Wandering Lost: Part 7

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DAY SEVEN

He wakes up immediately feeling guilty for leaving the festival without an excuse. For leaving Jared, really.

Jensen stays in bed, staring up at the ceiling, as he contemplates his final days in Paradise. What once seemed like a death sentence is now whittling down the final days of a necessary vacation. He doesn’t want it to end.

The sun beams hot through the window and birds chirp loudly outside. He can hear voices downstairs, but he doesn’t want to move. Getting up and starting the day means he’s that much closer to getting in the F-100 and heading out of town.

He no longer thinks about it as going home, but leaving the sparkle of Paradise.

Someone knocks at the door, and Jensen sluggishly gets up to open it, now staring at Jared. The guy stands tall, nearly looming in the doorway, yet his shy, impish grin eases much of Jensen’s worries.

Immediately, Jensen blurts out, “I’m sorry for leaving last night.”

Jared apologizes as well, with a small, playful frown. “I’m sorry I abandoned you for so long. Was gonna make it up to you with some pie at Briana’s.”

“Pie for breakfast?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“If you have a better idea …”

“Forget I said anything!” Jensen laughs then hurries to shower and get dressed while Jared goes down to talk to Mrs. G.

Another day with Jared could be a great way to avoid thinking about his trip back East.


***


The day flies by, and Jensen does all he can to hold onto the moments and catalogue them for later. He snaps hundreds of pictures around town of each building and person he sees; takes a few selfies with Briana, Kim, and her boys; and even insists on some with Jared.

He and Jared share a banana split at Kim’s shop for lunch, get a hefty serving of pie at Briana’s as an afternoon snack, and head back to Mrs. G.’s for dinner. There are steaks and potatoes, and even a whole plate of Mrs. G’s white chocolate and macadamia nut cookies. A full dozen, and Jensen snickers.

“Hmm?” Jared watches him closely.

“Oh, nothing … just, remembering Mrs. G was in a fuss over your cookies.”

“Sounds pretty sexy.”

Jensen side eyes him.

“But also worrying,” Jared amends with fake sincerity. “Do go on.”

“I guess it’s not that important.”

“Sure it is.”

“Says who?”

“Says me. You thought about it and wanted to tell me, so tell me.”

Jensen makes a thoughtful noise and concentrates more on cutting his steak than the way Jared is watching him. There are plenty of thoughts stirring around his head, and he’d rather not spend too much time sorting them all out. He’s not sure he has much patience for such a thing when he’s doing his best to just drift with the flow.

“I smell smoke,” Jared says in between bites. There is absolutely nothing serious in the way he says it, or in the way he’s minding Jensen. Like he knows more than he’ll let on. Or more than even Jensen will allow.

There’s nothing amiss with the stove or oven; Jensen can’t smell anything himself and doesn’t see a problem. “I don’t smell anything.”

“Surprising. When the fire’s brewing in that pretty little head of yours.” Jared even points his fork at Jensen, perfectly square piece of medium rare filet pierced at the end of it. “What’re you thinking?”

“Nothing really.”

“You know, nothing really and nothing are not the same thing.”

Jensen sets his fork down on his plate, just before letting his guard down as well. The whole point is to enjoy the moments as they come, not to overthink them. Or worse, keep himself guarded from enjoying them.

“I didn’t really expect this, ya know?”

“Well, like my Uncle Bobby says, ‘the times they are a-changing’.”

Jensen stares. “Okay … seriously?”

“What?”

“Jared.”

“What?” he repeats.

The longer Jensen stares, the more amused he is by Jared’s look of complete innocence. “You’re an idiot.”

“Tell me he’s wrong. Try it.”

Doing his best to hide a smile, Jensen rolls his eyes and mumbles, “Shut up.” When he spots Jared’s growing smile, Jensen wants nothing more than to share it with him. In his own way, he does, leaning over to kiss him. Jared moves right into it and nudges his nose right alongside Jensen’s. Tips closer so their foreheads touch, and he can look right into Jensen’s eyes when the kiss drifts off.

“You really need better lines,” Jensen insists, even as he remains right in Jared’s space.

Jared hums and smirks. “They seem to be working just fine.”

“One of these days, you’re gonna run out of uncles.”

“But I’ll never run out of energy.”

Jensen’s eyebrows go up, interested. “Is that so?”

Jared leans closer. “You wanna find out?”

Mrs. G. is still in the house, back in the kitchen and out of earshot, of course. But Jensen still wonders what else she could know of what they’re discussing.

“She has terrible hearing,” Jared insists in a low voice. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

It is, but Jensen is still absolutely thrilled by the idea. He weakly points out, “She’ll notice we’re gone.”

“She’ll probably be glad that we are.” After a wink, he adds, “I know I’ll be glad about it.”

Jared takes him up to Jensen’s room. They’re practically running up the stairs, hurrying so Mrs. G doesn’t see them, but she’ll surely hear them. Especially when Jared yanks on Jensen’s hand and pulls quickly so their feet stomp loudly on each step and down the hall.
They’re giddy and laughing until Jared pushes Jensen against the wall and traps him between it and his body. Long lines, hard muscles. Just like last night before fireworks interrupted them.

There are fireworks here, too, popping a million sensations across Jensen’s skin. It’s all too much for Jensen to concentrate, worse yet when Jared takes over Jensen’s mouth, lips pressing tight and tongue slipping deep inside. It’s just like at the festival, but, this time, they’re alone, and Jensen can react exactly the way he wants.

Twenty-four hours is a long time to wait and think, to plan the next time, to figure out where to put his hands, how fast and easy he wants this to be. Fighting Jared in the kiss, even when letting Jared completely manhandle him down the hallway. They stop every few feet, and Jensen lets his arms swing up around Jared’s neck, holds onto his hair and twists, feels a flurry of butterflies in his belly like he’s back in high school and making out with Billy behind the bleachers.

So cliché, yet so off the map for what was expected in the farm lands of Texas. Jensen had let his libido lead the way, chasing the good feelings and rushing through it so they weren’t caught. He still remembers the rough calluses on Billy’s fingers from hours spent on the guitar every day.

Jared’s fingers are tough with distinct ridges, but it’s completely different when Jensen pants and moans with every finger print pressed into his back, warm palms sliding along his bare skin. Can think about what to say or do in return rather than bottle up all the worry of teenage Jensen ‘Straight-A’ Ackles.

He’s since grown from those days. Long forgotten, except when Jensen finds himself trying to dip back into the sensations of warm male bodies, chests broader than his own, arms stronger and yet protective.

Through his thoughts, he’s slowed down, and Jared pulls back with a small bite at the corner of his own mouth. “Everything okay?”

“It could be better,” he teases, grinning at the confusion, and perhaps disappointment on Jared’s face. He rectifies it by tugging on Jared’s shirt to lead the way to his room. Then he barricades them inside with a twist of the faulty lock before shoving the trunk in front of the door.

In seconds, they’re on the bed and fighting with clothes. Jensen barely gets Jared’s fly open before his hand is diving in to touch, wrapping his fingers around Jared’s dick and fisting him. He revels in the image of Jared spread out on the bed beneath him with blushing cheeks and kiss-bitten lips. There’s nothing prettier than Jared’s pink tongue reaching for Jensen’s mouth, no better sound than his wrecked breathing.

Jared doesn’t fare much better as he yanks Jensen’s jeans and underwear just under Jensen’s ass and returns the favor of the hand job. It’s messy and quick, yet utterly satisfying as they trade wet kisses, hot air, and uneven rhythms that are less about skills and more about the frenetic energy between them.

Prickling shocks run across Jensen’s skin, ultra-heightened when Jared’s free hand runs up and down Jensen’s arm. Those long fingers squeeze around Jensen’s bicep as the muscles work hard to get Jared off with quick strokes and a tight fist.

He thinks about swimming and the cloudiness in the ears as one sinks underwater. When Jared drags kisses out, it’s like the tide licking at the shore. Suddenly, Jensen wants to run away … but not like before. Not out of fright or anxiety. It’s purely for the exhilaration of escaping to a remote beach and letting the ocean slip between his toes, warm water heating his body. Now he pictures the golden sun on Jared’s skin, slick with perspiration, maybe even with Jensen’s mouth as he’d ravish every square inch when they have the patience.

For the interim, Jensen lowers himself to kiss and suck along Jared’s neck, and he swears he can taste the saltiness of the Atlantic. Feel the warmth of the sun’s rays with every touch.

Jared growls from the back of his throat when Jensen runs his tongue up to the hinge of his jaw, squeezes around Jensen’s cock, and falters there as Jensen finds the bullseye and keeps working his mouth at that spot. Jared is completely undone in a matter of minutes, tugging Jensen in tight as he pumps his hips into the ring of Jensen’s fingers. Moans and puffs empty breaths as he comes, does little to worry about the decibel level when he roars through his orgasm.

The sounds are far too good to keep Jensen on track. Combined with the blissed look in Jared’s eyes and the lazy drag of his tongue across his bottom lip, Jensen finds himself plunging into the deeper waters of his mind. Breaks soon after Jared, and only wastes a second thinking about the mess of their come on each other’s hands and clothes.

Jensen is dazed for quite a while as he watches the shadows of the trees outside swaying in the easy breeze. He lays shoulder to shoulder with Jared, wonders briefly about the drying come, but won’t dare move when he has this warmth along his side.

“I’m usually much better than that,” Jared admits quietly.

As flat as possible, Jensen replies, “Yeah, you were terrible.”

Honestly,” he argues, “I’m rather proud of my abilities in the bedroom. And if I had ample opportunity—”

“You think you’re getting a second chance after that?” Jensen bites the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling. It’s too easy to rib Jared now. Has been since he allowed himself to let go and accept the circus that is this town. And Jared. “Think again, bud. I’ve got higher standards than that.”

“Well now you’re just arrogant.”

Finally, Jensen lets himself laugh, glad that Jared can, too, when they look at one another. “Maybe next time we try to do it without a doily under your ass.”

Jared reaches above his head and slips his finger into a hole of the weave. “I think my mom made this.”

“God, this is just getting more and more embarrassing.”

Jared backhands Jensen’s chest. “It’s my family! How do you think I feel?”

“Maybe you like it.” He groans with another hit from Jared, even while continuing to rag on him. “You probably get off on having sex in your grandma’s house.”

“Just for that, I’m not touching you again.”

Jensen snorts, then turns to his side, leans over Jared to kiss him, lavish with the time he takes to explore Jared’s mouth, dance around his tongue with the delicious post-sex haze hanging in the room. “Too late, you’re touching me,” Jensen teases softly before dropping a few quick kisses on Jared’s lips.

“I am not a willing party.”

“Liar.” Jensen delicately trails a finger up the center of Jared’s chest and rings it around the deep dip of his throat. There’s great joy at the gulp Jared tries to hide, failing spectacularly. And in the way his chest rises with a thick, needy breath. “I can tell you’re totally miserable.”

“I’m already regretting picking you up on the side of the road like some sad prostitute.”

“You were hoping I was one, weren’t you?”

Jared’s grabs at Jensen’s ass and squeezes, fingers pressing into the sensitive dip between his cheeks. “Are you?”

“Oh shut up!” Jensen teases, rolling them over and kissing Jared.
 



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