Just Don't Give Up on Me 10/20

[rain_n_snow]

Waking up next to Jensen was quickly becoming one of Jared’s favorite things. He lay watching Jensen sleep, torn between wanting to kiss him awake and not wanting to wake him at all. In sleep, Jensen was beautiful and peaceful and Jared just wanted to wrap him up and keep him all to himself, always. When he tired of lying there finally, Jared trailed a finger over Jensen’s thick eyelashes and down the bridge of his nose. Jensen twitched in his sleep and brushed at the offending digit, nose wrinkling. He flipped away and buried his face in his pillow.

Jared flopped onto Jensen’s back, tucking his face into the curve of Jensen’s neck and shoulder and kissing him. “Come on, sleeping beauty. I’m gonna take the dogs out and then take a shower. Clif will be here in less than an hour, and we both know it’s gonna take you forever to get pretty enough to go.”

Jensen grumbled something unintelligible into his pillow.

“What’s that Jen?”

“Fuck you, Padalecki, you know I wake up perfect.” Jensen smiled softly, turning his head to find Jared’s lips.

“Yeah, you kinda do.” Jared murmured softly, brushing Jensen’s lips repeatedly with his own.

Jensen struggled to turn over beneath the weight on his back. Jared shifted and let Jensen settle turn under him. “Hey.” Jensen smiled up at Jared, lifting a hand to smooth back the hair that was sticking in all directions from sleep before deciding against it and stroking his fingers along the length of neck and tanned muscled shoulder he so often admired. His smile turned lazy and soft as he took in the disheveled, beautiful sight hovering over him.

“No time now, Jensen. But dammit I wanna just stay here in bed and taste every inch of you.” He nuzzled the soft skin of Jensen’s neck.

“Later, yeah?” Jensen sighed.

“Promise?”

“Yeah, promise, Jay. Now go walk your babies before they go on the floor.”

Jared huffed against Jensen’s shoulder and reluctantly untangled himself from Jensen’s sleep warm skin. He turned back at the door to see Jensen still sprawled where he left him, and wanted nothing more than to climb back in bed with him and not leave for days.

Clif watched them when they climbed back into the car that night, both dragging but almost leaning on each other. Something was up, they were practically vibrating with it and they moved as if connected somehow. Well, more so than usual. Not that it mattered to him, he loved them like brothers and knew they were as close as two people could be without being married or family, and he could see that they would be good for each other. And he would never breathe a word of anything he knew anyway. He just watched them and watched out for them, like he always did, and left the rest to them.

“So tired, Jay. Please tell me it’s Friday night. Please?” Jensen’s words almost slurred together like he was drunk as they entered the house.

“Close, baby. It’s Thursday. Just one more day and then the weekend. You can do it.” He steered Jensen’s unresisting form toward his bedroom.

“Mmm, you smell good.” Jensen mumbled as he leaned in and inhaled Jared’s scent. “But I hope you aren’t expecting anything tonight. I mean, unless you don’t mind if I sleep through it.”

Jared giggled and then huffed as if offended. “Gross, Jen. I kinda like my partners coherent and participating thanks. But this weekend? You better be rested up.”

“Hey! Wait…did you call me baby?” Jensen squinted up at Jared as he dropped down onto the bed without removing any of his clothing except his jacket and the shoes he had stepped out of at the door.

“Uhhh, yeah? It just came out. Sorry?”

“No. It’s…I like it.” Jensen pulled at Jared’s arm until he dropped onto the bed next to Jensen.

“Good, cuz I’ve been saying it in my head for a while and I was afraid it was gonna slip out.” He nuzzled into Jensen’s neck, kissing behind his ear and breathing in his scent. “Baby.” He almost whispered.

Jensen shivered and palmed the back of Jared’s head, loving the feel of that softness sliding between his fingers and the warmth of his scalp as he massaged gently. “Jeans. Goal. Get our jeans off and sleep. That’s all I have in me tonight.”

“Mmmm, k.” Jared snuggled closer, pulling Jensen in and laying his head on his chest. Listening to the thump of Jensen’s heart, Jared felt emotion swell inside him until he was sure he would burst with it.

They woke the next morning with no knowledge of who had removed whose jeans or when, but still wrapped in each other tightly, also unable to let go.

The filming was still going so well, an already strong chemistry taken to a whole new level because of their developing relationship. Jensen watched Jared from his chair. The younger actor had come so far since the pilot. What had been a strong foundation had blossomed and Sam was a deep character with a life of his own due to Jared’s perseverance and talent.

Jared was so sexy. Jensen felt a deep physical tug to him. No matter what Jared was doing at any given moment, Jensen wanted nothing so much as to move into his space, touch him, be touched by him. He knew it was a gift, Jared drew everyone to him. On set, at conventions, network parties; people just gravitated to Jared, wanted to be in his sphere. Jensen had felt it in some form since the first moment they had met. But now, knowing the way Jared felt, smelled, kissed, touched him. He was more drawn than ever, it became more than want, moved into need. The need to be wrapped in those arms that made him feel wanted and desired and safe and…loved? Was that it? They had definitely not said it. Hell had it only been a few months since they really started all this? Jensen had been in enough relationships to know how early that was to feel so comfortable, settled…certain. He knew he loved Jared. It wasn’t something he even had to question anymore. He had felt this way for so long it was just a part of him, something he accepted like his eye color or his height. It wasn’t something he could change, nor did he want to. Even when he had believed Jared would never share his feelings he had been comfortable with them. Jared was his best friend, and had wormed his way into his heart long ago.

Jared glanced over from where he stood on his mark on the set. He flashed a quick grin at Jensen, sharing so many sentiments with that look that Jensen felt his stomach swoop with desire and love. Running his hand along the back of his neck, Jensen flicked his glance away before someone could see the feelings shining from him. He couldn’t wait to get Jared home. Wondered if the gods would smile on him enough to see them out of this set before they were both falling down from exhaustion again. He wanted to touch Jared. To hold him and smell him and kiss him. Wanted to explore those miles of tanned gorgeous skin, map it all out, claim it. Show Jared that he belonged to Jensen, and that he intended to make sure he never wanted to let that go.

Jensen felt a spasm of fear clench his belly. Jared was so beautiful, so desirable, what were the odds he would want Jensen any longer than anyone else ever did? Fuck. He was terrified suddenly, unable to control the worry. He needed to get Jared home, soak up all the moments he could have, and try his damnedest to make sure he knew how much he was wanted and make him want to stay. He could do it, he could be who he needed to be this time to keep Jared. He had to, because he wasn’t sure how to walk away in one piece this time.

>>nail it. get it done so i can get you alone. i want you, j. im hard thinking about you.

Jensen watched as Jared pulled the cell out of his pocket and the gasp of breath he drew when he read the text. He held his breath as he watched Jared compose a quick text in return.

>>Fuck yeah, jen. want u to fuck me. Cant think abt anything but how ur cock will feel inside me.

Jensen looked up to find Jared watching him intently and felt heat thread through his body, cock hardening. He ran his eyes down Jared’s body to let him know what he was thinking and paused at the younger man’s groin, able to just make out the fact that he too was aroused. This day needed to be over, and soon. Jensen was more than anxious to show Jared what being fucked could feel like, how incredible it could be. Despite their constant need for each other, these last few weeks of their relationship had left little time for more than a few kisses and the occasional hand job in between sleep and a grueling work schedule. They had received their test results and it just made Jensen more desperate to get Jared naked and alone, whether he was buried inside him or vice versa, he was tired of waiting.

>>i’m gonna make you come so hard. you are going to scream my name.

>>Always do, jense…always do.

Jensen read the last text and heard them call Jared to his mark again, and put his phone away. He shifted in his seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure of his cock against his zipper. He was done for the day and he could go get cleaned up, changed out of his clothes, but he wanted to stay, watch Jared, be there when he was finished so they could head home together.

Jared forced his focus back onto Sam, into becoming Sam and off of Jensen and the promises he was making. The sooner he got out of there the sooner he could expect Jensen to make good on those promises. He looked to his costar of the week. She was short and dark and petite and just a few months ago she would have appealed to him. Casting always seemed to bring in girls that were just what Jared had always dated, like they wanted to set him up. He smiled vaguely at whatever she was saying and leaned to hear her better as they waited for the director to call them to begin.

Amber? Angela? Said something and Jared threw back his head and laughed. Jensen tensed in his chair. His gaze focused with laser intensity on the interaction. Jared was leaning in, as he always did. Halfway because he was so tall he was used to leaning, and halfway because he was a great guy and he always made everyone feel like they were important whenever he was talking to them, listening intently. If Jensen had been able to take his eyes off Jared long enough, he would have found his knuckles white from gripping the arms of his director’s chair. As it was, all he could do was watch Jared flirt, charm, be his usual incredible self and make yet another conquest. This one a perfect example of everything he liked in a woman. She was pretty, tiny, with long dark hair and dark eyes. Jensen wasn’t sure if he wanted to throw up or punch someone’s face in, maybe both. He also wasn’t sure if he could tear his gaze away, but also didn’t want to watch someone take Jared’s attention and interest so easily. Fuck.

Finally Jensen forced himself to move, turning and finding his way quickly to wardrobe to get changed and showered in his trailer. The scene in front of him, both off screen and on was too painful to continue watching.

chap 11




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