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Wedded Blitz: Five

 


“Dearly beloved…” the minister began, and if ever there was a deer-caught-in-the-headlights moment in Jared’s life, this was friggin’ it.

His breath seizing in his chest, Jared desperately wanted to say something to stop the ceremony, but the words stuck fast in his throat as he stared down into Genevieve’s lovely face.

She winked at him slyly, leaning up on her tiptoes when he frowned at her. “Relax,” she whispered, for his ears only as the minister rambled on, and she squeezed his hands, “I got this.”

Got what? What had she got? Christ, Jared felt like he was having a stroke of some sort because his brain-mouth connection was short-circuiting, his synapses firing all over the place, all that sound and fury in his head doing bupkis when it came to prodding his power of speech.

When Genevieve’s smile turned wicked, he drew in a deep breath, his ears suddenly picking up on the minister’s words.

“If there is anyone present who can show just cause as to why these two should not be wed,” the man droned on, nasal and monotoned, while Jared’s heart threatened to beat right out of his chest, “let them speak now or forever hold their peace. Is there anyone here who objects to this union?”

There was pindrop silence in the big hall for all of a second, and then seven – yes, seven – voices cried out in unison, “I object!”

Genevieve objected.

He was pretty sure he’d heard Jeff object too, just as Jared himself had done, and a quick look at their stunned guests showed Chad, Clif and Keanu on their feet, looking embarrassed and sheepish, but still standing their ground.

Jared didn’t give a fuck about any of them though – well, with the exception of Genevieve; she was awesome – because above all the other voices, loud and proud, and maybe a little terrified, he’d heard Jensen’s objection.

He bit his lip to try to contain his smile as the minister stared at them in shock.

“I’ve been marrying people for fifteen years,” the man gasped, “and that has never happened in one of my weddings before!”

“Yeah well, shit happens,” Gen muttered under her breath, still looking at Jared, “c’est la vie.” Then she looked at the minister. “Give us a moment, will you please?”

And Jared was going to get to her, really, he thought as he held up a tentative finger in her face. “Just give me one second, okay?” Gen smiled and nodded, and he turned to look at Jensen who was still tucked in behind Jeff and now trying to blend in with the decorative foliage around the altar.

“I thought you didn’t have a problem with this,” Jared murmured, his voice carrying just as far as Jensen’s ears.

The corner of Jensen’s mouth tipped up in a self-deprecating manner. “I thought so, too,” he gulped, his green-eyed gaze boring into Jared, open and honest and hiding nothing of what he was feeling, “I was wrong.”

He looked broken and beautiful and Jared really needed to kiss him, but he figured he had a lifetime left to do that, and he didn’t want to add insult to injury where Gen was concerned, at least not any more than he'd already had. With just a nod at Jensen, he turned to look at his ex-fiancée.

“I’m sorry, Gen.”

She sighed. “Well, you should be, but it’s not entirely your fault.” She looked over Jared’s shoulder as Jensen sidled closer, also looking apologetically at her. She shook her head at him. “Jensen, why didn’t you tell him about you and Danneel?”

Jensen gasped. “How’d you know about that? Wait, you’re the one who told him?”

“Yes,” she huffed, “and it should’ve been you, dumbass.” She rolled her eyes. “Danneel told me over New Year’s, and there I was, just waiting for Jared to dump me, now that the line to you was free and clear, but no. He didn’t say a word, he was just his usual happy self.” She darted a look up at Jared’s stunned face. “It’s not like it’s a big secret, you know? Either this shit between you two is the most epic bromance in the history of the known universe, or it’s true love. And only an idiot stands in the way of true love!” She poked Jared’s chest with her pointy little finger. “When you didn’t break up with me, I thought, maybe I’d read the signs wrong and I just went with the flow, until an hour ago when I found out that you didn’t know.”

“Oh God,” Jensen groaned.

“FYI?” Gen stepped a foot closer and gave Jensen’s cheek a conciliatory pat, “I am not an idiot.”

“Gen,” Jared whispered, pouring all the gratitude and love he felt for her in his heart into his next two words, “thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, Padalecki, I’ve kinda always wanted to speak now and not hold my peace.” She smirked up at him, as Jared choked out a half-laugh, half-sob. “Just pay for the party, okay? I’m not leaving without cake.”

Jensen grabbed her wrist before she could move away. “Genevieve… you don’t know how much this means to me. To us.”

“I do know, Jensen,” she mumbled, biting her lip and swallowing, tears springing into her eyes, “but I didn’t stand a chance.” She included them both in her smile. “He was never mine to begin with, just like you never belonged to Danneel.”

“Thank you.” This time it was Jensen who said it. Genevieve nodded and grinned.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Ackles,” she teased, “if you don’t hang on to him, someone else is gonna come along and steal him from right under you, and you might not get so lucky next time.” She turned to go and then froze for a second, carefully leaning into Jared as she whispered, “Is that Keanu Reeves?”

Jared chuckled. “Yeah.”

“Why is Keanu Reeves objecting to my wedding?”

Jensen popped up by Genevieve’s other side. “I think he’s another believer in the power of love.”

Gen tossed him a lopsided grin before looking up at Jared. “You think he’ll give me his number?”

“If he doesn’t?” Jared grinned down at her. “I will.”

“Awesome.” She smiled in satisfaction. “Let me handle them, all right?” she asked nodding at their guests, before she sighed. “At least your mom will be happy, she never liked me.”

Jared darted a quick look at his mother, who was sitting there gaping at them. “She likes you plenty,” Jared hedged guiltily.

Gen snorted. “Yeah, right. Save me a piece of cake, Padalecki, or I’m kicking your ass. And you can have the ring back, but I'm keeping the dress.”

And with that, Genevieve, the lovely, well-versed little lady that she was, proceeded to break the bad (good) news to the confused guests. It was a thing of beauty, her ease and charm and way with words, and in no time at all, she had everyone up and out of the hall, and shepherded into the reception area for the meal and revelry and cake, just sans the actual wedding.

And then, in a matter of a few minutes, the only ones left in the hall were the Padaleckis, the Ackles', and a few of their assorted friends and relatives.

“What the fuck just happened?” Josh asked, his cuss-filter very obviously malfunctioning. “And why didn’t either of you tell us that you knew Keanu Reeves?”

“It’s a long goddamn story,” Jensen huffed, collapsing in a heap on the altar step, leaning his head against Jared’s knee as he sighed.

Jared couldn’t help the smile on his face as he looked down at Jensen’s dark head. He sat down too, taking his place at Jensen’s side, long arm draped over Jensen’s shoulders as he tugged him close. Jensen looked a little startled, a little shaken, and a lot relieved as his green eyes collided with Jared’s, and this time, there was no holding back.

Jared leaned in and Jensen tipped forward and then they were kissing, slow and sweet and everything Jared had ever wanted, finally right there in his arms.

It was the collective gasp of shock that had them breaking apart, everyone talking at once as Jeff and Chad tried to calm them down.

“Jeff,” Josh glared at his friend, “am I gonna have to kick some ass?”

Jeff, who was bigger than Josh on any given day, looked like a frightened little girl (not that Jared blamed him; Josh could be really, really scary when he put his mind to it). “Hold that thought.”

“Hold everything,” Jensen’s father spoke up sternly, “and start from the beginning. What the hell happened out there in Vegas?”

“Forget what happened in Vegas,” Sherri piped up, the look in her eyes daring anyone to overrule her (no one did; she put Josh to shame in the fear-mongering department). Then she turned that no-nonsense look on Jared. “I want to know why you’re kissing Jensen Ackles.”

Jared gulped, squeezing Jensen’s hand in his, but it was Jensen who rose gracefully to his feet in front of her, tugging Jared up with him, and it was Jensen who spoke. “I love Jared, ma’am,” he said softly, and so sincerely that Jared sighed, “with all my heart, with everything that I am, I love him. I have for a long time now, and I know this may come as a shock to y’all, but we’ve been… we’ve been dancin’ around this thing for years, and we’re good with each other, you know?” Jensen blinked and Jared noticed it was because there were tears in his eyes and now – goddamit – there were tears in Jared’s eyes, too. Jensen drew in a deep breath. “We’re happy. I mean, Jared’s happy. I think I make him happy…” Green eyes glanced shyly in his direction and Jared couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around Jensen, wrapping his whole body around Jensen until his face was buried in the soft hair at the nape of Jensen’s neck and all he could breathe in was the warm scent of Jensen’s skin.

“You make me so happy, Jensen,” Jared breathed.

Jensen’s hands gripped his, but he looked back at Jared’s momma, and then, for good measure, at Jared’s daddy too. “Can I keep him? Please?”

“Oh, baby,” Sherri whispered, her eyes tearing up as well. Jared was pretty sure he saw Donna sniffling a little too. “It’s ‘may I.' And of course, you may. I was always rooting for you, Jensen.”

Well, if his momma was correcting Jensen’s grammar, then he’d been well and truly accepted into the Padalecki family, Jared thought with a chuckle, but Jensen just nodded seriously. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Just bring him back home to us for holidays and special occasions, y’hear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, now that that’s settled,” Sherri smirked, “c’mon over here and give me a hug, boys.”

They ambushed her. Then the rest of the family jumped on them, everyone chattering happily and thumping both Jared and Jensen on the back and offering their congratulations.

It stood to reason, then, that Jeff had to go and ruin it all.

“Dude,” he grinned, poking Jensen in the chest, “you’re supposed to ask for the bride’s hand before the wedding, not after!”

Jensen froze. Jared froze. Jeff slapped a hand to his face.

“Aw, shoot.”

“JT?” Sherri turned to him in shock.

“It’s a long story?” Jared ventured sheepishly.

“Well, then I suggest you get started on it,” Donna butted into the conversation, and shit, she was just as scary as his momma, “’cause I don’t want to hear that you didn’t do right by my baby boy.”

“No, ma’am. I mean, yes, ma’am. Shoot,” Jared panicked. “Jensen, what do I mean?”

“He means he loves me, momma,” Jensen smiled, sweet for his mother, who all but melted at that look, “he’ll always do right by me.”

“I will,” Jared nodded hard, digging into his trouser pocket to pull out the pair of rings there. “I promised,” he told them all, holding the rings, one slightly bigger than the other, in his palm for everyone to see.

Jensen blinked at them. “I wondered where they were.”

“We gave them to Elvis to get them engraved.”

“What do they say?” Jensen leaned in close enough to touch their foreheads together as Jared showed him: J & J, in life, for life. Jensen smiled.

“The rings are cheap…” Jared started, unable to stop staring at the simple gold bands resting on his palm.

“They’re perfect,” Jensen argued, taking the larger one from Jared and sneaking a peek up at him through his lashes, shy and so damn sweet that Jared’s chest ached with it. Then, in front of their families and friends, they slid their rings onto each other’s fingers.

“My God,” Sherri shook her head at Donna, “our sons got hitched in Vegas. And Elvis had something to do with it.”

Donna sniggered.

Alan snorted.

Gerry damn near guffawed.

“Actually,” Jeff interrupted, “they got civil-unioned in Vegas.”

Donna blinked, her eyes widening before a smile broke out onto her face as she and Sherri shared a look. “That means we can still have a real wedding!”

“In Canada,” Jeff agreed, “where it’s legal and they can do it right.” And Jared stared as his big brother winked at him.

“Thanks, bro,” Jared remarked, smirking, “although I don’t know how you’re gonna top your performance from the Chapel of Love.”

Jeff frowned. “What performance? You remember something from that night?”

“Nope,” Jensen drawled, “but we have the DVD, remember?” It was really comical how everyone froze, and then started talking all at once, finally sending a posse of Jared’s cousins out to go hunt down a DVD player or a laptop. “Should’ve kept that to myself,” Jensen muttered with a wry smile.

Jared kissed his cheek. “S’okay, pumpkin, everyone already knows you’re gone for me.”

“I am,” Jensen admitted quietly, sighing as he leaned into Jared’s embrace, both of them enjoying their closeness while Jeff and Chad filled everyone else in on the nitty-gritty details of their trip to Vegas.

“What’d we miss?”

Jared and Jensen jumped as Misha suddenly appeared behind them, Vicki and Keanu in tow, and huh, Jared hadn’t even noticed that they’d gone, but looking at their cake-laden plates, he rolled his eyes.

“Good job with the cake, gigantor,” Keanu mumbled, licking cream cheese frosting from his fork.

“Mmm,” Vicki agreed, moaning lustily as she rubbed her pregnant belly, “I’m taking the mango mousse tier home, I swear to God.” She looked at her husband. “Make it happen, Misha.”

“Yes, dear,” Misha was quick to agree.

“And get the name of that bakery,” she ordered over her shoulder as she went to find a chair.

“As you wish,” Misha called out, pinning Jared with a sullen stare. “Thanks. Now I’ll have to make craving runs trying to find mango mousse cake in the middle of the night.”

“Dude,” Jared grinned unrepentantly, “you’re welcome. What are you doing here, by the way? Thought you couldn’t make it?”

“Clif’s tweets these past couple of days were too intriguing to pass up,” Misha confided with a smirk as Jared and Jensen groaned. “I had to come check it out myself.”

“The hell did Clif say?” Jensen frowned.

“Something about love, drugs and the king of rock ‘n’ roll,” he muttered, nodding to his wife as she waved him over. “Excuse me. I’m needed to go get Vicki more cake. At this rate, my kid’s gonna have a secret candy stash bigger than Jared’s. Coming, honey!”

“You guys are weird,” Keanu commented, “I think that’s why your show works. I mean, that dude said he plays an angel who has a profound bond with Dean.”

“He does.” Jensen shrugged.

“Does that make Sam jealous?”

“A little,” Jared quipped, “but he was banging a demon - incidentally one played by Genevieve - so we figure they’re even.”

“I really need to watch this show,” Keanu mumbled, taking another bit of cake. “This is good cake. We should go get some more before Vicki eats it all.”

Since that sentiment was one they could all agree on, they started in the direction of the reception room, only to jump back in shock when the doors leading there were thrown open and the Trinity suddenly stood on the threshold, panting and wheezing, as if they’d run there all the way from Nevada.

“Stop the wedding!” George shouted, and then seeing the nearly empty room, his shoulders slumped dejectedly. “Fuck.” He turned on his compatriots. “I told you we shouldn’t have stopped for pie! Who stops for pie on the way to break up a wedding?”

“It was good pie!” Ben yelled back. “And look! Jensen and Jared, but no bride!”

Matt was the first to stalk up to them. “Did you get married?” he asked Jared.

“Just to Jensen. In Vegas.”

“What happened here?” Ben asked.

Jensen and Jared looked at each other and laughed. “It’s a long story.”

“Awesome, I’ve got time to kill,” George drawled, winking at Donna and Sherri as they swooned and clung to each other at the sight of him, “and a hankering for cake.”

Jared pushed Jensen up against the door as soon as – his best friend? Life partner? Husband? All of the above? – Jensen shut it and they finally left the madness behind them. He trapped Jensen there with his hands and elbows pressed against the wood, keeping no space between their bodies to even breathe. Jensen smirked up at him through his lashes, and really, that’s all it took for Jared to get hard in his pants.

“Never, ever stop looking at me like that, okay?” Jared pleaded, dipping his head to nibble at Jensen’s earlobe, nuzzling the soft, sensitive shell of his ear as Jensen nodded. “Wanna take a shower with me? Wash all this make-up off?”

“Yeah,” Jensen breathed, his hands rubbing up and down Jared’s sides, before un-tucking his shirt from his pants.

They did a good job getting each other naked – and needy – as they stumbled through Jared’s room at the ski resort and into the bathroom. There was no shower stall here, just a bathtub with a showerhead that Jared was already intimately familiar with, considering how many times he’d banged his head against it.

“Let me take pole position,” Jensen chuckled when Jared glared at the offending showerhead; he was quick to turn on the water and adjust the temperature before he stepped under the spray and… got wet. And gorgeous. Or, you know, more gorgeous.

Jared tried not to drool. Or come. It was a close thing on both fronts.

“C’mere.” Jensen tugged on his hips, until they slotted together, their cocks hard and sliding against each other. Jared ducked his head under the spray and captured Jensen’s plump, wet lips with his, sucking on them like a starving man grapples at sustenance. “Goddamn, you feel so good, Jay.”

“And you were about to give this all up,” Jared muttered into the skin over Jensen’s collarbone, working his way to the point where shoulder met neck, and he settled there, sucking a bruise into Jensen’s skin, marking him, making Jensen his in a whole new way. But Jensen had gotten very quiet. “What?” Jared asked, pulling back and shoving a hank of wet hair off of his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” Jensen said, his eyes not wavering from Jared’s, “I never meant to…”

“To ever tell me how you felt?”

“Yeah,” Jensen nodded, scrubbing water out of his eyes, “I really did think you were happy.”

“I had to be happy, Jensen,” Jared said, cupping Jensen’s face in his hands as his thumbs brushed across his spiky, wet eyelashes. “You seemed happy with Danneel, and I dunno, I guess I wanted that too.”

“I wanted you.”

“Well, now you’ve got me. No refunds, no exchanges.”

“I think I can live with that,” Jensen told him, laughing a little as he reached up to drag his fingers through Jared’s wet hair, pushing it back again before he trailed his hand down the side of Jared’s face, cupping his jaw. “I’d like to promise not to be such a wuss when it comes to you, but I will always put you and your feelings first. I’m going to always want to do what’s best for you.”

“You think I won’t do the same for you?” Jared asked. “But you need to talk to me, okay? I need to know what’s going on in that head of yours. I can’t lose you again, Jensen, not for nothing. I can’t.”

Jensen pressed into his body at that, rising up onto his toes when Jared’s arms tightened around his waist, as he reached up to kiss him, their mouths moving languidly under the stream of water cascading down over them. “You’re not going to. I won’t let you. Not ever gonna let you go now that you’re mine.”

“Mine,” Jared agreed, grabbing Jensen’s ass cheeks and squeezing possessively.

Jensen smirked into his mouth. “I think you should fuck me now.”

Jared groaned, completely on board with that plan. In two minutes flat, he had them out of the tub, towel-dried more or less (him, more; Jensen, less – because, hello, wet Jensen!), and tumbled into bed, and goddamn, Jensen looked fucking stunning all spread out against the soft white sheets, and as soon as they got back to Vancouver, Jared was tossing all his old sheets and buying new ones… in white.

Jensen sighed with exaggerated patience. “I’m not getting any younger, Padalecki.”

“Shut up,” Jared pouted, “I like looking at you.”

“Well, I need you to touch me, so c’mere already.”

Jared reluctantly – and happily – complied, moving with languid ease until every part of him was pressed against every part of Jensen as he settled on top of him, their faces so close together that their noses brushed. “You’re so beautiful, Jensen,” Jared said right into his mouth.

Jensen blushed, a riot of color blooming up from his chest – Jared could feel the warm flush against his own skin – right up into his face; it made the bruised skin around his eye look purple. Jared carefully kissed around the bruise, licking the skin there, kitten-soft and tender. Jensen sighed, tightened his grip around Jared and suddenly flipped them over until he was on top.

“My turn,” he drawled, the Texan in him showing a lot in those two little words, while the feral, possessive look in his eyes sent a shiver ricocheting through Jared’s body, one that he could feel from his toes all the way to his scalp.

Jared tried not to squirm as Jensen slithered down his body, the moisture left over from their shower easing his way as he paused first to suck on Jared’s nipples. Goosebumps peppered Jared’s skin at the sensation – and the visual – of those sensual, full lips of Jensen’s pursing over that tiny, brown nub, assaulting it with the coarse surface of his tongue as he laved over it in broad stripes, before going back to suckling at it, and then lavishing the same glorious attention to Jared’s other nipple. Christ, but Jensen and his exceptionally gifted mouth were working wonders on Jared’s libido.

Not that Jared’s libido really needed much to begin with; just Jensen, however he could get him.

Jensen hummed softly as he moved down Jared’s body, not in any hurry at all, sounding like he was enjoying himself, which made Jared smile like a fool. He teased them both as he licked down the cut of Jared’s abs, his tongue dipping into Jared’s belly button, making that smile on his face turn into a laugh, because that tickled. He could feel Jensen’s answering grin against his skin as he mouthed at the divot of his hips, sucking fiercely at one spot where hip led to groin.

“So sexy,” Jensen murmured. “Jared, your fucking body…” Jensen’s voice trailed off as he pressed a series of soft licks and kisses along Jared’s inner thigh, his tongue so close to Jared’s cock but ignoring it in favor of licking along the groove of his groin, that sensitive, paper thin area of skin that Jared never considered an erogenous zone before. “Almost had a fucking heart attack when I first saw you after hiatus last year,” Jensen muttered, and Jared had to shake his head to focus on his words, “you suddenly went from this cute kid to this hot, ripped man and I… I don’t even know…”

Jared didn’t know either; he had no idea. Because now Jensen had his dick in his fist, tight and firm, and was lapping at the precome leaking from it like it was a sugary sweet treat. Fuck, it was hot. It was beyond hot, and Jared was going to blow like a geyser if Jensen didn’t let up soon.

Time enough for blowjobs later; right now, he needed to fuck Jensen.

“Jensen,” Jared panted as Jensen slurped on the head of his cock, “Jensen, shit, grab the lube, dammit. I need you.”

The bastard smiled around his cock instead, then went back to sucking it with gusto so Jared couldn’t help but manhandle him – and Jared was going to treasure that look of surprise on Jensen’s face for an eternity – pulling him easily back up the length of his body as Jared devoured his mouth, tasting himself and Jensen, the combination heady and addictive. Jensen wrenched himself away though, and with Jared directing him, he found the plastic bag with the lube.

“You had condoms?” Jensen sputtered. “You had condoms last night and you didn’t use them?”

Fuck.

“Sorry, sorry, Jen,” Jared apologized, his heart in his throat, “I’m sorry, but I promise you I’m clean. I never have sex without a condom. Well, except for yesterday obviously, but that was you and I wasn’t thinking and…”

“Jesus, Jay,” Jensen snorted, “I don’t care about that! I mean, I do, but I know you’d never not take care of me.” Jared breathed a sigh of relief and sagged back across the pillows pushed up against the head of the bed. “I just meant… you came inside me. That shit is gross,” Jensen complained as he crawled up the bed, stopping only when he was sitting in Jared’s lap, straddling his thighs.

Jared raised an enquiring eyebrow. “My come inside you is gross?”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, princess.” Jensen rolled his eyes. “I just meant that it’s squelchy and uncomfortable. Use a condom.”

“Squelchy and uncomfortable?”

“Are you gonna bitch me out, now?” Jensen asked with a sigh, flipping the bottle of lube open, grabbing Jared’s hand and squirting some slick over his fingers. “’Cause there are better things you could be doing with your time.” He waggled his brows suggestively. He grunted and wriggled a little as Jared reached around him to stick two fingers up his ass, no warning, no hesitation, just intrusion. Jensen laughed as he bore down on Jared’s fingers, holding Jared’s face between his palms and forcing Jared’s gaze up to his. “You try it next time and see how you like it.”

Jared had to huff out a laugh, and he got rewarded with a kiss on his nose, on his forehead, and on his mouth. “Yeah, okay.”

“So, condom?”

“Condom,” Jared agreed, a little disappointed, because Jensen felt so mind-blowingly incredible on his bare cock, “and you call me a princess.”

Jensen grinned, a harsh breath punching out of him as Jared added a third finger. “It’s these lustrous locks,” Jensen teased, tousling his hair playfully, kissing the bruise around his eye.

When he declared that he was ready, Jared reached for a condom and put it on while Jensen hovered, and then, fucking then, he lost himself in the rapturous feel of Jensen sinking down over him, impaling himself on Jared’s cock, in what was going to be Jared’s new definition of perfection.

“Huh.”

Jared blinked his eyes open to find Jensen squinting at him. “What?”

“Nope,” was all Jensen said, “this isn’t gonna work.”

“Wha–?” It was working for Jared! It was working awesomely! And then it wasn’t, because Jensen pulled himself off Jared’s cock with a slick, obscene plop. He knee-crawled backwards until he had Jared’s dick in front of him and then got rid of the condom, tossing it aside, and as Jared watched it fly in an elegant arc to the floor, Jensen slicked up his bare cock, fast and furious and before Jared could say or do anything, he was sinking back down on him with a soft, very satisfied sigh.

Oh. Ohhhh. Sonofabitch.

“Don’t say it,” Jensen grunted, fucking himself on Jared’s dick with abandon.

“Wasn’t… uh, gonna say… a word,” Jared panted, admiring the sheen of sweat on Jensen’s upper lip as he exerted himself. An imp of mischief made Jared add, “I can pull out before I come… if you like…”

“Shut… up… Jared.”

“Can come on you… your belly,” Jared stuttered, “lick it… lick it off.” Jensen’s breath hitched and he did that pretty little whimpering thing again, and Jared was gone. He grabbed Jensen and with some nifty maneuvering – and who said big guys like him weren’t bendy? – he had Jensen flat on his back on the bed, their feet on the pillows instead. “Or…” Jared gasped, as Jensen’s ass clenched him like a vise when Jared pounded into him, “or I could come inside you again, and lick you clean… Would you like that, Jensen? Huh?”

“I have… never… been with some…one as chatty as you in bed, I swear,” Jensen groused, biting Jared’s shoulder hard enough to bruise.

Jared nipped Jensen’s bottom lip in sweet retaliation. “I’d rather you… not talk about sex with other people when you’re having sex with… me.”

“I’m not having… sex… with you.”

“You’re not?” Jared chuckled, licking across Jensen’s upper lip now, sweeping all those salty little droplets of sweat into his mouth. “Jensen… I hate to be the one to break it you… but if this isn’t sex… then you’ve been doing it wrong, baby.”

“This isn’t sex,” Jensen insisted, his feet wrapping around the backs of Jared’s thighs and holding on as he canted and undulated his hips up towards Jared with every other thrust.

Jared scoffed. “Then what is it?”

“This… is… love.”

Oh. Oh, fuck. Jared’s hips stuttered to a standstill.

“Uh, Jay?” Jensen wheezed. “Can you get a fucking move on? I got things to do.”

Jared smiled down into irate green eyes. “Shut up and let me love you.”

But Jensen, because he was an ornery bastard like that, shut him up instead, kissing the very breath from his body, making Jared’s already hard dick surge stiffer inside Jensen, making him lose his mind a little. There was no more talking after that, not for another few minutes, not until Jensen came, splashing warm and sticky between their bodies, not until Jared came, long and hard and deep inside Jensen’s body.

And because he was a man of his word, he licked every inch of Jensen clean.

Sated and sleepy, Jensen pleasantly pliant and spooned into his front, Jared spoke again. “Hey, Jen?”

“Mmm?”

“You think maybe Max the Fifth has a sibling?”

Jensen groaned. “No, Jared. I’m already letting you keep that black velvet monstrosity.”

“Hey, I love that picture of us!” He poked Jensen in the side, and when he yelped, Jared sucked a little on his earlobe in apology. “Come on, Jen. He was awful cute.”

“No, he was awful stinky.”

“I think Harley and Sadie might want a little brother or sister…”

“Oh God.” Jensen buried his face in the pillow they were sharing, so Jared soothed him with soft kisses along the back of his neck.

“And as their new daddy, you’re obliged to give them one.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Well?”

“I’ll talk to George in the morning,” Jensen huffed, grabbing Jared’s jaw between strong fingers and crushing his mouth to Jared’s in a brutal, brilliant kiss. “Also, I hate you.”

Jared squeezed him until neither of them could breathe. “Liar.”


When Jensen and Jared got married for the second time, a few months later in the spring, sober and in full control of all their faculties, both of them looking handsome and debonair and besotted with each other, it was just as heartfelt and charming as the first time, Elvis, the alpacas, Max (Clooney) and Maxine (Padalecki-Ackles), Harley and Sadie, and all. They counted Keanu Reeves, George Clooney, Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, and their significant others amongst the wedding guests, as well as almost everyone from their real families and their Supernatural family, and each and every one of their friends.

Only this time they didn’t do it in a ski lodge or in the Chapel of Love; this time, they tied the knot in a beautiful lakefront resort on the coast of Nanaimo, British Columbia. This time, they were flanked by their groomsmen at the altar, their brothers at their sides, and they’d walked down the aisle together, hand in hand. They said the same vows, they got teary-eyed (okay, Jensen cried prettily and Jared cried sloppily), and they used the same rings, because they were both sentimental and sappy and smitten with one another like that, and they didn’t need to hide it anymore, now that everyone and their mommas-in-law knew the truth about them. This time they were pronounced husband and husband, and they reveled in the sound of it before they kissed, sweet and perfect and so in love, and at the end of the night, they still danced to True Blue.

This time, pretty much just like last time (because if it ain’t broke, don’t fuck it up by trying to fix it), they did it right, and as Jared watched Jensen smile and laugh and love him, he figured he’d finally found the wedded bliss he’d spent all these years looking for, and as Jensen’s hand slipped back into his, warm and snug and a perfect fit, he knew that Jensen had found his bliss too.

Sometimes, like this time, dreams, though they may get tweaked a little, do come true.







 

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