Just Don't Give Up on Me 11/20

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“Jen?” Jared called out as he entered the quiet house. He wasn’t sure when Jensen had left, but once he realized the other man was gone he had texted several times with no answer. Clif said he had taken Jensen home, and Jared wondered why he had left instead of waiting. They almost always waited and rode home together, even before their relationship had become more. Jared felt a little hurt at the turn of events.

Jared let the dogs out the back door and then headed to Jensen’s bedroom, passing through the family room and then to his own when neither resulted in finding him. Finally checking the garage, Jared found that Jensen’s car was missing and texted again.

>>Just got home. Where r u?

After five minutes with no answer, Jared tried calling only to have the phone roll into voicemail. What the fuck? He was starting to get annoyed, and worried. Jensen was never out of reach. He invariably took Jared’s calls and answered his texts, always had, really.

>>Ok please answer. Im getting worried. Where the fuck r u?

Ten minutes later Jared received a text that did little to alleviate his concern and a lot to up his anger quotient.

>>hanging out with Tom. i’m fine.

No invitation to join them, no indication of where he might be or when he might return, and no apology for ignoring his calls and texts. Not to mention that Jared wasn’t all that comfortable with Tom and Jensen’s relationship; was pretty sure Tom wanted Jensen. Seemed like he had for as long as Jared could remember.

He had met Tom while filming ‘Cheaper by the Dozen with him, but they hadn’t been close enough that they kept in touch. The first time they had all hung out together was early in season one, since Smallville was filmed close by and Jensen and Tom had remained good friends, and at the time Jared had wondered if something was going on between the two men as he watched Tom watch Jensen. But all signs had pointed to Jensen being straight and he hadn’t thought anything much about it since then. But then again, until now he hadn’t had any reason for concern since until now he hadn’t had a right to question their feelings or what they were doing.

Jared refrained from sending another text or calling again, refusing to make himself look like a needy idiot, or the jealous boyfriend. He instead let the dogs back in, made himself a sandwich and ate it standing in the kitchen then headed to bed, determined to be asleep and unconcerned whenever Jensen did come home. He wondered where Jensen would decide to sleep, trying not to place too much emphasis on what that decision would mean. Sleep had no intention of taking him, however, and he lay there wondering and worrying while waiting for Jensen’s return.

Jensen lifted his fourth, or was it fifth beer to take the last swig, smiling at whatever Tom was saying. Between the beers and the tequila shots he was feeling no pain. He had spent most of the night listening to stories of his old friends and coworkers and the new cast members, and reliving some good times from when he had been on the show. Tom was a good friend and a fun guy. Too bad Jensen wasn’t able to really concentrate on anything he said tonight. His mind was too filled with wondering what Jared was thinking, how he felt about the new bitch on set, whether it would mean the end of their hardly developed relationship.

“Jen?” Jensen heard Tom, and wanted to snap at him. That was Jared’s name for him and it felt wrong coming from someone else.

“Dude, it’s Jensen. Not Jen or Jenny, like fuckin Mike tries when he’s drunk or high. Jensen.”

“Sorry.” Tom didn’t really sound offended and Jensen was glad because he wasn’t sure he had any intention of apologizing at this point. “You want me to take you home? You definitely can’t drive now, and you can just pick up your car tomorrow or whatever.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks man.” Jensen wasn’t drunk, but he knew he had had more than enough that driving wasn’t a good idea.

The radio kept the lack of conversation on the way to Jared’s house from becoming awkward. Tom seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and Jensen was glad not to have to talk. He was just ready to be home, ready to climb in bed and feel Jared’s warmth reassuring him that things were going to be ok. Then it occurred to him that maybe he couldn’t just get into Jared’s bed uninvited. So far they had basically gone to bed together and ended up there, but could he really just walk into the house and get in Jared’s bed? Fuck. Probably not.

When they pulled up in front of the house, Jensen turned to thank Tom for the ride and found himself with a warm mouth on his own. Stunned momentarily, Jensen was slow to pull away in his confusion. Then jerked when he realized exactly what was happening. “What the fuck, Tommy?”

Tom reached forward and grasped the back of Jensen’s neck, and attempted to pull him back in. “Come on, Jensen. I know you and Danneel aren’t together anymore. This is ok. Tell me you haven’t felt it.”

Jensen refused to be pulled in but stared at Tom for a few long seconds. Maybe he had thought about it, in a vague way, Tom was pretty fucking gorgeous and hell, Jensen had always known he found men attractive, not as often or as intensely as women, at least not since high school or until Jared. But it had never been a possibility and it had been a long time since he had even considered Tom that way. And now? Now it wasn’t going to happen because he was in love with Jared. Unless Jared moved on. Left and ended up with little miss perfect for him the casting director was throwing his way. “Tom. No. I’m sorry. Yeah, maybe at one time I thought about it, maybe. But there is someone else, someone I won’t hurt like that, and hell, I care enough that I can’t even consider anyone else right now.”

Tom sighed and his hand dropped away. “Sorry. I didn’t know, and well…I have just been interested for a long time…just…sorry.” He smiled half-heartedly. “If ever…”

“I’m not gonna lie, Tom, I hope that it isn’t ever an option, cuz I’m pretty fuckin gone over him right now. And I’m sorry. I get how it feels to want and wonder. But…I’m…” Jensen’s eyes clouded for a moment and the look Tom saw there made him ten shades of envious for whoever put it there, and he was pretty sure he knew who it was.

“Good luck, man. I hope things work out.” He patted Jensen’s thigh as Jensen turned to open his door. “And I really hope this doesn’t mean we can’t be friends anymore. I wouldn’t want that.”

Jensen leaned to look back into the car and grinned. “Naw, we’re cool. I’ll see ya soon. Thanks for the ride, man. And for tonight. I really needed to get away.”

“Anytime.” Tom smiled back.

Jared jerked open the door before Jensen could even grab the handle. Jensen found himself pulled into the house and shoved against the door. “What the fuck? What the fuck?” Jared was practically yelling in Jensen’s face and his body was pressing Jensen hard into the door. “You fuckin Tom now too? Huh? You some kind of slut now or just seeing how much dick you can take?”

Jensen was instantly so angry and yet so incredibly turned on he didn’t know what to do with everything. Anger won out momentarily, but it didn’t diminish the size of his erection. “Fuck you, J. You don’t own me. Especially after I watched you eye fuck little miss hottie on set today. You were flirting and working that shit, don’t even try to act like you weren’t. And why not? She’s just your type, right? Exactly what you always go for. I swear if I didn’t know better I’d say you cast these girls yourself.”

“What? I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I was nice to her and if that’s your definition of flirting, fine whatever. But that’s it. Nothing happened. I just had to watch fucking Tom Welling stick his tongue down your throat in my fucking driveway. Right in my face.” Jared slammed his hand against the door to emphasize his point.

“So you didn’t fuck her today. Aren’t you the saint? Doesn’t mean you won’t. Hell, you’ve been engaged to the last two that fit the bill. I’m sure you will get there.” Shoving hard, Jensen tried to break free of the body pinning him against the door, but he barely budged Jared. Jared had become nothing but muscle and Jensen’s body reacted again to the nearness and strength of his costar and lover.

“Um, I have some restraint. Plus I don’t just fuck every attractive person that comes along, unlike some people, I guess. When I’m with someone I don’t look for sex everywhere.”

Jensen shoved again, this time with his hips. “Step back, Jared. You are through pushing me around.”

“No. You? You’re mine. You became mine the minute you let me fuck you. The minute you let me inside you. We agreed to give this a try and now you have to answer to me.” He leaned so his mouth was almost pressed against Jensen’s , body flush to the smaller man’s. “So? You wanna explain what the fuck I just saw out the window? Cuz I don’t share what’s mine, Jen. Not one little bit.”

Jensen’s breath hitched, as did his hips at the commanding tone. Possessive, jealous, manhandling Jared was even hotter than just manhandling Jared. “Nothing. He kissed me, yeah. But, I didn’t kiss him back. And he didn’t have his tongue down my throat, it didn’t go anywhere near that far. ”

Grinding his hard cock against Jensen’s, Jared stayed close, wanting to kiss Jensen but the possibility that Jensen might taste like Tom held him back. “I knew he wanted you. He has for a long time. Bastard. So you didn’t fuck him?”

“No. Shit, J. We were at a bar and I had too much to drink so he brought me home. It was just us hanging out til we got here and he tried that shit. What you saw was all that happened. He tried, I said no. The end.” Jensen’s breath was coming in little pants as Jared continued to push against him, their dicks sliding and pressing through their clothing.

“The end is right. That? Never happens again. You get that? You understand that you’re mine and I won’t share?” Jared paused his movements as he waited for Jensen’s answer. Jensen was attempting to move again, recapture that pressure that felt so good. “No. I need to hear it. I need to know you get that you are mine and we aren’t sleeping with anyone else. Not kissing anyone else. Nothing.”

“I get it. Yours. I’m yours, you are mine. No kissing, no sex…no one else.” Jensen was looking up into the dark eyes above his. Eyes that could convey so many feelings. Right now they were lust blown and angry. “Kiss me, J? Please.”

Jared pulled away, head leaning back hard and fast. “No!”

Jensen drew a quick breath and felt his heart constrict. Maybe things were fucked up now. He felt fear flood through him.

“Not with his taste on your mouth.” Jared hissed out.

Jensen nodded. “Ok, yeah. Let me go, J. Let me wash my face, brush my teeth, k? Just let me go because I want you. Want to feel your mouth on mine. So much.”

By the time both men met back in the bed, mouths and faces clean, Jared was exhausted. The events of the evening and the intense feelings draining him to the point he was ready to drop. But he wanted nothing more than to kiss Jensen until he couldn’t remember how it felt to kiss anyone else, especially Tom. He wanted to claim Jensen, mark him as his own.

The wet, dirty kisses Jared was giving Jensen were more erotic than some of the sex Jensen had had in his life. He felt like he was being consumed and he was giving as good as he got. Jared was hard again, hips stuttering against Jensen’s as tiny moans escaped his throat only to be swallowed by Jensen’s greedy mouth. Placing both hands on Jared’s face; Jensen maneuvered himself over the younger man, lining their cocks up without breaking the kiss they were sharing. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer but he didn’t care. The fact that he was about to come from nothing more than sharing these deep searching kisses and humping against Jared like a teenager was turning him on more than he would have thought possible.

Jared jerked hard once and then cried out as his orgasm tore through him. “Oh…fuck Jensen…fuck.” He grabbed Jensen’s ass, fingers spanning the round globes covered only by boxer briefs and continued to grind against him until he felt Jensen’s body tense and then shudder hard as his own peak hit.

They lay like that, cum cooling between them and sticking their underwear to their bodies until Jensen lifted his head and smiled. “That was embarrassing and yet really hot, right? I haven’t come in my underwear since I was a kid. What you do to me, J…you just don’t know.”

Jared smiled back, running a finger along Jensen’s freckled nose, “Yeah, I think I do. Cuz it’s the same thing you do to me. You make me crazy. Make me lose all sense of reality and all control. So fucking hot, Jensen.”

“Mmm, good. But I kinda like it when you take control, too. It’s really sexy when you go all alpha male, being all possessive and ‘mine’ and just push me around a little.”

“Really? Yeah, I like it when you do too. Like the fact that you aren’t small and fragile, that you can take it. And like that you can push me around a little too. It is hot. Oh, and maybe I did flirt today, just a little. Maybe I wanted to see how you would react. I like the idea that you get jealous over me.”

Jensen furrowed his brow as he looked down at Jared. “Oh yeah? I should have known. Next time you try that shit I will throw you up against the door like you did me.” His expression turned serious. “I’m sorry, by the way. Really sorry. I wouldn’t have kissed Tom. Not for anything. I wouldn’t hurt you like that, and I don’t want him anyway. You are what I want.”

“'S ok, Jen. I know you wouldn’t. I knew that, I just got so crazy when I saw it. I wasn’t thinking straight. You can’t imagine how much it hurt. But I know it wasn’t you.”

“Good. Really wouldn’t hurt you like that, ever.” Jensen kissed Jared hard, tongue delving inside to explore his mouth yet again before pulling back to meet his eyes. “Oh, and J? You do know it works both ways, right? You are mine just as much as I’m yours.”

“Yeah.” Jared said, wrapping his arms around Jensen and drawing him down onto his chest. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby.”


chap 12



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