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Chapter Sixteen
"Gina demanded a raise," Jensen grumbled, stripping out of his work suit and collapsing on the bed – shoes still on and slacks trapped around his ankles.
Jared strolled across their bedroom to finish undressing his fiancé. "Dare I ask?"
"Our mothers! Gina says they won't quit hounding her. Says she's one 'suggestion' away from changing her cell number and demanding the company operator not transfer their calls."
"We've got the B&B booked for three days in April. A slew of extra rooms at a hotel in town for two of those days. The Justice of the Peace confirmed. We've got confirmation on everything for the honeymoon. All I’s are dotted and T’s crossed on the paper work. We've got the rings." Jared displayed his adorned finger with a proud grin. "And everyone who should, knows when and where. Right? What's left?"
"Apparently? A whole lot. Flowers and food and souvenirs for the guests. Blue things and borrowed things, and boutonnieres. Pardon my sexist incorrectness, but I think it really is a girl thing. Though, I suppose, some guys–"
"Who aren’t us, and who don’t have a Gina who has all of that covered and will make our wedding amazing."
"Agreed. It’ll be romantic, classy, memorable, but not over-the-top. Which left to our mothers… Gina said they thought we should ride up to each other on horses."
"Oh! We can do that?"
"Don't you start!"
"Come on, you love horses!"
"Yeah. Doesn't mean I want to smell like one while I commit my life and pledge my undying love to you."
"Good point."
Jensen forced himself to sitting, a groan escaping of its own volition. "Gonna take a shower before dinner. Wanna join me?"
Jared laughed at Jensen's waggling eyebrows. "Yeah, start without me. I need to pull the lasagna out of the oven and pop the French loaf in."
Making yummy noises, Jensen went into the bathroom.
After tending to the meal prep, Jared made his way to the bathroom. Standing against the sink, bare ass cheeks resting on cool marble, he simply watched Jensen. Water and suds vining down gorgeous freckled flesh over firm muscle.
"You just going to stand there ogling me? 's funner if you look and touch."
Hazel eyes narrowing, a smirk flirting with lewdness curling his lips, Jared stepped under the water with Jensen. He ran his hands over strong biceps, and pressed a light kiss to Jensen's lips. "I want to photograph you."
~ J & J ~
"I still don't know about this," Jensen grumbled, fussing with the button of his jeans.
"Door is locked. Blinds pulled. Just you and me, and like I promised, no one sees these unless you give the okay." With Jensen still hesitating, Jared set down the lighting equipment he was working on and went to him. Gently placing his palms on the sides of Jensen's neck, Jared kissed him on the forehead. "Don't have to do this. Not if you're really that uncomfortable. You're beautiful though, and I'd love to capture it…my way."
Jensen wordlessly answered, ducking his head down to rest his forehead against Jared's chest as he unfastened his jeans and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, Jensen grinned when Jared moved to help him shimmy out of his boxer-briefs as well.
"Alright. Have a glass of wine, breathe, and give me just a few minutes to finish setting up." Jared gave Jensen another quick kiss, this one on the tip of his freckled nose. He smiled at the man's put-upon huff, then playfully smacked the gorgeously formed posterior turned to him when Jensen walked away.
With the equipment quickly put in place, and the lightening set, Jared turned off the overhead lights. He motioned Jensen over a little ways from the stark white, oblong platform Jared would be posing him on – the solid block standing waist high, and large enough for Jensen to stretch out across the surface. Squatting down over the laid out tarp and opening the first canister of body paint, Jared grabbed a three-inch paint brush and dipped it into the ultraviolet teal. He looked up at Jensen hovering next to him and grinned. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
"Good." With that, Jared stood, holding the dripping brush at the ready as he surveyed Jensen's nude body. "Okay, I think…lift your arm for me, yeah," bristles met skin as Jared drug the brush in a slight curve around the front of Jensen's ribcage, down, and to the back, "that's perfect. Now come over here and…let's see…" Jared arranged Jensen's body in front of the platform, one knee bent on the top and his body angled so the barest hint of groin would be visible. "Yup, head tilted just a bit more this way, and…think you can hold this?"
"I'm good. Do your thing."
At Jensen's added wink, Jared nodded and went to work.
Hours passed. Multiple cans of paint opened, with vibrant colors being streaked across ridges of muscle and soft plains of flesh. Hundreds upon hundreds of shots taken. Jared manipulating Jensen's body into both easy and intricate poses – all the while Jensen taking it in stride.
As time went on, rather than growing weary they both relaxed into it. Even taking time to enjoy the intimacy of their interactions. Jared kissing Jensen's skin as he removed one color from his fiancé's body and replaced it with another. Jensen moaning softly while Jared massaged his muscles after a strenuous pose.
Jared peered at Jensen through the lens, click after click capturing the final pose. Finally lowering his camera, he continued to gaze at the man – Jensen sprawled out on his back across the platform, body angled gently towards the camera. His right arm laid flat up over his head, a line of red from elbow to armpit, and his head tilted back to prominently display the length of his throat. A smattering of silver covered his left pectoral and nipple, another thin line trailing down below his navel. Jared had a swath of sheer, white fabric draped across his groin and back over his left hip, only the faintest outline of his slight erection visible. Left knee bent, a large streak of deep violet ran down his extended right leg.
Once Jared tweaked the images in his photo editor, he knew they'd be stunning. Jensen's body in grayscale and shadow, only the brush strokes of paint standing out in contrast with their glowing shock of color.
Walking over to Jensen, Jared let his fingertips ghost along warm flesh covered in dark honey hairs. Ankle to knee, swirling around the kneecap, then further up well muscled thigh to where he gently pulled away the flimsy material there.
"Jared," Jensen sighed, eyelids fluttering closed as he slowly licked over his lower lip.
"So fucking beautiful. You don't even know." Jared shed is hoodie, then entwined his fingers with the hand Jensen held out to him. "Want you."
Jensen sat up and worked the fingers of his free hand to undo Jared's faded jeans, nose nuzzling into the patch of dark hair on Jared's chest. " 'm yours."
"Want you inside me."
Hands freezing with Jared's jeans and boxers halfway down strong thighs, Jensen snapped his head up. "You… Jared, are…are you sure? You don't–"
"Need you. Please." He wasn't certain where the overwhelming desire was coming from, but suddenly every part of Jared was frantic for Jensen to be claiming him, possessing him. He wanted Jensen encompassing him, inside and out.
"Okay. Okay." Jensen hastily finished removing Jared's clothing, pausing long enough for Jared to toe off his sneakers. He stood, wrapping a hand around the back of Jared's neck and pulling him down into a sultry kiss, all tangled tongues and clanking teeth. With Jared clutching wildly at him, blunt nails raking across bare flesh, Jensen walked them backwards to the overstuffed sofa lining one wall.
As soon as the backs of Jared's knees hit the sofa, he dropped down, pulling Jensen with him and groaning in pleasure at the feel of Jensen's naked weight against him. With no forethought he slouched down, long legs wrapping around slender hips to tug Jensen's pelvis in snug against his own – cocks leaking with pre-cum slip-sliding along each other.
Jensen braced himself on the sofa, knees bent on the edge of the generously wide cushions, and arms locked either side of Jared's head against the back. He licked his way back inside Jared's mouth, stroking and coaxing the man's tongue as he languidly rocked his hips down and up, a slow grinding friction between their swollen lengths.
Time held no meaning as they continued on that way. The two of them exploring one another's mouths as if they'd never done so before. Situating, and resituating – positioned much the same but for Jared stretched out the length of the sofa – their hands roamed, touching and caressing dips and planes of warm, supple flesh.
Eventually easing back from the kiss, Jensen started with Jared's swollen lower lip, gently nipping the blood-red flesh before kissing it once more. He continued the teasing trail downwards: Jared's jawline from ear to chin, down the taut line of his exposed throat, across his collar bone, and eventually to the dusky rose of his nipples. Jensen teased the small peaks, capturing and rolling the nubs between his front teeth before mouthing over the whole of Jared's areola and sucking in earnest.
Jared cried out, hips bucking up off the sofa. Jensen had played with his nipples on more than one occasion, but never with this much focus and attention. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock twitching and leaking as if Jensen was sucking it instead of his nipples. "Holy shit, Jens! Feels like…fuck, think I could cum like this."
Jensen chuckled, releasing his mouthful of Jared's pec with a wet pop. "Can't have that now, can we?"
"We can't?" Jared stared up into Jensen's face, the man's eyes twinkling brightly as he shook his head.
"Want you cuming on my cock, with me spilling inside you. Gonna bring you to the edge and back until you're begging for us to fall over together," Jensen paused, the light in his eyes dimming as he briefly sucked in his lower lip. "I mean…if you still…"
Jared didn't hesitate to give Jensen the reassurance he needed, reaching up and stroking a thumb over the man's cheek as he spoke, "Still need you? Inside me? Claiming me and loving me? Owning my body again, and making it sing like only you can?" Jared moved his hand from Jensen's face and down to the man's chest, splaying his fingers out over the dried silver still lingering there. He'd deliberately placed the stroke of paint over his fiancé's heart earlier, and could now feel the rapid beat beneath his palm. "I love you, Jensen."
Placing his own hand over Jared's heart, Jensen ducked down to claim the younger man's mouth in a searing though short kiss.
While Jared groaned at the loss of Jensen's kiss, his disappointment was short lived before those sinful lips were suddenly occupied elsewhere – wrapping around his straining girth and engulfing it entirely. Even if Jared was capable of forming words, none would be adequate. Nothing could describe the sensation of the head of his cock slipping down to nestle in Jensen's throat. If not for the man's fist wrapped tight around the base, Jared would have erupted straight down Jensen's gullet.
Jensen hummed around one end of Jared's length while squeezing at the other, his opposite hand rolling and gently tugging the younger man's heavy balls. Eventually pulling off, he lapped at Jared's cock repeatedly. Flat press of his tongue leisurely gliding up, root to tip, like it was a velvety smooth, nine inch lollipop. Teasing at the slit before taking the pulsing member back into his mouth, Jensen bobbed up and down, sloppy and zealous, saliva and pre-cum dribbling down to coat Jared's sac and further below.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jensen! Gonna…can't…" Jared was nearly out of his mind with the desire to cum, the sound of his heartbeat – in time with the pulse of his cock – thundering in his ears. A burst of cool air suddenly rushed around his painfully hard length, and Jared all out sobbed.
"Easy, Jared. Easy now, baby, I'm gonna get you there…eventually." Jensen smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief and lust, and pressed short feathery kisses along the cut of Jared's hip and down his thigh.
Jared tossed an arm over his eyes, the urgency for release slowly ebbing as he grumbled at Jensen, "I hate you."
"You love me," Jensen chuckled.
"Fine. I hate that I love you," Jared replied, well aware he sounded like a petulant child.
"Want me to let you cum? I can suck you right back down. Release my grip and let you shoot straight down my throat. That what you want, Jare?" Jensen squeezed a little tighter around the base of Jared's cock before giving the tip a hasty flick of his tongue.
"Son of ahhh…Yes! Wait! No! Damn it, Jensen, just fuck me! Pleee…ase–Ahhh!" Jared cried out, eyes slamming shut as Jensen's reply came in the form of one finger suddenly and easily breaching him.
Jensen let the single digit sink all the way in, the mixture of his own saliva and Jared's pre-cum that had trailed down slicking the way. Closely watching Jared's body for any sign of distress, he spoke with a slight tremble to his voice, "You with me, Jare? Need me to st–"
"More." Jared locked his eyes with Jensen's, could see the hesitation there, as well the concern in the furrow of the man's brow. Jared wordlessly eased his worry. Grabbing Jensen's arm and holding it in place, he wantonly rotated his hips against the desired intrusion.
Eyelids fluttering shut on a deep moan, Jensen nodded even as he gingerly removed the single digit. Eyes still closed, he brought his hand up to his mouth, readily opening wide and inserting two fingers.
"Tryin' to kill me, aren't you?" Jared knew one of those fingers had just been inside him. Knew just as well they'd both be going back in.
Lewdly slurping and twining his tongue around the two digits, Jensen opened his eyes and caught Jared's heated gaze. He didn't answer, simply quirked an eyebrow as he removed his fingers, a string of saliva from lips to fingers catching in the light as it stretched and finally broke. With a dirty, little smirk from Jared, Jensen had the wet digits working up into the younger man's lax body.
Jared waited as long as he could, which really wasn't long at all, letting Jensen work him open with the patience and care he knew the man was striving for. Reaching under the cushions of the sofa, he felt for the tube he knew was there – somewhere. This wasn't their first turn at sullying the sofa…or the shower stall, the barely big enough counter in the kitchenette, or numerous random areas of bare floor space in the studio, for that matter.
Jensen paused mid-twist of his fingers. "What are you–"
Fingers wrapping around the found item, Jared yanked it out from under the cushion and smacked the bottle of lube against Jensen's chest.
"Oh." Jensen grinned.
"You brush over that spot one more time, Jens, and a damn cock ring couldn't keep me from blowing. Gonna go crazy if you don't get inside me."
Bending forward, Jensen let his lips barely ghost over Jared's. "Crazy, huh?"
"Yeah," Jared whispered, the breath of his voice breezing into Jensen's mouth, the man's lips still hovering just over his own.
"Good." Lips crashing against Jared's, Jensen withdrew his fingers. Opening the lube with a familiar snick of the cap, he quickly coated his straining erection before pulling away from the kiss. Brushing back sweaty bangs from the younger man's forehead, Jensen rubbed the tip of Jared's nose with his own. "Love you so much, Jared. No matter what."
"Love you too, Jensen." A part of him braced for it – fear and panic to come rushing in and bring things to a catastrophic halt. But staring up into the soulful eyes of the man he was going to marry, face-to-face in that truest test of positions as Jensen carefully pushed inside him, all Jared felt was loved. He took it all in, not only his lover's cock, but every ounce of passion and longing and care that Jensen held for him – openly displayed in hazel-green eyes, shimmering with unshed tears.
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It was like coming home. Better than any time before, knowing well and truly that Jared wanted this. Them. Was eagerly opening himself up, needing for Jensen to make-love to him.
Jensen's only upset was in realizing he wouldn't last long. As much as he'd been staving off Jared's orgasm, he'd equally been battling to hold back his own. The only consolation was in the fair certainty they'd be doing this again, if Jared's reaction was anything to go by.
A breathless litany of, "Yes, Jensen, please," pouring over Jared's lips, he wrapped his legs around the man's waist and drew him in closer, ass rolling up to meet the first of Jensen's subdued thrusts.
"So perfect, Jare." Jensen dragged his tongue up the taut and exposed line of Jared's neck, savoring the taste of his skin and the salty tang of his sweat. "So damn gorgeous like this. Beautiful, amazing," he paused to lick and bite at the small cleft in Jared's chin. "Can't believe I get to have this. You."
"Yours, Jens. Feel so good inside me." Blunt fingernails sunk into Jensen's ass, Jared urging the man deeper. "Don't hold back, need you."
At Jared's imploring, Jensen couldn't refrain any longer. Whispering, "I love you," he ducked his head to Jared's shoulder and slammed his hips forward. Over and over – Jared's grunted-cried-gasped sounds of pleasure echoing all around him – Jensen rapidly thrust every inch of his throbbing length deep inside his lover. His friend, fiancé, confidant…his everything. This boy whom he had unintentionally taken so much from, now a grown man and giving Jensen more than he ever realized he wanted – more than he likely deserved.
Hugging himself to Jensen, long arms clinging tightly around the man's ribcage as their combined sweat collected on his chest, Jared buried his face into the curve between Jensen's neck and shoulder.
Jensen immediately eased the none-too-gentle thrust of his hips. A jolt of fear shot through him, his voice shaky with the urgent concern welling up inside of him, "You alright, Jare? Still with me, baby?"
Turning his head, nose pressing in and dragging up along Jensen's neck, Jared huffed out a heavy gust of breath behind the man's ear. Releasing a sound nothing short of a low growl, he bit down into the tender lobe and rolled it between his teeth.
Jensen groaned, pelvis bucking forward in reflexive response to the stimulation – like there was a direct connection from his earlobe to his dick. "Oh fuck…that's…gonna take that as a yes."
A low chuckle in his throat, Jared drew the lobe between his lips and sucked hard on the spongy bit of flesh.
"Damn that's good! Gonna make me–"
"Cum?" Jared's voice was low and sultry, some impossible mix of silk and gravel. "Shoot your hot load up inside me? Claiming me from the inside out?"
"Jared," Jensen virtually hissed the man's name, Jared's words sinking into his every pore and pulsing-throbbing-burning beneath his skin. The utter need to climax was suddenly overwhelming, too much blood rushing to his already engorged length.
"Do it, Jensen!"
With a primal growl, Jensen shoved his hand between the two of them and wrapped his fist tight around Jared's shaft, the flesh hot and stretched thin and taut beneath his touch. Sinking fully into fluttering, velvet heat with a near brutal stab, Jensen crushed his groin into the groove of Jared's splayed ass and held himself there. Gyrating his hips, he gazed down into hazel-blue eyes blown wide. "With me, Jare."
"Right there, Jens. Right…fucking…thhherrre!" Jared cried out, sweat drenched back arching off the sofa as Jensen's thumb pushed into the slit of his cock.
Jensen hastily removed his thumb, thick white strands erupting out over his fist, up his chest, and even splashing against his neck and chin. And he was right there too. One final thrust, and Jensen's world narrowed down to the only thing that had ever truly mattered in his thirty-three years… "Jared!" The significance of the moment not lost on him, almost a living thing coursing through his trembling body, Jensen gasped with each pulse of his cock releasing deep inside Jared's body.
He wanted to collapse against his lover. Tuck his head under Jared's chin and lie there together in sated bliss. He couldn't though, needed to be sure… "Jared?"
"Hmm?"
Jensen gazed down at the younger man, Jared's eyes closed and a tiny smile on his parted lips. "How doin'?"
"Mmm, perfect," Jared replied, voice thick and lazy.
While he hesitated to press, Jensen questioned softly, "Any–"
"No." Jared's eyes rapidly blinked open, locking with Jensen's as he shook his head. Reaching both hands up, he let his fingers tenderly slide through dark blonde hair from the temples back. "Just now. Us."
"Us." Gazing down at Jared, scrutinizing every nuance of his expression, the corners of Jensen's mouth lifted – his heart soaring – as a dimpled smile slowly formed and beamed back up at him. Guided by Jared's steady yet gentle pull, Jensen dipped down and pressed their lips together.
~ J & J ~