Part Two:

Chad has always been a little restless, but now, sitting in a chair next to Jared's bed, all those machines hooked up to him and monitoring him, he doesn't have a damn clue what he's doing anymore.

Two whole weeks of living in Jared's house, taking care of Jared's dogs, having his dog Joe brought up from Los Angeles, and calling the dog sitter to check on his other four babies, and oh yeah, fucking Jared's new best friend on damn near every surface in Jared's house and then some. At this point his journal will need as much therapy as him.

Aside from the fucking, nothing has really changed between him and Jensen… No, it's Ackles, because he'll be damned if he's caught calling that bastard by his given name. Even in his own head.

They still can't stand each other. They push each other's buttons, and avoid each other in the hospital, but every night Chad answers Jared's door and there Jensen is, waiting, half in shadow, half in light. Then he springs, and their bodies mold together. The door his kicked shut just seconds before Jensen has Chad shoved against it.

Jensen's only been drunk that one time. Every time after that, he's cold sober, and as much an asshole as usual. Chad doesn't know how to explain whatever the hell it is, and he's tried. His journal has suffered all the more for his poor attempts at trying to write out just how fucked up things are with Ackles. And then the entries turn into how much he wants the bastard, and it makes him hate himself just that little bit more.

Chad shakes his head to clear it, because he's here for Jared. He takes Jared's hand and gives it a squeeze, and then he notices the beeping of the heart rate moniter speeding up. His eyes widen as he looks up at Jared's face at the sound of a groan.

"Jay, man? Shit," Chad says, and Jared's slanted eyes crack open for the first time in damn near three weeks.

"Think too hard," Jared manages, and his voice is raw and dry.

Chad goes for the water pitcher and a plastic cup, then he's helping Jared sit up a little, holds the glass to Jared's dry, chapped lips, and lets enough of the water into Jared's mouth to wet it down. Jared coughs and then looks up at Chad with a smile as he asks, "What happened? Where am I? Why're you here?"

"Dude, you been down for the count for three weeks. Take a chill pill and relax for a second, kay?" Chad says softly and presses the call button on the bed so the nurses and doctors can look over Jared and make sure he's all right.

A few minutes later the nurses and doctors flood the room, along with Jared's parents and Sandy, and Jared tries to sit up before a nurse gently pushes him back to the bed. It's all too much for Chad, and he eases his way to the door, only to stop dead in his tracks at the sharp, pointed glare he's getting from Jensen, who's just appeared in the doorway, accusation in those cold green eyes.

Chad straightens and continues toward the door. He tries to step past Jensen, but Jensen sidesteps right into his path. Chad wants to shove him out of the way, punch him, kiss him, or some combination of the three, and Chad hates that it's come to this.

He's sure that Jensen's pissed at him for some reason, but he can't wrap his head around it, and then Jared's calling both of their names. Jensen shifts his gaze and looks over Chad's shoulder, and then Chad finally turns around, and shakes his head. "Jay man, I gotta go for a little while. You just get checked and I'll come back later, ok? Got Harley and Sadie to check up on, and before you ask, they're doin' good, but missin' their daddy."

Jared nods as the doctor asks him all kinds of questions and tries to clear the room, but Jared's parents and Sandy are having none of it, and Chad ignores everything as he slips past Jensen and heads toward the exit, because he doesn't know how to look Jared in the face after all of this. He doesn't know where he stands in any of this, and for that he blames Jensen fucking Ackles.

He's made it to the Range Rover he's rented when a firm hand lands on his shoulder. He stops, recognizing that hand even through a couple of layers of clothing. He turns around slowly, and those green eyes are still narrowed and pissed off for whatever reason.

"He woke up for you. Why you? His Mom and Dad, even Sandy, I could get, but why the fuck would he wake up with you there? Why you and not me?" Jensen growls, and Chad braces himself for the impact of a fist, because when Jensen's angry he's unpredictable, at least that's what Chad's learned in the past couple of weeks.

Chad shrugs, and bites out. "How the hell should I know? Maybe he figured out how bad you wanted to fuck him and couldn't wake up and have you be the first thing he saw!"

Jensen's hands wind into the layers of Chad's shirt, hoodie, and jacket and he jerks Chad forward and snarls, "Take it back you little high and mighty prick."

"Or what? You won't come by and suck my cock or fuck me?" Chad replies with a twisted grin all his own, and he's glad that in all of this, Sandy's opted to stay at the hotel in the room next to Jared's parents, rather than Jared's house, because she can't stand Chad. That means she doesn't know how fucked up things have gotten between him and Jensen.

Jensen shoves Chad away from him and throws a punch, catching Chad in the jaw and splitting Chad's lip. Chad reaches up and fingers at the blood welling up along his bottom lip, his blues eye flashing angrily as he snaps. "Tell me, Ackles, does he even know you like sucking cock?"

Jensen pulls his fist back again, but Chad ducks and catches Jensen in the gut. He leans down next to Jensen's ear, as the older man is still bent double from the blow and says, "Fuck you, Ackles. Fuck you."

Then Chad straightens, takes the keys to the rental out of his pocket, gets in the Range Rover and heads back to Jared's, because he really should check on the dogs, and maybe have a nice little sit down with his journal to clear his head of everything that reeks of Jensen fucking Ackles.

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It's been two days since he's woken up, and he's relieved when the knock on the door is from Jensen, and not his parents or Sandy, because all they do is hover over him and smother him, and sure he loves them, but he also needs air. He smiles as Jensen slips inside, closes the door behind him, and takes a seat in the chair by his bed.

"So, Jay, when they lettin' you out of this place?"

Jared shrugs and pokes at the IV in his hand with a wince. "Doc says in a couple more does. They want to make sure I'm steady on my feet and can keep down solids before they let me out."

"Doesn't sound so bad, and is Sandy sticking around? Bet she gives a killer sponge bath."

Jared cracks another smile at that and even laughs. "Yeah, for a little while anyway."

"Good," Jensen says, and Jared notices the shift in Jensen's tone and expression, and cocks his head.

"Hey, man, what's with you? It's been buggin' me since I woke up and saw you and Chad having some kind of pissing contest in my door, and then when he came back later he had a bruised jaw and split lip. Something I should know?"

Jensen shrugs. "Nothing you don't already know. He's an ass and he thinks I'm a bastard. The usual. I'll just be glad when you're out of here and we can go back to work and he takes his dog and his scrawny little ass back to L.A. Getting sick of seeing him around so much. Bad enough you socialize with him, Jay, but it makes me look bad when I have to be seen talking to him to. At least when you're there I have the excuse of him being your friend."

"Chad's really not that bad. He's just got this thing. He doesn't trust easy because he thinks at some point that everyone's gonna leave him and he's scared to death of being alone. Maybe that's why he tends to try pushing people away. That way when it's said and done, they didn't leave him, he left them. So go easy on him. He's not that happy being stuck in a hospital either," Jared replies.

"Yeah, and who is? And just because he can't deal with his Dad having a new girlfriend, or the fact that he drove his wife away with a damn near underage piece of ass and then drove her away too because he has Mommy issues, doesn't mean I should feel sorry for him," Jensen snaps, and Jared's eyes widen and he realizes that maybe he's said too much and Jared's more observant than he gives the guy credit for.

"Where'd that come from?" Jared asks carefully.

Jensen takes in a huff of breath and lets it out slowly. "I found his journal, and read through it. He knows he's a prick and a selfish little bastard. He writes it enough about himself so I can call 'em like I see 'em."

"You read his journal?" Jared asks with a mix of horror and awe in his voice.

"Not even I've been allowed to read it. Jen! How could you, man? Chad usually doesn't bring that shit up, and then you go and just invade his privacy like that? You, who can't stand it when your personal pictures and letters and shit get stolen and slapped all over the Internet. I can't believe you."

"He left it in my car, Jay, and I didn't know what it was at first, and it's not like he doesn't know shit about me, although I pray to God he keeps it to himself," Jensen bites out.

"Really? So you and him got to know each other while I was out?" Jared asks, and then his eyes widen as he says, "Shit. Jen, what did you do?"

"Why does it have to be something I've done? He's usually the one fucking up, all right."

"Why did you hit him? He wouldn't tell me who did when he came back to see me the other day, but I think I just got my answer. It was you and I want to know why."

"No, Jay, you really don't," Jensen says, and leans forward, his elbows on his knees, and the heels of his hands braced on his temples as he takes in a shaky breath.

"Try me," Jared answers, and his tone broaches no argument and Jensen sighs in defeat.

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Chad's been pacing the hallway outside of Jared's room for the better part of an hour, ever since he saw Jensen walk in. He'll be damned if he goes in that room to face Jared with Jensen in there too. He knows every sordid detail would be written plain as day across his face, and he really doesn't want Jay to know about it, ever.

He's about to head outside for a smoke when Jensen finally steps out of Jared's room. Chad stops and looks at him. Jensen meets his gaze for a moment, then shakes his head and walks right past him. Chad shivers, and then heads into Jared's room, wondering what the hell that was about.

As soon as he steps in the room and shuts the door behind him, he knows something's up. Jared's giving him his patented, I see a puppy that needs a home kind of look, and Chad wonders what the asshole told Jared.

"So I heard about how you got your lip busted. You want to tell me your side, or do I just go with what Jensen told me?" Jared asks gently, and Chad groans in defeat as he sits in the chair next to Jared's bed, the seat still warm from Jensen.

"What exactly did the asshole tell you, Jay?" Chad asks cautiously.

Jared takes in a breath and lets it out slowly. "Basically that you left your journal in his car the first night you were here, he read it, got drunk, went by my house to bitch at you, passed out, and then the next morning he was hung over and fucked you, and you two have been fucking ever since, and you're so replacing my couch, dude. You or him one."

"You know all that, and all you've got to say is that one of us is replacing your fucking couch? Jesus, Jay! It's wrong, it's sick and it's wrong and it's fucking Jensen Ackles, and… God, what the hell am I gonna do, man?" Chad says as he seems to collapse in on himself, and Jared takes in a breath, wondering how to fix one of his best friends.

"So it's more than just sex for you. God Chad, it's only been two weeks. How do you get in so deep so fast, man?" Jared asks.

Chad shrugs. "You know me, Jay. It's not like I can help myself, and I know what it is to him. Just fucking. He's gonna get bored once you're back on your feet and I won't be a blip on his radar anymore. You don't think I know that? I always either go for the fucked up ones or I find a way to fuck shit up. I get that. How I managed to end up stuck with you as a best friend I'll never know. Guess I just lucked up for once."

"Maybe it's not so bad," Jared says gently.

Chad shakes his head. "It's Jensen fucking Ackles. Even on a good day we can't stand each other, and to him it's just fucking. So let it go. I was just a substitute anyway. It's not like he wants me. I'm just someone willing to let him fuck me as long as he sucks my cock."

Jared winces at that image and says, "Need to know basis, Chad, and that was so NOT need to fucking know."

"You're the one that brought it up," Chad grumbles, and then scratches at the back of his neck, and decides to change the subject and talk to Jared about Harley and Sadie and how well they get along with his Joe.

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Jensen runs a hand through his short hair. He's standing at Jared's door, and Jared's finally back home, and in another week it's back to work. Thankfully the network decides that a little delay in shooting is something they can work with considering how the ratings for the show and the reruns have gone through the roof while Jared's been hurt.

He shakes the thought away, and he knows that he should be here for Jay, to see how Jay's settling in, but he's really there to see Chad, because there's just something about the asshole that he can't get out of his head, and he's blaming Chad's damn journal and that first or maybe second kiss.

He smiles when Jared answers the door with a smile, and Harley and Sadie are at his side, wiggling and whining. Jensen looks around and cocks his head as he notices that Chad's German Shepard mix is nowhere to be seen, and that's weird, because the last couple of weeks Joe's been all over him.

"Looking for someone?" Jared asks pointedly, and Jensen can detect a little irritation in his friend's voice.

"Yeah, is Joe outside or something?" Jensen asks.

Jared snorts. "Actually Joe and Chad are on a plane back to Los Angeles. They left shortly after I got home. Something about booking a last minute flight and having a meeting with his agent tomorrow. Why?"

"That's bullshit," Jensen snaps.

Jared gives a bitter smile and a shake of his head. "Yeah, I know. He's doing what he does best. Leaving you before you get bored and leave him."

"Fine, if he wants to go, it's not like I'm gonna stop him. Hell, it was just a couple of weeks of me going crazy, worrying over you, and fucking him because he was available. No big deal," Jensen says with a shrug, and he's stunned when Jared's fist comes flying out of nowhere, connects with his jaw, and he lands awkwardly against Jared's front door.

"What the hell, man?" Jensen growls as he wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"He's my friend too, the same as you are, and you're being an asshole! It wasn't about fucking to Chad. He gets attached too damn easy for his own good, and I never thought I could be so pissed at one of my friends, but I was wrong. Don't you get it? He left because of you and you're just gonna stand there and tell me that all the shit running through his head right now is just a good fuck to you?"

"That doesn't change the fact that he left, Jay. Not one damn word, he just took off back to L.A. I'm not the only guilty one here. I'm just the one close enough for you to kick my ass," Jensen bites out, and Jared's eyes widen, and then he sighs.

"Sorry, Jen. How about we grab a couple of beers and see if there's a game on or somethin'?" Jay asks by way of reconciliation, and Jensen just nods and follows Jared to the kitchen, and for once it's not Jared's ass on his mind, but Chad.

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He sighs as he tosses the next script on his coffee table and lets his head drop to the back of the couch. Joe looks up from his comfy spot on the end of the couch, gives a huff and makes his way closer, dropping his head on Chad's lap. Chad shakes his head, reaches down and gives the dog a good scratch on the head, right in the spot behind his left ear, just where he likes it.

Joe lets out a whine then and Chad looks down at his dog and quirks his head as Joe hops down to the floor and makes a low woof sound. Joe bolts out of the room, his nails scraping along the marble tile as he whines and then the doorbell sounds throughout the house. Chad scrunches his forehead in bewilderment, wondering who in the hell would be showing up on his doorstep.

Jared's not going to be back in Los Angeles for another week, because him and Sandy are in San Antonio visiting his parents. All the buddies he made from his last movie have realized him for the amazing douche that he is, so they wouldn't come looking, and he hasn't pursued anyone since the whole fucked up thing that was Jensen Ackles.

'And speak of the devil,' Chad thinks as he opens the door and immediately goes to close it, but the fucker has his foot in the doorway, which keeps the door from shutting all of the way, and Joe is nosing at Jensen and whining.

"What the hell you doin' here, Ackles? On some mission from God? Or do you think I can't torture myself enough on my own with my little emo fucking journal? Can't you just go fuck around with your own friends or something?" Chad snaps.

Jensen sighs. "How are your Dad and Linda?"

Chad takes in a sharp breath and then his blue eyes narrow to slits. "Fuck you! Leave now, or I swear to God I'll call the fucking cops or something!"

"And tell them what exactly?" Jensen challenges.

"That you're trespassing! Because you totally are. This, right here! You are NOT welcomed here," Chad snarls.

Jensen snorts and bends down, reaches through the space his booted foot as created in the doorway, and Joe moves forward and licks the hand being offered. Jensen smiles at the dog and scratches his ear, and Chad just yanks the door open and says, "Fine, fuck it! You're here now. So what the hell do you want?"

"Why'd you leave, Chad?"

Chad's breath catches in his throat at Jensen's soft tone, and he shakes his head to clear it. "I had a thing with my agent. I spent three weeks up there, keeping up with Jared's dogs, keeping the house straight, and waiting on his dumb ass to wake up. Once I knew he was better it was time to get my shit together and get back to work. It's not like I had a reason to stay."

Jensen gets up, kicks the front door shut behind him, his fists curling up in Chad's shirt as he manhandles Chad up against the nearest wall, getting right up into his face and growling, "The fuck you didn't have a reason! What the hell was I? You weren't even man enough to fucking tell me you were leaving! You just took off without a fucking word, and I got my ass kicked by my best friend for fucking with your head, reading your journal and stealing your virtue or some shit like that! Yeah, I know, you and virtue. I thought it was pretty damn funny with a package of frozen peas against the side of my face too."

"Jared hit you?" Chad asks in awe.

"Damn right he did, right after he told me you took off! I came over to see you. I mean seeing him was a part of it too, but I was looking for you and asked where your stupid, god damn dog was…"

"Hey, Joe is not stupid!" Chad cuts in hotly.

Jensen rolls his eyes. "The point is, I was coming to see you and you took off like a little bitch!"

"Why should I believe you? I mean, your track record of fuck 'em and leave 'em speaks for itself!"

Jensen lets out a dry laugh for a second, his grip loosening in Chad's shirt, and then he darts forward and Chad is drowning in the sensation of the damn near illegal mouth assaulting him and short circuiting what little bit of good sense he has left.

When Jensen pulls back Chad is grateful for the wall behind his back, because he's not a chick, and he will never admit that maybe he's swooning or some other equally embarrassing, pansy-assed shit.

"You left me," Jensen says, and his voice is rough and husky. "What the hell? You have all these abandonment issues, and you're all fucked up in the head over people leaving you! Why would you do that to someone else?"

"You don't get to do this," Chad bites out and slides down the wall until his ass plants itself firm to the floor.

Jensen kneels down in front of him, his knees on the floor, his hands on either of Chad's shoulders like he wants to shake or throttle him, and he leans forward, nips Chad's bottom lip and then shifts so that his lips brush Chad's ear as he whispers, "The fuck I don't. You left me without a single fucking word."

"What are you saying, Ackles?"

Jensen pulls back, his green eyes dark as his gaze locks with Chad's blue, and he says, "I'm saying I want you to call me Jen, or Jensen. I'm saying you better not leave me again. I'm saying I like your fucking dog. I miss the way you taste. I miss fucking you until you're screaming my name and I'm splitting you wide open. Tell me you don't miss my fucking mouth wrapped around your cock, Chad. I dare you to try and lie to me."

Chad whimpers as Jensen's hands work his jeans open, and then he lets out a hiss as Jensen's right hand closes around the base of his steadily growing erection, and within seconds he's rock hard, his eyes squeezed shut.

His eyes fly open at the sensation of a tongue flickering across the head of his cock and teasing the slit. Jensen's eyes are hooded as he looks up slyly, and Chad can feel the bastard's grin, even with that mouth wrapped so smugly around his dick.

Joe's whining breaks through the haze of whatever the hell this is, and Jensen pulls back, and his voice is ragged as he says, "Bedroom, Chad. Gonna fuck you till you admit you can't live without me and you see fucking stars."

Chad nods as Jensen stands up, and helps him get to his feet. He's shaky as he holds his jeans up around his waist and leads the way down the hall to his bedroom.

Once inside Jensen drops the pleasantries. He shuts the door in Joe's face, and Chad lets go of his pants. Jensen shoves the pants and Chad's underwear down his legs, and slowly makes his way up. Next to go is Chad's shirt, which he rucks up Chad's chest and finally jerks over Chad's head and arms. Chad is finally naked before him, breathing heavy and not so much as making a single move.

Jensen gives Chad a firm push towards the large king size bed with it's navy colored comforter and sheets. Chad backs up until the back of his knees hit the mattress and he falls onto it, his eyes transfixed on Jensen approaching the bed, shedding his clothes along the way, first his shirt, then he kicks off his boots, then he unbuttons and tugs the zipper down his jeans, until they are pooled at his ankles and he's stepping out of them and finally he's standing at the foot of Chad's bed, between Chad's spread legs, naked, hard, and licking those damn lips of his, and Chad knows he doesn't stand a chance. This is it.

Jensen's movements are catlike as he puts a hand firmly on Chad's chest and guides the slighter man back. Chad's breath hitches as Jensen straddles him and their arousals collide, and then Jensen's teeth are scraping along the pulse in his neck, and Jensen nips his way up, until he drops his mouth over Chad's, catching the moans and whimpers as Chad's senses are assaulted by everything that is Jensen on top of him.

"I took a right hook to my jaw over your sorry ass," Jensen breathes out huskily as he pulls back enough to meet Chad's lust blown blue eyes, the irises barely visible, and Jensen's right hand closes around both for them, slowly working up and down their shafts. "And I thought things would get easier. Jay was still my best friend, and you were gone, and there's plenty of tail to chase onset. You fucked me over, you bastard."

"It's not like I meant to," Chad says as he arches up and a whine slips from his mouth, and he hates that it's Jensen that gets him like this, breaks him down more than anyone that's come before.

Jensen chuckles at that as he moves his hand away, and in sharp nips and licks makes his way down Chad's body, teasing his nipples with tongue and teeth, smiling up smugly with every familiar and seemingly new sound Chad makes at the attention. He dips his tongue into Chad's navel, bites his right hip firm enough to leave teeth marks, licks over the bite and finally he faces Chad's cock.

Chad's body is thrumming beneath his, and he noses around the hair surrounding the base of Chad's cock before he licks up from root to tip, following the vein on the underside of the shaft, and Chad's hips jolt forward, his back arches, and his head falls back. Jensen's tongue circles the crown and flickers in the slit, pre-come spurting enough to splash into Jensen's mouth.

Chad gets a little noisier as he starts to shift and move, his hips rocking of their own accord. Jensen pulls back, and says, "This ain't how I'm gonna let you come, Chad. You don't come until I'm buried to my balls in your sweet ass, and you remember who the fuck owns you now."

"You're a fucking dick, Ackles," Chad hisses.

Jensen chuckles and nips Chad's hip again. "Damn, right Chad, and don't fucking forget it, cause every time you run from me, I'll come for you, and I'll make you suffer. I'm talking cock rings and a fucking hard on that will last for hours and you don't come until I say so. Get the picture?"

Chad's body trembles at Jensen's threat, though whether its from fear or anticipation, he can't rightly say. Then Jensen's mouth is against his, and it doesn't matter, and Jensen is rummaging around through the drawer of Chad's bedside table. He finds a bottle of aloe gel. He laughs, and Chad looks up at him with a glare.

"What? I burn easily," Chad grouses, and Jensen's mouth is on his again, and how Jensen manages to smirk and kiss at the same time, Chad will never know.

It's when Jensen's teeth are scraping over his pulse again, that Chad's hips stutter forward as Jensen's left index finger, slick from the aloe, breaches him while his right hand is wrapped firm around the base of Chad's cock. A small mewling sound slips from Chad's mouth as Jensen's finger continues slowly working in, past that tight ring of muscle, and then that finger crooks and Chad's back is bowed, a garbled shout erupting from him as Jensen's finger brushes his prostate.

"Mmm, so tight, been too damn long, Chad," Jensen's voice is scratchy against his ear as he nibbles Chad's ear lobe.

There's no warning when a second finger is added, and Chad wants to come apart, because he's on his back, legs spread wide, Jensen Ackles whispering dirty promises by his ear, holding the base of his cock to keep him from coming, while his fingers are busy working him open. Chad's wound so tight, he knows when he breaks it'll be like dying, and he's afraid of this edge, afraid of who's there, about to push him over.

After a few thrusts with three fingers, Jensen shifts, and Chad can feel the blunt head of Jensen's cock at his stretched opening. Chad narrows his eyes at Jensen, his gut clenched with aching need, and the fear that this is all there will ever be, being fucked and fucked over by Jensen Ackles, and he's knows that he's beyond help as Jensen works his cock slowly inside, grunting and cursing about how tight he is, how it's been too fucking long.

Chad lets his eyes fall shut, fighting against the burning behind his eyelids, damning himself for being so fucking weak.

Jensen pulls back, slams back in, and Chad's legs wind around Jensen's trim waist, his ankles locking at the small of Jensen's back as he begins to rock and move along with Jensen's thrusts, and he moans as Jensen works his hand along his cock, and Chad's squirming, his fingers twisting in the sheets, hips rolling.

Jensen bends down, his mouth over Chad's, tongue slipping past Chad's lips, wrapping slick and wet around Chad's tongue, encouraging him to fight back, almost like Jensen needs it, and then Jensen pulls back and growls, "Open your fucking eyes. Need you to look at me."

Chad's eyes spring open and widen as he sees how open and raw Jensen is, naked and fucking him. Chad's body shudders as he finally breaks, his legs slipping away from Jensen's waist, his feet digging into the mattress as Jensen thrusts in deeper, and Chad's body arches, his eyes rolling up as he comes, hard and fast in bursts that feel like he's being ripped wide open from the inside out.

His body is trembling in the aftershock when Jensen arches back and comes a few moments later, filling Chad with shallow thrusts, incoherent cries torn from his throat, and then Jensen sags forward, sated. He carefully pulls out, settles down next to Chad, swipes his hand across Chad's stomach, collecting the warm, sticky fluid on his finger and licking his finger clean.

"Never get tired of tasting you," he manages, and Chad shifts to his side, to look at Jensen, determined that he'll worry about his sheets later.

Chad takes in a shaky breath and lets it out slowly. "What is this? Another round of substitution?"

Jensen stiffens and snorts. "You're a real fucking buzz kill, Murray. You know that? No. It's not like that. I came for you," Jensen says with a chuckle, and then adds. "Jared got tired of my bullshit after you left, and he told me that if I didn't at least go see you during hiatus, he'd kick my ass, and while I know I can take him on a good day, I don't want to try it when he's really pissed at me."

"Sounds like Jay," Chad mumbles in agreement, and then he sits up on his elbow and his eyes narrow on Jensen, "But you don't fucking own me."

Jensen snorts. "Oh yes, I do. But I believe in fair trade, and considering how bad you've fucked me over, I'm yours, as much as I hate to admit it. We can't stand each other most of the time. I'm a dick, you're an asshole, that might explain why you bottom so much, but that's not my point. I figure if I can put up with Christian fucking Kane, and still call him a friend, I can put up with you and fuck you to my heart and dick's content. Got a problem with that?"

"When you planning on moving in?" Chad asks in a huff.

Jensen laughs and says, "Damn, Jay wasn't lyin' when he said you move fast. When do I meet the 'rents."

"You did not just say rents."

"I'm old school," Jensen replies with a slight shrug, and then Chad leans forward, and this kiss isn't like any they've shared before, it's slow, lazy, and full of promise.

End.