Casa Mañana | Cut | Through the Fog
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timehasa_wayTitle: Casa Mañana
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 028. Children.
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fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,193
Rating: G
Warnings: ...Don't think it needs any.
Summary: Alan Ackles does not have a favorite child. But he knows when one child needs him more than the others.
Disclaimer: I make shit up, it's what I do.
Author's Notes: I think I've taken schmoop pills with all the schmoop I've been writing lately. It's sort of ridiculous. ...And there's more on the way.
Alan Ackles does not have a favorite child. He loves them all the same, and he always has. Of course he can remember the indescribable feeling he had the first time he held Jensen in his arms, that tiny little bundle with wide eyes and delicate little hands that gripped his heart when they hooked onto his fingers. He remembers when they finally settled on Jensen’s name, the first time he said it while watching him sleep, and realizing just how perfect it was. He remembers the first time Jensen smiled at him and called him daddy, and he remembers the first time he heard Jensen laugh. But he has those memories with all three of his children. He does remember feeling that little extra swell of emotion when he first placed Jensen in little Josh’s arms. Be careful with your little brother, now. But that’s just as much a memory of Josh as it is of Jensen, and the same happened with Mackenzie.
It is true that the job has brought them closer and given them something more to share now that Jensen is older, and seeing his son on the screen is something he can’t put into words. It is true that he’s immensely proud of Jensen’s talent, but he’s just as proud of Josh’s diligence and devotion and Mackenzie’s passion and ambition. If something as simple as a profession could make Jensen his favorite, then he could easily favor Josh for being his firstborn or Mackenzie for being his only daughter. They’re all special in his eyes.
The thing that Alan realized about his children was that there were times when one of them would need him more than the others. They’d each have different experiences growing up, and there were times when Josh would get angry, or Jensen would get quiet, or Mackenzie would cry. He and Donna would give them the attention they needed when they needed it, and he would love to put it all down to good parenting when the other children didn’t complain. They never pointed fingers, blamed each other, or fought for more attention. They were never jealous and never thought that they were being neglected. But he thinks that part of that just came down to being blessed with three great kids. He remembers him and Donna sitting down with Josh and Mackenzie and telling them why Jensen needed them so much at that moment. And he remembers Josh simply looking at them and saying, “I know.”
Alan knows Jensen needs him now. He’s been waiting on it, knowing it would happen from the moment Jared appeared at Casa Mañana. He can’t really explain why, but he just knew. It didn’t even make sense, really. He already knew Jared, knew how close he and Jensen were, but only knew them as friends. He knew Jared’s girlfriend, the one Jared showed up with. But there was something about that moment, something about Jared’s excitement in seeing Jensen on stage, his anticipation for seeing Jensen after the show was over, even though they lived in each other’s pockets while filming Supernatural. It wasn’t as if Jared couldn’t just be a great, supportive friend, and come see Jensen in the play. But even Alan could see that there was more beneath the surface.
He didn’t hesitate to hug Jared, to reintroduce him to the family, offer him seats with them, and promise him that he could come backstage with them as soon as the show was over. And he didn’t miss the way Jensen’s face lit up when Jared walked into the room, or the way he visibly downplayed his excitement and politely greeted Sandy. He was surprised that Jensen didn’t need him then, and, as a parent, wanted to reach out to him and offer his help. But he knew that it was better to let Jensen be. Jensen was struggling with feelings that were new and frightening, struggling with Jared’s obliviousness, and Alan had to wait until Jensen was ready to talk, to admit it. He just hoped that Jensen wasn’t too afraid to.
Things are different now. Jared isn’t so oblivious anymore, and Jensen is still struggling, but not as much. Jared’s been through a painful break up, and Jensen’s belongings are in Jared’s house; their house. He’s a little hurt that Jensen hasn’t fully broached the subject with him yet, but he can tell from Jensen’s voice on the phone that he isn’t ready. He doesn’t know what Jensen expects to happen, and he keeps his tone light and supportive. And when Jensen simply says that he’s sorry he can’t be at the Dallas convention with Jared so that they can both talk to the family, Alan knows what Jensen needs.
Jensen hasn’t told him in so many words what’s going on, but he knows. He knows, and so does the family, and he smiles when they all walk into the room to visit Jared at the convention. Jared is surprised and smiles back, but fidgets nervously while giving his usual boisterous greeting. Alan just hugs him tight, catches his eye, and simply says, “Welcome.” He doesn’t say, “Welcome back,” and he doesn’t say, “Welcome to the family.” Not yet. It’s neutral, and Jared looks confused, as if he’s not sure what to make of it. Alan watches the realization dawn in Jared’s eyes, watches him nod and look away, and then quietly say, “Thank you.”
Alan is relieved when they’re both finally able to come home; when they both come to visit, and he comes to the door, and Jensen walks in with Jared and just looks up at him hesitantly and says, “Dad.” Alan knows what Jensen needs. He moves his gaze to Jared, whose optimism is wavering now, and beckons him forward. Jared steps towards him, and Jensen visibly tenses. And Alan just smiles and holds out his hand for Jared to take, finally saying, “Welcome to the family.” Jared grins and sighs, unbelievably grateful, and the handshake quickly becomes a hug. And then Alan turns to Jensen.
He turns to his son, and suddenly sees the little boy he saw 25 years ago; the one with a skinned knee and tears in his eyes who just realized that his dad was Superman and could make all the hurt go away just like that. Jensen’s just staring silently, eyes glassy, and when he finally tries to smile, a tiny sob escapes his throat and a traitorous tear runs down his cheek. He lowers his head and swipes at it angrily, but Alan is there now, wrapping his arms around him and comforting him just like he always has; just like he always will.
Jensen calms quickly, and Alan can almost feel the weight lifting off of his son’s shoulders. Jensen’s struggle is finally over, and Alan is grateful and amazed by how strong Jensen is for keeping up with it for so long.
“Thank you, Dad,” Jensen says, still holding on tight. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Alan says, pulling away and ushering Jensen and Jared further into the house. “Come on. Let’s go tell your mother.”
Title: Cut
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 030. Death.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 761
Rating: PG
Warnings: It's sad and a little angsty.
Summary: Jensen and Jared deal with losing Kim.
Disclaimer: Don't even know them.
Author's Notes: I honestly feel kind of weird posting this. I know I post RPS stuff all the time, but this is kinda different, and...I'm just not sure about it, even though I wrote it. But, no harm meant, and it is still just fiction. RIP Kim Manners. ♥
It was Jared who had taken the call. It was Jared who’d come to Jensen with tears in his eyes, just barely holding back until he shared the news. Jensen felt something inside of him give way, and he hugged Jared and held him close, the two of them crying quietly for their loss. Jensen squeezed his eyes shut, tears pouring out of them, and buried his face in Jared’s shoulder, his emotions suddenly getting the better of him. But that always seemed to happen with Kim, and Jensen was grateful for it; so grateful. He’d always playfully whined and complained about how Kim tortured him in every episode he directed, but Kim had given him a gift that allowed even Jensen to put aside his self criticism and be proud of his own performances.
He stood, crying, thinking of the times when this would happen on set; when he’d film an emotionally taxing scene and end up a mess, and Kim, who was usually the epitome of sarcasm and sharp wit, would give him a comforting pat on the back and tell him he did a good job. He remembered Kim narrowing down his shots and clearing the room as well as he could just to make it easier on him; remembered looking up from emotional scenes both he and Jared had done to see Kim crying along with them. He could still hear Kim’s voice in his head after a day of shooting take after take after take of crying, calling cut and quietly saying, “Thank you, Jensen.” Never in his life had he been thanked so sincerely by a director for the work he’d done.
He stood, thankful that he still had Jared, as always, just like those times on set, to lean on and cry with. They always had each other.
Work the next day was out of the question, but they ventured to set with the rest of the crew just to be together, mourn together. It was somber, with plenty of tears to go around, but both Jensen and Jared, along with some of the others, tried to boost the mood as they reminisced. It was hard, but laughter once again touched each and every person on set as they recalled happier times with Kim. Jared was a bit quieter than usual, but Jensen figured it was normal under the circumstances. He didn’t think anything of it until they were back home that night, sitting next to each other on the couch in silence, and he could just feel that something was wrong. He was about to ask when Jared finally spoke up.
“You know, I really gave him a lot of crap when he was around.”
Jensen turned and stared at Jared, confused by his words at first and then openly shocked. Jared’s voice was low and oddly distant, his eyes lowered to look down at his hands in his lap, features drawn tight to try and conceal just how much guilt he was feeling.
“Don’t you do that to yourself,” Jensen said, gently gripping Jared’s shoulders and forcing him to look at him, stricken by the pain he saw in Jared’s eyes. “Jared, don’t you dare.”
“I probably made his job so much harder than it had to be, just because I thought it was funny…”
“Jared,” Jensen ground out, his voice going hard now, “Stop it. You know just as well as I do that Kim loved working here. You know that he thought it was funny, too. It was all in fun, Jared. All of it. And you know that, as much as he joked about killing us and us stressing him out, he lived for it. Come on, what other director would actually prank us back?” He attempted a bit of a smile there and was glad to see Jared mirror the expression. “Don’t go making yourself feel bad about it now. He loved everything about this set, he loved the crew, and he loved us. Hell, he loved you, though God knows why.” Jared laughed a little at that and then lowered his head, and Jensen pulled him closer. “Come here.”
He held Jared for a while, rubbing his back and telling him it was okay, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head. Things eventually grew quiet, the sadness almost forgotten as they moved on the couch, curling up and getting comfortable, bodies snuggling close together, soft sighs heard every so often. Jensen smiled when he heard three words whispered softly against his chest:
“Thank you, Jensen.”
Title: Through the Fog
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 031. Sunrise.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,616
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn on top of a mountain?
Summary: Jensen sort of kidnaps Jared as they're leaving set; turns out he has plans that involve the sun and orgasms.
Disclaimer: I don't think I need one of these. It's pretty ridiculous. I honestly don't even think it's that good, lol.
Author's Notes: So, I kind of wanted them to watch the sunrise together, and I tried to research places in Vancouver where they could do that. It didn't go all that well, but I found this picture and thought it was awesome, so I wanted to put them there. I really don't even know if this fic makes sense, but that's why it's fiction, right? And then it wasn't going to be porny, but I was apparently in that mood, and I actually had to stop myself from adding more porn. Yeah, there was kind of an "alternate ending" in my head that was...um...messy. *cough* Anyway...
It was late – or early – Jared couldn’t tell which, and he was exhausted. Filming into “Fraturday” was happening more and more lately, and Jared couldn’t wait to go home, crawl into bed, and sleep until Monday. He knew Jensen would feel the same way, which was why he was surprised when Jensen suddenly grabbed him by the arm and marched him off set towards a waiting cab, “Come with me,” the only words spoken. Jared wanted to protest, but Jensen’s hard grip and purposeful stride kept him from doing so.
“Why are we getting in a cab?” Jared asked, once he was seated inside. Jensen didn’t say anything, just patted the front seat, and the driver pulled away. “Man, what the hell?” Jared was starting to get pissed off now, and tired and grumpy was usually Jensen’s thing.
“Turn around,” Jensen ordered, pushing at him when he did nothing but sit there and glare. “Come on, just do it. When have I ever steered you wrong?”
“Fine.” Jared rolled his eyes and turned around in his seat, still pissed, but always willing to trust Jensen. He questioned his ability to do that soon after, when Jensen suddenly wrapped fabric around his eyes and tied it in place, making a very effective blindfold. “Jensen, what the fuck?!”
“Shh,” Jensen scolded, and Jared really could have cared less about causing a commotion in the cab driver’s car at that point. “Dude, relax.” Jared bristled at the annoyance in Jensen’s tone.
“Do you have any idea how tired I am right now?”
“Of course I do. What, you think I haven’t worked the same hours as you the past few weeks?” It was ridiculous how that still made Jared feel bad, even though Jensen had put him in such a ridiculous situation.
They rode to wherever they were going in silence, and the drive was much longer than Jared had thought it might be. He would’ve slept if he weren’t still fuming and feeling a little bit guilty. He sighed in relief when the cab finally stopped for good, and he heard Jensen thanking the driver and paying him. The blindfold still didn’t come off, and Jared grumbled when he heard Jensen leave the car to come around to his side and help him out.
“Easy,” he heard Jensen say softly, an apology in his voice, and son of a bitch, Jared still loved the man, even if he was insane. Jensen’s hand came to rest at Jared’s elbow. “I’m gonna lead you to where we need to go, okay?”
Jared silently complied, curiosity beginning to outweigh his frustration. It wasn’t too long of a walk, and Jared could hear other people and could tell when Jensen was avoiding them so that they wouldn’t be seen. There’d be a change in his pace or a sudden quick move away from nearby voices.
“Okay,” Jensen said finally, turning Jared around and pushing gently against his chest. “Sit.” Jared sat and felt Jensen sit down next to him, reaching over to place his hand on a bar to his side. “Hold on.” Jared started a bit when he felt them lurch into motion, and Jensen steadied him quickly. “Okay?” Jared nodded, his heart still racing a bit from the surprise. He felt Jensen’s hand come to rest on the back of his neck, fingers reaching to touch the ends of the blindfold. “I’m gonna take this off now. Don’t freak out, okay?”
Jared nodded again, shivering as he suddenly felt colder, thankful that he’d thrown his hoodie on before they’d left the set. Where the hell had Jensen taken him? The knot in the fabric came undone, and the material was slowly pulled away. “Don’t freak out” was somewhat forgotten when Jared saw just half-dark sky, fog, and nothing beneath his feet. He jolted in his seat and gasped loudly, clinging to the…ski lift? Jensen’s hand was clamped on his shoulder, willing him to calm down. He looked over at him through the thickening fog, and Jensen just smiled sheepishly. Jared had about a million questions that he wanted answered, but he forgot them all when Jensen looked into his eyes, his hand leaving his shoulder to trail down his arm and link their fingers together. Jared flexed his hand, feeling Jensen’s warm palm against his own, and nearly burst when he realized that they were holding hands in public. It didn’t matter that no one else could see them, anyway. It only mattered that they were outside, breathing fresh air in a place that wasn’t just their own backyard, and they were holding hands, a simple thing that they’d almost never done throughout their relationship.
Jared saw the fog beginning to clear, only to realize that they were now rising above it, and he looked at Jensen, almost expecting him to pull his hand away. Jensen merely squeezed Jared’s hand in his and pulled him closer, bringing their lips together in a chaste kiss.
“What are we doing here, Jensen?” Jared asked, looking around at the mountainous scenery around them through the fading darkness.
“You know how you’re always bugging me to do something stupidly girly and romantic, like get up at some ungodly hour to go watch the sunrise with you?” Jensen replied, laying the sarcasm on thick. “This is the only way it’s ever gonna happen; if I’ve already been awake. I’m tired as hell, but it’s nothing like actually pulling myself out of a nice warm bed to go outside and shiver in the cold just to watch the sun come out.”
“It’s a little foggy, isn’t it?” Jared retorted, ignoring the little flutter in his heart at Jensen’s words. “And I never said it would be romantic. I just said that it would probably look amazing.”
“True,” Jensen nodded and smiled, squeezing his hand again. “And I wasn’t counting on the fog. At least we’re above it now.”
They rode to the top of Cypress Mountain, fingers locked together until they reached the top and got off of the ski lift. Jared was surprised by how many people were there, many of them with cameras, ready to capture the view. The view…The view was amazing, and the sun hadn’t even risen yet.
“Come on,” Jensen urged, grabbing Jared by the elbow again and leading him away from the crowd. Jensen hid them amongst the trees just enough so that they wouldn’t be seen, but that their view was still unobstructed. “Take a look.”
The sky was getting brighter, vivid colors beginning to show above the fog. The thick blanket rolled over all that they could see, and the lights of Lions Gate Bridge and the skyscrapers in downtown Vancouver broke the surface and shone down upon it, the nightly glow a beautiful contrast to the stark sunrise. Jared stood, watching, silenced by the brilliance of it, Jensen’s arms wrapping around him from behind, lips planting a kiss to the back of his neck. They watched as the fog rose against the buildings in the city like gentle waves, not quite reaching the tallest of them. They watched as other mountains and trees became visible in the distance. They watched as the city lights slowly became muted by the sun’s rays, oranges and reds taking over the blues and purples of the night sky.
“’S breathtaking,” Jensen whispered, his chin resting on Jared’s shoulder. Jared automatically rested his hands over Jensen’s on his waist.
“Yeah. Yeah it is.”
“Hey.” Jared leaned back and turned his head towards Jensen at Jensen’s quiet insistence. Tired green eyes met his, and he twisted so that they could kiss, the touch of their lips thrilling when he could hear the crowd of people not so far away. The angle was awkward, but the kiss deepened anyway, Jensen’s lips a firm pressure against his own, tongue demanding entrance. Jared allowed it, pulling Jensen’s tongue in and sucking gently on it, Jensen moaning into his mouth. He knew they’d gotten carried away when Jensen’s right hand moved out from under his and smoothed over his abdomen, swiftly heading south to toy with his belt buckle.
“Jensen!” Jared gasped, pulling back from the kiss. Jensen looked up at him questioningly, and Jared felt his belt fall open, the two ends hanging carelessly over his thighs. “We…” he paused, breathing heavily when Jensen’s lips moved to his neck, closing his eyes against the sensation, one hand resting back on Jensen’s hip while the other still remained on his waist, with Jensen’s, “We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?” The words were little more than breath on his skin, and he felt the fingers of Jensen’s right hand work to deftly pop the button on his jeans. He tried to speak, tried to think, but the thick fog below them seemed to have suddenly settled over his brain.
“S-Someone could see us,” he finally managed, and Jensen licked up the column of his neck, nuzzling his ear before speaking lowly into it.
“I know.” Jensen didn’t even bother with the zipper, just shoved his hand down into Jared’s loosened, unbuttoned jeans, into his boxers, and gripped his rapidly hardening cock. Jared groaned and jerked, pushing up into the warmth of Jensen’s fist, and Jensen chuckled darkly. “If it bothers you so much, then stop me.”
He couldn’t. Even if Jared wanted to, he couldn’t. Not now, not after weeks of schedules so grueling they’d barely been able to touch each other. It felt like it had been too long, now, and just one tight stroke of Jensen’s hand had him biting his lip and dripping pre-come over Jensen’s fingers. Jensen just muffled a groan against his shoulder and spread the slick down his shaft, thumbing at the head on the next upstroke.
He was trying to keep as quiet as possible, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth and trying to control his breathing. His jeans slipped a little down his thighs, and he had to keep from panicking, voices still audible in the background. Jensen’s other hand moved from beneath his, pulling Jared’s hoodie down over where his hand was working Jared’s cock. Jensen was holding him up now, pressed up close against his back, and Jared could feel the hard bulge in Jensen’s jeans rubbing up against his ass, Jensen’s hips working at the same pace as his hand.
Jensen got him close, so close, twice and then gripped him hard at the base of his shaft, keeping him from coming. He was desperate, now, reaching back to claw at whatever he could feel of Jensen, sweating and straining against the sounds building up in his throat. He’d never been wetter from pre-come than at that moment, Jensen stroking quickly and easily over his hard length, twisting his wrist, fingers playing along the veins, toying with the sensitive underside of the head and swiping every so often at the slit. His chest was heaving, and he wanted to scream at Jensen in frustration, the need to come almost suffocating. But he knew that Jensen had been doing the same thing to himself, rutting up against Jared until his breath started hitching and then pulling his hips back, his free hand coming between their bodies to squeeze himself hard before starting up again.
When he got close again, he was pulled even closer to Jensen, Jensen’s hips working furiously against him, one hand working his cock up against his stomach, beneath his shirt, the other down lower in his boxers, fingers rolling and tugging at his balls. He could hear Jensen whispering filthy encouragement in his ear, and he was hot, so hot. He was burning up, inside and out, sweating profusely beneath his hoodie, Jensen’s warmth up against his back and the rays from the newly risen sun at his front, thick heat finally bursting from the head of his cock onto his stomach, spilling down over Jensen’s fingers. He didn’t scream, couldn’t, laughter and conversation not so far away, and he grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back against Jensen’s shoulder as he groaned long and low in his throat, muscles tensing so bad it hurt. His body shook as come covered his skin, more than usual, and it felt like his orgasm would go on forever, until he finally melted in Jensen’s arms or the sun’s heat fizzled out and the sky went permanently dark.
Jensen was thrusting harder against him, hands still trying to pull more out of him, and Jared silently wondered if, after all this time trying to keep quiet, it would be Jensen who would get them caught, either with his frantic grunts and groans or the blatant sound of denim rustling against cotton. He hummed in relief when Jensen finally released his dick, letting it hang loosely down over the waistband of his boxers. But Jensen was still trying, trying but not getting there, his hands now moving up under Jared’s hoodie and shirt, spreading through the mess of come on his skin. Then, suddenly, Jensen shoved up violently against him and went still, and Jared swore he felt him stop breathing. There was only silence until Jensen finally let out a long, trembling sigh, jerking and thrusting a few more times before his body began to relax against Jared’s.
Jensen kissed the back of his neck again, and they somehow managed to wipe his hands off on the shirt beneath Jared’s hoodie. Jared tucked himself back in and adjusted himself, pulling his jeans back up and refastening them as well as the belt. He turned to Jensen, tired and sated, and kissed him softly on the lips.
“I, uh…I might need you to walk in front of me when we leave here,” Jensen muttered. Jared’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion before he looked down and saw the obvious stain soaking through the front of Jensen’s jeans.
“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” Jared groaned, burying his face in Jensen’s neck and cursing his dick for giving a halfhearted twitch in his pants. “Alright. Let me call the cab now, and then you can follow my lead.”
Jared made the call, and led Jensen to the ski lift, carefully avoiding as many people as he could on the way there and thanking God that they didn’t run into any fans. Jensen couldn’t afford to stop for autographs and pictures looking the way he did. Once on the lift, Jared noticed just how drained Jensen was, totally sleep and coffee deprived, and he reached over and linked their hands together again, a silent thank you for what Jensen had done for him. Jared smiled when Jensen went past handholding and scooted close enough to rest his head on Jared’s shoulder, sighing contentedly and closing his eyes until Jared nudged him when they got close enough to the bottom for people to see. He was barely awake throughout the cab ride, and Jared practically had to carry him to the house and up the stairs to the bedroom.
“You werright,” Jensen slurred as Jared helped him get undressed. He quickly cleaned both of them up and then got Jensen into bed. “Was amazing.”
“I know,” Jared said, closing the door and the curtains, knowing that Jensen liked complete darkness when he slept. He climbed into bed beside Jensen, and Jensen immediately curled around him, arm around his waist and leg slung over his hip.
“Beau’ful sunrise, Jay,” was the last thing Jensen said before Jared heard his breathing even out into sleep, and he just snuggled closer and closed his eyes, picturing the image of the sun rising over the fog as he slowly drifted away.
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 028. Children.
fanfic100 table: hereWord Count: 1,193
Rating: G
Warnings: ...Don't think it needs any.
Summary: Alan Ackles does not have a favorite child. But he knows when one child needs him more than the others.
Disclaimer: I make shit up, it's what I do.
Author's Notes: I think I've taken schmoop pills with all the schmoop I've been writing lately. It's sort of ridiculous. ...And there's more on the way.
Alan Ackles does not have a favorite child. He loves them all the same, and he always has. Of course he can remember the indescribable feeling he had the first time he held Jensen in his arms, that tiny little bundle with wide eyes and delicate little hands that gripped his heart when they hooked onto his fingers. He remembers when they finally settled on Jensen’s name, the first time he said it while watching him sleep, and realizing just how perfect it was. He remembers the first time Jensen smiled at him and called him daddy, and he remembers the first time he heard Jensen laugh. But he has those memories with all three of his children. He does remember feeling that little extra swell of emotion when he first placed Jensen in little Josh’s arms. Be careful with your little brother, now. But that’s just as much a memory of Josh as it is of Jensen, and the same happened with Mackenzie.
It is true that the job has brought them closer and given them something more to share now that Jensen is older, and seeing his son on the screen is something he can’t put into words. It is true that he’s immensely proud of Jensen’s talent, but he’s just as proud of Josh’s diligence and devotion and Mackenzie’s passion and ambition. If something as simple as a profession could make Jensen his favorite, then he could easily favor Josh for being his firstborn or Mackenzie for being his only daughter. They’re all special in his eyes.
The thing that Alan realized about his children was that there were times when one of them would need him more than the others. They’d each have different experiences growing up, and there were times when Josh would get angry, or Jensen would get quiet, or Mackenzie would cry. He and Donna would give them the attention they needed when they needed it, and he would love to put it all down to good parenting when the other children didn’t complain. They never pointed fingers, blamed each other, or fought for more attention. They were never jealous and never thought that they were being neglected. But he thinks that part of that just came down to being blessed with three great kids. He remembers him and Donna sitting down with Josh and Mackenzie and telling them why Jensen needed them so much at that moment. And he remembers Josh simply looking at them and saying, “I know.”
Alan knows Jensen needs him now. He’s been waiting on it, knowing it would happen from the moment Jared appeared at Casa Mañana. He can’t really explain why, but he just knew. It didn’t even make sense, really. He already knew Jared, knew how close he and Jensen were, but only knew them as friends. He knew Jared’s girlfriend, the one Jared showed up with. But there was something about that moment, something about Jared’s excitement in seeing Jensen on stage, his anticipation for seeing Jensen after the show was over, even though they lived in each other’s pockets while filming Supernatural. It wasn’t as if Jared couldn’t just be a great, supportive friend, and come see Jensen in the play. But even Alan could see that there was more beneath the surface.
He didn’t hesitate to hug Jared, to reintroduce him to the family, offer him seats with them, and promise him that he could come backstage with them as soon as the show was over. And he didn’t miss the way Jensen’s face lit up when Jared walked into the room, or the way he visibly downplayed his excitement and politely greeted Sandy. He was surprised that Jensen didn’t need him then, and, as a parent, wanted to reach out to him and offer his help. But he knew that it was better to let Jensen be. Jensen was struggling with feelings that were new and frightening, struggling with Jared’s obliviousness, and Alan had to wait until Jensen was ready to talk, to admit it. He just hoped that Jensen wasn’t too afraid to.
Things are different now. Jared isn’t so oblivious anymore, and Jensen is still struggling, but not as much. Jared’s been through a painful break up, and Jensen’s belongings are in Jared’s house; their house. He’s a little hurt that Jensen hasn’t fully broached the subject with him yet, but he can tell from Jensen’s voice on the phone that he isn’t ready. He doesn’t know what Jensen expects to happen, and he keeps his tone light and supportive. And when Jensen simply says that he’s sorry he can’t be at the Dallas convention with Jared so that they can both talk to the family, Alan knows what Jensen needs.
Jensen hasn’t told him in so many words what’s going on, but he knows. He knows, and so does the family, and he smiles when they all walk into the room to visit Jared at the convention. Jared is surprised and smiles back, but fidgets nervously while giving his usual boisterous greeting. Alan just hugs him tight, catches his eye, and simply says, “Welcome.” He doesn’t say, “Welcome back,” and he doesn’t say, “Welcome to the family.” Not yet. It’s neutral, and Jared looks confused, as if he’s not sure what to make of it. Alan watches the realization dawn in Jared’s eyes, watches him nod and look away, and then quietly say, “Thank you.”
Alan is relieved when they’re both finally able to come home; when they both come to visit, and he comes to the door, and Jensen walks in with Jared and just looks up at him hesitantly and says, “Dad.” Alan knows what Jensen needs. He moves his gaze to Jared, whose optimism is wavering now, and beckons him forward. Jared steps towards him, and Jensen visibly tenses. And Alan just smiles and holds out his hand for Jared to take, finally saying, “Welcome to the family.” Jared grins and sighs, unbelievably grateful, and the handshake quickly becomes a hug. And then Alan turns to Jensen.
He turns to his son, and suddenly sees the little boy he saw 25 years ago; the one with a skinned knee and tears in his eyes who just realized that his dad was Superman and could make all the hurt go away just like that. Jensen’s just staring silently, eyes glassy, and when he finally tries to smile, a tiny sob escapes his throat and a traitorous tear runs down his cheek. He lowers his head and swipes at it angrily, but Alan is there now, wrapping his arms around him and comforting him just like he always has; just like he always will.
Jensen calms quickly, and Alan can almost feel the weight lifting off of his son’s shoulders. Jensen’s struggle is finally over, and Alan is grateful and amazed by how strong Jensen is for keeping up with it for so long.
“Thank you, Dad,” Jensen says, still holding on tight. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Alan says, pulling away and ushering Jensen and Jared further into the house. “Come on. Let’s go tell your mother.”
Title: Cut
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 030. Death.
fanfic100 table: hereWord Count: 761
Rating: PG
Warnings: It's sad and a little angsty.
Summary: Jensen and Jared deal with losing Kim.
Disclaimer: Don't even know them.
Author's Notes: I honestly feel kind of weird posting this. I know I post RPS stuff all the time, but this is kinda different, and...I'm just not sure about it, even though I wrote it. But, no harm meant, and it is still just fiction. RIP Kim Manners. ♥
It was Jared who had taken the call. It was Jared who’d come to Jensen with tears in his eyes, just barely holding back until he shared the news. Jensen felt something inside of him give way, and he hugged Jared and held him close, the two of them crying quietly for their loss. Jensen squeezed his eyes shut, tears pouring out of them, and buried his face in Jared’s shoulder, his emotions suddenly getting the better of him. But that always seemed to happen with Kim, and Jensen was grateful for it; so grateful. He’d always playfully whined and complained about how Kim tortured him in every episode he directed, but Kim had given him a gift that allowed even Jensen to put aside his self criticism and be proud of his own performances.
He stood, crying, thinking of the times when this would happen on set; when he’d film an emotionally taxing scene and end up a mess, and Kim, who was usually the epitome of sarcasm and sharp wit, would give him a comforting pat on the back and tell him he did a good job. He remembered Kim narrowing down his shots and clearing the room as well as he could just to make it easier on him; remembered looking up from emotional scenes both he and Jared had done to see Kim crying along with them. He could still hear Kim’s voice in his head after a day of shooting take after take after take of crying, calling cut and quietly saying, “Thank you, Jensen.” Never in his life had he been thanked so sincerely by a director for the work he’d done.
He stood, thankful that he still had Jared, as always, just like those times on set, to lean on and cry with. They always had each other.
Work the next day was out of the question, but they ventured to set with the rest of the crew just to be together, mourn together. It was somber, with plenty of tears to go around, but both Jensen and Jared, along with some of the others, tried to boost the mood as they reminisced. It was hard, but laughter once again touched each and every person on set as they recalled happier times with Kim. Jared was a bit quieter than usual, but Jensen figured it was normal under the circumstances. He didn’t think anything of it until they were back home that night, sitting next to each other on the couch in silence, and he could just feel that something was wrong. He was about to ask when Jared finally spoke up.
“You know, I really gave him a lot of crap when he was around.”
Jensen turned and stared at Jared, confused by his words at first and then openly shocked. Jared’s voice was low and oddly distant, his eyes lowered to look down at his hands in his lap, features drawn tight to try and conceal just how much guilt he was feeling.
“Don’t you do that to yourself,” Jensen said, gently gripping Jared’s shoulders and forcing him to look at him, stricken by the pain he saw in Jared’s eyes. “Jared, don’t you dare.”
“I probably made his job so much harder than it had to be, just because I thought it was funny…”
“Jared,” Jensen ground out, his voice going hard now, “Stop it. You know just as well as I do that Kim loved working here. You know that he thought it was funny, too. It was all in fun, Jared. All of it. And you know that, as much as he joked about killing us and us stressing him out, he lived for it. Come on, what other director would actually prank us back?” He attempted a bit of a smile there and was glad to see Jared mirror the expression. “Don’t go making yourself feel bad about it now. He loved everything about this set, he loved the crew, and he loved us. Hell, he loved you, though God knows why.” Jared laughed a little at that and then lowered his head, and Jensen pulled him closer. “Come here.”
He held Jared for a while, rubbing his back and telling him it was okay, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head. Things eventually grew quiet, the sadness almost forgotten as they moved on the couch, curling up and getting comfortable, bodies snuggling close together, soft sighs heard every so often. Jensen smiled when he heard three words whispered softly against his chest:
“Thank you, Jensen.”
Title: Through the Fog
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 031. Sunrise.
fanfic100 table: hereWord Count: 2,616
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn on top of a mountain?
Summary: Jensen sort of kidnaps Jared as they're leaving set; turns out he has plans that involve the sun and orgasms.
Disclaimer: I don't think I need one of these. It's pretty ridiculous. I honestly don't even think it's that good, lol.
Author's Notes: So, I kind of wanted them to watch the sunrise together, and I tried to research places in Vancouver where they could do that. It didn't go all that well, but I found this picture and thought it was awesome, so I wanted to put them there. I really don't even know if this fic makes sense, but that's why it's fiction, right? And then it wasn't going to be porny, but I was apparently in that mood, and I actually had to stop myself from adding more porn. Yeah, there was kind of an "alternate ending" in my head that was...um...messy. *cough* Anyway...
It was late – or early – Jared couldn’t tell which, and he was exhausted. Filming into “Fraturday” was happening more and more lately, and Jared couldn’t wait to go home, crawl into bed, and sleep until Monday. He knew Jensen would feel the same way, which was why he was surprised when Jensen suddenly grabbed him by the arm and marched him off set towards a waiting cab, “Come with me,” the only words spoken. Jared wanted to protest, but Jensen’s hard grip and purposeful stride kept him from doing so.
“Why are we getting in a cab?” Jared asked, once he was seated inside. Jensen didn’t say anything, just patted the front seat, and the driver pulled away. “Man, what the hell?” Jared was starting to get pissed off now, and tired and grumpy was usually Jensen’s thing.
“Turn around,” Jensen ordered, pushing at him when he did nothing but sit there and glare. “Come on, just do it. When have I ever steered you wrong?”
“Fine.” Jared rolled his eyes and turned around in his seat, still pissed, but always willing to trust Jensen. He questioned his ability to do that soon after, when Jensen suddenly wrapped fabric around his eyes and tied it in place, making a very effective blindfold. “Jensen, what the fuck?!”
“Shh,” Jensen scolded, and Jared really could have cared less about causing a commotion in the cab driver’s car at that point. “Dude, relax.” Jared bristled at the annoyance in Jensen’s tone.
“Do you have any idea how tired I am right now?”
“Of course I do. What, you think I haven’t worked the same hours as you the past few weeks?” It was ridiculous how that still made Jared feel bad, even though Jensen had put him in such a ridiculous situation.
They rode to wherever they were going in silence, and the drive was much longer than Jared had thought it might be. He would’ve slept if he weren’t still fuming and feeling a little bit guilty. He sighed in relief when the cab finally stopped for good, and he heard Jensen thanking the driver and paying him. The blindfold still didn’t come off, and Jared grumbled when he heard Jensen leave the car to come around to his side and help him out.
“Easy,” he heard Jensen say softly, an apology in his voice, and son of a bitch, Jared still loved the man, even if he was insane. Jensen’s hand came to rest at Jared’s elbow. “I’m gonna lead you to where we need to go, okay?”
Jared silently complied, curiosity beginning to outweigh his frustration. It wasn’t too long of a walk, and Jared could hear other people and could tell when Jensen was avoiding them so that they wouldn’t be seen. There’d be a change in his pace or a sudden quick move away from nearby voices.
“Okay,” Jensen said finally, turning Jared around and pushing gently against his chest. “Sit.” Jared sat and felt Jensen sit down next to him, reaching over to place his hand on a bar to his side. “Hold on.” Jared started a bit when he felt them lurch into motion, and Jensen steadied him quickly. “Okay?” Jared nodded, his heart still racing a bit from the surprise. He felt Jensen’s hand come to rest on the back of his neck, fingers reaching to touch the ends of the blindfold. “I’m gonna take this off now. Don’t freak out, okay?”
Jared nodded again, shivering as he suddenly felt colder, thankful that he’d thrown his hoodie on before they’d left the set. Where the hell had Jensen taken him? The knot in the fabric came undone, and the material was slowly pulled away. “Don’t freak out” was somewhat forgotten when Jared saw just half-dark sky, fog, and nothing beneath his feet. He jolted in his seat and gasped loudly, clinging to the…ski lift? Jensen’s hand was clamped on his shoulder, willing him to calm down. He looked over at him through the thickening fog, and Jensen just smiled sheepishly. Jared had about a million questions that he wanted answered, but he forgot them all when Jensen looked into his eyes, his hand leaving his shoulder to trail down his arm and link their fingers together. Jared flexed his hand, feeling Jensen’s warm palm against his own, and nearly burst when he realized that they were holding hands in public. It didn’t matter that no one else could see them, anyway. It only mattered that they were outside, breathing fresh air in a place that wasn’t just their own backyard, and they were holding hands, a simple thing that they’d almost never done throughout their relationship.
Jared saw the fog beginning to clear, only to realize that they were now rising above it, and he looked at Jensen, almost expecting him to pull his hand away. Jensen merely squeezed Jared’s hand in his and pulled him closer, bringing their lips together in a chaste kiss.
“What are we doing here, Jensen?” Jared asked, looking around at the mountainous scenery around them through the fading darkness.
“You know how you’re always bugging me to do something stupidly girly and romantic, like get up at some ungodly hour to go watch the sunrise with you?” Jensen replied, laying the sarcasm on thick. “This is the only way it’s ever gonna happen; if I’ve already been awake. I’m tired as hell, but it’s nothing like actually pulling myself out of a nice warm bed to go outside and shiver in the cold just to watch the sun come out.”
“It’s a little foggy, isn’t it?” Jared retorted, ignoring the little flutter in his heart at Jensen’s words. “And I never said it would be romantic. I just said that it would probably look amazing.”
“True,” Jensen nodded and smiled, squeezing his hand again. “And I wasn’t counting on the fog. At least we’re above it now.”
They rode to the top of Cypress Mountain, fingers locked together until they reached the top and got off of the ski lift. Jared was surprised by how many people were there, many of them with cameras, ready to capture the view. The view…The view was amazing, and the sun hadn’t even risen yet.
“Come on,” Jensen urged, grabbing Jared by the elbow again and leading him away from the crowd. Jensen hid them amongst the trees just enough so that they wouldn’t be seen, but that their view was still unobstructed. “Take a look.”
The sky was getting brighter, vivid colors beginning to show above the fog. The thick blanket rolled over all that they could see, and the lights of Lions Gate Bridge and the skyscrapers in downtown Vancouver broke the surface and shone down upon it, the nightly glow a beautiful contrast to the stark sunrise. Jared stood, watching, silenced by the brilliance of it, Jensen’s arms wrapping around him from behind, lips planting a kiss to the back of his neck. They watched as the fog rose against the buildings in the city like gentle waves, not quite reaching the tallest of them. They watched as other mountains and trees became visible in the distance. They watched as the city lights slowly became muted by the sun’s rays, oranges and reds taking over the blues and purples of the night sky.
“’S breathtaking,” Jensen whispered, his chin resting on Jared’s shoulder. Jared automatically rested his hands over Jensen’s on his waist.
“Yeah. Yeah it is.”
“Hey.” Jared leaned back and turned his head towards Jensen at Jensen’s quiet insistence. Tired green eyes met his, and he twisted so that they could kiss, the touch of their lips thrilling when he could hear the crowd of people not so far away. The angle was awkward, but the kiss deepened anyway, Jensen’s lips a firm pressure against his own, tongue demanding entrance. Jared allowed it, pulling Jensen’s tongue in and sucking gently on it, Jensen moaning into his mouth. He knew they’d gotten carried away when Jensen’s right hand moved out from under his and smoothed over his abdomen, swiftly heading south to toy with his belt buckle.
“Jensen!” Jared gasped, pulling back from the kiss. Jensen looked up at him questioningly, and Jared felt his belt fall open, the two ends hanging carelessly over his thighs. “We…” he paused, breathing heavily when Jensen’s lips moved to his neck, closing his eyes against the sensation, one hand resting back on Jensen’s hip while the other still remained on his waist, with Jensen’s, “We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?” The words were little more than breath on his skin, and he felt the fingers of Jensen’s right hand work to deftly pop the button on his jeans. He tried to speak, tried to think, but the thick fog below them seemed to have suddenly settled over his brain.
“S-Someone could see us,” he finally managed, and Jensen licked up the column of his neck, nuzzling his ear before speaking lowly into it.
“I know.” Jensen didn’t even bother with the zipper, just shoved his hand down into Jared’s loosened, unbuttoned jeans, into his boxers, and gripped his rapidly hardening cock. Jared groaned and jerked, pushing up into the warmth of Jensen’s fist, and Jensen chuckled darkly. “If it bothers you so much, then stop me.”
He couldn’t. Even if Jared wanted to, he couldn’t. Not now, not after weeks of schedules so grueling they’d barely been able to touch each other. It felt like it had been too long, now, and just one tight stroke of Jensen’s hand had him biting his lip and dripping pre-come over Jensen’s fingers. Jensen just muffled a groan against his shoulder and spread the slick down his shaft, thumbing at the head on the next upstroke.
He was trying to keep as quiet as possible, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth and trying to control his breathing. His jeans slipped a little down his thighs, and he had to keep from panicking, voices still audible in the background. Jensen’s other hand moved from beneath his, pulling Jared’s hoodie down over where his hand was working Jared’s cock. Jensen was holding him up now, pressed up close against his back, and Jared could feel the hard bulge in Jensen’s jeans rubbing up against his ass, Jensen’s hips working at the same pace as his hand.
Jensen got him close, so close, twice and then gripped him hard at the base of his shaft, keeping him from coming. He was desperate, now, reaching back to claw at whatever he could feel of Jensen, sweating and straining against the sounds building up in his throat. He’d never been wetter from pre-come than at that moment, Jensen stroking quickly and easily over his hard length, twisting his wrist, fingers playing along the veins, toying with the sensitive underside of the head and swiping every so often at the slit. His chest was heaving, and he wanted to scream at Jensen in frustration, the need to come almost suffocating. But he knew that Jensen had been doing the same thing to himself, rutting up against Jared until his breath started hitching and then pulling his hips back, his free hand coming between their bodies to squeeze himself hard before starting up again.
When he got close again, he was pulled even closer to Jensen, Jensen’s hips working furiously against him, one hand working his cock up against his stomach, beneath his shirt, the other down lower in his boxers, fingers rolling and tugging at his balls. He could hear Jensen whispering filthy encouragement in his ear, and he was hot, so hot. He was burning up, inside and out, sweating profusely beneath his hoodie, Jensen’s warmth up against his back and the rays from the newly risen sun at his front, thick heat finally bursting from the head of his cock onto his stomach, spilling down over Jensen’s fingers. He didn’t scream, couldn’t, laughter and conversation not so far away, and he grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back against Jensen’s shoulder as he groaned long and low in his throat, muscles tensing so bad it hurt. His body shook as come covered his skin, more than usual, and it felt like his orgasm would go on forever, until he finally melted in Jensen’s arms or the sun’s heat fizzled out and the sky went permanently dark.
Jensen was thrusting harder against him, hands still trying to pull more out of him, and Jared silently wondered if, after all this time trying to keep quiet, it would be Jensen who would get them caught, either with his frantic grunts and groans or the blatant sound of denim rustling against cotton. He hummed in relief when Jensen finally released his dick, letting it hang loosely down over the waistband of his boxers. But Jensen was still trying, trying but not getting there, his hands now moving up under Jared’s hoodie and shirt, spreading through the mess of come on his skin. Then, suddenly, Jensen shoved up violently against him and went still, and Jared swore he felt him stop breathing. There was only silence until Jensen finally let out a long, trembling sigh, jerking and thrusting a few more times before his body began to relax against Jared’s.
Jensen kissed the back of his neck again, and they somehow managed to wipe his hands off on the shirt beneath Jared’s hoodie. Jared tucked himself back in and adjusted himself, pulling his jeans back up and refastening them as well as the belt. He turned to Jensen, tired and sated, and kissed him softly on the lips.
“I, uh…I might need you to walk in front of me when we leave here,” Jensen muttered. Jared’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion before he looked down and saw the obvious stain soaking through the front of Jensen’s jeans.
“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” Jared groaned, burying his face in Jensen’s neck and cursing his dick for giving a halfhearted twitch in his pants. “Alright. Let me call the cab now, and then you can follow my lead.”
Jared made the call, and led Jensen to the ski lift, carefully avoiding as many people as he could on the way there and thanking God that they didn’t run into any fans. Jensen couldn’t afford to stop for autographs and pictures looking the way he did. Once on the lift, Jared noticed just how drained Jensen was, totally sleep and coffee deprived, and he reached over and linked their hands together again, a silent thank you for what Jensen had done for him. Jared smiled when Jensen went past handholding and scooted close enough to rest his head on Jared’s shoulder, sighing contentedly and closing his eyes until Jared nudged him when they got close enough to the bottom for people to see. He was barely awake throughout the cab ride, and Jared practically had to carry him to the house and up the stairs to the bedroom.
“You werright,” Jensen slurred as Jared helped him get undressed. He quickly cleaned both of them up and then got Jensen into bed. “Was amazing.”
“I know,” Jared said, closing the door and the curtains, knowing that Jensen liked complete darkness when he slept. He climbed into bed beside Jensen, and Jensen immediately curled around him, arm around his waist and leg slung over his hip.
“Beau’ful sunrise, Jay,” was the last thing Jensen said before Jared heard his breathing even out into sleep, and he just snuggled closer and closed his eyes, picturing the image of the sun rising over the fog as he slowly drifted away.
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Date: 2009-05-12 09:44 pm (UTC)xoxo
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Date: 2009-05-13 12:30 am (UTC)The second one was so painful but amazing!
Awesome work!!!!!!!
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Date: 2009-05-13 12:05 pm (UTC)All of them were amazing.
The first one was truly my favorite. *g* Thanks for sharing...
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Date: 2009-05-13 09:44 pm (UTC)And the Kim snippet just punched me in the heart. *sniffs*
In conclusion: ♥!
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Date: 2009-05-13 11:32 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the wonderful comment! :D
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Date: 2009-05-14 05:24 pm (UTC)*off to read*
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Date: 2009-05-15 07:15 pm (UTC)Again, I love all the little facts and details you put here and there to make it real. And the first fic is just precious because it seems so true...
The second one was a bit hard for me to read but only because I lost my dad a year ago, and those kind of situations just get to me, feelings still a bit raw, but you really did an awesome job :) It was clear who Kim was for our boys and you showed it with all the warmth and devotion he had. A beutiful tribute.
Mmmm, and the last one! It was delicious :D The best blend of sweet and sexy. I loved the fact that even though they were so exhausted, they still couldn't help themselves. Tired sex can be so damn romantic XD
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Date: 2009-05-16 06:20 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry to hear about your dad. I haven't been through anything like that, but I still felt a little weird even writing the situation, because it's so personal. But I'm glad that it works the way it is. :)
Haha, gotta love tired sex! :P
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Date: 2009-07-11 05:37 pm (UTC)the Alan voice you use is PERFECT, the one for Kim made me shed a couple of tears and this last one melted me in a puddle of goo.
*claps*
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Date: 2009-11-28 06:51 pm (UTC)(Can I have one like that?)
I loved the secret!sex in sunrise, very hot indeed.
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Date: 2009-11-29 06:20 am (UTC)Thank you!! Glad you enjoyed! :D
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Date: 2010-01-19 02:11 am (UTC)Gah, the hottest part? Jensen rubbing up on him, stuttering and holding, then going again as he came. God. These guys.
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Date: 2010-01-19 03:01 am (UTC)Haha, I know, these guys have completely taken over our brains. XD