The Jensen Ackles Show



Four weeks to go

"You doin' anything for Thanksgiving?" Jared asked casually, standing at the stove and staring intently at the grilled cheese sandwich in the frying pan. He checked the underside carefully before turning to Jensen and raising his eyebrows.

"Dunno," Jensen said, having made vague and idle plans to perhaps go see his sister and her boyfriend.

"'Cause my parents are coming up and I think we should cook Thanksgiving dinner for them. You know, the first Thanksgiving we're having in an actual house since the show started?" Jared's eyes were bright and enthusiastic, and Jensen grinned, unable to say no.

"Yeah," he said, "we can cook for them."

"Awesome!" Jared said, and turned back to the stove, where his grilled cheese sandwich was starting to burn. Jensen rolled his eyes and shut the kitchen door before the smoke alarm went off.

"You might wanna leave the cooking to me," he said, and Jared sighed in agreement.

~~~

Two days to go

"We are not deep frying the turkey," Jensen said seriously, standing between Jared and the frozen turkey on the bench.

"But..."

"No!" Jensen whacked Jared on the ass with a wooden spoon, and Jared retreated, looking hurt.

"But Paula Deen says..."

"I don't give a damn what Paula fucking Deen says," Jensen replied, his voice tight and frustrated, "we are not deep frying the fucking turkey!"

"But my parents are coming and..."

"No!"

It was harsh enough that Jared fled, stopping only to grab a beer off the table. Jensen turned back to the bench and his recipe book, muttering fiercely about yams and beans and where he was going to get good cornbread this far from Texas.

~~~

Thanksgiving Day, 12.30pm

Jensen took a break once the turkey was in the oven, pouring himself a glass of wine and retreating to the porch for a few minutes. He took his list with him, and went over it a few more times, checking that he had everything organized and nothing was going to go wrong. He tried to pretend that he wasn't worried at all about Jared's parents coming up for Thanksgiving, tried to pretend it was just Jared he was trying to impress, but he was finding it surprisingly hard to lie to himself.

He sipped his wine and shivered a little in the cold air, wondering if he'd have time to sneak a cigarette before Jared got back from the liquor store and caught him at it. Too late, though - Jared's giant black SUV pulled into the driveway, and Jared leaped out, banging the doors and running around to the back to open up the trunk. Jensen put his glass down, wondering exactly how much alcohol Jared expected the four of them to drink, and was surprised to see a large number of bags from the grocery store.

"Uh, Jared," he said, going to help him unload, "we already have everything we need, I checked!"

"I was looking through the cupboards and realized that we don't have any pumpkin pie filling or mashed potatoes or cranberry sauce or ANYTHING!" Jared said loudly. "Dude, what's wrong with you?"

Jensen blinked and looked in the bags, feeling his heart sink when he saw that Jared had indeed bought all of the above, and then some. Hell, there were even frozen apple pies in there!

"Jared," Jensen said calmly, taking the bags inside and putting them down on the kitchen floor, "do you not remember me saying we're making it all from scratch? I have recipes!" He picked up the closest one, the one for cranberry sauce, and shoved it at Jared, who bit his lip and looked ashamed.

"Shit. I forgot," he said, looking forlorn. "Um. I'll just save it for another time, yeah?"

"Yeah," Jensen sighed, putting the instant food away. "Um, why don't you go make sure the table is set and there aren't any condom wrappers shoved down the back of the sofa? I've got a lot to do in here."

Jensen missed the sad puppy look Jared shot at him by turning away just in time.

~~~

Thanksgiving Day, 5.30pm

The turkey was nearly ready, Jared's parents would be there in less than an hour, and Jensen hadn't made the mashed potatoes yet. He was running around like a headless chicken, trying to make sure the salads weren't wilting and the chocolate pudding wasn't sinking and the stuffing wasn't dried out and fucking Jared was sitting in the living room with his fucking feet up, watching fucking cartoons or something with a beer in his hand, and Jensen thought he might be about to yell. He glared at the potatoes boiling on the stove, willing the damned things to just cook already so he could mash them, concentrating so hard that when Jared snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, he almost screamed.

"Jared! The fuck?" Jensen yelled, turning around to glare at Jared who didn't even have the good grace to look ashamed.

"Christ, Jen, calm down!" Jared said, looking a little worried. "You're panicking and you're gonna start hyperventilating like you did on my birthday if you don't calm the hell down."

"I am calm," Jensen said, his teeth grinding together. "The pie is cooked, the turkey is nearly done, the chocolate pudding is not sinking, the salads are ready and in the fridge, the cranberry sauce is on the table, the sweet potatoes and pies are in the other oven keeping warm, the ice cream's almost frozen, the cheesecake is in the fridge, and the asparagus and beans will take ten seconds. All I have to do is the fucking mashed potatoes, and the damned things have been boiling for ten minutes and they are still rock solid."

"Whoa," Jared said, holding his hands out in what he probably thought was a calming fashion, "why not just make the mashed potatoes from the box? I bought some today, you could use..."

"I am not making fucking mashed potatoes from a box!" Jensen yelled, waving the spoon in Jared's face. "I have spent days planning this, I have bought all the ingredients, I have made everything from scratch, hell, I even bought a pumpkin and chopped it up and cooked it for the pie! I made ice cream! I will not let fucking mashed potatoes foil me!"

Jared took a step back, his face dark with anger. "Dude. I'm gonna leave you alone till you've calmed the hell down and realized it's my parents, not the fucking Pope coming to dinner. You're acting like my grandmother used to act at Thanksgiving - even though she cooked awesome food, no one could bear to speak to her for days afterwards because she was such a bitch in the kitchen. And you know what? I offered to help yesterday, and you fucking yelled at me." He turned and walked away, and Jensen suddenly felt like the most horrible person on the face of the earth.

He turned back to the oven and viciously stabbed the potatoes with a knife; finally, they were done. He sliced a large knob of butter into the pot, added the garlic and a dash of milk, and grabbed the masher. This would hopefully be therapeutic.

***

Ten minutes later, Jensen sat down at the kitchen table and poured himself some more wine. He gulped down half a glass and leaned his forehead on his hands. The smell of turkey and pie filled the house, but Jensen couldn't quite get into the Thanksgiving mood right now. He took a deep breath and stood up, not bothering to take off his apron before grabbing another beer for Jared out of the fridge and heading into the lounge, where Jared was still watching Paula Deen on the television. He glanced around and saw that the place was spotless; Jared had even dusted the mantelpiece and folded the napkins into fancy shapes. The nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach grew till it almost choked him, but he didn't know what to say.

"I was going to use her recipe for a gooey chocolate butter cake," Jensen said quietly, standing behind the sofa and combing his fingers through Jared's hair.

"Why didn't you?" Jared asked, not looking away from the television.

"Didn't want to use a box of chocolate cake mix," Jensen admitted, and Jared laughed quietly.

"Jared, I'm-"

"Yeah," Jared replied, not even letting Jensen finish. Jensen sighed and leaned over, burying his face in Jared's hair.

"Mmmm. So what are we having tonight?" Jared asked, and Jensen came around to sit on the couch, sliding his body down so his head was in Jared's lap. Jared shifted a little under him and put his hand on Jensen's chest, accepting Jensen's unspoken apology.

"Oh god," Jensen groaned. "Maple-roasted turkey, with southern cornbread stuffing. Homemade apricot and cranberry jelly, green beans with shallots, pear and blue cheese salad, mashed potatoes with garlic, stuffed sweet potatoes with pecans and marshmallow, a spinach and orange salad, steamed asparagus with butter, and for dessert there's chocolate pudding, brandied pumpkin pie, a caramel apple cheesecake, and ice cream."

Jared didn't say a word, and Jensen opened his eyes with difficulty, staring up at Jared. "What?"

"I am so horny right now," Jared confessed.

"What, me cooking makes you horny?" Jensen asked, amused. "Maybe I shoulda done it naked."

"Works for me," Jared growled, the sound deep and low, making Jensen shiver. "You gonna relax a bit now?"

"Yeah," Jensen said, feeling his body heat up from the strength of Jared's gaze. "Everything's done, it's in the oven keeping warm or in the fridge keeping cold, I can relax for the next half hour or so."

"Good," Jared replied. "That's just enough time for me to suck you off."

Jensen's eyes widened. "Half an hour!" he yelped. "What if they're early?" It wasn't like he'd never met Jared's parents before, but this would be the first time they met Jensen as their son's live-in boyfriend, and having them arrive to find him and Jared sprawled naked across the couch was not exactly the impression he wanted to make. His train of thought was interrupted when Jared slid out from underneath him, tugging Jensen's body around so he was sitting on the couch with his legs spread.

"Take your pants off," Jared ordered, kneeling on the floor between Jensen's knees. Jensen blinked and stared, feeling his dick hardening in his pants despite himself. He bit his lip, his gaze fixed on Jared's while he reached underneath the stupid apron he was wearing and unbuttoned his pants. He was about to sit forward to untie the apron strings, but Jared's hands stopped him.

"Leave it on," he whispered, and Jensen gaped at him.

"Dude. It's an apron. I spilled pumpkin on it."

"Shut up," Jared murmured, tugging Jensen's pants down and pushing his head underneath the apron.

"Oh god," Jensen whimpered. He peered down at the shape of Jared beneath the brightly colored apron with its stripes and bows and was torn between shame and arousal. Jared breathed out, hot air washing over Jensen's dick, and before Jensen could object further, he took the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked gently.

Christ. Jensen had to see this; he pushed the stupid apron aside, struggling with the ties and yanking it away so Jared's head was exposed and he could clearly see his cock disappearing into Jared's wide mouth.

"Spoilsport," Jared grumbled softly, punctuating the word with a long lick up the shaft of Jensen's cock and a swirl of his tongue at the head. Jensen ignored him, wrapping his hands around Jared's head and guiding him, letting Jared swallow his dick, gently pressing him down and down till Jensen's balls were pressed against Jared's chin. He spread his legs further, hampered by the pants still around his calves, and tipped his head back on the couch, moaning freely and without restraint. Jared's tongue and lips and throat were going to kill him one day, and he could feel his balls tightening up and his entire body tingling with heat and arousal.

"Fuck, stop, I'm gonna," he gasped, pushing Jared's head away before dragging Jared up onto his lap. "Get your pants off, I'm gonna fuck you." Jared nodded feverishly, and his pants disappeared in a flash. He dug around in the couch cushions while Jensen slid his hand teasingly up and down Jared's cock, enjoying the whimpers he made whenever he rubbed his thumb over the head.

"Here," Jared said roughly, shoving a travel-sized tube of lube into Jensen's hand and spreading his legs around him. Jensen stared at the lube for a moment before glaring at Jared.

"Dude! I told you to get rid of the lube and condoms in the sofa!"

Jared rolled his eyes. "No one was going to find it unless they went digging, and anyone going digging in our couch cushions is just asking for trouble. Now fucking hurry up, we only got twenty minutes."

Jensen blinked and nodded, slicking his fingers and opening Jared up quickly. Jared groaned and kissed him, eating at his mouth and fucking himself on Jensen's fingers. God, no matter how many times he did this, prepping Jared for sex never became any less appealing. He writhed on Jensen's hand, mouth open and panting like it was the best thing ever, and Jensen was tempted to just get him off like this, finger-fuck him till he came in hot spurts over Jensen's body. So fucking tempting, but Jared had other plans tonight; he grabbed the lube in shaking hands and spread it over Jensen's dick.

"Now," Jared grunted, slipping free of Jensen's hand and positioning himself. Jensen bit his lip, holding his cock at the base for Jared to slide down onto, gasping as he was surrounded by tight heat.

"Gonna fuck you now," Jared whispered in his ear, his voice tight and breathy.

"God, yes," Jensen responded, wrapping his hands around Jared's slim hips, lifting him and pulling him down, their bodies moving together like a dance. Jesus Christ, he wasn't going to last much more than a minute; the blowjob and now this, Jared riding his cock, whimpering and panting above him, his hands tight on Jensen's shoulders. Jensen grunted, fucked, snapping his hips upwards in short, sharp bursts, and he was surprised to feel Jared tighten and come without his cock even being touched, hot strands shooting out and landing all over Jensen's shirt.

"Holy crap," Jensen gasped, and Jared grinned down at him, languidly shifting his hips around, squeezing tight around Jensen.

"You gonna come in me?" Jared asked softly. He drew his tongue along the rim of Jensen's ear, the heat almost burning, and Jensen nodded. "C'mon, wanna feel it. Wanna feel your come inside me, wanna feel it all hot and wet up in there..."

" Oh god," Jensen choked, and came, his head falling back against the couch, his eyes wide and mouth open, gasping. Jared chuckled softly and bent down to kiss him.

They didn't move for several minutes, and when the doorbell rang, they both almost leaped off the couch.

"Fuck!" Jared yelped. "They're early!"

"I know!" Jensen replied, shoving Jared off of him and trying to find his pants. "Fuck, there's come all over my fucking shirt!"

Jared looked at him and burst out laughing. "You go get changed, I'll get the door." He was already almost dressed, his underwear back on and his pants pulled up, and Jensen fled, clutching his come-stained shirt and his pants. He frantically cleaned himself up, stripping off his shirt and wiping come off of his body before finding a new set of clothes. When he was dressed and presentable, he paused for a moment to consider that the panic which had filled him earlier had completely vanished. He chuckled quietly to himself, and went to greet Jared's parents.

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