...about how possessive Jared was being but, right there and then, he was too fucking turned on to think about such things rationally.   Jared was coating his fingers and pushing them into Jensen before he realised what Jared was doing, and he jerked backwards on the sofa in shock, “Fuck Jay!   Oh god.”   “Shh,” Jared whispered soothingly, “I’ll make it good, you’re gonna come...

...in, widening the way, and watching in fascination as Jensen arched his back and panted, gasping heavily, “Fuck!” as Jared’s fingers brushed against a bundle of nerves.   “M’ready,” Jensen murmured against Jared’s neck, as he lifted himself up high enough to allow Jared to position himself underneath him.   Jensen moved his hands down until he could roll the condom on slowly, torturously...

... running the silky strands through his fingers, and smiling softly.   “What?”   Jared asked, a smile playing around the corner of his mouth.   “Nothing, just…thinking,” Jensen replied elusively.   “About good things, right?”   Jared asked quietly.   “About you,” Jensen answered truthfully.   Jared snorted, “So, very good things then.”...

...aspired to.   ~**~   It had been six days.   Six days wondering if Jensen had managed to hold out, of wondering whether he was going crazy from desperation.   Images of Jensen shivering, sick, and alone kept flashing into his mind, but he dispelled them.   There were people there who would help him, he was sure of it.   Jared couldn’t sleep that night, he...

...made you want to start that,” Jared said, working through the steps, figuring it through in his mind, “You weren’t happy, so you started on the heroin…why weren’t you happy?”   Jensen just shook his head, the lump in his throat stopping him from speaking. Even if he could form words, he didn’t know what he’d say.   “Was it…” Jared hesitated, unwilling to broach the...

... sweating and moaning in agony, was unsettling him.   He hated that all this was beyond his control, that he could do nothing, but stand by uselessly.   There were moments where Jensen was awake and lucid, and Jared found himself trying to avoid those, because he had no idea what he could say.   What Jensen wanted him to say, and all the things that he, himself, felt he had...

... pacing the length of the room, “I know where to get it, man!  It’s not like you’re saving me from myself now, or shit.”   Chris was standing up, a half formed plea on his lips, when Jensen’s fist swung and Chris crumpled to the ground. His last thought, as he sank into darkness, a terrified notion of Jensen and the heroin in his bathroom.   The heroin he’d been weaning himself off...

...in the limited space between them.   It was messy and rushed, but it was fucking hot , and both men were sweating, skin glowing deep bronze in the light.     Jared bit down on Jensen’s shoulder, mumbling, “Nnghh…Jensen…m’gonna….”   Jensen squeezed his cock one last time, slipping against Jared’s fist, as he moaned directly into Jared’s ear, his breath sending tingly...

...a finger to wipe it off, like any other person would.   But Jared Padalecki, as it turned out, wasn’t just any other person, because he moved his face closer until it was mere centimetres away from Jensen’s, until he could feel Jared’s breath, hot against his lips.   He didn’t dare move, lest the moment was gone, and so he stayed still, waiting, hoping that Jared would take the initiative...

...along the corner’s of his lips, cleaning away the chocolate still remaining there. � Jared’s tongue moved over his top lip, hot and wet against him, and he shut his eyes, revelling in the sensation. � Then, torturously slowly, Jared’s lips pressed against his, and Jensen immediately plunged into the kiss, moving his lips against Jared’s, and letting a moan slip through his parted lips.� Jared took...