Life seems rather keen on throwing an occasional curveball in my general direction these days. However, writing. So it can't be all that bad. ;) Also... Where the bloody hell is a bigger pic of Jensen... just wanting to forget. Jensen trembles around him, under him, frantic hands on his skin, hungry lips on every part they can reach as Jared's hold falters and he falls, falls, falls.

Title: Blackguards Disclaimer: All of this happened fictionally, in an alternate universe, between two adults who are both over 18. Also, none you know are belong to us. Warnings: M/M semi-schmoop...both of Jensen's hands reach his flesh, massaging his neck, tender around his shoulder, firm over his abdomen. It feels good, but none of it changes the fact that his right arm's dead.