Stages



one week

Jensen's bed is too short; Jared's feet hang over the end as he lies spread-eagled on his back, clutching the headboard as Jensen slides his fingers in and out of his ass. The room smells like sex and alcohol, and Jared's vision blurs as he moans now, Jen and Jensen starts fucking him.

It was an inevitability. Two years of living in each other's space, spending nearly every minute of every day together. Jared knows it's only been a week since Jensen's hand on his chest abruptly became Jensen's hand down his pants, but if you asked him when it started, Jared would say when we met.

Jensen's skin is warm, tanned, beautiful. Jared's seen it before but it's different now; his muscles bunch and tighten in different ways, there's beads of sweat rolling down his chest that have nothing to do with the action scenes from the day's shooting. His face clenches up and Jared tugs him down for a kiss, that familiar stubble feeling so unfamiliar and perfect against his face.

He feels special; he's the only one who gets to hear Jensen moan like that. He's the only one who gets to hear Jensen's voice crack as he mumbles filth into Jared's ear. The only one who is allowed to hear Jensen come.

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one month

Sera catches them in Jared's trailer, Jensen's hand down Jared's pants and Jared moaning like it's the best thing that's ever happened to him (truth). Her gasp alerts them, and they turn as one, Jensen snatching his hand away too late, Jared's mouth falling open on a groan. Sera mutters an apology with gleaming eyes, and slams the door shut. Jensen bursts out laughing, and it's a full minute before he remembers what he was doing and falls to his knees to finish Jared off.

It's not as bad as it could have been. She tells Eric, who drags the boys into his office to have 'a quiet word'. It's one of the more uncomfortable meetings of Jared's life, and Eric only lets them go once he has their assurance that they won't fool around on set anymore. Too dangerous, he says. What if it had been some lowly set hand who caught them? It'd be all over the internet by now! He's not too amused by Jensen's mutterings of it already is.

That night, in Jared's bed, they laugh about how it's a damned good thing no one caught them the other day in Impala #2.

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one year

Jensen surveys the kitchen and curses loudly, running a flustered hand through his hair and getting even more frustrated when he realizes that said hand was liberally spattered with batter and his hair is now sticking up like that chick in Something About Mary.

So much for a cake for their one-year anniversary.

He manages to clean the kitchen up with minutes to spare before Jared's scheduled arrival, and goes to take a shower, assuming that Jared will let himself in like usual. He's honestly not surprised when the bathroom door opens and Jared comes in, and they spend the first half hour of their anniversary making love in the shower. Jared wraps his hands around Jensen's hips and slides into him, and Jensen moans and gurgles and knocks all his shampoo and soap to the floor as he comes all over the side of the cubicle.

Later, they go out for sushi and try to ignore the smiles of the other patrons in the restaurant as they feed each other. Jensen knows it's horribly corny and silly, and as he presses a morsel of fish into Jared's mouth, he plants a light kiss on his ear and says I love you.

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two years

Supernatural's over, their fourth season ending with Sam and Dean driving off into the sunset, the Impala half-dead, and rock music spilling from her battered tape deck. Jared's relieved; he's planning to not do anything remotely resembling work for at least a year.

Even though it's selfish, he's gotta admit that he's a little hurt when Jensen decides to stay in LA for a while to film some crappy movie before joining Jared in Texas.

Long-distance relationships are pretty much the worst thing ever - just ask Jared how he and Sandy managed (or didn't manage) - and Jared's house in Texas is huge, empty, and even with the dogs barking and running around, it's far too quiet. He misses Jensen clattering around in the kitchen as he tries (and usually fails) to cook pancakes, misses him plucking away on his guitar in the quiet evenings, even misses his goddamned snoring which makes for a very grumpy Jared most mornings.

They clock up hours of phone calls; hundreds of text messages. Jensen's not very good on the phone, but Jared makes up for that by chatting away a hundred words a minute about his family, his friends, the goddamned heat of Texas, and then Jensen says I miss you.

It's only been a week and a half, but Jared's on a plane the next day and crowding up Jensen's small apartment in LA a few hours later. It's like they've been apart for months; they don't even make it to the bed before they're stripping their clothes off and stroking each other to panting, groaning orgasms.

The next day, when Jensen goes to set, Jared finds them a place to rent with enough space for his dogs.

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five years

It ends with a simple phone message.

I need you back. Come see me?

Jensen listens to the message about fifteen times, and goes to grab his keys. He shows up on Jared's doorstep, the Texas midday sun hurting his eyes because he was in such a hurry to get there that he forgot his sunglasses. Three months, three goddamn months of 'trying to find my place', of half-hearted phone calls and uncomfortable meetings and Jensen trying desperately to pretend like he was okay when he was breaking inside every time he saw Jared. Let's just be friends for a while, okay? Jared had said, and Jensen had nodded numbly.

Jared opens his door and his face sags in relief when he sees Jensen there. Before Jensen can even say anything, Jared pulls him into a bearhug and holds him tight, just holding him like he used to before all this started.

It's not better immediately. Words are said, voices are raised, and at one point Jensen's sure Jared's just going to throw his hands in the air and give up, but they get through it.

The dogs curl up next to Jensen on the sofa as they watch some crappy reality show, and he idly scratches Sadie behind her ears as Jared strokes his thumb across the back of Jensen's hand.

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twenty years

Jensen still can't cook, but then, Jared's never claimed to be a gourmet, so he eats it anyway. In the evenings, they often play guitar together, Jared plucking at the strings inexpertly (he'll never have the dextrous hands that Jensen does) as Jensen picks out the notes and sings quietly.

Jared never tires of complaining about how there is no such thing as a bed that's long enough for him. Jensen just rolls his eyes and tells him how it's a good thing that he loves Jared so much, otherwise he would have dumped his ass years ago for wearing socks to bed. Then he pushes Jared onto his stomach and presses his cock inside him as Jared moans and clutches the headboard. Jensen tangles his hand in Jared's, their identical rings catching the light, and kisses the back of his neck as he fucks him slowly.

Nothing has changed.

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