Title: At the World's End
Pairing/s: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 24,200+ in 3 parts
Warnings:  m/m slash, facial, AU
Beta: lapis1961   - thank you so much for rescuing me on the Beta hon
Con-crit: Any feedback welcome
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: They belong to other people I just borrow them for a while
Summary: Alone in a foreign country, Jared searches for himself and finds love.

A/N - written for the Get A Clue challenge at spn_first_time - I took some ideas shamelessly from the manga and film The Crying Freeman

A/N 2 - This wasn't written for lapis1961's birthday but I'm dedicating it to him as a birthday gift. Thank you for your help and kind words.

Jensen attacked his mouth, taking control and exploring it with his hot tongue. He tangled his fingers into Jared’s hair and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as though trying to melt into the taller man. Too soon, they heard the horn outside the door and Jensen grabbed his hand once more, pulling Jared behind him as they raced for the door 

They giggled as they tumbled into the back seat in a tangle of limbs. Jared attempted to retain his modesty when Jensen’s hand got caught in his hastily donned robe while Jensen smacked his head on the window. Eventually they managed to close the door and spent the short journey back to Jensen’s fighting for legroom in lieu of ripping each others’ clothes off – not something they wanted to do with an audience.

Jared fiddled with the mask, itching to throw it off so he could be free to kiss Jensen. He had raised it to kiss Jensen but the older man had gently covered his face once more just before they reached the door out to the cab.

“It’s not a good idea to get rid of it yet, Jay,” he had said as Jared pouted. “You don’t know who’s watching and I don’t want you to have to face the press over this.”

Jared knew he was right but he didn’t want any barriers between them. When he had been working the show it had been liberating but now it was an impediment and that was bad. Jensen smiled at him and looked pointedly at the way his fingers danced over the ties at the back of his head. Even under the mask, Jensen seemed to know what he was thinking.

When they pulled up outside the shop Jensen threw a sheaf of notes at the driver and jumped out of the cab.  The streets were full of people, some finishing their days out, some getting ready for a Saturday night out in Camden. They fought against the sea of people and traffic until Jensen finally managed to unlock his door. They tumbled in and Jared wondered when he had gotten so clumsy, ever since he started kissing Jensen, he didn’t seem to have full control over his limbs.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Jensen pinned him to the wall and ripped off the mask. “Finally,” he murmured as he captured Jared’s lips once more. Jared knew he would never tire of the feel and taste of Jensen, if anything the yearning would grow if he let it. Jensen tugged at the loose knot holding the robe together and slipped his hands underneath when he felt it give, tracing his hands over the smooth, paint covered skin until he could slide the offending fabric off Jared’s shoulders. Jared moaned at the feel of the lightly calloused fingers as they caressed his hips, his waist, trembling stomach, chest and finally shoulders. The touch was light but firm and just this side of driving him crazy with want.

“Your turn,” Jared growled into Jensen’s ear as he tugged at his shirt, his shaking fingers struggling to undo the buttons. Jensen twined his fingers with Jared’s and pulled, scattering the buttons in all directions and shrugging out of the remains of the cotton. Jared’s breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sight before him.

He watched as the dragon on Jensen’s chest rippled with his shallow breathing. He had only seen this in indistinct photos and now he was close enough to touch he wanted to learn every line and colour that decorated Jensen’s body. It was more beautiful than could ever be shown in a photograph and Jared felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of anyone else ever seeing it.

Jensen stood still as he let Jared look. Finally, Jared let his eyes meet Jensen’s again and saw the uncertainty there. “You’re beautiful, Jen. Never seen anything so amazing.” Jared tentatively reached out his hand and traced the shape of a chrysanthemum that nestled over his collarbone. His other hand joined the first and he stepped even closer until they were breathing from each other’s lips. Jared’s hands moved from one part of Jensen’s tattoos to another until all that was left was the dragon that encircled his torso and stretched below the waistband of his pants.

“I can’t believe you let me wear him,” Jared whispered as he caressed the face of the dragon where it stared out from over Jensen’s heart, “something so much a part of you.”

“The moment I saw you all I wanted to do was mark you with something of mine,” Jensen whispered back, letting his own hands drift lightly over the phoenix on Jared’s chest. “I didn’t sleep that night. All I could think about was you, how you would taste, what you would feel like. A Texas boy full of fire ready to be reborn with each new role.”

Jared groaned at the words, or the touch, he wasn’t really sure any more. The whole day had left him aching for more than just sweet words and soft touches. He let his hands slip round Jensen’s waist and down to cup his ass before pulling Jensen hard against him. The rough feel of the denim against his cock had him clenching his hands against the full curve of Jensen’s ass hard enough to bruise even through the thick fabric.

“Still too many clothes, Ackles.”

They both moved to undo Jensen’s belt and fly, getting in each others’ way more than helping speed up the process. Jensen growled in frustration and pouted which set Jared off into waves of laughter. Jensen’s scowl deepened but he couldn’t stop himself.

“You’re too pretty to scowl like that, Jen,” he said gently, stroking at the frown lines on his face.

“You do realise you’re talking yourself out of a sure thing don’t you, Padalecki?”

Jared was instantly contrite gently moving Jensen’s hands away and opening the stubborn fastenings. He pushed the fabric down Jensen’s long legs following them down with lips and tongue but avoiding any contact with Jensen’s hard cock. He knew he wanted to touch and taste and feel it but he was still too unsure of himself.

“Jay,” Jensen said softly, pulling Jared back up his body, “it’s okay. We can talk things as slowly as you need. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“I want everything, Jen. I just don’t know how...” he trailed off unable to articulate his insecurities.

“Jared, I’m right here. I’m not going to hurt you and you’re not gonna hurt me.” He punctuated each statement with a kiss along Jared’s jaw before claiming his mouth once more. “Let me take care of you.”

Jared moaned and felt his legs go weak. He clung to Jensen while he explored Jared’s body with lips and hands. He clung to Jensen when the older man stepped back but he just grinned and crooked his finger at Jared before turning and sauntering towards a closed door. Jared followed a few paces behind enjoying the view of Jensen’s beautifully decorated ass. He could see each scale defined on the pale skin that was thrown into greater relief by the soft colours of the dragon’s tail.

They launched at each other as soon as the door closed behind them, each trying to tip the other onto the soft bed. They wrestled around, hands sliding over slick skin before Jensen started playing dirty. He nipped at Jared’s earlobe and pulled him flush with his body. The shock of contact with every inch of Jensen’s body drove all the playfulness from Jared and they tumbled onto the cool white sheets. Jared ground himself against Jensen revelling in the slide of his cock against Jensen’s. They seemed to fit perfectly together and every movement sent sparks down his spine.

Jensen rocked his entire body against Jared and it became more and more obvious why his signature motif was a dragon. He was all lithe grace and sinuous strength and he engulfed Jared completely. He didn’t even need to use his hands to have Jared whimpering beneath him. Jared brought his hands up to Jensen’s shoulders and once more paid loving attention to the pretty pictures carved into the skin there. This time though he traced the shape of the dragon, following it down from the head to where the tail started to curl around his thighs. Jensen groaned into Jared’s mouth as he finally reached between them and wrapped his hand around Jensen’s shaft.

It was amazing to feel the velvet hardness beneath his fingers and he could feel the effect it was having on Jensen. He explored every inch of the considerable length, noting every hitch in Jensen’s breathing or the way his hips would twitch forward if he stroked just there. 

“Jared, please-“ he whispered brokenly. “Need you...please...Jay...” The raw desire nearly drove Jared to the edge.

“Jen, I don’t know what- You need to help me out man.” Jared said softly as he moved his hand to stoke gently down Jensen’s back. Jensen rested his forehead against Jared’s and breathed deeply, trying to regain some measure of control.

“You drive me crazy, Jay. I want you, all of you.” Jensen raised his head and gazed intently at Jared. The younger man didn’t try to hide his nervousness but he wanted this too and the lust was just as clear in his eyes 

“Yes, Jensen. Please.”

Jensen plundered Jared’s mouth once more, hard and driving, thrusting his tongue into the wet heat until he had Jared writhing beneath him and begging for more. Jensen groped blindly through the draw of his nightstand, unwilling to relinquish his contact with Jared, until he finally found what he needed.

Jared whimpered at the loss of Jensen’s full attention. He’d grown greedy for it, needed it as much as oxygen and now he was fumbling for something that wasn’t him. He tried to pout around Jensen’s lips and tongue but it was impossible and all the need for doing so left his mind when Jensen’s hands finally found his body again. Jared felt the slickness of Jensen’s touch as he trailed his hands up his legs and over his ass, teasing the sensitive skin of the crease and his lower back.

“Shh, Jay. Relax and I’ll make it good. Promise,” Jensen whispered into his ear as his fingertip pressed at Jared’s hole. But Jensen had obviously misinterpreted his gasp. It felt so good to be touched there, better than he ever imagined it would. The lightly circling pressure of Jensen’s finger pushed just to the point of slipping in but pulled back each time. Jared growled in frustration and rolled his hips in an effort to force Jensen’s hand, the movement causing their cocks to rub against each other.

There was no more time for teasing. Both of them had been fighting their arousal all day and this was tipping over the edge of pleasure into torture. Jared had never been so hard and he desperately wanted to feel Jensen inside him. Fortunately, Jensen seemed to get with the programme because it was that moment he pushed his finger inside, slipping easily into the tight heat. Jared clenched convulsively around him and Jensen dropped his head to Jared’s shoulder, breathing heavily. He gave Jared a moment to adjust before gently moving his finger, thrusting in and out slowly. Jared just let himself drift with the sensation, barely aware of a second finger joining the first until it was pushing against resisting muscles. As soon as he realised what was happening he tensed up, stopping Jensen in his tracks.

“Jay, you okay? Want me to stop?” The words seemed to be torn from his mouth and Jared knew Jensen was just barely holding onto the threads of control. He was doing this for Jared, to make sure he felt good. There was no way he was stopping now.

“I’m good. Just...give me a second here,” he panted and stroked the sweat dampened hair at the nape of Jensen’s neck. He felt the mirroring tension there, the desire thrumming through him and Jared tried to soothe the man lying above him. He stroked and whispered gentle words he couldn’t remember the second they had been spoken. It seemed to work as the tension eased and he felt himself melting under Jensen’s embrace.

The fingers inside him started to gently move once more, pushing further in and Jared felt the burn turn into a delightful friction. He started to rock his hips in time with Jensen’s gently thrusting fingers and the change in angle caused them to brush against something that sent the breath from his body on Jensen’s name. When he was able to think again Jared thought he might know what it was but right now, all that mattered was Jensen touching him there again. He felt the third finger slip in and welcomed it, eagerly pushing down onto Jensen’s hand.

“Oh God, Jen,” he panted, lost on a sea of sensation and only the feel of Jensen’s body above his was anchoring him. “Need you...please Jen...please...can’t...”

Jared’s incoherent pleading seemed to break the tenuous control Jensen had and he felt an aching emptiness when he removed his fingers. Jensen stroked his hip and tried to flip him over but Jared wrapped his long legs around Jensen’s waist and pulled him closed. He felt Jensen’s cock slide over his loosened opening and gasped at the sensation, even tried to angle himself so it would slide over again and again. He watched Jensen struggle with himself and the sinful temptation Jared had turned into.

“It’ll hurt this way, Jay. I don’t want that for you.”

“Jen, I need to see,” Jared whispered hoarsely. He needed to see Jensen’s face above his telling him it was okay, that they were in this together. This was so far out of his realm of experience he didn’t think he could do it if he couldn’t stare into those beautiful green eyes. He had only ever seen truth and reassurance in them and he wasn’t willing to let go of that so his body could be a bit more comfortable.

Jensen stared at him for a long moment before his grip relaxed. He pulled Jared’s legs a little higher and slid his cock along the crease of Jared’s ass once more before sinking into his body. Jared felt himself tense again - Jensen was bigger than his fingers had been and as much as Jared wanted this, it was still a shock. Jensen stopped and kissed him, his hands wandering all over and reigniting the fire that burned through him.

Jensen slowly filled him as he flicked at his nipples and bent his head to the spot on Jared’s neck that had him arching up, taking more of Jensen inside him. When their hips were flush, Jensen stilled again. Jared looked up at him with lust filled eyes and saw the sweat beading on Jensen’s face. He reached up and licked the salty moisture from his temple and kissed his way to his mouth. He nibbled at Jensen’s lips, loving the way they became even fuller and red with blood. 

When Jensen blushed the tattoos on his body became brighter and he seemed to glow. The dragon became a live thing that wrapped itself around them both, undulating with every slow thrust and watching as Jared arched to meet each one. Jensen moaned his name again and again as his movements became more forceful and Jared couldn’t tear his eyes away from him. He caressed the dragon as if it was the one making love to him and let his hand trail down its body to where he and Jensen were joined. It felt like Jensen was wearing his soul on the outside.

As Jared’s hand brushed over their skin Jensen arched and threw his head back. “Jay!” he cried, “drive me crazy. Never have enough of you.”

The movement had Jensen brushing that spot again and Jared saw stars. He was on the edge and it would only take one thing to tip him over.

“Jen, please...need to...please...Jen!”

Jensen slid his hand down to join Jared’s and brought their entwined hands to Jared’s cock. He guided their movements in time to his thrusts and within seconds Jared was crying out his name over and over as his orgasm hit him. Jensen’s movements became harder and faster as he followed Jared over the edge.

They collapsed into each other’s arms, Jensen still buried deep inside as they struggled to come back to earth. Jared loved the weight above him and the feeling of fullness but as the haze of his mind-blowing orgasm faded, he began to notice the strain. He wiggled until Jensen finally got the hint. He groaned and slipped gently out of Jared. He rolled to the other side of the bed but Jared pulled him close again, tucking him into his shoulder.  They lay like that for a while; the pleasant stupor was a blanket around them.

“Hey Jen,” Jared said eventually, waiting for Jensen to look at him before continuing. “I think I need a bit of a touch up.”

Jensen looked confused until Jared gestured to the smudged and smeared paint that still clung to his torso. The mischievous smile Jared wore had Jensen batting at his head but without force.

“It’s a good job I’m too fucked out to get my revenge Padalecki or you’d be in trouble right about now.” Jensen smiled sleepily and lightly bit his shoulder. 

Jared just held him closer and wished this could last forever. He’d known Jensen a week but it already felt like a lifetime. He fought the tiredness that tried to claim him and watched as Jensen drifted off to sleep. In a few hours he would be flying back to Texas, then LA, then Vancouver but he was already counting the minutes before he could find his way back to London.

His last conscious thought was that his agent was going to be pissed when he told her he liked guys now, well a guy. As he drifted off to sleep, Peter O’Toole’s words floated through his mind. Step off the map and find himself. Well he’d stepped off the map and found Jensen instead. Peter fucking O’Toole, Jared grinned into Jensen’s hair. This was all his fault and he’d have to find a way to thank him.

*****

Jared awoke slowly, dragged from the pleasant dream that he was lying in Jensen’s arms. He opened his eyes with a sigh. It was the third time that week and the twelfth in the two weeks since he’d been back and he was exhausted. Every time he closed his eyes, he had the same dream. All he wanted was a good night’s sleep not plagued by the one thing he couldn’t have.

Jared threw the alarm clock across the room, silencing the shrill beeping that set his teeth on edge. His mom had noticed how tense he had been since he got back. He played with Sadie and Harley, joked around with Jeff and Megan but it felt hollow and he knew his mom saw right through him. Ever since he’d left Jensen sleeping, he had been hoping Jensen would call him. He left a message on Jensen’s cell just in case he hadn’t seen the note Jared had left on the nightstand – Jared hoped the fact he had left it propped against the lube they’d used would make him blush.

 It was torture sitting around waiting for Jensen’s call. At first, Jared thought maybe Jensen was waiting, not wanting to seem too eager but that didn’t really seem too likely considering how fast everything between them had happened. But now Jared had left a dozen messages and still nothing. He hated the way Jensen was making him feel like the clingy child everyone accused him of being but everything had seemed so perfect and now nothing.

“Jared, honey?”  He started at his name but turned a smile at his mother as she leaned on the door.

“Hey mom.”

“So you ever gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, momma. I just...” he trailed off, not sure whether to tell her about Jensen but he’d never been able to hide anything from her. “I met someone, mom and...he’s perfect.” He glanced up when he felt her sit next to him and wrap her arm around his shoulder.

“Oh baby, how long have you known? Is that why you and Sandy...?”

“No. I didn’t know. Not until Jensen. I met him in London and it was like we’d known each other forever. He made me feel safe.”

“So what happened?” Jared looked at her. He was afraid he’d see disgust in her face but his mom just looked at him with the same acceptance he always saw there whether he had scratched the car when he hit a patch of ice or got his heart broken for the first time.

“I don’t know.” He barely recognised his own voice as he buried his head in his mom’s shoulder. He didn’t cry, he just let himself be comforted.

“Why don’t you go and find out?”

Jared pulled back and his mom stroked the hair out of his face. Maybe he should do something. He had a couple of days left before he had to go back to work and Richardson wasn’t that far away. He could drop off the picture of him and Chad like he promised, maybe try and find out a bit more about Jensen and see if he couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t calling.

*****

The drive took forever. Those four hours were the longest of his life and he had way too much time to think and second-guess himself. It was all too possible he had read the signs all wrong. Maybe Jensen didn’t actually want more than a night of sex with him and he was turning into the stalker ex from hell. Maybe he just hadn’t been any good and Jensen didn’t want to have to deal with it.

By the time Jared hit Austin he was about ready to turn back around but he was never one to back down and he didn’t want to carry on wondering for the rest of his life. He wanted to understand why Jensen wouldn’t just tell him it was a one night only kinda deal when he was usually so upfront about everything.

At Waco, he felt almost dizzy at the too-ing and fro-ing of his thoughts. Hell, at Temple he had pulled off the Interstate with every intention of heading back home but the picture of Jensen lying next to him, so peaceful and relaxed with his arm draped over Jared’s chest, stopped him. When Jared had made to get up the arm had tightened and Jensen had pressed his lips against Jared’s shoulder where he had bitten it playfully just a few hours earlier.

It was that image he kept seeing in his mind, more than the sight of Jensen tensed above him as he thrust into Jared and drove him to heights he had never before experienced. I mean, sex could be good with anyone if you let yourself enjoy it but the kind of sex they’d had only came when you really wanted them and it was the tenderness they had shared that had Jared turning the truck around yet again. 

Of course, he hit traffic when he finally got the Dallas city limits but that gave him the opportunity to tap the address into his GPS. The Ackles family lived on the outskirts of Richardson, set away on what seemed to be a hundred acres. Jared knew the name Ackles but he’d had no idea it was Jensen’s father. They had never worked together but Jared had seen some of his work. Part of him hoped Jensen’s father wouldn’t be there.

He stepped out of his truck and made his way up to the porch, gripping the envelope he carried tightly before he realised he was about to damage it. He took a deep breath and tried putting the creepy stalker thought out of his mind. Jensen had asked him to deliver the picture. Sure he hadn’t actually asked him to hand deliver it but that was splitting hairs. He knocked with more confidence than he felt though that wasn’t exactly hard – the hard bit came next.

The middle-aged woman who opened the door was petit – well, pretty much everyone was petit compared to him – and had a warm enquiring smile. He swallowed his nervousness as much as he could and smiled back.

“Mrs Ackles?” he asked, knowing it couldn’t be anyone else.

“Yes?” 

“Um, Jensen asked me to give this to Mackenzie.” Jared held out the envelope showing the address Jensen had written out for him. He saw the confusion on her face and wondered at it for a moment before realising it was from having a strange man on her doorstep with a package for her daughter. 

“He did?”

“Yeah. Um, so, should I leave it with you?” he asked, ducking his head and brushing a hand through his hair.  He had hoped for a slightly warmer welcome but that was because he was rapidly turning into an idiot when it came to Jensen. How had he thought coming here uninvited would help? He barely knew Jensen and forcing himself onto his family was low.

“Jensen, honey!” she called into the house and Jared’s head shot up in surprise. Jensen was in Texas? Jensen was here? It couldn’t be true. But it was. He saw Jensen emerge into the hallway and stepped forward, wanting to touch him and reassure himself it was real. He stared at Jensen in wonder but he stopped dead when he saw the look on Jensen’s face. He had only seen it once when Jensen had been trapped by the adoring masses at his show. He had never thought it would be sent his way.

“Jensen?” he asked, trying to keep the hurt and confusion from his voice and knowing instantly he had failed.

“Who’s at the door, mo-?” They all turned when the young girl bounded down the stairs and stopped short as soon as she saw him. “Oh my God!” she said and the next thing he knew, Jared was engulfed by the youngest Ackles. He wasn’t really afraid of her, he’d dealt with the fangirls before and he figured this was a pretty mild reaction for turning up on her doorstep. His eyes instinctively sought Jensen over the top of her head and found him trying to keep a smile off his face. The return of the Jensen he was used to had him smiling back before the closed look returned.

Jared turned to Mackenzie and gently extricated himself from her. He held out the envelope to her and said, “I guess this is yours then?” She took it and ripped it open, staring in wonder at the contents.

“Jenny, I know you said you knew him but you never said he was on visiting terms! Oh god, I look a mess. Why didn’t you warn me he was coming?” Jared could barely suppress his laughter as she ran back to the stairs stopping only to clout Jensen on the arm before disappearing from sight.

“Would you boys like something to drink?” Mrs Ackles asked, the amusement clear on her face.

“No mom. Jared’s not staying.” Jensen spoke before Jared even had time to open his mouth and the disappointment hit him hard. Dammit! He was an actor. He should be able to control himself but no, he could feel his smile falter and sense the displeasure and confusion radiating from Jensen’s mother.

“Why don’t you both sit out on the porch and talk. If you want drinks later Jensen will be happy to fix you one, won’t you Jensen.” Even Jared could hear the order implicit in her words. He headed back out into the late afternoon sun and sat in the swing. He left enough room for Jensen but wasn’t stupid enough to hope he’d use it which was lucky because Jensen seemed determined to keep the maximum amount of space between them.

“Look, I’m sorry I came by without telling anyone but I was home for the weekend and thought I’d drop off the picture like you asked.” Jared found himself babbling to fill the awkward silence. He had never liked it when things were tense and his mouth would put itself on autopilot to try and avoid the inevitable confrontation.

Jensen just stood there and stared with the same cut-off expression. “It’s not about that man. Though I never expected you to hand deliver it.”

“Then what, Jen? What did I do?”

Jared saw the instant Jensen’s facade slipped and he saw the anger that lurked beneath. Why was Jensen angry with him? What did he do?

“What did you do? You left, Jay! You left and all I had was this fucking thank you note. You think I didn’t deserve a little more from you?” he yelled. Jared was taken aback at the vehemence when Jensen waved the crumpled piece of paper in his face before shoving it back in his pocket.

“I had an early flight. I didn’t want to wake you, Jen.”

“No, you just wanted to sneak out and pretend I never happened. You wanna try and believe you don’t get off on guys, that it was just some stupid thing that happened because you were lonely and upset and that’ll never happen again!”

“That’s what you really think? After everything that’s what you think of me.” For the first time he felt his own anger rise to meet Jensen’s. “Well, fuck, Jensen, I guess next time I’m lonely I’ll just go find some rent boy then, save myself the hassle!” 

“Don’t play the indignant card, Jared. You’re the one that snuck out like I was something to be ashamed of.”

“I was never ashamed of what we shared, Jen,” Jared said quietly, dropping his gaze and running a hand through his hair. The fight had left him as suddenly as it had come. If this was really what Jensen thought maybe it really wasn’t worth the hassle. “I was so happy when I realised you were here, but...” he drew in a ragged breath, “if you don’t...if you want me to go...”

Jared sat for a moment, waiting for some sign from Jensen but he knew it wouldn’t come. He was done being a fool and wasting his time over one week and one incredible night with this guy.

“Jay,” Jensen said hesitantly

“I should go. 

“No. Please, stay.”

 "I don’t think there’s much point, Jen. I was stupid to think this could be more than it is.”

“Jay, you’re not the only one that was scared.” Jared’s head snapped up at the frustration in Jensen’s declaration. What the hell? What did Jensen have to be scared of? Jared was the one in the public eye, the one who had only just broken up with the woman he had expected to marry. If this broke to the press it would seem like he had been in the closet all this time and it would make his family, his friends, Sandy look like they had been played. Jared was risking so much just being here and Jensen was the one that was scared. 

But then he saw it. The genuine uncertainty and tension in Jensen’s body, the fear in is eyes. His gaze softened and he knew that if he let him, Jensen would explain and maybe they could put all of this behind them.

“What do you mean?” Jared asked quietly.

“I mean I have never fallen for someone the way I have for you, Jared.”

For a second the words didn’t register. They were so far from what Jared expected he couldn’t process it. As soon as the meaning filtered through his brain his heart was thundering in his chest and he swore the grin splitting his face would take off of its own accord if he didn’t reign it back in. Jared was on his feet and in Jensen’s personal space before he could blink. To be so close to him again after all this time was too much. He wanted to bask in the heat radiating from Jensen’s skin, to stare into the bright green eyes, to kiss him until there was nothing but Jared left. But Jensen beat him to it.

The long fingers slipped through his hair and tugged his head down. Their lips crashed together as they tried to leave their marks on each other, each of them trying to imprint the taste and texture so they would never have to be without it again.

Jared wasn’t sure who pulled back first but they both whimpered at the loss, resting their foreheads together and still encircled in each others’ arms as they gasped for breath.

“Is that why you didn’t call?” Jared asked quietly, still needing to know why.

“What are you talking about? You never gave me your number. And it’s not like you called me!” Jared felt the returning anger in Jensen’s frame and stepped back.

“You mean you didn’t turn over the page?” he asked incredulously. If it had been him, he would have looked for every scrap of information Jensen could have left. “And what do you mean I never called? I left you like a dozen messages?”

Jensen pulled out the note again, this time opening it fully and flipping it over. Jared knew what he would find there and he was pleased to see the chagrin before he sent Jared an apologetic look. “Okay, so I should have looked harder but that’s no reason to lie about the messages, Jay. I checked my voicemail every day and nothing.”

Jared pulled out his phone and pulled up the call log. “See? Twelve calls over the last two weeks all to your cell.”

“Jay, that’s not my number.”

Jared looked at the display in confusion. “But that’s the number you gave me.”

“No, that two should be a seven.”

When he heard Jensen’s groan he pulled him back into his arms and rested his chin on the top of Jensen’s head.

“Jen, why do you make it so hard on yourself? Why did you think the worst? When we were in London, everything was fine. What happened?”

“I-,” Jensen stuttered to a halt and Jared could feel the tension return once more. Being with Jensen Ackles was certainly going to be interesting, Jared thought as he pulled back slightly. He watched the emotions chasing each other over Jensen’s face and relented. Whatever it was could wait.

“It’s okay, Jen. We’re gonna have plenty of time to go over this because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go again.”

Jared kissed him gently. He only wanted to soothe Jensen, show him he was wanted and that it wasn’t going to change any time soon. But then Jensen was kissing him back and Jared couldn’t hold back now any more than he could that first time. Soon he was thrusting his tongue into Jensen’s mouth, drinking in the hot, wet heat he loved so much.

It took a moment to realise they weren’t alone any more. There was a cough from behind them and Jensen was gone. Mackenzie was standing in the doorway and Jensen was heading right for her. Oh God, Jared had not meant for this to happen. What if his family didn’t know or didn’t approve? They’d only just fixed this. How could he be stupid enough to fuck it up again so soon?

“Mom! Me and Jared are going for a drink. We’ll be gone a few hours.” Jensen yelled into the house, ignoring his sister. In seconds he was back at Jared’s side and he finally realised that a drink was the last thing on Jensen’s mind. He felt the heat rising, acutely aware of Mackenzie standing there watching them but unable to keep the surge of lust hidden.

“Come on,” Jensen growled as he headed for Jared’s truck.
 

***** 

The moment they climbed into the truck Jared pulled Jensen over and kissed him, hard and fast.

“Where?” he growled.

“There’s a hotel a couple of miles away if you can stay a coupla days.”

“You want me to?”

Jensen reached over and covered the hand Jared had on the gear shift. “Yeah, I do.”

Jared glanced at the man beside him and grinned at Jensen’s shy smile. It was still so new and they were so nervous together, like a first date. Jared laughed.

“What?”

“We never have enough time. I only have a few days left before I have to head back to LA.”

“Oh,” Jensen sighed. Jared squeezed his hand and smiled at him. They spent the rest of the journey in silence lost in their own thoughts. Jensen stayed in the car when Jared checked in, they may be in the city but it was still Texas. They came together as soon as the door closed behind them.

“I want to get to know you, Jen.” Jared said after a while. “This has never been about the sex.”

“But you like that part right?” Jensen said mischievously.

“Yeah, Jenny.” He laughed, “I like that part.”

Jensen slapped at him. “Don’t call me that.”

“I, I want to be a part of your life not just snatch chunks of it when we happen to be in the same country.”

“I want that too, Jared but I’ve got my shop and you’ve got your work. I don’t see how we can do it.”

“Well, maybe we take what time we can get and see how it goes.”

“I can live with that. Now are we done talking?”

Jared felt himself react to the husky tone of Jensen’s voice and suddenly all thought of further conversation left him. He walked Jensen back until he fell onto the bed.

“You know I didn’t shower before I left.” Jared whispered into Jensen’s ear as he straddled his hips. “I wanted to keep you on me for as long as possible. The picture you painted on me wasn’t recognisable any more but I wanted to feel it on my skin.”

Jared could feel Jensen shiver under him at his words. He loved the feeling of power that gave him, knowing Jensen loved that Jared wanted him to mark him. “I got on the plane with your marks on me, the places you sucked on my shoulder, the paint you smoothed on my skin. I could smell you on me the entire time.”

“Oh god, Jared!” Jensen groaned.

“I wanted to watch you wake up so much. Take a shower with you so you could explore me with your mouth and tongue. You made me yours for a night but I want you to make me yours for real. I want you to take me, Jen.”

 "What are you trying to do to me, Jay? I should have known you’d be a talker.”

“So shut me up.”

Jensen grabbed Jared’s shoulders and pulled him flush to his chest. “I would if you’d let me get naked before throwing me on the bed.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jared murmured as he kissed his way down Jensen’s jaw and neck. He worried at the skin with his teeth and delighted to see it darken. But it wasn’t enough. Jared worked his hands underneath the plain black tee shirt Jensen was wearing and teased the flesh there as well. “God, I love seeing you like this,” he growled. “Your skin is so beautiful. So much to learn. I want to memorise every pinprick, every line and colour all over your body. I love the way the colours change when you blush or when I mark you.”

Jared pulled Jensen up long enough to drag the tee over his head before sliding down his body. He made good on his word, letting his mouth land hands wander leisurely over the bared skin and sucking a few bruises in just to see the colour they would make – the wanton noises pouring out of Jensen were just a bonus.

“You know what, Jenny?” Jared said as he lifted himself off Jensen, “I changed my mind. I don’t want you to take me after all.” Jensen let out a mew of protest at the words and reached out to bring Jared back but the younger man danced out of the way and laughed. “No, Jen. I’m gonna do all the taking when I ride your hard cock until you can’t see straight.”

“Jared,” he groaned as Jared reached for his buckle and started stripping, putting a show on for his lover. “I never thought I’d say this, but you really will be the death of me. How do you manage to act like an excited kid and the best kind of sin at the same time?”

“Do you know how wrong that sounds, Jen?”

“Um, yeah...”

“Good job I think you’re sexy or that would have turned me right off, and we both know how much of a shame that would be.”

Jared continued stripping off his clothes later by layer until all that was left was acres of golden skin. He watched the way Jensen followed the path of his clothes to the floor, leaning back on his elbows with an appearance of nonchalance. But the way his gaze darkened with lust as he saw Jared’s dick bob against his stomach showed just how much the little show had affected him.

“Your turn now, Jen.” He said as he crawled up the bed being careful not to touch any part of Jensen even though he could feel the heat pouring off him. Jared flicked open Jensen’s fly button by button and hooked his fingers through the belt hoops. “Up,” was all he said and Jensen immediately complied. He used the hoops to pull Jensen’s pants down and was pleased to see he was going commando.

“I didn’t exactly bring much luggage with me.” Jared could hear the embarrassment in Jensen’s voice and finally brought a hand up to touch him.

“Baby, I have never seen anything hotter, except maybe your face as you fuck me.” Jared whispered hoarsely into his ear.

Jensen grabbed Jared’s head and pulled him into a punishing kiss and flipping them over while Jared was distracted.

“You know the hottest thing I ever seen?” Jensen growled. “The way you lost control without me even trying.  I know every inch of your body, Jay, and I’m gonna put that to good use. Gonna have you writhing under me and begging to come.” Jensen trailed his fingers lightly over Jared’s ass and the backs of his thighs and Jared arched up into him.

“See, one little touch and you’re mine.”

“Yes, Jen. God yes!”

Jensen continued his slow torture until Jared was a puddle of want. Every touch was designed to send him closer to the edge and it was all Jared could do to hold on. The skilful hands and mouth had him so overwhelmed with sensation he barely registered the gentle push of Jensen’s finger at his hole. He arched up into it, the sensation of being stretched as glorious as the mouth latched onto his nipple. Jensen pushed in as far as he could go before adding a second finger. The mild burn increased but Jared welcomed it and rolled his hips for more. Jared was reduced to incoherent pleas and moans as Jensen continued his assault, adding yet another thick finger – the almost magical appearance of the lube just another reason why Jared adored him.

“God, Jay. You’re so beautiful like this. You’re so close and I haven’t even touched your cock yet. I could have you right now, thrust into you and just take whatever I want and you’d enjoy it.”

Jared moaned, “yes, please Jen, yes.”

“But you know, I think you had the right idea. I think you need to ride me until you can’t hold on any more and come all over my chest.”

With that, Jensen flipped them over once more, positioning Jared on his lap so that his cock glided up the crease of Jared’s ass. It was incredible how good that felt and yet nowhere near enough. Jensen put his hands on Jared’s hips and whispered soothing sounds as he guided Jared down. Jared gasped when he felt Jensen enter him. He had forgotten how strange it felt at first, how his body wanted to reject the intrusion, but he knew how good it was going to get very soon. He tried to push down further but Jensen held him steady.

“Easy, Jay. Let yourself get used to it. Let yourself enjoy it, baby.” Jensen said, stroking the sweat damp hair out of Jared’s face.

In a few minutes Jensen was fully encased within Jared, their hips flush. They stayed still for a moment, both revelling in the feeling of being truly together again. When Jared began to rock his hips experimentally, Jensen groaned under him as he tried to control the twitch of his hips. Jared let his hands trail over the dragon tattoo just like the first time. Whenever Jensen was inside him the dragon seemed to glow like it was alive, the way Jensen breathed and the blood suffused his skin made the dragon shift subtly. He trailed his hand to where Jensen entered his body and felt where all three of them were joined. Jensen groaned beneath him as he touched the sensitive flesh.

Jared gently rocked on Jensen and bent down to lick at the open mouth of the dragon. He almost wished he could still taste the bitter ink mixed with Jensen’s sweat and skin but the heat added a spice of its own and Jared couldn’t get enough. Jensen gripped Jared’s hips tighter and angled them slightly more as he thrust up. The move had Jared crying out in ecstasy as he laved at the contours of the dragon on Jensen’s chest.

The pleasure took over. Jared was no longer content to slowly drive Jensen crazy. No, he had to have more. Now. He reared back and ground himself onto Jensen’s dick. He threw his head back and moaned as he met Jensen thrust for thrust, the rhythm becoming frantic as Jared felt the sensation building. He knew it wouldn’t be long so he pulled one of Jensen’s hands to his cock and started fucking into Jensen’s fist as he rode him. 

Within seconds his orgasm ripped through him, just the touch of Jensen’s hands was enough to send him over the edge even harder than before – if that were possible. He felt his muscles contract around Jensen, the sensation wringing even more out of him and tipping Jensen over with him.

Jared collapsed on top of Jensen before rolling off completely and dragging Jensen into a full body hug. They lay there panting, the sweat drying on their skin when Jared turned to Jensen, smiling wickedly.

“You know at some point I am gonna want to suck your cock, right?”

Jensen choked and an incredulous sound burst from him. “I thought you were supposed to be the confused straight boy and I’m the experienced one. Now you’re all casual about wanting my dick in your mouth?”

“Well when you go off the map at the world’s end all the rules change.” Jared said sleepily and he tucked his head into Jensen’s shoulder. There was never enough time for them but damn, nothing was going to stop him from trying now.
 

The End