply let his fingers slip under the hem of Jared's tee-shirt so he could run them over the soft downy hairs that grew on Jared's lower back; at the spot where the swell of his ass started, and dared to peek out from the waistband of his low slung jeans when Jared leaned forward on the table. Didn't take long for Jensen to realize Jared was doing it on purpose.
Jensen realized too, that when Jared would slump back in the booth they were all crowded into, it was no accident Jared's forearm would press against Jensen's crotch when he rested his hand on Jensen's leg under the table. For a guy who resisted all public displays of affection, Jared certainly got pretty handsy after a couple of beers.
As the night went on, Jared's subtlety started to ebb, and Jensen decided it was time for them to get out of there before Jared unzipped him and pulled Jensen's cock out. And it seemed he was just in time, when Jared tried to do that very thing on the way back home in the cab. Luckily, the driver seemed more than willing to accommodate them, but that really wasn't Jensen's idea of a good time. Still, he gave the guy a big tip when they finally made it back to the trailer, mostly as a thank you for putting up with Jared's vocal complaints at not being able to suck Jensen off, and not calling the cops.
Jensen wasn't quite so shy once they were inside though. He pushed Jared ahead of him towards the bedroom, and shoved him harder than he really intended when they got there. Jared hit the mattress with an "Ouff" Jensen was relieved Jared was laughing when he flopped onto his back.
Jared stopped laughing pretty quickly when he saw Jensen was unbuckling his belt. He licked his lips. "So. You gonna have your wicked way with me, Mr Ackles?"
Jensen didn't bother taking his jeans off, just unzipped and pulled out his half hard length. "Maybe." The way Jared shivered, and his mouth fell open made Jensen's cock pulse. He wasn't sure what made him do it, but when Jared leaned forward to touch him, Jensen grabbed Jared's wrist hard and twisted it back, just a little, but enough to make Jared cry out. Immediately, Jensen dropped Jared's wrist and fell to his knees, trying to pull Jared forward into an embrace, begging him, "Oh God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...Shit, shit, I'm so sorry."
It had been over a year since Jared's arm had been broken –– almost two years in fact –– but the injuries Jared had endured when he was attacked were still fresh in Jensen's mind. Jensen should've known better.
But then he could feel Jared's mouth on him, kissing his neck, and cheek –– what he could reach anyway with Jensen's face buried in Jared's chest. When Jensen looked up, he was surprised to find Jared smiling. A huge goofy drunken smile. Swaying slightly, Jared leaned down and whispered in Jensen's ear, "I need to tell you something."
Jensen ran his hands up Jared's back. "Okay."
"Don't be mad."
Jensen wished he hadn't had that last whiskey chaser when his stomach turned over with dread. "I won't be."
Jared stalled, clumsily carding his fingers through Jensen hair. Then he buried his face in Jensen's neck and mumbled something. Jensen tried to pry Jared off him. "I can't hear you, sweetheart."
Jared huffed and sat back, his head hanging down. "I like it."
Jensen took hold of Jared's chin and tilted his head up. "What do you like?"
Jared tried to twist his head away but Jensen held him firm, so he just sighed and said, "You know."
Jensen smiled at the embarrassed look on Jared's face, and couldn't resist leaning forward to kiss him. "I really don't. But if you like it, you should tell me so I can make sure it happens more often."
There was a hitch in Jared's breath that made Jensen's exposed dick twitch. Jared leaned forward and rested his forehead against Jensen's, his eyes closed as if that would somehow make his confession easier. "I like it...when...when you hurt me..." Jared's hands shot up, holding Jensen in place, preempting the urge Jensen had to pull away, horrified at the notion he had hurt Jared in any way. The boy had had enough of that for one lifetime; Jensen didn't want to be the cause of anymore pain.
Jared rubbed his temple against Jensen's, keening out, "You promised you wouldn't be mad."
Jensen knelt up so he could pull Jared close. "I'm not mad, sweetheart, I just...I'm sorry if I hurt you."
Much to Jensen's surprise, Jared growled and pushed him away. "You're not listening to me! Uh! I knew I shouldn't have said anything!" He tried to scoot back on the bed but stilled as soon as Jensen grabbed his wrist.
Jensen froze wondering if he had done the wrong thing again. It was his worst nightmare, imagining he would inadvertently hurt Jared. He'd known from the beginning that getting involved with Jared was always going to be more dangerous for the boy than for his own fragile heart. It's why he had resisted for so long. But something about the way Jared's chest was heaving with every breath –– it didn't say 'fear'. Far from it.
"I know I shouldn't want it, not with everything that...happened, but..." Jared twisted the arm Jensen was holding and seemed to shiver. "Oh god. I–I think it's because I know. I know what you are. But I also know you would never really hurt me. I know if I tell you to stop, that you will stop...Christ, Jen, that turns me on so fucking much."
Jensen could tell, especially after Jared grabbed his free hand and ground the heel of Jensen's palm into the hard bulge of Jared's jeans.
Jensen huffed out a surprised sound. Then, just out of curiosity, he carefully twisted Jared's wrist, not too far but he increased the pressure of his grip, and Jared groaned like a whore.
Jensen couldn't help himself. He reached up and pulled Jared by the neck into a searing, biting kiss, wanting to taste the sound, feel it vibrate on his lips. His voice was raw when he pulled away. "I don't want to hurt you, Jay."
Jared pulled himself forward, sliding down off the edge of the bed into Jensen lap. "Yes, you do. Not like, hurt hurt me. But I know you like it too. I know you want me to beg. Shall I? Shall I beg you? Beg you to hold me down. To put your hands around my neck? To twist my arm up my back? To fuck me 'til I'm screaming? Tell me you don't want it, Jen. Tell me––"
The sound Jared made when Jensen dragged him up the bed by his throat scared the hell out of Jensen, not so much because he was afraid of hurting him –– Jensen had been trained in how to kill a man with his bare hands so he felt pretty confident he knew how to manhandle someone without doing any damage –– it was more that he was surprised how much he liked the sensation of power ––of ownership.
Jensen straddled Jared, who was clutching at Jensen's wrists with both hands. Jensen looked down to see his rock hard cock smearing a patch of precome onto the straining crotch of Jared's blue jeans. One thing he never had a problem with in their relationship, was that Jared was right about him pretty much all the goddamn time. He did like this. Wanted it more than he'd realized. But then, as it always did when it came to Jared, he wanted to do it right.
Jensen released the pressure of his thumbs from under Jared's chin. "We should–you should have a–a safe word or...something..."
Jensen felt self-conscious –– awkward –– not knowing how to begin to talk about this, but Jared's tongue snuck out between his lips, wetting them and driving any insecurities from Jensen's mind. "Cherry pie."
Jensen chuckled. "You want cherry pie to be your safe word?"
Jared nodded slowly, his movement hindered by the tight hold Jensen still had on him. "Well, I'm not likely to say it by accident. And besides..."
"Besides what?" Jensen was only half-listening, taking one of his hands away from Jared's throat so he could unzip Jared's jeans and get a look at how much the monster Jared had between his legs liked what they were doing.
"You only make cherry pie when you feel bad about something."
Jensen popped Jared's button and pulled his fly apart. The tip of Jared's cock was trapped, making the thing arch up from his thick pubic hair like the Loch Ness Monster. Jensen figured it was about the same size too. He never thought of himself as a size queen until he met Jared. Now, he had the tee-shirt.
Jensen pulled Jared free and spat twice into his hand before he started stroking him. "Steve used to call it 'apology pie'."
Jared groaned and writhed under Jensen's ministrations. "P–please don't talk about your other lovers while you're doing that."
Jensen stopped jerking off Jared, and used his hand instead to get a grip on Jared's hair, yanking his head upright so they were face to face, his voice low and threatening. "One. I never fucked Steve. Never. He's my friend, that's all. Got that?" Jared's eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open, and the nod of his head barely perceptive. "Two. I never had a lover before you, okay? I fucked guys, sure but you're my only...there's only ever been you, Jay." Tears welled in Jared's eyes and he nodded again. "And three? You don't get to speak without permission. I wanna hear you, Jay, but no talking. Understand?" The way Jared's eyelids shuttered closed and he groaned, Jensen figured Jared was okay with that.
Jensen kissed him, wet and a little desperate, but he was getting worried he was going spill his load right then and there. Still, he managed to sound in control when he released Jared's hair and went back to stroking his cock saying, "Let me hear you, sweetheart."
Jensen took his time, working Jared to the edge then tugging hard on his balls or squeezing the base of his dick to stop him from coming, over and over –– whispering words of encouragement and every filthy thing he wanted to do to Jared. The fact Jared had more alcohol in him than usual helped to stave off his orgasm, but there was only so much he could take, given the way he was practically screaming when Jensen finally let him come. His hips were pounding into Jensen's fist so hard, Jensen had trouble keeping hold of the kid.
Jensen's arm was aching by the time Jared heaved his last wheezing breath, but thankfully he was so close to coming himself, it didn't take much to get him off. Jared opened his eyes long enough to look longingly at Jensen as he grunted and sprayed over Jared's bare chest. Jared's face was red, sweaty hair clinging to his cheeks, his throat red raw from Jensen's calloused hands but still letting his tongue dip out to lick a stray droplet of Jensen's come from his raw lips. Jensen thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life.
"Do you think anyone called the cops?"
Jensen lifted his head from where it was pillowed in Jared's armpit –– hardly the most comfortable spot but it was where he had collapsed and at least he'd avoided getting covered in spunk. "In this neighborhood? I doubt it." Jared was quiet for a moment, the kind of quiet that made Jensen suspicious. He could practically hear him overthinking. "You want to talk about it?"
Jared shrugged. "No. Not really. I just..." He shifted his position, turning more onto his side to face Jensen. "I just never thought I'd ever think of myself as being lucky, y'know?" Jensen reached up and tried to push some of the sweaty bangs away from Jared's eyes as he talked. "But now I'm lying here with you, and...you just get me. You're a fucking miracle, Jensen Ackles. A fucking walking miracle."
It could have been the emotional moment, or riding the sex high, but Jensen was pretty sure it was the booze that made him say, "I think we should get married." The utter lack of response from Jared should have been a sign but Jensen kept going anyway. "It's legal now, and I'm not getting any younger and...and you're it for me. And if tonight proves anything, it's that we're fucking made for each other." Jensen pushed himself up on to one elbow, leaning over Jared, and took him by the hand. "I love you, Jay. What do you say?"
Jared blinked twice, then slowly, a smile spread across his lips. "I think you should ask me when you're sober."
The second time it happened, Jared said yes.
Pairing - Jared/Jensen
Rating - NC-17
Disclaimer - These are my words. Characters that bear the names of actors in this story have no relation to the real life people of the same name. They simply have the misfortune to be cast in my sordid little tale. No profit is made from this.
Word count - 2465
Warnings - Smut, drunk boys, established relationship, age difference (Jensen calls Jared "kid" but he's 22), D/s, manhandling, edging, mentions of past injury, fluff
Summary - The first time it happened Jensen put it down to the booze. For
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A/N - So, I'm a fuck up –– as if you didn't know that already –– and should have posted this LAST WEEK! I'm going to try to do better, I promise. Anyhoo...if some of this seems vague and nonsensical, there's a reason. That I'm not telling you. Just...watch this space, or...something : ) Manhandling is a little, belated birthday gift for
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on AO3
My Good News Day
The first time it happened Jensen put it down to the booze.
That seemed to happen a lot with them –– significant firsts happening while Jensen was under the influence.
That particular first came about because Jared had finally passed his degree and somehow managed to persuade his grumpy, anti-social boyfriend to go out with him and his college friends to celebrate. Under normal circumstances it was the kind of thing Jensen would avoid at all costs. He and Sam had even set up a secret signal so she could make a show of saying she needed Jensen in the diner so he couldn't possibly go out. Not that it fooled Jared for one minute, but the kid was understanding and didn't seem to mind too much that Jensen would prefer to stay home. But on this occasion when Jared had asked, he'd seemed so desperately earnest, Jensen found himself unable to muster an excuse before Jared took his silence for a "yes". So he had to go.
There had been drinking. Lots of drinking. In Jensen's case there had to be, to stop him from sitting in the corner looking like he wanted to murder everyone in the room. Which was unfair. Most of Jared's friends seemed perfectly nice –– intelligent but not stuck up, friendly but not too friendly –– but that didn't change the fact that Jensen was sixteen years older than all of them, and when it came down to it, Jared was the only one he really wanted to spend time with.
But, Jensen drank and laughed along with everyone, even though he sat back and didn't really do any talking, simply let his fingers slip under the hem of Jared's tee-shirt so he could run them over the soft downy hairs that grew on Jared's lower back; at the spot where the swell of his ass started, and dared to peek out from the waistband of his low slung jeans when Jared leaned forward on the table. Didn't take long for Jensen to realize Jared was doing it on purpose.
Jensen realized too, that when Jared would slump back in the booth they were all crowded into, it was no accident Jared's forearm would press against Jensen's crotch when he rested his hand on Jensen's leg under the table. For a guy who resisted all public displays of affection, Jared certainly got pretty handsy after a couple of beers.
As the night went on, Jared's subtlety started to ebb, and Jensen decided it was time for them to get out of there before Jared unzipped him and pulled Jensen's cock out. And it seemed he was just in time, when Jared tried to do that very thing on the way back home in the cab. Luckily, the driver seemed more than willing to accommodate them, but that really wasn't Jensen's idea of a good time. Still, he gave the guy a big tip when they finally made it back to the trailer, mostly as a thank you for putting up with Jared's vocal complaints at not being able to suck Jensen off, and not calling the cops.
Jensen wasn't quite so shy once they were inside though. He pushed Jared ahead of him towards the bedroom, and shoved him harder than he really intended when they got there. Jared hit the mattress with an "Ouff" Jensen was relieved Jared was laughing when he flopped onto his back.
Jared stopped laughing pretty quickly when he saw Jensen was unbuckling his belt. He licked his lips. "So. You gonna have your wicked way with me, Mr Ackles?"
Jensen didn't bother taking his jeans off, just unzipped and pulled out his half hard length. "Maybe." The way Jared shivered, and his mouth fell open made Jensen's cock pulse. He wasn't sure what made him do it, but when Jared leaned forward to touch him, Jensen grabbed Jared's wrist hard and twisted it back, just a little, but enough to make Jared cry out. Immediately, Jensen dropped Jared's wrist and fell to his knees, trying to pull Jared forward into an embrace, begging him, "Oh God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...Shit, shit, I'm so sorry."
It had been over a year since Jared's arm had been broken –– almost two years in fact –– but the injuries Jared had endured when he was attacked were still fresh in Jensen's mind. Jensen should've known better.
But then he could feel Jared's mouth on him, kissing his neck, and cheek –– what he could reach anyway with Jensen's face buried in Jared's chest. When Jensen looked up, he was surprised to find Jared smiling. A huge goofy drunken smile. Swaying slightly, Jared leaned down and whispered in Jensen's ear, "I need to tell you something."
Jensen ran his hands up Jared's back. "Okay."
"Don't be mad."
Jensen wished he hadn't had that last whiskey chaser when his stomach turned over with dread. "I won't be."
Jared stalled, clumsily carding his fingers through Jensen hair. Then he buried his face in Jensen's neck and mumbled something. Jensen tried to pry Jared off him. "I can't hear you, sweetheart."
Jared huffed and sat back, his head hanging down. "I like it."
Jensen took hold of Jared's chin and tilted his head up. "What do you like?"
Jared tried to twist his head away but Jensen held him firm, so he just sighed and said, "You know."
Jensen smiled at the embarrassed look on Jared's face, and couldn't resist leaning forward to kiss him. "I really don't. But if you like it, you should tell me so I can make sure it happens more often."
There was a hitch in Jared's breath that made Jensen's exposed dick twitch. Jared leaned forward and rested his forehead against Jensen's, his eyes closed as if that would somehow make his confession easier. "I like it...when...when you hurt me..." Jared's hands shot up, holding Jensen in place, preempting the urge Jensen had to pull away, horrified at the notion he had hurt Jared in any way. The boy had had enough of that for one lifetime; Jensen didn't want to be the cause of anymore pain.
Jared rubbed his temple against Jensen's, keening out, "You promised you wouldn't be mad."
Jensen knelt up so he could pull Jared close. "I'm not mad, sweetheart, I just...I'm sorry if I hurt you."
Much to Jensen's surprise, Jared growled and pushed him away. "You're not listening to me! Uh! I knew I shouldn't have said anything!" He tried to scoot back on the bed but stilled as soon as Jensen grabbed his wrist.
Jensen froze wondering if he had done the wrong thing again. It was his worst nightmare, imagining he would inadvertently hurt Jared. He'd known from the beginning that getting involved with Jared was always going to be more dangerous for the boy than for his own fragile heart. It's why he had resisted for so long. But something about the way Jared's chest was heaving with every breath –– it didn't say 'fear'. Far from it.
"I know I shouldn't want it, not with everything that...happened, but..." Jared twisted the arm Jensen was holding and seemed to shiver. "Oh god. I–I think it's because I know. I know what you are. But I also know you would never really hurt me. I know if I tell you to stop, that you will stop...Christ, Jen, that turns me on so fucking much."
Jensen could tell, especially after Jared grabbed his free hand and ground the heel of Jensen's palm into the hard bulge of Jared's jeans.
Jensen huffed out a surprised sound. Then, just out of curiosity, he carefully twisted Jared's wrist, not too far but he increased the pressure of his grip, and Jared groaned like a whore.
Jensen couldn't help himself. He reached up and pulled Jared by the neck into a searing, biting kiss, wanting to taste the sound, feel it vibrate on his lips. His voice was raw when he pulled away. "I don't want to hurt you, Jay."
Jared pulled himself forward, sliding down off the edge of the bed into Jensen lap. "Yes, you do. Not like, hurt hurt me. But I know you like it too. I know you want me to beg. Shall I? Shall I beg you? Beg you to hold me down. To put your hands around my neck? To twist my arm up my back? To fuck me 'til I'm screaming? Tell me you don't want it, Jen. Tell me––"
The sound Jared made when Jensen dragged him up the bed by his throat scared the hell out of Jensen, not so much because he was afraid of hurting him –– Jensen had been trained in how to kill a man with his bare hands so he felt pretty confident he knew how to manhandle someone without doing any damage –– it was more that he was surprised how much he liked the sensation of power ––of ownership.
Jensen straddled Jared, who was clutching at Jensen's wrists with both hands. Jensen looked down to see his rock hard cock smearing a patch of precome onto the straining crotch of Jared's blue jeans. One thing he never had a problem with in their relationship, was that Jared was right about him pretty much all the goddamn time. He did like this. Wanted it more than he'd realized. But then, as it always did when it came to Jared, he wanted to do it right.
Jensen released the pressure of his thumbs from under Jared's chin. "We should–you should have a–a safe word or...something..."
Jensen felt self-conscious –– awkward –– not knowing how to begin to talk about this, but Jared's tongue snuck out between his lips, wetting them and driving any insecurities from Jensen's mind. "Cherry pie."
Jensen chuckled. "You want cherry pie to be your safe word?"
Jared nodded slowly, his movement hindered by the tight hold Jensen still had on him. "Well, I'm not likely to say it by accident. And besides..."
"Besides what?" Jensen was only half-listening, taking one of his hands away from Jared's throat so he could unzip Jared's jeans and get a look at how much the monster Jared had between his legs liked what they were doing.
"You only make cherry pie when you feel bad about something."
Jensen popped Jared's button and pulled his fly apart. The tip of Jared's cock was trapped, making the thing arch up from his thick pubic hair like the Loch Ness Monster. Jensen figured it was about the same size too. He never thought of himself as a size queen until he met Jared. Now, he had the tee-shirt.
Jensen pulled Jared free and spat twice into his hand before he started stroking him. "Steve used to call it 'apology pie'."
Jared groaned and writhed under Jensen's ministrations. "P–please don't talk about your other lovers while you're doing that."
Jensen stopped jerking off Jared, and used his hand instead to get a grip on Jared's hair, yanking his head upright so they were face to face, his voice low and threatening. "One. I never fucked Steve. Never. He's my friend, that's all. Got that?" Jared's eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open, and the nod of his head barely perceptive. "Two. I never had a lover before you, okay? I fucked guys, sure but you're my only...there's only ever been you, Jay." Tears welled in Jared's eyes and he nodded again. "And three? You don't get to speak without permission. I wanna hear you, Jay, but no talking. Understand?" The way Jared's eyelids shuttered closed and he groaned, Jensen figured Jared was okay with that.
Jensen kissed him, wet and a little desperate, but he was getting worried he was going spill his load right then and there. Still, he managed to sound in control when he released Jared's hair and went back to stroking his cock saying, "Let me hear you, sweetheart."
Jensen took his time, working Jared to the edge then tugging hard on his balls or squeezing the base of his dick to stop him from coming, over and over –– whispering words of encouragement and every filthy thing he wanted to do to Jared. The fact Jared had more alcohol in him than usual helped to stave off his orgasm, but there was only so much he could take, given the way he was practically screaming when Jensen finally let him come. His hips were pounding into Jensen's fist so hard, Jensen had trouble keeping hold of the kid.
Jensen's arm was aching by the time Jared heaved his last wheezing breath, but thankfully he was so close to coming himself, it didn't take much to get him off. Jared opened his eyes long enough to look longingly at Jensen as he grunted and sprayed over Jared's bare chest. Jared's face was red, sweaty hair clinging to his cheeks, his throat red raw from Jensen's calloused hands but still letting his tongue dip out to lick a stray droplet of Jensen's come from his raw lips. Jensen thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life.
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"Do you think anyone called the cops?"
Jensen lifted his head from where it was pillowed in Jared's armpit –– hardly the most comfortable spot but it was where he had collapsed and at least he'd avoided getting covered in spunk. "In this neighborhood? I doubt it." Jared was quiet for a moment, the kind of quiet that made Jensen suspicious. He could practically hear him overthinking. "You want to talk about it?"
Jared shrugged. "No. Not really. I just..." He shifted his position, turning more onto his side to face Jensen. "I just never thought I'd ever think of myself as being lucky, y'know?" Jensen reached up and tried to push some of the sweaty bangs away from Jared's eyes as he talked. "But now I'm lying here with you, and...you just get me. You're a fucking miracle, Jensen Ackles. A fucking walking miracle."
It could have been the emotional moment, or riding the sex high, but Jensen was pretty sure it was the booze that made him say, "I think we should get married." The utter lack of response from Jared should have been a sign but Jensen kept going anyway. "It's legal now, and I'm not getting any younger and...and you're it for me. And if tonight proves anything, it's that we're fucking made for each other." Jensen pushed himself up on to one elbow, leaning over Jared, and took him by the hand. "I love you, Jay. What do you say?"
Jared blinked twice, then slowly, a smile spread across his lips. "I think you should ask me when you're sober."
The second time it happened, Jared said yes.
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Date: 2016-06-05 08:59 am (UTC)Loved the worldbuilding you got in here!
Thanks, AJ!
<3 <3
P.S. Sent you an email.
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Date: 2016-06-05 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-05 10:37 am (UTC)The sound Jared made when Jensen dragged him up the bed by his throat scared the hell out of Jensen, not so much because he was afraid of hurting him –– Jensen had been trained in how to kill a man with his bare hands so he felt pretty confident he knew how to manhandle someone without doing any damage –– it was more that he was surprised how much he liked the sensation of power ––of ownership. -- this is soo red like blood-ish and i fucking love love love love love it ♥ this pairing is everything ♥ your writing is everything ♥ YOU are fucking everything ♥♥♥
Thank you, my Pink *drags you close*
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Date: 2016-06-05 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-06-06 09:08 pm (UTC)God, this kinda killed me. Trained-killer Jensen talking to Jared with his dick out. I AM DED.
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Date: 2016-06-07 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-08 04:32 pm (UTC)XOXOXO
:)
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Date: 2016-06-13 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-28 03:28 pm (UTC)I didn't comment on this before? I'm so surprised because the dynamics here are so interesting! The story was complete to itself but even more powerful now that we know how they got here, and where they went from here. This space was definitely worth watching! ;D
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Date: 2016-06-29 02:57 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2016-07-07 05:33 am (UTC)