They step off the plane and Jared smiles, takes in a deep breath as he wraps his hand around Jensen's as they start the trek into the terminal. Jensen smiles up at him and they make their way to the baggage claim area, exhausted and yet Jared can't ever remember feeling better, happier. The flight into Papeete had been over eight hours and even in first class, his legs had been cramped and he was thankful for the chance to finally stretch them before climbing into the van or car that the resort had waiting for them. Jensen snags both of their bags easily while Jared is busy yawning and scratching at his stomach. Jensen smacks him in the stomach and angles his head towards the glass doors leading out of the terminal.

"Come on, Jared. Wanna get to the room, take a nap," Jensen says, fighting a yawn. Jared smiles and bends down, presses a fleeting kiss to Jensen's dry lips. When he pulls back, Jensen's eyes are closed and he is swaying a little on his feet. Jared grabs Jensen's hand again and pulls him toward the exit.

"Geez, married less than two days and already the little woman's naggin' me," he says, winking. Jensen sticks his tongue out at him and calls him an ass under his breath but squeezes his hand just a little and Jared knows he's just as content as Jared is.

...

Jensen manages to get a good grip on a wriggling and wet Jared and pushes him underwater, laughing like an idiot while he does so. He takes off then, as fast as he can, knowing there will be hell to pay for that little maneuver.

Sure enough, he's barely made it to the shore line before being tackled to the ground and rolled onto his back. Jared, soaking wet and tanned, cheeks pink with the day's sun and exertion, is smiling wickedly and straddling his thighs.

"You're gonna pay for that, Ackles," he says, and leans down, nuzzles along Jensen's nose with his own, fitting his slim hips between Jensen's sand covered legs. Jensen whimpers, a sound that is cut off short by Jared's mouth covering Jensen's own, tongue tracing along Jensen's pink, pouty lips before dipping inside.

Jared presses down into Jensen, down into the sand and Jensen grabs a hold of Jared's biceps, squeezing, trying to ground himself. But it doesn't work, he knows it won't. When Jared starts rubbing and grinding against Jensen's cloth covered erection with his own, the soaking wet material of their board shorts letting all that glorious heat melt through, Jensen can hardly stand it. He wraps one leg around Jared's and arches, dragging a wrecked sound from the man above him. He smiles against Jared's lips and nips them, making Jared whine in his throat. Jared grinds into him harder and this time, it's Jensen who whines as he loses it, coming in hard wracking shudders, the heat of his climax spreading between their bare stomachs.

He'd be embarrassed, he thinks as he opens his eyes to watch Jared's face as he comes, about how long it didn't take him to come if Jared hadn't come just as quickly. He arches his hips into Jared's and loves how his mouth falls open, lips forming 'Jensen' as he shivers and collapses, both of them panting and spent.

Jared burrows into Jensen's neck and Jensen wraps his arms around Jared, grinning against the smooth skin of his brown shoulder. Jared licks at Jensen's neck then bites at his ear.

"Love you," he mumbles, breath hot and moist against Jensen's ear. He smiles and Jensen holds on tighter.

"Love you, too, Jare," he says.

...

They doze for a few minutes before getting up, dive back into the ocean for a quick rinse and then dust the rest of the sand off as well as they can. They make their way back to their tiny little cabana by the water, the fresh ocean breeze making the gauzy curtains dance in the open windows. Jensen walks immediately over to stand by the window that faces out over the water, his skin bearing the evidence of hours spent in the sun.

Jared walks up behind him, bends and starts to place kisses on Jensen's sun-pink shoulders, his tongue lightly darting out and licking at the freckles that were even more prominent now than they usually were. Jared steps away for a moment and grabs the bottle of aloe vera before squeezing a small amount out into his palms. He holds the cool gel in his palm for a moment or two, his tongue tracing lazy patterns on Jensen's shoulders before he starts to rub the aloe into his skin.

Jensen shivers a little and Jared smiles secretly. He knows the main reason for the goose bumps chasing up and down Jensen's arms is from getting too much sun but they're also partially from Jared's gentle touch on his skin. He runs his now sticky hands down Jensen's side; presses a kiss to the warm skin at the nape of Jensen's neck, nuzzling into his hair, inhaling the scents of Jensen, sea air and salt and, above all, home.

Jared slides his hands around Jensen's waist, settling his chest against the hot skin of Jensen's back and continues to nuzzle him. He bends down and presses a soft kiss to Jensen's freckled ear and smiles when Jensen makes a small noise of contentment. Jensen covers Jared's hands with his own and they start to sway a little, wrapped up in each other, sleepy and warm from the day spent out in the fresh air, frolicking at the beach.

...

Jensen has his bag packed and is fussing, pestering Jared to hurry up and finish his packing, the car will be there any second. Jared can tell he's not just nervous about missing the car or, consequently, the flight. No, what's weighing on Jensen's mind is what's waiting for them in Africa, a few hours away, on a whole other continent, beyond two passport stamps. Two, tiny little lives that they're going to be wholly responsible for, for life.

He walks up behind Jensen in the bungalow's bathroom and wraps his arms around his waist. He can feel the tension drain out of Jensen and smiles, buries his face in Jensen's neck, inhales the scent of laundry detergent and sea air.

"We're gonna be alright, Jen," he murmurs, voice soft against Jensen's skin. Jensen covers Jared's hands with his own and sighs.

"I know. Just. Still a bit nervous. Can't help it. What if I, like, drop them on their head or something?" He asks, slight quaver in his voice. Jared presses a kiss against his hairline and pulls back to look at him in the mirror above the sink.

"Blame the dent on me." Jensen smiles at that, although it's just a tiny one and Jared turns him around, makes him face him.

"Jensen, listen to me. I love you. You love me. We got up in front of a bunch of people, people that included Mike Rosenbaum, and pledged our lives to one another. And you're afraid of some dirty diapers and sleepless nights?" Jared asks, looking at Jensen from beneath his bangs.

Jensen shudders at the memory and pulls Jared into him, presses his face into Jared's neck. "Don't remind me. I had nightmares for weeks that Rosenbaum was going to, like, streak through the ceremony."

Jared laughs and pulls Jensen into him, tighter. Whispers into his hair. "I'm scared, too. But it's the good kind, ya know? Like I got when I moved to L.A. or filmed the pilot with you. Like, we're just on the edge of this great big cliff."

Jensen pulls back and smiles at Jared, wider this time. "Gonna catch me, Jare?"

Jared bends down, kisses him, soft and sweet. He pulls back just enough to speak, their lips brushing. "Always, Jensen. Always."

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