Sometimes, Jared gets the clothes before Jensen’s mama can wash them. He doesn’t know why he likes that they still smell like Jensen, but he does.

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“The girls liked to gossip about how handsome you were, about how—” He blushed a little. “They liked that you were a Warrior. They thought you would be… be fierce in bed. Like a dragon.”

I don’t do relationships, he says, not an apology but a simple statement of fact.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty sight for sore eyes,” Jensen says with a chuckle, that stupid sex bomb voice of his low and raspy from the weed.


It’s not much, but it’s Jensen, and Jared will take whatever he can get of him. Even if it’s just a high intensity kiss once a week. He’ll fucking take it gladly, even if he’s dying on the inside for more.

Jensen will admit to himself that his protests are only token and that deep down, he’s pretty damn happy to let Jared walk all over him. Jared will give him the puppy eyes and Jensen will cave. Like he always does.

“You sure do bleed pretty.” Jared flicks his tongue again, curls it around his canine tooth and edges in, like he’s thinking about how Jensen might taste.

J2 + first meetings/impressions

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