Jared closed his eyes and mentally braced himself. He let his breath out slowly and then raised his hand to knock, but before his knuckles even brushed against the door it was being pulled open and he was left facing an evilly grinning and expectant Michael Rosenbaum.

"Anything I can help you with Padalecki, or were you just admiring the amazing craftsmanship of my front door?" he asked, his grin widening to show more teeth, which was a sign that predicted more evil to come.

Jared cleared his throat and then fingered his non-existent collar as Mike shook his head and told him to get his ass inside before he froze. Jared gave a nod and stepped inside of Mike's house and looked around. The pristine neatness was a complete contrast to the man that lived there.

"Well?" Mike prompted.

Jared fidgeted, moved back and forth, shifting his weight from foot to foot before he finally said, "I'm having someone over tonight, and I'm planning to cook a really special dinner, and I needed some advice on what kind of wine I needed, okay? Look I'm a Texas boy, we generally shoot it, fry it up, and wash it down with a beer."

Mike burst out laughing. "Wow man, you're something else. Yeah I can help ya out, and it's good to hear you're getting back into the dating game. It's been what four months since you and Sandy called it quits right?"

Jared nodded, and winced when Mike slapped him on the back. "Good. Nothing like hopping back into the saddle. Or are you just trying to get laid, man?"

Jared had the good graces to blush. "Okay, I'll take it easy with the questions. So what are you planning on cooking?"

"I was thinking pasta," Jared said.

"Good choice, now is it gonna have chicken in it or beef?" Mike asked.

"Beef, and why would that matter?" Jared asked in confusion.

Mike rolled his eyes. "Damn, and you play the sophisticated brother on that show you and Ackles do. With chicken you want a little bit of bite with your wine, a bit of sour to soften the chicken. That's why a lot of restaurants sauté chicken in lemon juice. Now with beef you want something sweet and rich to deepen and smooth out the flavor. If you're planning on a spaghetti night go with a merlot, I'd say in your case start young, try a bottle from the early nineties, maybe '91, a nice California vineyard."

"Okay, and where would I go to find a bottle?"

"Oh hell, Padalecki, just ask. I've got a wine cellar for Christ sakes. Right through the kitchen, the door next to the fridge. Knock yourself out, but if you break one of my old bottles I'm kicking your ass. Now shoo," Mike said, making a shooing gesture with his hands, and Jared headed to Mike's kitchen, then down into the cellar, careful to turn the light on, because cellars had always sort of freaked him out.

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Jensen wiped his hands on the thighs of his tight fitting jeans and looked up when Mike answered the door. Mike looked Jensen up and down and cocked his head.

"Jenny, what cosmic event short of the God forbidden apocalypse brings you to my humble abode?"

"Always did say you were full of modesty," Jen replies with a grimace and then rolls his eyes. "Actually I'm lookin' for Tommy, you seen him? Had a favor to ask him, and he's always over here when he ain't home, and hey, why's Jay's truck parked a couple blocks down the road?"

Mike shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine, Ackles. Tommy's not around, but your man Jay is downstairs. He swung by to get some advice on what wine to serve his hot date tonight. The boy's clueless. Go down there and help him pick out a good wine to go with his little spaghetti night. I just don't have the patience to explain the finer points of quality wine to a good ol' Texas boy. Hell, you're from Texas, you speak Texan, need I go on?"

Jensen clapped him on the shoulder and shook his head. "Naw man, I think I got it from here."

Jensen headed straight for Mike's wine cellar, and Mike grinned as he picked up his phone and dialed Tom Welling's cell phone, inviting him over to hang out and pay up on a bet.

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He let out a sigh of frustration, as he looked at the dusty bottles in the wine rack. He picked one at random. A merlot from '94. He nodded; it was a bottle to consider. He held it up to his face to get a better look at the label when he was suddenly spun around, and lips began to devour his mouth.

His arm holding the bottle came crashing down, the bottle smashing against the wine rack and a sliver of dark green glass cut deep into his palm. He hissed in pain, and used his other arm to shove his assailant away, and his eyes widened as he realized who it was who'd manhandled him against Mike's wine rack.

"Shit, Jay, man, I'm sorry," Jensen said, as he reached for Jared's injured hand and pulled out the long sliver of green glass.

Jared grimaced and bit his lower lip to keep quiet. Jensen brought Jared's enormous hand up to his face for further inspection. Blood bubbled up from the wound and dripped down Jared's palm, down his wrist and to the floor.

Jared nearly jumped when he felt something wet trace up his wrist and along the cut on his palm. His eyes widened when Jensen looked up, his lips stained red from Jared's blood, his eyes dark and lust blown.

"Coppery, and not as sweet as I would have expected considering all that damn junk food you eat," Jensen replied, and Jared's stomach clenched and his breath hitched in his throat, as Jensen bent down for another lick.

Jensen's tongue lapped and flickered across the wound, and Jared moaned, a shiver racing up his spine, his knees threatening to abandon him, and his cock suddenly at full attention.

"You like that, Jay?" Jensen said, a gleam in his eye as his gaze locked with Jared's, and his blood stained mouth worked into that 'devil may care' grin that always made Jared's stomach flutter.

"I…" Jared began and ended with a stuttered breath as Jensen's free hand cupped the erection bulging against his jeans, and ended with, "Christ, Jen."

"Ain't like you not to have somethin' to say, Jared," Jensen crooned, and stepped closer, until his body was pressed against Jared and then he leaned up, his blood stained lips moving over Jared's open mouth, and Jared's tongue met his and he could taste his blood, some of the wine, and something altogether Jensen in the kiss, and he groaned.

Jared's free hand rose to the back of Jensen's head, holding him firm in the kiss, and he only pulled back a little, tilting his head so that their foreheads touched and their short breaths mingled. Jensen pressed his left hand to Jared's injured right and locked his fingers through Jared's.

"This could be us, Jared. You bleed for me and I bleed for you," Jensen whispered, his voice throaty and deep, his long lashes fluttering and tangling with Jared's. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to bleed for you, that this isn't some game and we can make it work. Fuck the cameras, the rumors, the rest of the world. Just this, right here, right now, you and me, man. You and me."

"God, Jen," Jared let out in a shuddering breath, bringing his hand up to Jensen's face.

Jensen pulled his left hand free from Jared's injured right hand, and then took his right wrist, lifted it to his face and smeared Jared's blood down his cheek, and then took a bloody finger into his mouth, sucking and licking it clean, and Jared moaned long and deep.

"Taste so fucking good, so real, Jay. Don't know how bad I want you," Jensen rasped as he pulled away from Jared's finger and bent down, eye level with Jared's straining erection.

Jared swallowed thickly, but was surprised when he heard the sharp hiss, that was not his zipper being pulled down. He looked down and his eyes widened as he saw the broken shard of glass in Jensen's right hand and the deep gash in his left palm, and then Jensen rose to his feet and dropped the glass. He brought his bloody hand up to Jared's cheek and kissed him hard enough to bruise. As he pulled back he whispered huskily, "You bleed for me, I bleed for you."

Jensen's hands trailed down Jared's sweater, blood staining it in patches, and then his hands slid beneath Jared's sweater, gliding it up his stomach, warm, sticky blood causing Jensen's hands to slip-slide against Jared's flesh, and Jared pulled his sweater off. He put his height to good use and began crowding Jensen to a spot against the wall of the cellar, the glass of the broken bottle of wine crunching beneath their boots.

Jensen pulled up his shirt and let it fall to the floor, and then he was pressed between a cool, concrete wall and a very warm Jared Padalecki. All in all, not a bad place to be.

Jared trailed his injured hand down Jensen's throat, the dried blood catching and causing the wound to reopen, staining Jensen's freckled skin, as that hand slid, warm and wet and sticky down his throat, across his chest, down his abdomen until it held his hip in an almost bruising grip and Jared's tongue followed the trail of fresh blood, licking his blood from Jensen's skin with a groan. Jensen shuddered at the sensation and let his head fall back and roll against the concrete wall, a moan escaping his throat.

At the sound of the button and zipper of his jeans being undone, Jensen dropped his head forward, his chin resting against his chest as his eyes fluttered open and locked with hazel. Jared's huge, injured hand wrapped around his aching cock, and his tongue flickered across the head, and Jensen's body trembled as his fingers tangled into Jared's hair, and that beautiful mouth engulfed him, tongue discovering that really sensitive bundle of nerves beneath the head and tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft.

"Christ, Jay," Jen hissed, his fingers tightening in Jared's hair, his injured left hand bleeding and Jared's hair clumping wetly from the blood.

Jared ended up holding Jensen's hips firm to keep him from bucking too much. Jensen whined and groaned, words incoherent as they just spilled from his parted lips while Jared's mouth came down again and again on his aching hard on, cheeks hollowed out from the sucking and his tongue flickering along the shaft and flicking against the slit in the head of Jensen's cock, and his left hand fondling Jensen's balls, massaging gently while his right hand held Jen's hip in a bruising grip.

When he felt the tension building in Jensen, he smiled around the cock in his mouth and double his efforts, tears rose to his eyes as Jensen's grip tightened that much more in his hair, and then Jensen was coming, in blazing spurts, down his throat, and Jared swallowed, reflexively at first, and then he just went with it. The taste bitter, but nothing worse than that shitty, dark beer Jensen was so fond of.

Jensen's breathing was ragged when Jared pulled away and then shifted, his body long and firm, pressed against Jensen, and Jensen could feel Jared's hard on against his thigh, straining against the denim of Jared's jeans. His eyes locked with Jared's for a brief moment and then Jared's mouth was on his, bruising, branding, tasting of him, and he couldn't get enough of it as his tongue swept into Jared's mouth and Jared nipped it playfully before swiping it with his own tongue.

Hot, wet and messy, just how Jensen liked his kisses.

It wasn't long before Jared had Jensen bent over a crate in Michael Rosenbaum's wine cellar. His large hand rubbing against Jensen's ass, then spreading Jensen's cheeks, while Jensen worked Jared's right fingers in his mouth, tasting the rust of blood and slicking up those fingers enough to prepare him for Jared. Jared gave a groan that would make a seasoned porn star envious and Jensen's cock gave a little jerk and started to come alive again, and he moaned against Jared's fingers when he felt Jared rubbing against his ass.

Jared pulled his fingers from Jensen's mouth with a little pop and then Jensen jerked forward as he felt one of those huge fingers pressing against him, entering him up to the first knuckle with a slight burn. Jared worked Jensen open as quickly as possible and soon he's scissoring two fingers inside of Jensen and hitting his prostate, and Jensen's no longer gritting his teeth. He's leaning into Jared's fingers, and groaning, panting, begging for more, and Jared's only too willing to give it to him.

Jensen let out a muffled grunt when he felt Jared at his entrance, slowly sliding in, a little dry, but damn, he could take it. He could take it all if it meant that this was real and Jared was here and really doing this.

Jared's hips worked against him like a piston, pumping in and out, and he braced his hands on the crate, fingers curling at the edges, and he absently hoped that he wouldn't get any splinters in the wound on his left palm. A low keening escaped his throat when Jared's right hand wrapped around his hardening cock, stroking him in time with Jared's thrusts. The drying blood on Jared's palm causing his hand to stick a little to Jensen's cock, which was creating more friction.

"God, so tight, Jen," Jared grunted, and Jensen hummed as Jared's hand tightened that much more around his dick.

Jared curled his body up against Jensen's, his thrusts growing quicker, deeper, harder, and his teeth bit down into Jensen's collarbone as he felt the tingle at the base of his spine and the tightening of his balls. Jensen threw his head back, incoherent except for his ragged breathing as Jared hit his prostate and then came, shooting load after load buried deep within Jensen.

Jensen let his head fall forward as he trembled with his second orgasm, come covering Jared's hand.

It was a few minutes before Jared got his bearings back and then he was pulling back and out of Jensen, and Jensen turned around shakily, before he reached out, his hand slipping into Jared's too long hair that he loved, and pulling him down into a slow, lazy kiss.

When they drew apart they began to dress, every now and then glancing at one another with little smiles, and winks. Jensen drew up to Jared and knocked his shoulder against the taller man's and said, "You didn't have to go through all this trouble for spaghetti night. I'm a sure thing, Jay. I've just been waitin' on you to make your move, man. I'd have been happy with a bottle of beer and some good comp'ny."

Jared shook his head and then looked down at his sweater. "Dude, you ruined my sweater."

Jensen shrugged. "So I'll get you another one. What do you say to us going upstairs, cleaning up in Rosey's bathroom, and then going to your place for a little dinner and a lot of dessert?"

Jared beamed and nodded. "Sounds great."

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Mike had a huge grin on his face as he pulled open his door and Tom stood there, looking at him with a suspicious expression on his face, and then glanced back over his shoulder at Jensen's car.

"Is that Jen's car in your driveway, Mike?"

"Yeah, and looks like you owe me fifty bucks and the new spare key to Allie's trailer," Mike replied with a grin full of teeth and evil.

Tom's eyes widened. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Before Mike could answer, Jared and Jensen walked out of Mike's kitchen. Their movements were languid and they were covered in dried blood and wreaked of sex. Tom's eyes widened, and Mike chuckled as he shook his head and said, "About damn time boys, now Tommy pay up!"

End.