Twenty-seven bones wrapped in lean muscle encased with skin, fingers gliding over strings, ghosting skin. Most people overlook the hands, and the hands can do so much; a gesture, a touch, hell even a pinch.

Jensen Ackles is not most people, and Jared Padalecki has the most incredible hands he's ever laid eyes on, and since his feet were up for grabs not too long ago, Jared's hands are fair game now. Kripke has finally called cut and the last shot is done, so they are free for the weekend, only to be overworked again on Monday.

All day through shooting Jensen's thoughts have traced back to their last days off, getting to know Jared more intimately than he'd thought possible, and Jared's in his space tactile nature finally made a little more sense, all of those little touches, nudges, crowding him. Yes, Jared does that to most people, but he's never as aggressive about it with others as he is with Jensen.

Jensen looks up with a start as he realizes that Jared is speaking, words accompanying the vast, sweeping gestures of those amazingly large, soft, tender hands. Jensen shivers at the thoughts of what those hands can do, and what he can do to them.

"So I was thinking we could just crack open a six pack at my place and watch some TV. Maybe catch a rerun of a game or I could put in a movie. I got some left over Chinese or we could get take out on the way home," Jared says and then cocks his head to the side and focuses, his hand reaching out and taking Jensen's shoulder, fingers brushing along the sensitive flesh where Jensen's neck meets shoulder, and a bolt of electricity shoots up Jensen's spine and hotwires his mind straight to the best porn network he's ever known, his imagination.

"Jen. Hey? You all right?" Jared asks, and those huge, delectable hands are waving in Jensen's face, and Jensen's tongue slips across his bottom lip, and suddenly he's hungry. This look but don't touch, touch but don't taste thing he's internally battling with is tearing him apart because he wants to ravish Jared. No. He wants to ravish Jared's hands, debauch them, make them dirty with his devious intentions.

Jensen gives his head a shake and Jared pulls back, his hands falling down limp at his sides, and Jensen wants so badly to reach out, to bring one of those hands to his lips. He wants to taste the salty-sweet bitterness of the tight, smooth skin covering muscle that caresses twenty-seven bones that craft an amazing hand. He wants more than anything to trace his tongue along every knuckle, to memorize how those bones connect with tendons and ligaments to form those perfect God damned hands that are driving him crazy. He is determined to know every part of Jared, and he will gladly start with those hands.

"Hey man, what's with all the funny looks?" Jared asks.

Jensen's eyes widen and he lifts his face and meets Jared's bewildered gaze. "What funny looks?" he asks.

Jared let's out a sigh, lifting one grand paw to run it through his hair, and damn if Jensen's eyes aren't following that hand's movement while his tongue grazes his lips again.

"This is about last week. The foot thing, right? Look… I'm sorry about that. I know it was a one time thing, and we agreed that we wouldn't bring it up, well you just got all grumpy and I agreed and thought were settled things… Just tell me if I've messed things up. We're friends, man, and you've either been giving me these really funny looks or avoiding me like the plague when we weren't doing a scene this whole week. Shit man, it's driving me crazy," Jared snaps, and drops his arm down, his hand brushing against his own thigh.

Jensen is a strong willed man, but damn if his resolve isn't suddenly cracking and breaking apart, because he can't pull his eyes away from those hands, and now Jared's fingers are twitching nervously.

Jensen can feel Jared's gaze on him, awaiting an answer, but he really doesn't have an answer to give except to get down on his knees, snatch up Jared's right hand, which is twitching more than the left, and commit every bit of that hand to memory by tracing over it with his own fingers followed by his very eager tongue.

There are no options A and B in this situation. There is only one thing to do, so Jensen sinks slowly down to his knees, and he imagines Jared's eyes widening, and he hears a muffled groan that sounds suspiciously like, "Finally."

Jared is confused however when Jensen grabs his hand. Jensen cradles Jared's right hand, turns it, traces his fingers along the palm and spreads Jared's fingers wide.

Jared sucks in a deep breath as Jensen's index finger traces only the curved line spread about an inch and a half away from his thumb. Jensen's tongue then traces the very same line, and when he pulls back he lifts his head, his green eyes sparkling and darkening with lust.

His voice is deep and husky as he speaks, "This is your life line, Jay. It fits you too. It's curved which means you have a passion for life, you live it up every day. All that Carpe Diem bullshit."

"H-how do you know that?" Jared asks a little breathlessly.

Jensen flashes him a smile. "My mom has this friend, Sylvia, who's into palm reading. I have this thing about hands, so I kinda picked up on it. Now let me finish, Jay."

Jensen uses both of his thumbs to knead the dip in Jared's large palm, and Jared lets out a little whimper as he slips down to his knees to be closer to Jen's level, because this hand thing is starting to get interesting.

Jensen returns his gaze and concentration to Jared's hand, his index finger tracing along the next line up that starts from the bottom of his index finger and curves slightly and opposite from what Jensen had called his lifeline. Jensen chuckles.

"Your head line is curved, that means you're creative, and like to put new ideas into actions. That's you to a t."

Jared lets out a stuttering breath as Jensen's tongue follows the path of this line as well, and a shiver crawls up his spine, and he's hard beyond belief.

"Hmmm," Jensen lets out, and there is a thoughtful tone to the noisy release, as he traces the line above the head line, and this line curves slightly, and Jensen runs his tongue along this line and pulls back with a smile.

"Your heart line is delicious, and tells me you're a hopeless romantic, but I kind of picked up on that. You're into grand gestures, sometimes overly affectionate, but it's endearing about you, because you're so damn sincere, Jay," Jensen whispers, and looks up, his gaze locking with Jared's, and then Jared shifts, and both of their hands meet palm to palm, fingers intertwining, as their lips meet in a kiss, tongues tangling, and breath mingling.

Jared uses his height and weight advantage to guide Jensen to lie on his back on the carpeted floor of his trailer, and soon Jared is straddling Jensen, their hands still intertwined, and Jensen's finger tips rubbing back and forth over the tops of Jared's knuckles and driving him insane, and Jared leans down, sucking on the sensitive spot at Jensen's throat, and grinding against Jensen, their aching cocks getting necessary friction despite the barriers of underwear and jeans, and Jensen bucks up.

Their hips move in unison, the friction building between the two and yet, their palms grow sweaty, slip sliding together like the collision of their hips and crotches over and over again, and that touch, palm to palm, seems more intimate than the dry humping, than anything Jared has ever felt.

Jared arches his back, his hands tightening against Jensen's as he lets out a roar and his jeans and boxers are filled with his release. Jensen bucks up and thrusts a few more times before he arches his body and seemingly freezes, his hands tightening against Jared's, and then he lets out a roar to match Jared's from only moments before and Jared watches as a similar stain blossoms along the crotch of Jensen's jeans.

Jensen smiles up at him, and lifts Jared's right hand to his face. He kisses the top of Jared's hand, his lips feeling the bones beneath the flesh, and sinew, and muscle, and he smiles as he pulls his hand free and sucks Jared's index finger into his mouth.

Jared groans at the feel of Jensen's tongue swirling along his finger, and he thinks this punishment is justly deserved.

Jensen pulls back and smiles up at Jared. "I'm hungry. So get off me, change your pants, and we'll head to my place."

Jared gets up, feeling a little stung that they aren't continuing whatever was just started. Then he sees the grin tugging at Jensen's lips and Jensen winks at him and adds, "Idle hands are the devil's playground, and this devil likes to play."

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