Retribution - 3/4


“How quickly do you suppose I could have a big ‘ole wooden sign made?” Jared asked Steve as they sat in the living room playing Jared’s old school Super Nintendo.

“You’ve asked me some odd things,” Steve laughed, “but this one might take the cake.”

“I told you about Jensen’s ranch, yeah?”

“I’m quite sure I’m not going to like where this is going,” Steve groaned as he steered Luigi on his quest to save Princess Toadstool.

“He said I could buy him a welcome mat.”

“And you’re proposing making one out of wood?”

“Not exactly. But it’s a ranch. It needs ranch-type things. You know those signs that hang over the driveway of all the big Texan ranches, making them look all official?” Jared asked, his excitement mounting. “Jensen needs one of those.”

“You’re crazy. Jensen said he didn’t want you helping him out with fixing the place up.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. He said I couldn’t lend him money. He never said anything against a housewarming gift,” Jared corrected.

“What’s it gonna say? ‘Jensen’s Ranch?’”

He could practically see the light bulb come on over his own head. “I’ve got it! Rattlesnake Smile!” Jared whooped, throwing down his controller.

“…Er?”

“When he was a kid, Jensen’s Granddad told him he could make even a rattlesnake smile. It’s perfect!”

“That’s actually…sweet,” Steve said with a semi-pained expression washing over his face. “And by the way, you just let Mario get shot in the head by a cannon.”

Thirty minutes later, Jared was hanging up the phone with a satisfied grin on his face. The sign would be created and mounted within two days. Money sure could talk – especially when you offered two times the asking price.

He found himself daydreaming about Harley and Sadie running around in the pastures of the ranch, with he and Jensen sitting on the front stoop drinking lemonade with straw hats on. Or maybe they’d be making out on a porch swing instead.

“I’m awesome,” he announced to Steve. “I can’t wait to see Jensen’s face when we pull into the driveway.”

“He’ll love it, dude.”

“Steve…do you…” Jared trailed off.

“What’s up?”

“Do you think Brynn would be mad at me? I mean, here I was, trying to be the avenger of her death. Then I met Jensen, who went from being part of my evil plan to being…one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.” Jared hung his head between his hands. “Maybe I’m not being loyal to her.”

Steve moved to sit closer to him on the couch. “You know that’s not true. Honestly? I think she’d be glad you were able to turn it around. She’d be proud of you for opening yourself up and putting yourself out there. No way she’d be mad.”

“The whole thing with Jensen’s dad has faded away. I was so angry – angrier than I’ve ever been, and I wanted him to pay. I wanted to reduce him to the nothingness that I was feeling. And now it’s very possible that I’ve fallen in love with his son.”

“You’re being far too hard on yourself, man. Remember what I said about revenge not always being sweet? You lucked out. You got Jensen,” Steve assured him.

“But what if he finds out what I was going to do? He’d hate me,” Jared worried.

“I don’t know. What I do know is that Jensen seems to think he’s pretty damn lucky to have you, too. Concentrate on that.”

“I wish Christian had never come up with that stupid idea to seduce him in the first place,” Jared grumbled.

“But if he hadn’t, you might not have ever met Jensen,” Steve reminded him. “All in all, I think everything worked out the way it was supposed to.” He smiled. “And speaking of Christian, he called from the Big Apple the other day. He asked for an update on you and Jensen, but I told him he’d have to wait and see when he got home. I did tell him things had gotten pretty juicy.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Jared laughed. Suddenly his phone vibrated on the coffee table.

Txt Msg from: Jensen
Miss u, Jay. Only 2 more days.

Txt Msg from: Jared
I bought another bottle of lube so we can celebrate your arrival :-)

Txt Msg from: Jensen
Don’t tell me that when I’m sitting in an auditorium full of balding 60 year olds.

Txt Msg from: Jared
Whatever you do, don’t think about me sucking you off

Txt Msg from: Jensen
You are evil personified!

~*~

Jared checked the arrivals board for the third time in five minutes. He was typically an impatient person, and it seemed that when it came to waiting to see Jensen, he was intolerant. He tried to read the New York Times, but couldn’t concentrate. His eyes kept a constant sweep of the crowd. After what seemed like hours, Jensen was finally walking toward him.

“Hey you,” Jared said, wrapping him in a hug. It felt amazing to have Jensen in his arms again, even if he couldn’t properly display how good it was to see him until they got back to his house.

“Take me home. Now,” Jensen whispered in his ear, giving it a small nip with his mouth.

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Jared said, grabbing Jensen’s bag and heaving it over his shoulder. “Your chariot awaits.”

As they maneuvered quickly through the hordes of people, a small gray-haired lady called out, “Jensen? Jensen Ackles, is that you?”

Jensen froze and glanced nervously at Jared. “Mrs. Berwick, what a surprise,” he said, taking her outstretched hand.

“Why, I was just telling your father at Wednesday night’s service how good looking you’ve gotten!” she said, giving his cheek a pinch. “Now, who’s your friend?”

“This is Jared. My, uh, my friend Jared,” Jensen stammered.

“Nice to meet you, son. You sure are a tall drink of water, aren’t you?” she smiled warmly at him. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I best be moving along. I’m waiting on my granddaughter to arrive from Philadelphia. She’s coming to visit me for her spring break.”

“Have a nice time with her, Mrs. Berwick,” Jensen said kindly.

“See you Sunday!” she called as she shuffled away.

They looked at each other before continuing on to the parking structure. “That was a bit of a mood killer,” Jared muttered.

“Tell me about it. I was thinking about getting you naked, and up pops a member of Dad’s congregation,” Jensen hissed back.

The walk to the parking garage was silent, both lost in their own thoughts. Jared was remembering the conversation they’d had at the BBQ, when they were in the hot tub. Jensen had said he was terrified of his father finding out about his sexuality, and they hadn’t been very careful in public. If they could run into a member of Pastor Ackles’ church at the airport, they could run into one anywhere. Jared felt the sudden need to protect Jensen – to make sure Jensen wasn’t outed until he was ready to out himself.

Once they were headed down the road, Jensen put his hand on Jared’s thigh. “Missed you,” he said, looking up at Jared with a pensive look in his eyes.

“What’cha thinking about, Jen?” he replied, threading their fingers together.

“Remember the first night I came to your house and we talked about me never bringing anyone home to meet my parents?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I wish I could. With you.”

Jensen looked sad, and Jared hated seeing a frown on his face. “Maybe someday. Maybe someday things will be different.”

He smiled over at Jensen optimistically, but Jensen didn’t look convinced.

~*~

Txt Msg from: Jared
What are you wearing?

Txt Msg from: Jensen
Are you trying to initiate text message sex?

Txt Msg from: Jared
You wish, perv. We’re both working.

Txt Msg from: Jensen
Fine. Shirt and tie (the one you picked up for me last week)

Txt Msg from: Jared
I have excellent taste

Txt Msg from: Jensen
You do. Now why the curiosity about my clothing?

Txt Msg from: Jared
We need grubbies. For tonight.

Txt Msg from: Jensen
Grubbies?

Txt Msg from: Jared
We’re gonna get dirty.

Txt Msg from: Jensen
And you said this wasn’t text message sex

Txt Msg from: Jared
I’ll swing by and pick you up after work. Be in grubbies.

Txt Msg from: Jensen
Okay…

Txt Msg from: Jared
:-) Just trust me

~*~

The course of true love never did run smooth. – Shakespeare

~*~

When Jensen climbed into Jared’s car, he was clad in ratty old jeans with holes in the knees, a paint splattered Beatles t-shirt, and a baseball cap. Jared made an appreciative noise, then leaned over for a lingering kiss. “I kinda want to take you back into your apartment and lick you all over.”

“What, and miss out on the chance to wear our ‘grubbies’ out in public?” Jensen teased, before pushing his tongue into Jared’s mouth.

“Mmm,” Jared moaned, putting a hand to Jensen’s chest.

Jensen laughed and pulled away after a couple of minutes. “As much as I love all the kissing, don’t you have some sort of plans for us? I assure you we can continue what we started later.”

“Promise?” Jared sulked, using his best puppy dog eyes.

“Whatever we’re doing was your idea in the first place,” Jensen reminded him. He buckled his seat belt and leaned back in the seat. “So where we headed?”

Jared’s face brightened significantly, and he patted Jensen’s knee. “Your ranch!”

“Yeah?” Jensen smiled.

“I figured we could do some repairs that don’t require a lot of money. Gotta start somewhere, right?”

“You’re pretty amazing, Jared Padalecki,” Jensen said, looking at Jared in awe.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jared laughed. “I’m not great at this kind of thing, but I recruited some help.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, his mouth upturned in a smile.

They drove along, Jared singing to an old Blue Oyster Cult song on the radio at the top of his lungs, his hand not leaving Jensen’s knee. He began to jitter with excitement as they neared the ranch. He knew the sign would be in place, and couldn’t wait for Jensen’s reaction.

He steered the car into the driveway and couldn’t help but look at Jensen instead of where he was going. The sign was hung proudly over the drive, and it was even better than Jared had anticipated. The Rattlesnake Smile, it said, with a picture of a cowboy riding a bucking horse etched into the wood. Also, a mid-sized crew Jared had hired was rebuilding the paddocks as Jared stopped the car right under the sign. He knew Tom, Mike and Steve were inside the house, finishing up by putting fresh coats of paint on all the walls of the empty house.



Jensen’s green eyes grew wide as he surveyed first the sign, then the men working on the fences. “Jared,” he said evenly. “This isn’t right.” He refused to make eye contact. “I told you I didn’t want you putting money into the place.”

“What? I thought you’d love it,” Jared said, crestfallen. “I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“You blatantly ignored what I said.” Jensen finally looked over, but Jared didn’t like how hard the lines of his face were. “You can’t just do whatever you want, whenever you want, just because you’re rich.”

Jared noticed that Steve and Mike had stepped out onto the wrap-around porch and were waving in their direction, bright smiles on their faces. Jared rolled down his window and stuck his index finger out, indicating he and Jensen needed a minute. “Jen, I – I don’t think that. I missed you when you were in Denver and wanted to help you out. Surprise you.”

“I’m surprised alright,” Jensen said, getting out of the car and heading toward the house.

Scrambling after him, Jared jogged to keep up with Jensen’s angry pace. “Wait! Jen, please wait!”

Jensen spun around and stopped. “This is my granddad’s ranch. This is my responsibility, not yours. I don’t get it, Jared. Why did you do this after I asked you not to?”

Shuffling his feet, Jared looked at the ground. “You didn’t specifically say not to surprise you…”

“Unbelievable,” Jensen huffed, and continued toward the house.

All Jared could do was follow behind, feeling like a kicked puppy.

“Can one of you drive me home?” Jensen asked Steve and Mike, who looked both confused and concerned.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, I guess I can,” Steve stammered, looking at Jared for permission.

Jared nodded sadly. “Take him home, please.”

“See you at home, Jay,” Steve said, finding his keys in his jeans pocket. “C’mon, Jensen. My truck’s over there.”

Jared watched them walk away with slumped shoulders. He sat down on the top step of the porch and put his head in his hands. “What’d I do?” he moaned.

He felt Mike sit down beside him and put an arm around Jared’s waist. “What the fuck was that all about?”

“Honestly? I’m not sure. Jensen flipped when he saw the sign and the workers. He said something about money and the ranch being his responsibility.”

The front door opened and Tom came out. He sat on Jared’s other side and silently gave his support. He obviously had somewhat of an idea what had happened.

Mike frowned. “Maybe he’ll tell Steve what’s up on the ride back into town.”

“Maybe…” Jared sighed. “Do you think I should tell the crew to stop working on the fence?”

“Nah, let ‘em finish. They’re almost done. And you should see the inside; the paint looks great,” Mike said, standing up.

“I just wanted to give him a head start, you know?”

“We know. You’ve just gotta give him some time, then make sure Jensen understands your intentions. He was shocked and he’s probably regretting his actions right now.”

Jared stifled a laugh. “Mike, for being such an asshole most of the time, you’re pretty good at giving advice.”

“He has his moments,” Tom smiled. “Jay, we’ll make sure things are taken care of here. Why don’t you go home and run yourself a hot bath? Relax and think about how to make things right with your boy.”

Steve wasn’t home when Jared pulled into the driveway. His space in the garage sat empty, which made Jared’s stomach lurch with jealousy. Steve was most likely still out with Jensen, but Jared was the one who was supposed to be with him. Not that he was worried anything would happened between his friend and his boyfriend, but he found himself being jealous of anyone who got to be with Jensen when he couldn’t be.

After letting the dogs out, Jared plodded up to his room. He glanced into his huge bathroom and thought the bath that Tom has suggested was a good idea. The gigantic tub was horribly under-used, and Jared shed his clothes while he filled the tub as high as it could go. As his body sunk below the water, he turned the jets on high. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the ledge, finally feeling all the tension in his muscles release.

Instead of the usual guilt and heaviness concerning his plan to destroy Jensen’s father that he habitually thought about when he was alone, he was now feeling lost and defeated. While he’d never even entertained the idea that Jensen would be so angry, the more he thought about it, the sadder it made him.

Jensen had invaded his life so thoroughly and Jared had never been happier. Having a boyfriend, and not just a fling here and a fling there, was far more satisfying that he’d ever imagined. His stomach still filled with butterflies when he knew Jensen was on his way over, and his smile made it impossible for Jared not to smile, too. His touch was soft, and his voice…oh his voice sent Jared spiraling into happiness. It was deep, and rich, and…near his ear?

Jared’s eyes flew open and he quickly sat upright, sending waves of water splashing over the sides of the tub. “Christ!” he yelped.

Despite what had happened earlier, Jensen’s mouth twitched into a small grin. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.

Turning the jets off so he could hear, Jared scooted to the edge of the tub and crossed his arms to cradle his head. “Hi, Jen,” he said softly.

Jensen sighed. “Hey.”

“I’m glad you came over…” Jared said hesitantly. “I hated seeing you walk away from me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Jensen swallowed hard before continuing. “My pride got the best of me, Jay. My dad always thought my dream of repairing the ranch was ridiculous; he never had any faith that I could do it. I guess…I guess I just want to do it all on my own so that I can prove him wrong.”

Jensen had never looked more vulnerable and Jared found it adorable. His freckles even looked shy. “You don’t have to say any more. Let’s forget about the whole thing and move on. I can ask the crew to take down the sign-"

“No!” Jensen practically shouted. “I love the sign. I really do. It’s really sweet that you remembered the story I told you about Granddad.”

“Really?” Jared said, finally smiling widely. “Can you forgive me, Jen?”

“Only if you can forget that I was such an asshole earlier.”

“Done.” Jared maneuvered himself back into his earlier position, stretching his long body out with a contended sigh. “It feels real nice in here. I wouldn’t mind some company?”

Jensen grinned, then reached for the buckle on his belt. Jared watched appreciatively as Jensen slowly got undressed, his skin begging to be touched. Once he was naked, he slid into the water and crawled toward Jared’s sprawled out frame. He wrapped his arms around Jared’s neck and brought their mouths together. Jared reached around Jensen’s body and turned the jets back on, sending the water sloshing around them while they kissed softly.

After a few minutes, Jensen settled into the crook of Jared’s arm, nestling his face into the side of Jared’s neck. “Thanks for not freaking out on me.”

“What do you mean? I was just confused and hurt. I won’t ever freak out on you,” he kissed Jensen’s temple.

“Well, Steve drove me around awhile, you know, so I could calm down,” Jensen drawled, tracing a circle on Jared’s hipbone under the water. “Then all of a sudden this fear gripped me and I couldn’t catch my breath. I thought about what I’d done, how I’d left, and I panicked. What if you saw this side of me and didn’t want me anymore?”

“You’re going to have to do a lot more than get upset over fence repairs to push me away, m’sorry to tell you,” Jared laughed.

“I know you were just doing something awesome for me, and I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did.”

“Hey,” Jared said, lifting Jensen’s chin up so they could lock eyes. “You’re my boyfriend, and if I want to do nice things for you once in awhile, let me, okay? I have more money than I could spend in seven lifetimes, and I happen to like the idea of spoiling you now and again.”

“Do you have any other guys stashed around the state of Texas you like to dote on?” Jensen teased.

“Well, I give to several charities, and of course I send my parents a hefty check once a month. But no, I can’t recall any other guys…” Jared pretended to think about it.

Jensen smacked him on the stomach playfully. “What charities are close to your heart?”

“Well, Steve got me involved in this program where they buy musical instruments for kids who can’t afford them, and the lessons needed to learn how to play them. Then there’s the diabetes research – one of my employees struggles with it, so I wanted to lend a hand in finding a cure. Oh, and the animal rescue fund! Mike’s friend runs that, and they vaccinate homeless pets to make them more adoptable, which is great because-"

Jensen’s lips connecting with his own cut off his words, and who was he to refuse? He moaned into Jensen’s mouth, his tongue curling possessively around Jensen’s, and used his hands to twist Jensen around to straddle his lap.

“You have such a kind heart, Jay. I’m thankful every single day for the mysterious text message that showed up on my phone that Riley swears he never sent. It brought us together.”

Guilt surged through Jared’s body, and he stiffened with shock. He’d almost allowed himself to let go of the remorse he felt about what had really happened that night – Chris coming up with the plan that Jared was both thankful for and hated with all of his soul. It had ended with the two of them falling for each other and being happy, but was it based on lies? He knew his feelings were real, and he knew he couldn’t lose Jensen. Ever.

Noticing the tightness in Jared’s muscles, Jensen pulled back. “Everything okay?” he asked, concern in his green eyes.

He took a long time to respond, this overwhelming feeling bursting from his chest. “I love you,” Jared whispered, clinging to Jensen.

In turn, Jensen threw his head back with laughter. “God, Jared. I love you. I love you, too!” He peppered Jared’s cheeks with kisses. “I was so scared you were going to say something awful,” he said in explanation, when Jared cocked his head in confusion over the laughing. “I’ve been falling in love with you for so long. I’ve been dying to hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“So why didn’t you say them first?” Jared grinned, suddenly feeling the need to touch Jensen everywhere. His hands roamed over Jensen’s back, then down to his ass, squeezing gently.

“Believe it or not, I’m pretty shy,” Jensen answered, then moved his hips so that Jared’s rapidly hardening cock brushed against his rim.

“I think bath time is over,” Jared announced, carefully helping Jensen to stand.

He grabbed a big, fluffy yellow towel and haphazardly dried both of them off with it before backing Jensen into the bedroom. Once they were lying down, Jared covered Jensen’s body with his own. The feel of their skin touching ignited a flash of passion so intense that Jared shivered. He bent his head to claim Jensen’s mouth, his tongue snaking out to wrap around Jensen’s in an intricate dance. Their hands seemed to roam everywhere, touching taut muscles and soft skin.

Their cocks rubbed together, and they began rutting against one another, gaining delicious friction along the way. Their mouths were fused together, and Jensen licked eagerly along Jared’s lips, at the roof of his mouth, over his teeth.

Soon Jensen’s groaning was too inviting for Jared not to want to make him do it even more. He kissed a pathway toward Jensen’s stomach, licking his way down to his belly button and circling it with his wet tongue. Jensen’s hands flew to Jared’s hair, wrapping brown strands around his fingers and tugging as gently as Jared was sure he could muster. He didn’t ignore Jensen’s cock completely, briefly mouthing at the crown for a few moments, and tonguing the underside with enthusiasm.

Jared grabbed Jensen’s hips and tugged him down further into the bed, and used his hands to cant Jensen’s pelvis toward his mouth. His tongue moved lower, and guided one of Jensen’s balls into his mouth, rolling it around as Jensen’s grip on his hair tightened. He reached up to play with Jensen’s nipples with one hand, feeling them harden at his touch, and Jared’s lips turned up into a smile. He loved having Jensen’s body at his mercy, in his bed, and in his heart.

He planted a light kiss to Jensen’s sac after it left his mouth, and then applied pressure with his tongue on Jensen’s perineum. Jensen probably knew where Jared’s tongue was headed next, but he still cried out when it entered his body as Jared slowly worked his way inside. After a few moments, he withdrew and licked around the rim in a clockwise motion. Through his soft lips moist air blew against Jensen’s sensitive skin, causing him to shake and push his body up toward the heat.

“Jared…oh, god, Jared,” Jensen panted.

“You taste so good,” Jared whispered, before darting his tongue inside again. “Mmm.” His lips vibrated against Jensen’s skin.

He began thrusting in and out, making sure to suck on Jensen’s rim with every few strokes. Soon Jared felt one of Jensen’s hands leave his hair, and looked up to see Jensen stroking himself frantically, his mouth open and eyes closed. He’d never looked more beautiful. Wanting to feel Jensen’s cock pulse inside his mouth as he came, Jared swatted Jensen’s hand away and let his mouth take over. The skin was velvety smooth and Jensen felt wonderfully heavy on Jared’s tongue. He knew the suction his lips were creating was driving Jensen wild, if his fists clenched in the sheets by Jared’s head meant anything.

Jensen began to buck wildly into Jared’s mouth, and Jared reached down to push the tip of his index finger into Jensen’s hole, caressing gently. Ignoring Jensen’s warning croak of his impending orgasm, Jared kept his lips wrapped tightly around Jensen’s cock as he gave one final push then emptied himself into Jared’s mouth.

“I love you,” Jensen gasped, trying to catch his breath.

Jared climbed up Jensen’s body and settled next to him, tiling his head for a lingering kiss. “You say the sweetest things when you come,” he cooed, laughing softly. But he knew that Jensen meant it; it wasn’t just his orgasm talking.

“Thank you, Jay. For the repairs to the ranch, the sign…everything,” Jensen said softly.

“Speaking of the sign, did you happen to notice the cowboy riding a stallion on it?” Jared asked coyly, shifting so his hard length pressed into Jensen’s thigh.

“Yep, and now we gotta take care of you,” Jensen said, running the tip of his finger over Jared’s closest bicep. “Cowboy style.” He sat up, then got onto his knees, crawling to align himself over Jared’s body.

“I think I really like where this is going,” Jared grinned, pulling on the back of Jensen’s neck until he yielded to the touch, their mouths fusing together again for a perfect mix of sweet and zealous.

“Do you think we could just stay in your house, kissing each other all over forever?” Jensen asked when they finally broke apart, his lips nipping at Jared’s neck. “I could really go for that.”

“As long as you feed me once in awhile, I’m game.”

Jensen laughed, then pressed his groin down into Jared’s. He was already starting to get hard again, and Jared thought he might die if he didn’t get inside of Jensen’s body soon. He didn’t have to wait long for Jensen to lift his body up and straddle Jared’s thighs, Jared’s cock resting inches from where it wanted to be. He leaned over to the nightstand and got out a tube, then shifted to wrap his lubricated hand around Jared’s hard and leaking dick. After slathering enough on, he held Jared up and guided his body down onto him.

Hissing slightly, Jared gripped onto Jensen’s hips, which were moving down until Jared was fully inside of him. Jensen felt tight, and hot, and incredible and…

…like home.

“Fuck,” he moaned, letting his eyes slide shut, wanting to concentrate on the feeling coursing through his body.

“I know,” Jensen whispered. “I know.”

As Jensen raised his body up and let it come slamming back down onto Jared’s cock, Jared decided he was never letting this man go. Ever.

Jensen rolled his hips onto Jared like a pro, moaning Jared’s name and making it sound filthy.

Their eyes connected and Jared reached for Jensen’s hands, lacing their fingers together intimately. Jared wasn’t fond of the term, but it felt like he was making love for the first time in his life, instead of just getting off. This meant something more. This meant something real.

He felt Jensen shift slightly, and knew his cock had begun to slide over Jensen’s prostate when he moaned with throaty satisfaction. He was leaking onto Jared’s stomach as he moved up and down, looking like a Greek god. His face was flushed, and Jared found himself studying the freckles sprinkled across the bridge of Jensen’s nose. Suddenly feeling the need to kiss them, Jared placed his large, warm hands on Jensen’s back and sat up, pulling Jensen’s legs around his waist.

Stilling his body for a moment, Jared leaned up and pressed his lips softly over the skin on Jensen’s cheek, and ending up on his nose. Jensen ran the fingers on one of his hands over Jared’s mouth, and stared at him with nothing short of wonder. Darting his tongue out, Jared captured Jensen’s pinky and sucked it into his mouth.

“I think you’re going to be the death of me, Jensen Ackles,” he admitted gently.

Jensen replaced his finger with his tongue, and Jared could tell he was putting everything he had into the kiss. It was sharp and possessive and delectable. Jensen’s body started moving again, and their breathing became as erratic as their kisses. They pushed and pulled against one another, arms wrapping tightly around muscle and skin – not able to get close enough.

Their speed intensified, and the room filled with the sounds of their moaning and groaning. Jared felt like he could pass out, but he didn’t want to miss out on any of it. Didn’t want to miss out on touching Jensen, and feeling him all around his body. Everything felt so amazing.

His hand reached between them and grabbed onto Jensen’s cock when he could tell Jensen was getting close. He’d been staving off his own orgasm, not wanting it to end, but he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. Jensen keened into Jared’s mouth, and his hips began slamming more forcefully onto Jared’s body, his own cock as deep as it could get inside of Jensen’s body. Jared stroked Jensen fast and with purpose, then felt Jensen stiffen as his second release took hold of him, and Jared loved the sensation of Jensen’s come splashing on his skin, his body clamping down tightly around Jared, and the look of pure bliss on his glowing face.

Jared came a second later, his face buried in Jensen’s neck. He just wanted to keep holding on, and suddenly felt a slight stinging behind his eyelids. The love and adoration he was feeling for Jensen had actually caused his eyes to well up. “I love you,” he said, his voice slightly muffled.

“Love you, too,” Jensen said, lifting Jared’s chin so he could kiss him gently.

The kiss turned into more making out, and Jared honestly didn’t know how he’d ever get enough of Jensen. “We’re gonna get stuck like this,” he laughed.

“That wouldn’t be half bad,” Jensen mused, sucking Jared’s bottom lip into his mouth.

“Mmmmm,” Jared murmured, then reluctantly pulled away. “Okay, cowboy, let’s get cleaned up and get some sleep.”

They slipped into Jared’s shower, which just might have resulted in Jensen dropping to his knees and sucking Jared off before they soaped each other’s bodies, then fell naked back into bed. They lay facing each other, their legs tangled together beneath the sheets, and their fingers laced intricately.

“You know,” Jensen said, “I never thought I’d find something like this in Tortilla Flat, Texas.” He laughed softly. “I left the country to ‘find myself’ and ended up finding you right here at home.”

Jared pressed a kiss to Jensen’s temple. “The world works in mysterious ways.” He pushed the pang of guilt down into his gut. He didn’t want to think about how they’d met right now. He wanted to concentrate on the future. Their future together.

Soon they fell into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other.

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