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“Have you looked outside?” Jared’s excited question floats across the space dividing them, as Jensen tries to remember how to make his eyelids function prior to his first cup of coffee.
“Um, hmm, no?” Language skills aren’t faring much better, and all Jensen wants to do is pull the covers back up and over his head, while he uses one of the amazingly plump pillows to muffle any noise that might try to disturb his hopefully soon to be continuing slumber.
“Come on sleepy head! You have to see!” With that proclamation, massive hands that Jared didn’t even have the common courtesy to warm up first, are sliding under the covers and then Jensen is being manhandled out of the warm cocoon that is their king-sized bed. He tries to swat them away, but for all the good it does, he may as well be the average citizen of Tokyo trying to defend his house from Godzilla while being armed with nothing more than a garden rake.
Jensen curls into the overgrown Yeti that is carrying him across the living room area of their private lodge, before he is deposited into a spacious chair. Jensen blinks a few times, uses one hand to rub his eyes, trying to get them to work at this obscenely early hour, and still without any coffee to help facilitate this debacle. But Jared is back, and Jensen perks up as the smell of his preferred Americano begins to waft up, and he quickly sips some of the flavorful liquid, only slightly wincing as it was still most definitely to hot, but oh so worth the burn.
Jared’s hand enters his field of vision once more, and he is being offered his choice of a fresh croissant, a sinfully delicious double chocolate chunk cookie, or a freshly made beignet. He raises one dark golden eyebrow as he takes in the offering, still not even having managed to have looked out the window yet and has to wonder exactly what Jared is up to. And since he’s still not firing on all cylinders, words just start falling out of his mouth. “What is this? And why are you so, bouncy?”
Jared blinks a few times, and then his smile falters, and then he stills. This is when Jensen knows that he’s fucked up. Royally.
“I just wanted… to make… you a nice… morning surprise.” Jensen watches as his love completely deflates, and all he can do is slap himself mentally a few times and prepare to grovel.
“I’m sorry, I just, it’s early, I’m not caffeinated.” Jensen pauses, and finally glances out the floor to ceiling window as he searches for the words that he needs to make this right, and then his brain completely fritzes out. The sight that he beholds is simply breathtaking. Big, fat, fluffy flakes are falling down outside, swirling on the wind as they look for somewhere to land, to add to the accumulation that amassed in the night. The sun isn’t visible, not with the thick cloud cover, but that didn’t stop the view from being any less incredible as Jensen looked out at row after row of tall pine trees, their limbs weighed down, their ghostly silhouettes against the majestic beauty of the mountains that rise up behind them. And now Jensen feels like a complete and total asshole, which was not a great way to start off their Christmas vacation.
He takes another hearty swig of his coffee, then places the cup on the end table that flanks the chair he is seated in. Jensen takes a deep breath, and then slides out of his seat and knee walks the few feet that separate him and his dejected love. He slots his body in between the powerful thighs of a man that he has spent a not insignificant amount of his life worshipping. He slides his hands up and cups Jared’s face, finger’s curling back and around his long neck, and Jensen really wants to flick his tongue out, and lick across the pulse point that is beating so rapidly, as his love waits, fearing that he had done something wrong, and that it wasn’t actually just Jensen being his normal grumpy self this early in the morning.
He leans in then, his stubble sliding along the smooth jaw that is covered in perfectly golden skin, until his plush lips are barely brushing against the delicate shell of an ear that he has whispered more utterly filthy requests into than he would ever care to admit to and adds an apology to the pile. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I don’t have a good excuse for my behavior. I know you were trying to make this as memorable as possible for us, and I just want to say thank you. For all that you do.” Jensen pulled back then and saw the watery smile that was curving the full lips he couldn’t wait to kiss, knowing that he needed to restrain himself, at least for a moment more. Until Jared said something. Anything, really.
A massive hand slid over one of Jensen’s own, where it was still cupping Jared’s face, and then the other slid up and tangled in his hair, and helped to pull him forward, stopping when he was just a hairsbreadth away from his love, and then those lips twisted into a sincere smile. “I know, darlin’. And I love you too.” With that tender declaration, Jared was pulling him forward, and he parted his lips so that the sleek tongue could slide inside and explore, just as it had a million times before, but it never got old. It was still just as exciting as their first kiss, so long ago, when they had both been a little drunk, and a little scared, neither one quite certain where this would end up going, but both knowing that they desperately wanted to find out. Jensen melted into the wall of muscle that was inching closer to the edge of his seat, as he was engulfed in the powerful limbs that he simply adored, loving it so damn much anytime Jared would decide to manhandle him, never wanting to admit to it, but just knowing that Jared knew was enough.
They stayed like that for a while, Jensen kneeling on the soft carpet, while Jared wrapped around all parts of him, just kissing, some soft, some passionate, some tender, and some with an enthusiasm that soon led to Jared leaning back, and looking down at Jensen with his glorious kaleidoscope eyes as they blazed with an emotion that Jensen would always be able to recognize. He shuffled closer, and then leaned in, mouthing at the prominent bulge that was barely concealed by the flannel pajamas pants that Jared had decided to wear. Jensen wrapped his large hands around the taut thighs of his love, and gave a firm tug, chuckling as Jared’s eyes widened in surprise, because he would always seem to forget that Jensen had his own very well-defined set of muscles. Not nearly as prominent as Jared’s, but they were indeed there, just under his generously freckle covered skin.
Jensen smiled up at Jared, as he undid the tie that held the pajama bottoms in place, and then his fingers were sliding the waistband down, and his leaf-green eyes were widening at the sight that would never get old. As he revealed Jared’s glorious cock, he could feel his mouth already watering at the marvelous sight. He leaned in and swiped away the tangy bead of precome that had already leaked out, savoring the taste that only he knew. Soft kitten licks followed, and then he was using both hands as he began to swallow down his prize. He could hear the deep groans raining down upon him, barely see the massive paws tightening around the arms of the chair, as he sank lower, taking in more and more of the incredible cock that he could spend the rest of his life worshipping.
But apparently, Jared had other plans. As Jensen found out, when he was pulled off and picked up, and carried to the massive fireplace that dominated the far side of the room. He could feel the heat as he was laid down onto the fabulously soft, and amazingly luxurious faux fur, his nose being tickled as he was rolled over and stripped bare in just moments. It was then that he spied the bottle of lube sitting on the floor, next to the couch that sat directly in front of the rock-faced fireplace. It didn’t take long for Jared to get Jensen prepped, for those thick fingers to slide in and pump, then scissor, then just tease over his sweet spot, which always resulted in Jensen dissolving into whatever surface he was laid out upon. But Jared was really pulling out the stops today, he had laid himself out of the fur on his back and slid in between Jensen’s spread legs.
Jensen tried to control his cries of ecstasy as Jared’s unbelievable mouth worked him over, as his tongue swiped at the bundle of nerves just below the head of his cock, as he surged up, taking Jensen in as far as he could at this angle, swallowing around the head that was buried in his throat, giving a few slow bobs, with his cheeks hollowed, as he hummed around the cock he never seemed to be able to get enough of. Jensen closed his eyes against the incredible sight, seeing Jared move up and down, feeling his fingers stroking in so damn deep, and just when Jensen thought he couldn’t take another moment, Jared was gone. And Jensen had a second of fear, but he knew better, he did. So, he remained where he was, patiently waiting, and in no time at all, Jared was over him, slowing pushing his magnificent cock in until he was flush with Jensen.
“God, do you have any idea how good you feel? How perfectly you hold me?” Jensen shivered as that husky baritone washed over him, soaking into every single pore. Wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever, feeling safe and secure as his own personal Yeti was wrapped all around him, making him feel small, in the very best way.
“I only know how good you make me feel. Every single time you fill me with that monster cock of yours.” Jensen gasped as Jared shifted his hips, ground down for a moment, before he pulled almost all the way out, then pushing back in slowly as he corkscrewed his hips. Jensen was quite certain the heartfelt moan he let loose communicated that he had now lost all language skills completely. Jared gave a few more exquisitely slow, teasing strokes, during which time Jensen had to evaluate his life, trying to determine if he was ready to meet his maker, because much more of what Jared was doing, and he was going to die from the sheer pleasure of the act. He may have finally managed to communicate that fact to Jared, because two massive hands were wrapping around his hips then, and well, then he just had to hang on.
Jensen had always appreciated Jared’s physique. ‘Cause seriously, who wouldn’t? But when his shy, tender, and sensitive lover decided that he had had enough, and he was ready to step things up, he didn’t fool around. He simply morphed into a machine whose only purpose was to dole out as much pleasure as was physically possible without Jensen dying in the process. But today might indeed be the day, because the stream of moans and gasping exclamations that were tumbling out of Jensen’s mouth was enough to cause concern. But Jensen couldn’t let it stop, not until he was ready, so his hand crept back and up, until he could wrap around the thigh that was working so hard to give him such incredible ecstasy.
But Jared was being indecisive today, and no sooner had his fingers started to curl around the powerful muscle, than Jared was pulling out completely, and manhandling Jensen onto his back. His narrow hips were quickly snatched up and angled so that Jared could sink back in, his own gasping cries filling the room as he did. Jensen curled up, and found the lips of his lover, as his hips were once again back to pounding into his husband. Of teasing out one ecstasy filled cry after another. Jensen could feel it then, as his balls began to draw up, as the surge of emotion was sweeping across his body.
“’M close, sweetheart.” Jared caught his lips once more, as he ground down with his hips, rolling them softly, as he pressed Jensen’s rock-hard cock between their bellies, as the friction proved to be just perfect, and then Jensen’s head was sagging back against the fur, as he shot his release across both of their bellies. As pulse after pulse was ripped from him, as he was held tight by the powerful body that he loved more than he had ever thought it would be possible to love anyone.
Jared was still kissing him, as his hips began to stutter, and then Jensen could feel the hot pulses filling him, as Jared came deep inside his husband. They completely collapsed then, Jared rolling them over, so that Jensen was sprawled over his broad chest, and they lay there, trying to catch their breath, savoring the warmth of the fireplace, Jensen melting a little bit more as Jared’s massive hands began to slide up and down his back, softly scratching all of the pale freckle covered flesh that he encountered along the way.
It was perfect, it really was, except for one thing.
“I really am sorry. I know you worked so hard to make this perfect, and I want you to know I appreciate it, I really do…” Jensen apology was cut off as Jared raised his head and captured the kiss-swollen lips that he simply never seemed to tire of showering with ceaseless devotion.
“I know, darlin’. After all this time, you think I don’t know when not to wake you?”
Jensen had to pause and think about that statement, because he still wasn’t caffeinated, and his stomach was now thinking about growling, and Jared had just admitted that he had set him up…
“But why?”
“Because sometimes, breaking away from the norm can lead to amazing things. And what we just did, I think that was pretty amazing, don’t you?”
Jensen couldn’t help the broad smile that spread across his face. That made him want nothing more than to do it all over again.
“Well, then, how about round two? In the shower?” Jensen could see the gleam in Jared’s gorgeous hazel eye as he suggested it, knowing how much his beloved enjoyed manhandling Jensen anytime they got into the shower, and this one had a wide bench, that would be perfect for Jensen to be able to ride Jared right off into the sunset… I mean, they were in the Rockies after all.
Jensen could be forgiven for the squeak that escaped him, as Jared rolled over and got up, all while never relinquishing his hold on Jensen. And then they were marching across the lodge, Jensen held tight against his muscled behemoth. A smile plastered on his face, because this was only the first day of their two-week vacation, and God only knew when the blizzard would end, and they would be forced to go out and rejoin civilization. But until then, well they would just have to make every second count.
The End