mangacat201 | Burning Bridges (3/3)

Title: Burning bridges (3/3)

Author: Mangacat(201)
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: ~4,600

Disclaimer: If someone could own them, I think there would be Third World War breaking out soon enough, so we’re all glad they only belong to themselves and hopefully don’t do these things… and if you do, don’t tell us about it, yeah? YEAH? No harm, no foul, all fiction.
Warnings/Spoilers: A bit of fluff, a bit of angst (ok, a big bit) – Chris and Chad do phone cameos. 4X09; 4X10 Heaven and Hell, and pack out your hayforks and rotten cabbage, I expect fangirl uproar, kinda *g*
Summary: They’ve danced around each other for years now, co-stars, partners in crime, best friends… but as the new season gets the spirits and feelings high, passion finally flares and if the morning after doesn’t exactly go as planned… well, you burn that bridge when you cross it.

A/N: So, this is the last one gals, and I promise happy end. The rest? Well, it's all up to your imagination.

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Yay, I’m back. And trying to get this under wraps because yeah, I adopted the monster plot bunny of my life. AND it’s another J2 huibuh, who’d have thought. Anyway, I still like this baby and hope you’ll be having fun with the conclusion of this… well, rather bumpy love affair.

Time was making a beeline for the holidays and frankly, tension went down again some notches for several more reasons to the complete and utter gratitude of the whole crew. Jared and Jensen had made good of their play doing the ‘let’s forget it’- merry-go-round, but the other cast and crew was too close to not have noticed the changed dynamic between the two leading actors, on set if not on screen. Now somewhere along the way, something seemed to have happened that made up a whole different kind of tension, though. Still, Jensen thought that they were quite good at not letting on that Jared had been very busy on working the kissing thing with Jensen. In fact, at one point they had worked up the lip-lock so much, that it had only taken a couple of hard presses for Jensen to come in his pants like a teenager, moaning like a porn star. Embarrassingly so. Jared couldn’t let that go for days even if it was a very private inside joke between them. Still, both of them were very reluctant to go past the kissing thing and well, some advanced groping that may or may not have brought them off a couple of times, because they didn’t want to trash the baby steps. They still hadn’t really talked about it (all of it) with more than a few words, but he noticed more and more things about their working and living-together that had been there before and felt natural, alright, but now really clued to them not being the straightest brooms in the closet. Go figure.

It was nice though, falling into a routine from their friendship seamlessly into a relationship, without the immediate need to define and label. And finally, after filming started on the last episode before winter hiatus, with the schedule tight and the nights long, they had come home, thrown on some comfy clothes and proceeded to let themselves come down by the familiar droning on of late-night TV.

And if Jared’s arm landed somewhere on the rim of the couch where it would drift down to Jensen’s shoulder after a couple of minutes, and IF in turn Jensen sank down a bit, his head leaning against warm, hard flesh, the gentle pulse and intake of breath soothing him to comfortable drowsiness, that was totally acceptable. They still weren’t girls, after all, not when ten minutes later Jensen let out a really deep and manly snore, making warm breath seep against the material of Jared’s shirt.

The tall man debated at keeping a straight face between the urge to laugh outright or coo in a completely non-manly way that would prove they were girls indeed. Instead he decided that it was time for bed and switched off the TV. At the sudden lack of sound, Jensen’s eyes fluttered, awareness creeping back into them, but he let himself graciously be manhandled off the couch and in direction of the bedroom. When Jared went to pass the stairs in order to reach Jensen’s room, determination hit him suddenly and he used the arm around his waist to steer the other man up in the direction of his own bedroom instead. Finally realizing that the tugging meant he was going up the stairs, Jensen seemed to sober up real quick and patted Jared’s chest to stop him, while he mumbled.

“What.. Jay, what are you doing, we can’t…”

“Shhh, trust me on this, Jen, do you trust me?”

Jared bit his lip while he was blinked at for a second, then let out a relieved breath when Jensen nodded and steered the other men up and towards his bedroom.

It had been quite some time since he had done this with another person, but he hoped that Jensen wouldn’t mind and may actually like it. He hadn’t realized that his body had moved on autopilot while his thoughts distracted him until the door of his bedroom clicked behind him. He made them both stumble towards the Padalecki-special-king-sized bed and tugged the covers down. After he’d gotten under the covers he beckoned the older man to slip in beside him and despite the wary look on his face, Jensen followed and slid in next to Jared. His expression rapidly turned into one of adorable surprise, because no matter what he’d expected it surely wasn’t being nuzzled at the neck, arm and leg thrown over his frame from the side followed by the immediate evening out of Jared’s breath against his skin. Jensen peeked at Jared through slitted eyes, but it looked like he was just going to be sleeping with a Padablanket tonight. And considering the feeling was rather nice, he let his eyes slid shut and sleep drag him under in the matter of seconds as well.

~*~*~*~*~*~

They didn’t sleep with each other every night from then on. Somehow it was clear without words that they would each keep their respective rooms and sleep there on ordinary days. After all, they were together about fifteen hours every day on set and quite some more at home. Despite their obvious sticking together there was only so much of one person you could take. Only after particularly long and early days when they could think about nothing else but sleep would they crawl into Jared’s bed (because it was actually designed to hold two big persons) and wake up in a tangle of limbs, because it figures that Jared would be a bed monkey. Still, they were both carefully steering clear of addressing the issue of other bedtime activities and frankly, it was making Jensen itchy since they also had like only two days to go before the winter hiatus. Some solution had to have come up by now… it really should have.

All the petulant thoughts however were broken up from circling by the chirp of his cell, indicating a SMS had arrived. When he checked the ID and saw it was from Chris, he opened it just when he heard Jared shouting from downstairs:

“Hey there’s a package arrived for you, Jen, should I open it?”

Don’t let him open the package, call me!

His brain compared the two different messages just fast enough to make his mouth reflexively shout out “NO…” and his legs carry him down to where Jared was holding a little square package.

“No, it’s ok, I’ll get it. I was expecting Chris to send me some.. stuff over, I need for the holidays you know?”

Jared cocked his head at the fumbling in a way that clearly said ‘I know something’s up, you know I know it’ but handed the package over without fuss. Jensen all but snatched it out of his grasp and took off, figuring that if Chris had gone to such lengths to warn him (yeah right, just in time) about it, he should probably open it without an audience.

He ripped open the latch with one hand, after having returned to his room, while he pressed the buttons on the cell, calling Chris back. The other man answered the phone in the same moment Jensen had his first glimpse at the contents of the package.

“Hello? Jensen… did you faint? Come on, boy, answer me?”

He got answered by the quiet snapping sound Jensen’s hand made as he slapped it over his eyes.

“Chris, tell me I didn’t see what I thought I saw.”

“Depends on what you thought you saw, man.”

Jensen peeked down through his fingers closing them again immediately, glad that he wasn’t anywhere near a person to witness his face glowing read from embarrassment.

“Well, you told me you still hadn’t got over the kissing step which was working out just fine in the first place, so me and Steve, we sat down and found the perfect solution.”

“And how does the perfect solution fit in a bottle of lube, a book, is that ‘Gaymasutra’ and a… huh, notebook?”

“Well, you know this sex thing can go wrong at two points, your partner doesn’t get what you like, or you don’t know what you like. And since you have quite proficient skill with women I’m sure, but might like different things with a man, you have to find out. So take up the self-sacrificing trial of exploration, and get your boy a fucking status report.”

“You’re not serious!”

He could feel Chris roll his eyes through the line.

“Sure I am. I mean, of course you’ll need to be a bit craftier than clean scientific facts, but you’re an artist for god’s sake, you’ll figure out something to get your point across. And since you two dickheads refuse to talk about it, this is the only way I can think of. At least(,) consider it.”

Jensen looked down at the stuff and debated with himself to not throw it in the trash right now. His friend was only trying to help after all, he sighed, he was really such a pushover.

“Yeah, I’ll think about it, ok? Just, no more packages.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

They’d decided to spend Thanksgiving together as they would go down to Texas to celebrate Christmas with their respective families, but needed a couple of days to tune down from fifteen hour days of shooting and prepare for the abundance of parents, siblings, nephews, cousins and whoever would decide to flit around the holidays this year. Obviously, they spend the first couple of days they’d had off for god knows how long alternating between take-out and games on the couch and making out on the couch, which was, ok, new compared to last year’s holiday. Still, as luck would have it (or more like erratic flight plans) Jensen had to leave two days before Jared would catch his own plane down and was currently in the process of packing anything essential while the younger man stood in the door jamb watching how Jensen rooted and bent and searched for stray socks under the bed. According to tradition, he’d slept in and was late for yet another flight, the cab already honking in front of the house. Flustered, Jensen closed his suitcase after stuffing the last items in the rims and made a run for the door. Two paces before he could open it, Jared caught his wrist and turned his momentum so that he faced the bigger man, who dived in for a quick kiss goodbye. The feeling of domesticated sappiness seeped into them and they held their gazes for a couple of seconds, reading the thought in each others eyes and grinning maniacally at each other, before another honk drove Jensen out of the door.

After seeing Jensen off, Jared turned around and walked into the kitchen were he absently tended to the dogs thinking about how that relationship-thing they had going seemed to be going rather well, but there was still the issue of physical intimacy that went beyond a certain level to be addressed, or better the lack of it. He was content to take it slow and not press on anything, but the lure of some real action wasn’t getting any less appealing, especially since it should be included in a fully functioning relationship of a couple of young, energetic males in their prime. If he was old-fashioned that way? So sue him.

Still, he couldn’t believe that he was actually considering Chad’s advice, but now that no one was in the house to catch him at it, the notion of finding out what others thought he and Jensen might be doing spiked a certain morbid curiosity.

So he sat down in front of his laptop and thought about how he was going to find these things, but figured he would try google both their names with fan fiction. And proceeded to gape with open-mouthed disbelieve at having an instant hit of about twenty-five thousand results, because, the fuck? How many people were out there putting ideas together about what could be going on behind their closed bedroom doors?

He clicked the first link that did something terrible to their last names and claimed to be exclusively hitting on the romantic entanglements of their pairing that were purely wishful thinking (yeah right) though it was ok to pair them up with Sam and Dean… and… pray tell how would that work? Then he crunched up his nose and imagined Jensen and Dean in one bedroom and … decided to not go there. He wanted to keep his sanity for a little while longer after all.

He figured he would go first for the shorter ones, but after reading a few first paragraphs about how he and Jensen were caught up in their mutually unreciprocated feelings for each other that hit altogether too close to home, he decided to comb the headers a bit better for information beforehand. Especially the sub-headline titled ‘Warnings’ seemed to call for some looking into, but the problem was all of these things were either abbreviations and/or coded and he really had a hard time figuring out what exactly he was warned of. He quickly found out that AU meant they were obviously anything but actors, ranging from cops to FBI Agents over school teachers and college boys (and wasn’t that a naughty thought), while PWP seemed to have something to do with really nothing happening but sex in every imaginable and impossible situation and position… including the most unlikely props. He should have been grossed out really and shut down his laptop immediately when he hit a bondage section, but it was rather fascinating, kind of like watching a train wreck.

Instead he spent his entire afternoon in front of the screen in an alternating state between flustered, blushing, aroused, horrified… and mostly with one hand over his eyes barely squinting through his fingers, the other pointing at the laptop with utter exasperation.

The one occasion when he stumbled onto something labelled Mpreg and only belatedly realizing what that was actually about made him blink owlishly at first and then brought on the inexplicable urge to yell ‘my balls are mine’ at the unyielding computer.

That was when he actually shut down the laptop and vowed to never ever for a long time venture again into the twisted and turned minds of his fans… even if he HAD learned a few very interesting and valuable tidbits of information.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Jensen lay in a hammock on some tropical beach in front of his bungalow, one leg hanging over the rim, toes digging into the hot sand and enjoyed the feeling of being as far as you could possibly get from Canadian winter weather. It would soon enough catch up with him again and he intended to put the time under the glaring sun to good use (other than getting a spectacular tan that is), which is why the little black notebook lay open across his lap and a pen dangled from his hands. He had never seriously tried his hand at writing, but he couldn’t for the life of him come up with a better idea to resolve that last hurdle. If what came out of it was just utter crap he would blame it on a heat stroke. Still, he pondered and stalled and put together and discarded until he finally set the pen on the paper to write the first sentences before he could changes his mind again, a blush staining his cheeks constantly.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Jared closed the door behind him with an audible click and breathed in the air of home, their home… and promptly wrinkled his nose because it reeked of wet dog right now. Still he felt rested from the holidays and when Jensen turned around a corner in the hallway with a smile brightening on his face at the sight, his spirits lifted even higher. He passed the shorter man by with a quick peck and headed straight for the kitchen, since he hadn’t eaten anything in all of three hours and was starving to death. Jensen followed him to the kitchen watching him prepare and inhale a sandwich before he sauntered over and pulled him down for a proper welcome. He was still amazed about how easily the relationship parts seemed to fall in between the friendship parts, but also determined to get to the next level before this season wrapped. After all, who knew what would happen afterwards, as they still hadn’t gotten the ok for a fifth one. Filming was to start in two days time and he wanted to make the best of it. In his enthusiasm, he barely noticed jostling the little black notebook that lay on the counter top until it fell to the floor with a dull thud. He went to pick it up, but Jensen dove in before he could even bend in half and held it subtly out of his reach.

“What’s that?”

“Oh nothing, just some notes I’ve been keeping, you know grocery lists, laundry organisation – you’re in this week by the way, I’m not washing all your crumpled socks. You had a good trip?”

Jared felt like nagging against his laundry duty or just not doing it, but last time that had resulted in two weeks in a row of stinky socks and he wouldn’t do that a second time. Absentmindedly he answered: “Yeah, everything’s alright. I’m not even tired yet… let’s watch a game and kill of a couple of beers?”

“Sure tiger, come over here.”

They were making out on the couch in a matter of minutes.

Filming had started a couple of weeks ago and they had just begun to get their rhythms back in tune with their schedules. Jared had a late call while Jensen was already out filming and he’d decided to tidy up a bit, pick up all the dirty laundry and make the bed. When he threw down the comforter however something fluttered and then tumbled to the ground at the end of the bed. He spotted the little black notebook that had made that impromptu entrance at the night of him returning home. He’d seen glimpses of it around and never thought much about it. But now he pondered that the way Jensen had seemed to conveniently get it out of the way whenever he approached should have raised his suspicions earlier as to what exactly Jensen wrote in there. He bit his lip and stared at it lying there open, spine up, not giving away any secrets it might possibly hold. If it was something like a dairy he should pick it up, close in and put it on the bedside table for Jensen to find. It wouldn’t do to read other people’s daily thoughts and innermost desires, but if it landed open and he accidentally turned it around before closing it, that didn’t count, did it? He picked it up and caught a short glance at the page that was covered in familiar writing from top to bottom and sat down on the bed with a literal whoosh.

… he would hold me down with just that amount of strength that would enable me to throw him off easily should I decide to fight back, confident that I wouldn’t. Feeling the softness of the sheets beneath my back and his mouth marking my flesh by gently drawing little pinpoints of blood beneath the surface of my skin…

He turned a few pages to start at another place when something caught his eye.

… my deft fingers mapping out all the muscles on his back, finding the kinks and smoothing them out in the dim light of the early dawn when everything turns soft and fuzzy around the edges through the diffusing light. Getting my say in all those sounds he’s making to show his appreciation for the treatment, before turning unexpectedly, reversing our positions. Letting fingers slide over my chest, grazing those nubs with nails and tongue that make my breath go short and sharp…

Which made his own breath go faster, picturing the scene laid out in front of him, reading on all the while, not stopping until he’d gone from the first page to the very last one.

~*~*~+~*~*~

Both of them were glad to be able to close the door after coming home from another long day of filming. Jared immediately took off claiming to need a shower desperately and Jensen agreed with him on seeing to the dogs feeding routine. He got the mutts satisfied and happy after a little jump and run in the garden and flopped down on the couch when they curled up in their dog beds to get some sleep. He leant his head back on the rim of the couch and debated falling asleep like that. His back would never forgive him however and just then he heard a tumble and thump from above. He blinked a few times and pondered if Jared was just his usual clumsy self or if he should go looking to pick up the pieces. He decided it was probably the former and went looking anyway. Jensen bounded up the stairs and sauntered through Jared’s open bedroom door, noting the steamy air coming from the bathroom and called out to see if everything was alright.

Dean Winchester would have ripped him a new one for that kind of blunder, but he really didn’t anticipate his partner shooting out from behind the door, shoving it closed and him against the wall beside the bed, bodily jamming the breath out of his lungs. His arms got trapped slightly above his head by hands that closed like a vice around his forearms, forcing his elbows bent against the surface. He could feel the powerful body crowding his from behind, obviously naked down to a flimsy towel around the hips, hot dampness seeping into his shirt at the back and equally hot breath fluttering against his ear.

“You devious little shit, you really got some nerve. Flaunting that thing in front of me all this time knowing perfectly well what you were writing about while I was totally oblivious. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”, Jared hissed with a dangerous edge to his voice. “Left it on the bed, for me to find, to come after you, didn’t you?”

He punctuated the last words with another shove, the low dark growl making Jensen’s breath hitch and his heart up the pace another five notches. He couldn’t not challenge that to get Jared all hot and bothered right back.

“What if I did, what are you gonna make me do?”

He flexed the muscles in his arms as if preparing to break free, but didn’t make a move. Jared answered first by scraping his teeth lightly in a line from behind his ear down to the juncture of his neck. It made him shudder to the core while one hand slid all the way down his arm snaking under his armpit to the front to splay out over his chest holding him back against the other man easily, the other letting go of him to prop up against the wall level with his eyes. He could turn his head and he would hit the blazing flesh of Jared’s biceps and he did just that, mouthing at the smooth skin, digging his tongue in the grooves. It wrenched a deep groan from the man behind him, a sure tell that he wasn’t as out of control as it looked.

“You’re gonna strip, right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, then it might be called for to let me go.”

He heard a chuckle and felt the hand push him back a little bit more, giving more space to the wall.

“Oh no, you totally stay put and do it like this!”

At that he threw a narrow glance over his shoulder meeting Jared’s eyes for the first time, finding nothing but a deep fired desire and complete sincerity about his query.

He dropped his hands down to tug the hem of his shirt out of his pants, opening the buttons slow one by one upwards. When he reached the spot where Jared’s hand was still firmly resting, the other man moved inside the flaps of his shirt smoothing down the material of the t-shirt underneath, grazing over an already raised nipple and making Jensen curse in his head for putting on so many clothes today. It was a bit ackward getting his arms out of the sleeves, but he managed, Jared going with his movements rubbing at his back in a tantalizing way that made him throw down the shirt and toe off his shoes, naked feet hitting the ground. When his hands bunched up the t-shirt around his abs, the hand wandered down out of the way to his belt buckle which didn’t altogether help the situation very much. Jensen hurried to drag the garment over his head feeling naked skin press against his bare back from behind causing delicious friction between their bodies. His hand fell down on the one at his belt and he let it settle there for a few moments, slowly interlacing their fingers until Jared pull away to drift upwards again, settling at his throat while he made a quick work of his belt and fly. He let his head fall back on the broad shoulder behind when he let his slightly trembling fingers hook into the waistband of his pants and shorts underneath. Pulled them down slowly to his thighs dragging the towel loose and down with his pants when he let them pool around his ankles, stepping out. Jensen let his fingers slide along both the strong arms still holding him, up to grab the tense muscles at the shoulders, canting his hips back in just the tiniest sliver of movement.

“Like that?”

“Yeah.”

The rough edge of that ground out word made Jensen dizzy with the notion of how much this was affecting the other man and how he had wrestled back control without ever being let loose. The thought was cut short when he found himself thrown onto the bed, the familiar weight at his back on him again in the fraction of a second, felt Jared fumble for something behind him and his harsh breath ringing in his ears.

“Fuck, Jen, gonna open you up so good, you gonna let me?”

“Yeah, I’ll let you.. ngh.. anything.”

“Gonna do it right this time…”

“Of course, just.. uh.. get on with it, like NOW.”

“Your wish…”

“…”

“Man, feel so good, can’t…”

“Then don’t..”

“Ah, just..”

“Right there, ag… ohhhhh GOOOOD…”

~*~*~*~+~*~*~*~

The phone rang about three times before a sleepy voice picked up at the other end.

“Yeah?”

“Hi Christian.”

The drawl deep and pronounced.

“Wha… ah, Jen, fuck what… oh, OH…”

“Yeah. Don’t open that package when anyone’s around.”

A click and the call disconnected instantly.

~*~*~*~+~*~*~*~

The phone rang about seven times before a sleepy and decidedly pissed off voice picked up at the other end.

“So help me God, if this is not a fucking emergency I’m gonna…”

“Hi Chad.”

“Oh, what are you… no, let me guess, you did that research…”

“Kinda. You remember when you told me about those certain superpowers?”

“Yeaaah?”

“You were totally wrong there.”

“What! Why?”

“I’m batman.”

~*~*~the end~*~*~

So, this is it. I know some are going to be disappointed that I didn’t make it a full blown sex scene, but I didn’t feel it was appropriate for the purpose. I hope you enjoyed it anyway, and thanks for getting on this crazy ride with me.

Bye,

Cat

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