Jared likes to touch Jensen's scar. Slide his fingers over the silky knotted skin until Jensen shivers with it, cringing away from the touch. He knows the story, of course. A tree-climbing accident when Jensen was a teenager left the ten inch long reminder along the curve of Jensen's hipbone straining down towards his thigh, but Jensen doesn't like to talk about it.

"Stop it," Jensen mumbles sleepily, pushing Jared's hand away from its favorite spot.

"Does it hurt?" Jared asks, snaking his fingers back to the scar, fingertips worrying at the folded skin at the edge of it.

"No." Jensen sounds more awake now, batting Jared's hand away again.

"Then why can't I touch it?"

Jared is aware that he sounds like a child denied his favorite toy, but he wants to know the answer. Jensen though, doesn't seem like he's going to give one, holding on to Jared's wrist to keep him from touching.

"I just don't like it," he finally says, loosening his grip.

Jared presses a kiss against the back of Jensen's neck, content to dose in silence for a minute while he thinks. He never really connected the fact that Jensen prefers sex with the lights off to his scar, but he's starting to wonder if there isn't one.

"I think it's beautiful," Jared says when the tension has seeped out of Jensen's shoulders and the fingers around his wrist goes from holding to resting.

Jensen stiffens again but he doesn't say anything. Jared shifts and pulls on Jensen's shoulder until Jensen rolls over on his back.

"I think you are beautiful," he continues and Jensen smiles faintly, mouth an indistinct curve in the dark.

Jared reaches behind himself and turns the bedside light on, casting a warm glow over the bed. Jensen squints against the sudden light and reaches out for a fold of the sheets pulling it over his groin.

"No," Jared says, reaching down to pull the sheet away again. "I want to see you. All of you."

Jensen licks his lips, but he doesn't say anything. Jared takes Jensen's hands and pulls them up over his head to rest against the headboard.

"Don't move," he orders and Jensen's eyes narrow with his smile.

"Bossy," he remarks, but he doesn't move his arms, keeping his knuckles pressed against the headboard.

Jared pushes himself up on one elbow and puts a hand over Jensen's heart. Jensen's skin is hot to the touch, still slightly damp with perspiration from the sex they had earlier. He slides his hand lower, over the edge of Jensen's rib and the dip of his stomach. Jensen's muscles tenses under his palm, bunching underneath his silky skin.

Jensen's eyes don't leave his face, wide open and trusting, even as a blush grows on his cheekbones. Jared smiles, looking down to where his hand rest over Jensen's belly button. The start of Jensen's treasure trail tickles against his palm, but it's not the trail that draws his eyes, or even the already swelling thickness of Jensen's cock, it's the scar.

Thick and pinkish it stands out against Jensen's fair skin, creating a curious curve along his hip. The skin is raised and rows of whiteish dots mark the fifty three stitches that once pulled the skin together. Jared moves his hand to trace a line from the top of the scar to the very bottom. Jensen shifts slightly and when Jared looks up he's got his bottom lip caught between his teeth, cheeks burning bright red.

"Beautiful," Jared murmurs and Jensen looks up to catch his eyes.

He keeps running his fingers over the scar with his eyes trained on Jensen's face. He follows the raised skin and then tries to locate the dots left by the stitches by touch alone. Jensen's mouth falls open and he starts breathing faster; his eyes slipping shut.

"I like touching it," Jared continues. "I love how it feels under my fingers, but that's not why I love it so much."

He shifts around until he's kneeling between Jensen's parted legs and Jensen looks up briefly to follow his movements. His cock is fully hard now, jutting out from its nest of neatly trimmed hair and curving towards his stomach. Jared's mouth waters at the sight, always eager to have it thick and hard against his tongue, but his attention is still focused on the scar.

"Why do you love it so much?" Jensen chokes out, shifting restlessly, almost pushing the scar against Jared's fingertips.

Jared bends forward until his mouth is hovering above the raised skin, finger slipping down to curve around Jensen's hip.

"Because it's mine," he says, his breath dampening Jensen's skin. "No one else gets to touch it." He presses a kiss against the top of the scar. "No one else even gets to see it." Another kiss. "It's the only part of you that's truly mine."

Jensen moans, his hips twitching upwards. Jared smiles against the scar, slipping his tongue out to press against the pink skin. He closes his eyes, focusing on touch alone as he slowly licks and kisses and nips his way up and down the scar, taking his time to memorize every inch of it until he's not sure where Jensen's scar begins and his tongue ends.

He moves his other upwards, sliding it from Jensen's knee up over his thigh until it comes to rest against Jensen's other hip.

"Please," Jensen begs, voice ragged and raw. "Jared..."

Jared lifts his head and looks up, finding Jensen's eyes trained on him, the tendons in his neck standing out as he struggles to keep his head up.

"I love touching it," Jared murmurs. "Can you see what it does to me?"

Jensen lifts his head higher, looking down between Jared's legs where his cock is jutting out, swollen and already slick with precome.

"Jesus," he gasps, his head flopping back down on the pillow.

Jensen's hips twitch again and another bout of precome joins the puddle forming on his stomach.

"I want to rub my cock all over it until I come," Jared says, voice getting thick with need.

"Yes," Jensen moans. "Please."

Jared had no idea he even wanted it before he said it out loud, but he wastes no time in moving up the bed. He grabs hold of his cock and points it downwards, rubbing the slick head over the lower edge of Jensen's scar, moaning when pleasure reverberates through his body.

"Yeah," Jensen gasps, thrusting up again. "Do it."

Jared shifts around until he's blanketing Jensen with his body, his cock pressed snug against Jensen's hip. He rests his weight on his elbows and knees and starts thrusting slowly, cock sliding easily on a mix of precome and his own saliva. He can feel Jensen's cock brushing against his stomach, but he takes care to angle his thrusts to not put too much pressure on it.

Jensen got his eyes squeezed shut and his balled up fists pressed hard against the headboard. His breath is coming in quick pants, moistening his plush lips. He moans softly with every thrust of Jared's hips, turning his head from side to side.

Jared is already on edge, the bumpy ridge of Jensen's scar rubbing against the sensitive underside of his cock with every thrust. He can't believe Jensen is letting him have this. He starts babbling incoherent nonsense about how hot Jensen is, how beautiful and how much he loves him. Jensen moans in response, opening and closing his fists as if he's longing to touch.

Jared thrust harder against Jensen's hip. The amount of precome dripping from his cock almost makes Jensen's skin too slick, his cock slipping against the scar.

"Please," Jensen begs. "God... Jared... Please..."

Jensen's undulating his hips now, seeking more friction when Jared keeps shying away. His cock is painting wet stripes against Jared's stomach, rock hard and drooling with precome. Jared finally gives in, shifting down to kiss Jensen thus letting Jensen's cock press against his stomach.

"Fuck," Jensen curses, body tensing. "I'm gonna..."

Jared beats him to the finish line with half a second, coming wet and hot over Jensen's scar just before the first pulse of come splatters over his stomach. Jensen's restraint finally breaks and he wraps himself like an octopus around Jared, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Jared's orgasm seems to go on forever, ripping through him in irregular spasms, until he finally collapses on top of Jensen panting hard for breath.

Jensen shoves weakly at him and he rolls over on his side, turning his head to look at Jensen. Jensen looks back, face flushed and eyes wide open.

"Thank you," Jensen whispers, licking his lips. "Just... thank you."

Jared moves his head and presses a kiss against Jensen's slick lip. "No, thank you," he says with a smile when they break apart.

Jensen smiles back and shifts around until he's snuggled up against Jared's side with his head pillowed against Jared's shoulder.

"From now on I think I'll get hard if you as much as look at my hip," Jensen mumbles.

Jared runs his fingers through Jensen's hair, making it stand up in the back.

"I know I will," he says, smiling up at the roof.

End