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Stripped of all his clothes, and still damp from the hot, steamy, and totally relaxing shower from which he’d just emerged, Jared went to lie on the bed with his sleeping husband. His hair was roughly towel-dried, and it stuck up every which way. He chuckled as he ran his hands through his oft-hated thick mop of curls. He had a love/hate relationship with it.
Jared couldn’t remember when he last had his hair this short, having kept it on the longer side for what seemed like forever in an endless attempt at taming it. Though it had been curly when younger, it was even worse now that the ever-increasing strands of gray that had befallen him were much coarser and more prone to unruliness. Jared was still getting used to his hair’s length. Jensen, especially, had bemoaned it having to be cut for Walker, making it abundantly clear he wasn’t pleased that he would no longer be able to latch on to the beloved long locks.
Having said that, Jared snickered about the fact Jensen had had no trouble grasping the shortened strands when he had fucked him ruthlessly into oblivion just a little while ago. Smiling to himself, he glanced fondly at his man who was slumbering soundlessly while lying naked, spread eagle, on his stomach in the middle of the bed. Jared began to pepper kisses along Jensen’s upper shoulders and back of his neck; it was time to wake him up to go another round.