FIC: Waves That Never Break (CWRPS, 1/1)
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nilchanceFandom and Pairing: CWRPS; Jeff/Jensen/Jared
Prompt: bondage
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Fic title: Waves That Never Break
Rating: NC-17
Outside, rain rose goosebumps on the gray surface of the ocean. The summer storm drummed a tinny tattoo on the roof above them, a cool breath across their tangled bodies. Jared shivered; Jeff murmured drowsily, taking his hand off Jensen's arm to tuck Jared closer against him. Neither of them woke.
The distant flicker of lightning crossed their tangled bodies. Thunder rumbled again, the same purr that had pulled Jensen from sleep. Jensen shifted, pushing himself up to his elbows, looking over at Jeff and Jared's side of the bed.
The three of them took up enough space that there were probably only boundaries between them in Jensen's head, but he tried to keep himself on the edge of the bed anyway. Somehow, though, he kept finding himself pressed up against Jared's back when he woke: his face shoved into the place between Jared's shoulderblades, his legs tangled up in the sheets Jared shoved down, his arm held in the loose shackle of Jeff's fingers.
Jensen reached out, grabbed the thin sheet and pulled it up over Jared's bare shoulder. The cotton sheets looked pale against the nut-brown tan Jared earned over the last week, from running wild up and down the deserted beach with Sadie and Harley and Bisou hot on his heels.
The beach house suited Jared and Jeff. It was battered, unassuming, paint peeling off the walls in strips. The interiors were shabbily comfortable, the sheets high thread count. There was no TV, no radio. The local paper told stories about fishing festivals and high school sweethearts getting married. The sleepy little town passed around them, unchanging, unimpressed by celebrity. The breakfast waitress called Jared sweetheart and knew how Jeff took his coffee.
Jensen didn't belong here.
He knew LA, he knew big cities and bright lights and solitude in the crowd. He was an actor, he faked things for a living, and right now he was faking a place in this quiet domesticity.
It had been a good damn week. Jensen felt drunk on the luxury of sleeping in. He was well-fed on easy companionship, late night rambling conversations about nothing at all. He passed nights smoking pot with Jeff on the back porch, with the stars overhead and the sound of water spilling over rock.
Jensen waited to feel raw beneath this peace. He waited for the silences to turn awkward and for his welcome to wear thin. Five days and counting now; Jensen had barely managed to spend one night with his last ex without feeling so pent-up he couldn't breathe.
Outside, lightning kissed the restless water and was gone. The smell of ozone lingered. One of the dogs whined softly. Pushing the covers off, Jensen carefully got his feet on the floor and stood. Jared grumbled against Jeff's throat, shifting drowsily, but quieted again.
The house creaked and shifted as Jensen went to the kitchen, glancing in at the tangle of dogs as he passed. Sadie was pressed against the couch, her head on her paws. Her ears quirked up when she saw Jensen, her tail swishing across the floor. When Jensen patted his thigh, she came and crowded up against him. At the next roll of thunder, he felt her shiver. He rested his hand on her head while he started the coffee, murmuring, "All right, now, it's okay."
Sadie huffed. Jensen rubbed her ears and sat on the floor, his back against the counter. She stretched across his thighs and whined again, fretfully. He could see the Pacific from here, dashing itself against the rocks, retreating, surging forward again. It never learned. It never would.
"Just a storm," Jensen said, soothing her shivering side with his hand. "It'll pass."
Sadie didn't move or stop shivering, but the next time he rubbed her ears, she turned her head far enough to lick his fingers. Jensen wasn't Sadie's favorite person, not with Jared or Jeff here to kneel down and croon at her and generally make idiots of themselves, but he'd do until they woke up. Somehow she always ended up shoving her way under Jensen's chair when she wanted protection, usually from Harley's enthusiasm.
The read-out on the coffeemaker flickered and died away. The upright fan stirring the cool, wet air gave way to stillness. In the sudden quiet, Jensen could hear the wind spitting sand against the side of the house. It felt like the storm was coiling up to snap hard and soon.
The house groaned softly under new weight. Jensen turned his head and found Jeff leaning against the doorframe, watching him. Jeff's moods were usually clear as day, but in the twilight bleeding in through the windows, Jensen couldn't read him.
"Hey," Jensen murmured. "Storm wake you?"
Jeff shook his head and pushed himself up off the doorframe. Lightning skimmed off the lean definition of Jeff's arms, bared in the soft old shirt Jeff slept in. Through the thin sweatpants, Jensen could see that Jeff was hard.
Sadie raised her head off Jensen's lap, ears quirking in interest. Where Jeff was, treats and ear-scratching usually followed. Jensen rubbed at the trembling line of her neck, working free bits of sand where he found them, and looked anywhere but at Jeff.
Easing himself down to the floor beside Jensen, Jeff sighed and laid his head back on the cabinet. He reached over Jensen to pet Sadie, radiating heat along Jensen's thigh where they touched.
"Hey." Jeff's voice, pitched low, was more vibration than sound. "Hey there, pretty girl."
Sadie's tail swished across the floor. Jensen huffed out an amused breath. "Well, she was upset, anyway."
"Doesn't like storms much." Jeff looked up, a glancing blow of dark eyes and lazy smile. "C'mon, Jen. Come back to bed."
Jeff didn't say it like it was a suggestion. Jensen swallowed and slid his fingertips under Sadie's collar to scratch there. "She's still-"
"She can come with. Let her lay near the foot of the bed, she'll be fine." Curling his long fingers around Jensen's forearm, Jeff squeezed gently and gave that killing smile. Jensen wasn't small, but damned if Jeff didn't make him feel like he could wrapped up and kept safe. "You gonna make us wait?"
"Might," Jensen muttered, but let Jeff haul him back to his feet. It had gotten darker in the kitchen, and the flash of lightning seemed searing by comparison. "Damn. Should we be doing something?"
"Nah. Just a storm. I checked the radio, they're saying the worst of it'll be dirty but quick." Jeff looked into the storm. "Not much to do but stay in bed and ride it out."
"Subtle, dude."
"I do try." Using his grip on Jensen's arm, Jeff steered their bodies close together. "Complaining?"
The heat that Jeff radiated seemed to sink deep in Jensen's chest, easing some tightness there. Jensen grinned. "Nah. You're all right."
"Just all right?"
"Suck my cock and I'll upgrade that to 'nifty'."
Jeff snorted. "Tough room. But hey, your dog whisperer routine worked."
When Jensen glanced over, he found Sadie tangled up in the dogpile again. She'd tucked herself against Bisou, who was resting her chin on Sadie's side and giving Jensen a singularly unimpressed stare. Harley still hadn't even twitched.
"Jeff? I think your dog's a lesbian."
Jeff rumbled a laugh, his fingertips stroking the dip of Jensen's spine. "Nah. My girl's just a slut. But I'm thinking I might try laying on you. It'll keep me from having to chase you every damn morning."
Jensen leaned his chin on Jeff's chest. "I need coffee, dude."
"Mm-hmm. No power, no coffee. And you need remedial classes on how to take a vacation." Drawing Jensen back towards the bedroom, Jeff grinned at him. "Good thing for you? I'm an expert. All that unemployment."
Jensen bumped against him as Jeff stopped in the doorway to their room. "So I know who to call when I need instant ramen recipes."
"You totally do," Jeff agreed. "Kim. Bed?"
"I don't know." Jensen glanced past the Jared-sized lump in bed, to the oppressive gray outside. "I could go get donuts."
"All right, smartass." Giving him a little shove towards the bed, Jeff climbed on behind Jensen and pressed close against him. His stubble rasped against the back of Jensen's neck, his voice an intimate purr. "You just don't know when to give, do you?"
"Apparently." Jensen looked over his shoulder and gave a tired grin. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw Jared shift sleepily and push the covers away to watch them. "Not easy enough for you, Morgan?"
"Plenty easy, sweetheart." Jeff's hand ghosted down Jensen's arms, rubbing at tight muscle. "Seriously, Jen. You need to relax."
"Screw you, man. I'm relaxed." Jensen tensed as cold metal closed around his wrists, eyes flying up to meet Jared's amused gaze.
"Not yet," Jared promised softly. "But you will be."
"What the-" Jensen tugged at the handcuffs, finding his hands snugly fastened to the headboard. "Not funny. C'mon. Where the hell are the keys?"
Jared simply smiled at him, leaning in close. "Trust us," he murmured, letting his voice drop into that low drawl that never failed to make Jensen's stomach tighten. "It'll be fun."
Jared was using the puppy-dog eyes, Jensen thought, despairing. The same damn eyes that convinced him to take off on this vacation in the first place, to crowd in on this ticking time-bomb of a relationship. He always caved for the eyes. He was so screwed.
After a long moment, Jensen nodded his agreement.
Jensen wasn't expecting the cool, silky cloth that slid over his eyes. Should've. It was Jared's style to stretch any inch Jensen gave him into a mile, flashing those dimples for good measure. Apparently Jeff didn't have any more luck resisting than Jensen ever had; Jensen caught the scent of Jeff's aftershave and cheap cigarettes.
"That's good, Jen." Jared's voice dragged low, one warm hand gripping Jensen's calf. His forearm rested across Jensen's other leg, pinning him, deceptively easy. If Jensen tried to squirm, it'd be at the risk of kicking Jared in the head or jarring his still-healing wrist. "Been watching you this week. Acting like you think this is all going to drop out from under you."
"That's not-" Jensen started, harsher than he meant to.
Jeff's stubble-rough cheek rubbed against his spine, Jeff's weight pressing him into the bed.
"It's not going anywhere. We're not going anywhere," Jared said softly.
Jeff slid lower, fingers sliding down to spread Jensen open, hold him vulnerable. As far as metaphors went, Jensen thought that was pretty apt.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Jared purred.
Jensen opened his mouth to make a smart-ass reply, but then Jeff's tongue slid over his entrance, teasing with the lightest slick touch, and his words failed him.
"Mm, you like that?" Jared asked. A moment later Jared let go of his leg, long fingers skimming up Jensen's thigh and under his belly, curling around his hard cock. Jared's laugh was smoky, satisfied. "Yeah. You do."
If Jensen could, he'd tell the smug bastard to fuck off. Jeff's tongue was teasing inside him, lewd little licks that were stealing his breath. Jensen sank his teeth into his lower lip, trying to muffle the desperate sounds rising in his throat.
The callused side of Jared's thumb skated across the head of Jensen's cock. Jeff growled against Jensen, gripping Jensen's hips tight. Jensen had an insane image of Jeff's fingers cutting bruises, like he could see it happen behind his closed eyes, red pulsing in time with the dull ache.
Jared's fingers tightened a little, jerking slick and ruthless. "This," Jared drawled, his breath hot against Jensen's skin, "is ours. You get that?"
"Jare," Jensen breathed. His skin felt hot, too tight, pressed against the cool metal of the bedframe. His hands had locked around the slats like it would anchor him against whatever the fuck this was. When Jared didn't give, Jensen exhaled sharply. "C'mon, Jeff, please. You- please."
He could hear rain pounding on the roof, almost drowning out the noise Jeff made. It was a content noise, the kind that Jeff made when he was settling in for the night with his work done and Jared tucked in against him. Jensen thumped his head against the frame and growled, like it would get him anywhere.
Jeff just kept going, his tongue pressing and retreating, teasing, burning Jensen alive. Jared's hand tightened a little, stroking him harder, thumb circling the head of his cock.
It was too much.
With a bitten-off cry, Jensen tensed, jerking on the cuffs until his shoulders ached. His hips snapped forward into Jared's grip, warmth spilling over Jared's fingers and onto the bed.
Before Jensen could think again, the cuffs fell away. Jeff's hands shifted, urging him onto his back. Jensen let himself be rearranged and laid there shivering, fighting for air.
A harsh noise brought Jensen back to the bedroom, the tangle of bodies around him. Jeff's voice broke over him, low and dirty. A wet splash landed on his throat, his chin. Jensen fumbled off the blindfold and squinted, just in time to see Jeff slump back on his heels. On his other side, Jared made a guttural sound. His hand tightened around his own cock, his back bowing as he spurted on Jensen's chest.
The room was quiet for a few seconds. Jensen heard his own breathing, low and ragged. He touched the slick mess on his chest, felt his hand go unsteady.
Jared shuddered, looking down at him. His thumb smeared his come along Jensen's lower lip. "You belong to us," Jared murmured.
Jeff stroked a hand down his chest, twining his fingers with Jensen, painting their come across Jensen's skin. "Ours," he agreed, easy voice gone rough. "All right?"
There wasn't much Jensen could say to that but, "Yeah."
Prompt: bondage
Name:
nilchanceFic title: Waves That Never Break
Rating: NC-17
Outside, rain rose goosebumps on the gray surface of the ocean. The summer storm drummed a tinny tattoo on the roof above them, a cool breath across their tangled bodies. Jared shivered; Jeff murmured drowsily, taking his hand off Jensen's arm to tuck Jared closer against him. Neither of them woke.
The distant flicker of lightning crossed their tangled bodies. Thunder rumbled again, the same purr that had pulled Jensen from sleep. Jensen shifted, pushing himself up to his elbows, looking over at Jeff and Jared's side of the bed.
The three of them took up enough space that there were probably only boundaries between them in Jensen's head, but he tried to keep himself on the edge of the bed anyway. Somehow, though, he kept finding himself pressed up against Jared's back when he woke: his face shoved into the place between Jared's shoulderblades, his legs tangled up in the sheets Jared shoved down, his arm held in the loose shackle of Jeff's fingers.
Jensen reached out, grabbed the thin sheet and pulled it up over Jared's bare shoulder. The cotton sheets looked pale against the nut-brown tan Jared earned over the last week, from running wild up and down the deserted beach with Sadie and Harley and Bisou hot on his heels.
The beach house suited Jared and Jeff. It was battered, unassuming, paint peeling off the walls in strips. The interiors were shabbily comfortable, the sheets high thread count. There was no TV, no radio. The local paper told stories about fishing festivals and high school sweethearts getting married. The sleepy little town passed around them, unchanging, unimpressed by celebrity. The breakfast waitress called Jared sweetheart and knew how Jeff took his coffee.
Jensen didn't belong here.
He knew LA, he knew big cities and bright lights and solitude in the crowd. He was an actor, he faked things for a living, and right now he was faking a place in this quiet domesticity.
It had been a good damn week. Jensen felt drunk on the luxury of sleeping in. He was well-fed on easy companionship, late night rambling conversations about nothing at all. He passed nights smoking pot with Jeff on the back porch, with the stars overhead and the sound of water spilling over rock.
Jensen waited to feel raw beneath this peace. He waited for the silences to turn awkward and for his welcome to wear thin. Five days and counting now; Jensen had barely managed to spend one night with his last ex without feeling so pent-up he couldn't breathe.
Outside, lightning kissed the restless water and was gone. The smell of ozone lingered. One of the dogs whined softly. Pushing the covers off, Jensen carefully got his feet on the floor and stood. Jared grumbled against Jeff's throat, shifting drowsily, but quieted again.
The house creaked and shifted as Jensen went to the kitchen, glancing in at the tangle of dogs as he passed. Sadie was pressed against the couch, her head on her paws. Her ears quirked up when she saw Jensen, her tail swishing across the floor. When Jensen patted his thigh, she came and crowded up against him. At the next roll of thunder, he felt her shiver. He rested his hand on her head while he started the coffee, murmuring, "All right, now, it's okay."
Sadie huffed. Jensen rubbed her ears and sat on the floor, his back against the counter. She stretched across his thighs and whined again, fretfully. He could see the Pacific from here, dashing itself against the rocks, retreating, surging forward again. It never learned. It never would.
"Just a storm," Jensen said, soothing her shivering side with his hand. "It'll pass."
Sadie didn't move or stop shivering, but the next time he rubbed her ears, she turned her head far enough to lick his fingers. Jensen wasn't Sadie's favorite person, not with Jared or Jeff here to kneel down and croon at her and generally make idiots of themselves, but he'd do until they woke up. Somehow she always ended up shoving her way under Jensen's chair when she wanted protection, usually from Harley's enthusiasm.
The read-out on the coffeemaker flickered and died away. The upright fan stirring the cool, wet air gave way to stillness. In the sudden quiet, Jensen could hear the wind spitting sand against the side of the house. It felt like the storm was coiling up to snap hard and soon.
The house groaned softly under new weight. Jensen turned his head and found Jeff leaning against the doorframe, watching him. Jeff's moods were usually clear as day, but in the twilight bleeding in through the windows, Jensen couldn't read him.
"Hey," Jensen murmured. "Storm wake you?"
Jeff shook his head and pushed himself up off the doorframe. Lightning skimmed off the lean definition of Jeff's arms, bared in the soft old shirt Jeff slept in. Through the thin sweatpants, Jensen could see that Jeff was hard.
Sadie raised her head off Jensen's lap, ears quirking in interest. Where Jeff was, treats and ear-scratching usually followed. Jensen rubbed at the trembling line of her neck, working free bits of sand where he found them, and looked anywhere but at Jeff.
Easing himself down to the floor beside Jensen, Jeff sighed and laid his head back on the cabinet. He reached over Jensen to pet Sadie, radiating heat along Jensen's thigh where they touched.
"Hey." Jeff's voice, pitched low, was more vibration than sound. "Hey there, pretty girl."
Sadie's tail swished across the floor. Jensen huffed out an amused breath. "Well, she was upset, anyway."
"Doesn't like storms much." Jeff looked up, a glancing blow of dark eyes and lazy smile. "C'mon, Jen. Come back to bed."
Jeff didn't say it like it was a suggestion. Jensen swallowed and slid his fingertips under Sadie's collar to scratch there. "She's still-"
"She can come with. Let her lay near the foot of the bed, she'll be fine." Curling his long fingers around Jensen's forearm, Jeff squeezed gently and gave that killing smile. Jensen wasn't small, but damned if Jeff didn't make him feel like he could wrapped up and kept safe. "You gonna make us wait?"
"Might," Jensen muttered, but let Jeff haul him back to his feet. It had gotten darker in the kitchen, and the flash of lightning seemed searing by comparison. "Damn. Should we be doing something?"
"Nah. Just a storm. I checked the radio, they're saying the worst of it'll be dirty but quick." Jeff looked into the storm. "Not much to do but stay in bed and ride it out."
"Subtle, dude."
"I do try." Using his grip on Jensen's arm, Jeff steered their bodies close together. "Complaining?"
The heat that Jeff radiated seemed to sink deep in Jensen's chest, easing some tightness there. Jensen grinned. "Nah. You're all right."
"Just all right?"
"Suck my cock and I'll upgrade that to 'nifty'."
Jeff snorted. "Tough room. But hey, your dog whisperer routine worked."
When Jensen glanced over, he found Sadie tangled up in the dogpile again. She'd tucked herself against Bisou, who was resting her chin on Sadie's side and giving Jensen a singularly unimpressed stare. Harley still hadn't even twitched.
"Jeff? I think your dog's a lesbian."
Jeff rumbled a laugh, his fingertips stroking the dip of Jensen's spine. "Nah. My girl's just a slut. But I'm thinking I might try laying on you. It'll keep me from having to chase you every damn morning."
Jensen leaned his chin on Jeff's chest. "I need coffee, dude."
"Mm-hmm. No power, no coffee. And you need remedial classes on how to take a vacation." Drawing Jensen back towards the bedroom, Jeff grinned at him. "Good thing for you? I'm an expert. All that unemployment."
Jensen bumped against him as Jeff stopped in the doorway to their room. "So I know who to call when I need instant ramen recipes."
"You totally do," Jeff agreed. "Kim. Bed?"
"I don't know." Jensen glanced past the Jared-sized lump in bed, to the oppressive gray outside. "I could go get donuts."
"All right, smartass." Giving him a little shove towards the bed, Jeff climbed on behind Jensen and pressed close against him. His stubble rasped against the back of Jensen's neck, his voice an intimate purr. "You just don't know when to give, do you?"
"Apparently." Jensen looked over his shoulder and gave a tired grin. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw Jared shift sleepily and push the covers away to watch them. "Not easy enough for you, Morgan?"
"Plenty easy, sweetheart." Jeff's hand ghosted down Jensen's arms, rubbing at tight muscle. "Seriously, Jen. You need to relax."
"Screw you, man. I'm relaxed." Jensen tensed as cold metal closed around his wrists, eyes flying up to meet Jared's amused gaze.
"Not yet," Jared promised softly. "But you will be."
"What the-" Jensen tugged at the handcuffs, finding his hands snugly fastened to the headboard. "Not funny. C'mon. Where the hell are the keys?"
Jared simply smiled at him, leaning in close. "Trust us," he murmured, letting his voice drop into that low drawl that never failed to make Jensen's stomach tighten. "It'll be fun."
Jared was using the puppy-dog eyes, Jensen thought, despairing. The same damn eyes that convinced him to take off on this vacation in the first place, to crowd in on this ticking time-bomb of a relationship. He always caved for the eyes. He was so screwed.
After a long moment, Jensen nodded his agreement.
Jensen wasn't expecting the cool, silky cloth that slid over his eyes. Should've. It was Jared's style to stretch any inch Jensen gave him into a mile, flashing those dimples for good measure. Apparently Jeff didn't have any more luck resisting than Jensen ever had; Jensen caught the scent of Jeff's aftershave and cheap cigarettes.
"That's good, Jen." Jared's voice dragged low, one warm hand gripping Jensen's calf. His forearm rested across Jensen's other leg, pinning him, deceptively easy. If Jensen tried to squirm, it'd be at the risk of kicking Jared in the head or jarring his still-healing wrist. "Been watching you this week. Acting like you think this is all going to drop out from under you."
"That's not-" Jensen started, harsher than he meant to.
Jeff's stubble-rough cheek rubbed against his spine, Jeff's weight pressing him into the bed.
"It's not going anywhere. We're not going anywhere," Jared said softly.
Jeff slid lower, fingers sliding down to spread Jensen open, hold him vulnerable. As far as metaphors went, Jensen thought that was pretty apt.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Jared purred.
Jensen opened his mouth to make a smart-ass reply, but then Jeff's tongue slid over his entrance, teasing with the lightest slick touch, and his words failed him.
"Mm, you like that?" Jared asked. A moment later Jared let go of his leg, long fingers skimming up Jensen's thigh and under his belly, curling around his hard cock. Jared's laugh was smoky, satisfied. "Yeah. You do."
If Jensen could, he'd tell the smug bastard to fuck off. Jeff's tongue was teasing inside him, lewd little licks that were stealing his breath. Jensen sank his teeth into his lower lip, trying to muffle the desperate sounds rising in his throat.
The callused side of Jared's thumb skated across the head of Jensen's cock. Jeff growled against Jensen, gripping Jensen's hips tight. Jensen had an insane image of Jeff's fingers cutting bruises, like he could see it happen behind his closed eyes, red pulsing in time with the dull ache.
Jared's fingers tightened a little, jerking slick and ruthless. "This," Jared drawled, his breath hot against Jensen's skin, "is ours. You get that?"
"Jare," Jensen breathed. His skin felt hot, too tight, pressed against the cool metal of the bedframe. His hands had locked around the slats like it would anchor him against whatever the fuck this was. When Jared didn't give, Jensen exhaled sharply. "C'mon, Jeff, please. You- please."
He could hear rain pounding on the roof, almost drowning out the noise Jeff made. It was a content noise, the kind that Jeff made when he was settling in for the night with his work done and Jared tucked in against him. Jensen thumped his head against the frame and growled, like it would get him anywhere.
Jeff just kept going, his tongue pressing and retreating, teasing, burning Jensen alive. Jared's hand tightened a little, stroking him harder, thumb circling the head of his cock.
It was too much.
With a bitten-off cry, Jensen tensed, jerking on the cuffs until his shoulders ached. His hips snapped forward into Jared's grip, warmth spilling over Jared's fingers and onto the bed.
Before Jensen could think again, the cuffs fell away. Jeff's hands shifted, urging him onto his back. Jensen let himself be rearranged and laid there shivering, fighting for air.
A harsh noise brought Jensen back to the bedroom, the tangle of bodies around him. Jeff's voice broke over him, low and dirty. A wet splash landed on his throat, his chin. Jensen fumbled off the blindfold and squinted, just in time to see Jeff slump back on his heels. On his other side, Jared made a guttural sound. His hand tightened around his own cock, his back bowing as he spurted on Jensen's chest.
The room was quiet for a few seconds. Jensen heard his own breathing, low and ragged. He touched the slick mess on his chest, felt his hand go unsteady.
Jared shuddered, looking down at him. His thumb smeared his come along Jensen's lower lip. "You belong to us," Jared murmured.
Jeff stroked a hand down his chest, twining his fingers with Jensen, painting their come across Jensen's skin. "Ours," he agreed, easy voice gone rough. "All right?"
There wasn't much Jensen could say to that but, "Yeah."
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Date: 2007-02-18 10:37 pm (UTC)