So Jensen has a thing for Jared's nose. It's a very pretty nose and maybe, just maybe, a little on the big side but, hey, everything about Jared is a little bit on the big side, so that is quite all right.

Sometimes Jensen finds himself just staring at Jared's nose, at the royal straightness of the bone, never broken - you can tell - and the flare of the wings. It really is a very pretty nose. Jared pokes fun at him for his staring and say things like are you thinking about my lips wrapped around your cock again? and Jensen almost, but not quite, answers: No, but I'm thinking about you rubbing your nose all over it.

It's not something you just blurt out and say; there are, like, no words that will make it sound like a sane thing to ask for. And even though Jensen knows Jared loves him, and even though he ends almost every night with being speared on the elephant-sized appendage Jared calls cock, he still can't think of a way to ask for it.

Jared thinks Jensen has a thing for his mouth and he is very nice about it giving Jensen many, many opportunities to perv over said mouth. Jensen doesn't quite know how to explain that it isn't the fact that Jared bites down on his shoulder that makes him come like a freight train, it's the feel of Jared's ridiculously hot nose brushing against his neck.

Sometimes in the afterglow, Jensen will prop himself up on his elbow and just watch Jared, tracing his fingers over Jared's face, shivering slightly whenever his fingers brush the tip of Jared's nose. Jared will give him soft looks, the kind made of pure goo, and pull him down for a kiss and when their noses brush, Jensen will initiate round two.

When Jensen is really, really turned on and more than a little drunk, he will initiate make out sessions, because when he's drunk Jared will excuse him from being sloppy, and only giggle in a manly way when Jensen kisses his nose instead of his mouth. Jensen almost always comes in his pants before they even get to the pawing part.

Of course, Jensen was never really as good at keeping secrets as he thinks he is, which is the sole reason Jared and Jensen have been fucking for close to two years now. If Jensen had been better at keeping secrets, Jared would never have figured out Jensen was in love with him and he wouldn't have kissed him that first time. So it shouldn't come as a surprise, really, that Jared found him out.

"So," Jared says one day in between long, lazy kisses. It's Sunday morning and they have nowhere to be but in bed. "How long have you had a thing for my nose?"

Jensen swallows and his eyes flutter open to look at Jared. "I don't know what you're talking about," he tries, because that usually works. Not.

"You have a thing," Jared says carefully, "for my nose."

Jensen blushes and looks the other way. "Do not. That would be, like… weird."

Jared chuckles and turns Jensen's head back to face him. "I don't mind," he says and Jensen goes cross-eyed trying to focus both his eyes on Jared's nose.

Jared laughs out loud this time and gives Jensen a soft, nipping kiss. "You can do whatever you want to it. I don't mind."

Jensen draws a shuddering breath, desire pulsing hot and heavy through his body. He presses Jared down on his back and slides on top of him. At first he's not really sure what he wants, because Jesus, he wants everything, but then he settles on a course of action.

For this first time, he better make it good for Jared, too. The next time, or like, for his birthday, he can self indulgently rub his cock all over Jared's nose until he comes - which, all things considered, probably won't take long since the mere thought of it has his balls pulling up.

He gropes around the bed until he finds the lube he knows they left there sometime last night, or maybe early morning, slathering a generous amount over Jared's already rock hard cock and his own, still tender, hole. He positions himself and slides down in one long move that has them both groaning. No matter how much he loves Jared's nose, there is no denying that being stretched open by something that feels like three feet of Padalecki cock feels goddamned good.

He pulls Jared up against him, and with some groaning and gratuitous rocking, they manage to change position so that they are sitting up, Jared's legs stretched out before him and Jensen's curled around Jared's back. There are many advantages to fucking like this, and one of them is that Jensen perching on Jared's lap puts them virtually face-to-face.

Jared's smiling at him as he reaches down to cup Jensen's ass, spreading him impossibly wider. Jensen makes an undignified little sound and winds his arms around Jared's neck, keeping his eyes on his ultimate target: Jared's nose.

He starts out easy, rocking on Jared's cock while he mouths miniature kisses all over Jared's face, but especially the area around his nose. A secret thrill goes through him every time his lips brush one of the wings or the slightly flared tip.

Jared's breathing harshly against his neck, doing his best to thrust up even though the position makes it virtually impossible, using his hands instead to pull Jensen down on his cock, making appreciative little noises.

Jensen closes his eyes and finally gives in to the allure of Jared's nose, tracing his tongue all the way from Jared's forehead down to his panting mouth and then up again, tiny keening noises escaping him, even though he's trying to hold them back.

His cock is pounding hot and heavy against his stomach, his ass is stretched wide around Jared's admittedly amazing cock, and all he can think of is the feel of Jared's nose under his lips. There's a slight bump at the back of it, you can hardly see it unless Jared is turning his head in profile, but Jensen can feel it with his tongue.

He makes an embarrassing little noise, his cock leaking precome against Jared's stomach, and he just rubs that bump, over and over with his tongue. Jared is making a whole lot of noise, too, doing his best to hump Jensen's ass, so maybe he likes having his perfect nose tongued.

Jensen bites down slightly at the tip, which makes Jared throw his head back with a groan, and the second Jensen's tongue slides over Jared's nostrils, he comes. He breathes his moan of completion into Jared's nose, quivering and coming and shaking all over, giving up all pretence and just rubbing his face all over Jared's nose.

Jared comes moments later, groaning against Jensen's skin and pumping Jensen's ass full with his come. They fall over in an ungraceful tangle of limbs and Jensen nuzzles his face against Jared's.

"I love you," he murmurs, because Jared is, like, the best boyfriend ever, for letting Jensen perv all over his nose.

"Mmhmmm," Jared answers. "Love you, too."

He taps his fingers against Jensen's ass and breathes into his mouth for a few moments.

"Jen?"

"Yeah."

"Did I ever tell you I have a thing for your feet?"

"Pervert," Jensen answers, but he's grinning against Jared's mouth. Maybe he hasn't been the only one keeping secrets.

The End.