In the last few weeks Jensen Ackles has learned quite a few things that make up the quirks that equal one Jared Tristan Padalecki. One thing in particular that has really gotten his attention is just how damn ticklish and open to sensation Jared's body is.

He never would have guessed that Jared is so ticklish, not with all the stunts and fight scenes that they've done on the show. Besides Jared is a very tactile person, all touchy feely, but Jared is very susceptible to tickling, and the noises he makes and all the writhing is a definite turn on for Jensen…

Which is why Jensen has a plan. A plan that is put into action effective immediately.

And besides he still has to get Jared back for making him come in his pants like a fucking kid. He owes him big, two times over.

He has everything, although the trip to ye merry ol' sex shoppe was an adventure in and of itself, and one Jensen hopes he won't have to repeat for a very long time, which is why he cleaned out the shelves upon shelves of lubricant, especially the blueberry and apple flavors, not to mention the butter scotch and cherry flavors, because it's always good to have a variety.

He gives his bedroom one final glance over, nods in satisfaction, and runs a hand over his shirt to smooth it, and takes a deep breath only to choke it out at the sound of a familiar knock on the door to his apartment before the door is thrown open. Damn, Jared has arrived. He is on time for once.

He rolls his shoulders and neck, and then steps out of his bedroom, closes the door behind him, and heads down the hall to meet Jared. First they'll eat, he'll get a few beers and maybe a couple of shots of some good liquor into an unsuspecting Padalecki, and then the real fun will begin…

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With a snort and a groan consciousness seeps slowly into his body, and the mattress beneath him feels familiar, but it isn't his, and he tries first to stretch his arms, but finds that they are already stretched, and then he tries to retract them, but finds that he can't. His arms are tied up.

His eyes fly open, as he's now fully sober, and he tries to kick out, but his ankles are tied up too. He looks wildly around the room, jerking against the ropes that are holding him captive in Jensen's bed. He shifts his gaze to his right, and there is the very devil himself, a smirk lighting across those full lips, and those green eyes dark with intent.

Jensen is straddling the back of a wooden chair, his chin resting on the top wooden bar, just watching him, and Jared wonders how long Jensen has been in that chair, watching, waiting.

"What the fuck, man?" Jared snaps.

Jensen lets a chuckle slip. "I still owe you, Padalecki. It seems you made me come in my pants, twice, like some naïve inexperienced kid. Now, I ask you Jared," he says as he slips off the chair, and stands up, his head cocked to the side and a single eyebrow lifted in challenge. "Do I look like some inexperienced kid?"

Jared swallows and wonders where this is headed. Maybe he really doesn't know Jensen all that well and he's pushed his luck way too far. Jensen looks pretty damn dangerous right now, fully clothed in a black button up shirt and dark blue jeans, save that his feet are bare, and Jared is tied up, unable to slip out of the knots Jen's tied, and he's naked and pretty much defenseless and unsure of that gleam in his co-star's eyes.

Jensen runs his tongue across his lips, and Jared's dick twitches and stirs at the sight.

"Keep moving around like that and the rope will start to chafe and burn," Jen says, just as much teasing as there is warning in his words.

"Seriously, Jensen, this is kinda creepy. What's goin' on?" Jared asks, and his voice has taken on a squeaky quality, and that smirk that Jensen is wearing is really starting to worry Jared now.

He watches as Jensen's chest ripples with a chuckle, and Jensen crosses the room, rummages in the second drawer in his dresser, and then Jensen turns around and he's holding… a weird handle thing with leather strips hanging from the end of it and a…long pink and black feather duster? What the fuck?

Jared is seriously convinced that Jensen has lost it. Maybe the next time he sees Kripke he could ask him to lower the intensity of the workload for Jensen until Jensen gets his head back on straight.

Jensen walks toward the bed, his gait predatory, his gaze burning along Jared's flesh, and making him tremble. Jensen stops at the foot of the bed. He tosses the handle with the leather strips on the bed, one of the strips lands softly on Jared's hip and slides down teasingly.

"That is a flogger," Jensen says. "I'll get around to playing with that later. For now…" Jensen pauses for some dramatic effect and gives the feather duster thing an experimental flick before continuing, "Well, I thought I would start with the tickler."

Jared's eyes widen and his body freezes as he stares at Jensen armed with the black and pink feather thing, that isn't a duster, but a tickler. His breathing grows deeper as he realizes just how fucked he truly is, and it's not exactly in the good way.

He swallows thickly as the mattress dips beneath the weight of Jensen's knee and his eyes narrow on the nefarious feathery weapon that Jensen brandishes and he shakily asks, "Um… Jen, why… Why exactly is it called a tickler?"

Jensen smirks as he crawls up Jared's body, and then he leans down, his lips brushing Jared's left ear as he huskily whispers, "I think it's better if I show you, Jay."

Jensen pulls back, and he's straddling Jared, his knees one either side of Jared's narrow hips, and Jared can feel the weight of Jensen's erection through the damn jeans that Jensen still has on, and the cotton denim is sickeningly rough and teasing along the sensitive skin of his thighs and hips, so much so that it's obscene.

Slowly Jensen brings down tickler, the soft, silky tips of the feather's barely tracing along Jared's neck and across his shoulder, and Jared jerks, turns his face away and bites down hard on his lip, his eyes squeezed shut as his body trembles, and his skin crawls and sparks with the sensation.

He strains against the ropes holding him captive to Jensen's bed, but damn if Jensen's knot tying skills are top notch. Jensen pulls the tickler back, and waits until Jared settles down again, and Jared turns and eyes him warily, and then Jensen draws the feathery thing down his chest and Jared's body jolts again, his back arching, and Jensen jostles the feathers of the tickler along Jared's ribs, and Jared's body quivers as he squirms, wiggles, and throws his head back, his loud, braying laughter filling the room until he's gasping and wheezing to catch his breath and finally Jensen shows a little mercy and lets up with the damn feathery weapon of doom, as Jared has labeled the dreaded tickler.

Jensen rocks his jean-clad erection against Jared's hips, creating rough friction against Jared's aching, hard cock. Jared lets out a groan and pulls up against the ropes, only to fall back in disappointment.

He fixes Jensen with an annoyed look, and then his eyes widen in fear at the arch of Jensen's right brow, and he knows he's in deep shit as Jensen reaches for the handle thing with the strips he'd thrown on the bed earlier. Hadn't he called that thing a flogger?

Jensen lifts up, his thighs flexing, and Jared whines at the lack of friction against his cock now. Jensen puts the flogger down on Jared's stomach, unbuttons and pulls his shirt off, and Jared lets out a small noise of appreciation as Jensen tosses the offending shirt to the floor, but Jared grows silent when Jensen reaches for the flogger again. That flogger thingy can only mean one thing, trouble with a capital T the size of Texas.

Jared shivers as Jensen traces up his stomach with the cowhide strips hanging from the handle of the flogger. The leather smooth in some places, and rough and catching in others. Jensen's eyes darken and his tongue darts across his lips, and Jared's breath grows shallow, and he wonders when this game will be over and they can get right down to the fucking.

Jensen has other plans, and Jared goes still at the gleam of evil in Jensen's green eyes. He swallows quickly and then his body jolts as he feels the lashing sting across his left ribs. He is stunned as he looks up at Jensen.

Jensen bends down, and leaning over Jared he traces the red marks that the tails of the flogger have left behind on Jared's smooth skin with his tongue. Jared quivers beneath him, and Jensen strikes him on the right side with the flogger and Jared goes still again and then he's shifting, and Jensen pulls back.

"This is my punishment for you. You enjoy it when I say you do," Jensen says, a growl coloring his voice.

"Is that why you're still half dressed?" Jared says and winces as Jensen's eyes narrow on him.

"Careful, Jay. I've got a gag, and I'm not afraid to use it."

"A…gag?" Jared squeaks out and Jensen chuckles before he leans back down, his chest against the slick, warmth of Jared's chest, and he manages to silence Jared with his lips, tongue and teeth.

He's brutal with the kiss, because he is in control, and Jared is going to damn well learn exactly what that means.

He pulls back and slips off of the bed. He can feel Jared's eyes following him as he walks back to his dresser. He calmly walks back with a bottle of lubricant and condoms. He puts the lubricant and condoms down on the mattress, and then he slips out of his jeans, taking his boxers down with them in one simple sweep down his legs.

He crawls back up the bed, his hand wrapping around Jared's aching dick, his thumb sweeping over the head, and smearing the pre-cum around the tip. Jared lets out a throaty whine and arches up, pulling valiantly at the restraints. He's definitely going to have rope burn tomorrow.

Jensen lowers his head, his tongue swiping across the tip of Jared's cock, and then he pulls back, licks his lips, and begins to take Jared into his mouth, but Jared gets a little eager. Jensen chuckles and Jared squirms at the sensation against his dick, and then his stiffens, literally freezes at the sharp sting that explodes against his lower stomach and left hip.

He gulps and concentrates on not moving when he can help it, and Jensen smiles around Jared's cock in victory.

As Jared gets closer to coming, Jensen pulls back, slips up Jared's body, bends down, his lips slipping and caressing across Jared's left ear as he huskily whispers, "You're not gonna come unless I'm buried balls deep in you. So how bad you wanna come, Jay?"

"Please…" Jared manages, his voice on the verge of cracking like he's reliving puberty, and for a moment he might actually hate Jensen, because this is humiliating and he's desperate, and Jared is never desperate. He's happy, he's jolly, giddy, jumpy, but desperate just does NOT factor in. At all.

He lets out a sigh of relief as Jensen pulls back and he hears the sound of the foil package of a condom being torn open, and then the squirting of the bottle of lube. He jumps and nearly comes undone at the feel of Jensen's finger wiggling into his opening. He throws his head back, the muscles in his neck straining, until Jensen is licking and nipping at his right nipple and telling him to relax.

Slowly Jared relaxes, and Jensen wastes no time in preparing him. It's a quick and sloppy prep, but it will do as Jensen manages a third finger and Jared growls, "Just fuck me, Jen. Now, dammit, right the fuck now."

Jensen quickly coats his condom-covered cock in a generous amount of the lubricant, and then he's back between Jared's thighs, pulling those amazing ass cheeks apart, and he's pushing inside, slowly.

"Christ, Jay… So tight, man," he grinds out, as he pushes all the way inside of Jared.

Jared grunts, and shifts down. Jensen begins to pull out and then he's slamming back into Jared roughly. Jared only minds until Jensen's hand closes around his cock, and then Jensen is jacking him off in time with his thrusts. Jensen rolls his hips and thrusts into Jared like a man possessed, in and out, rough, but with finesse, and Jared doesn't know how Jensen manages it, but it's incredible and Jensen keeps hitting this spot inside of him that makes him see stars.

He feels it building inside of him, a tingle at the base of his spine that is shooting sparks of electricity throughout his body, and never has sex been like this before.

He cries out at his cock twitches in Jensen's tight grip, and then he's coming all over his stomach and Jensen's, and Jensen's hips move more frantically inside, and Jared honestly thinks he is going to fly apart with all of this sensory overload, until Jensen freezes, and his back arches. Jensen's neck is straining, and some unidentifiable roar escapes him as he comes, and Jared is sure that he's never seen anything more incredible in his life, and Jensen's hips are rocking and bucking against his ass.

Finally Jensen slumps forward, his chest heaving while he tries to catch his breath. Both of their bodies are covered with a salty-sweet sheen of sweat, their stomachs coated with Jared's come. Jensen slips out of him, pulls off the condom, ties it off, and tosses it in the general direction of the wastebasket.

Jensen then leans forward and unties the knots that have held Jared's wrists captive. He then moves lower and frees Jared's ankles. Jared rubs at his wrists to get the feeling and circulation going back in them, and when their gazes meet, Jensen swallows nervously, like maybe he's wondering if he's gone too far.

Jared reaches out, one huge hand gripping Jensen's shoulder and Jensen looks up, and their gazes lock. "That was… Hell, I don't even have the words."

Jensen chuckles. "That would be a first, Padalecki."

Jared snorts. "Yeah. Guess we've gone from sucking on toes, palm reading, hand jobs, and blowjobs, to out right fucking. So does that mean I'm gay?"

Jensen actually chokes, and then he shakes his head with a laugh. "You're only gay for me, Jared. Christ, how'd it get this far?"

"I don't know," Jared says with a shrug as he pulls Jensen down on top of him, kicks the toys and bottle of lube out of the bed and pulls the sheets up around them. "Last I remember is passing out on the couch. How you managed to get me naked and tied up in your bed, I don't know. It wasn't a half bad way to wake up though."

"So, we're still cool? We can still hang out and be friends, and this doesn't change things?" Jensen asks, his voice carrying the weight of the world in it.

Jared runs his fingers through his hair as he looks at Jensen. "I'm not gonna lie, Jen. This changes everything. Hell, that was the most incredible sex I've ever experienced. Are you still my best friend? Hell yeah, but things are different."

Jensen deflates a little and then Jared shakes his head, before he grabs Jensen and pulls him in for a kiss. Jared's tongue slips into Jensen's mouth, and he doesn't pull back until he's sure that he's swept away all of Jensen's fears and doubts, at least for now.

When he pulls back and sees the look in Jensen's eyes, he knows this is only the beginning of many more things to come. He doesn't have a name or label or term for what he and Jensen have right now, but he likes the direction it's headed, and he'll stick around for the ride. Because this ride is obviously not something he wants to miss out on.

He gives a little jerk at the sensation of something warm and wet against the raw, red marks on his wrists and then relaxes as Jensen continues to lick at the angry skin with the beginnings of what promises to be really bad rope burn.

"I've got some aloe in the medicine cabinet that might help," Jensen says, his voice soft, apologetic, and on the edge of sleep.

Jared shakes his head. "It can wait till morning. Right now I'm beat. So, settle your ass down and lets get some sleep."

Jensen's lips twitch into a smile and he settles down next to Jared, and Jared slips his arm around him, pulls him closer, and their legs tangle, like little kids sharing a bed and a secret during a sleep over as they drift off into sleep.