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Nov. 12th, 2010 12:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smackenzie(note: this bit is nc-17. just so you know. :D )
On Wednesday Chris’ band had a gig – the club wasn’t a very big place, but Oklahoma Ford was headlining, which was something - and Jensen thought it might be fun to take Matt for their second date. It was his turn to plan, and since Matt had made him go bowling, it seemed only fair for him to drag Matt to a show.
Besides, Jensen really liked the band and was trying to get more people interested in their music. And after the show, maybe they could go back to Matt’s place or he could bring Matt to his. Chris would make himself scarce, Jensen knew.
Matt was up for it, although he wanted a chance to listen to some of the songs so he was at least a little bit prepared, so Jensen got his email address to send him a link to the band’s web site.
“I’m on Facebook,” Matt said, and Jensen had to admit that he hated Facebook and never used it. But Chris kept telling him he needed more of a social network presence than just a Myspace page if he ever wanted to get the word out about his music, and Jensen knew he’d have to cave eventually. Just not yet.
“I don’t know who’s opening,” Jensen said. “We can get something to eat first. Oklahoma Ford probably won’t go on until ten. Chris said he’d put us on the list, so we won’t have to worry about getting in.” Not that Jensen – or the band – expected the show to sell out, but Chris kind of liked being able to put people on a guest list, and Jensen kind of liked being on it. He really wasn’t much of a glory hound, but he still got a kick out of saying “I’m with the band” when club security tried to stop him.
Maybe he got a kick out of it because he’d only gotten to do it twice....
Danneel was showing way too much interest in his new dating life, so Jensen didn’t even bother to call and tell her about the second date. He knew she’d call him. He was at work when she did, though, and by the time he got a chance to call her back she was working, so their conversations for two days were confined to voice mail – Danneel wanting to know what Jensen had planned and if he wanted to know if Matt did, and Jensen giving a few details but not wanting to know anything from Matt other than the fact that he’d said he wanted to see Jensen again.
Since it was Jensen’s turn to plan it was also his turn to drive, which was fine because he could find his way to the club if he was driving, but he didn’t trust himself to be able to get directions. (Gus, the bass player in the band, was making Jensen drive everywhere himself rather than get a ride, on the theory that he’d figure out how to get around faster that way, and thus get lost a lot less.) He managed to not get lost on his way to pick Matt up, and continued to not get lost on the way to the club, and even found a decent parking spot.
They ate at a brewpub down the street from the club and talked about a random assortment of things that seemed both less personal and more intimate. There were only two awkward silences – one after Matt casually mentioned an ex-boyfriend, and one after Jensen said something snide about book critics – but overall it was a comfortable conversation. Jensen liked spending time with Matt and Matt seemed to like spending time with him, and Jensen was a little proud of himself for acting like a reasonably social adult on not one, but two dates with someone he’d really only just met.
And add in the new friend he’d apparently made in Jared from the art gallery, and he was starting to think maybe he was getting better at being an extrovert. Next thing you knew, he’d be making the first move.
He didn’t think he’d have to psych himself up for that, though, because watching Matt sip his beer made Jensen want to lick the foam off his lips and kiss him breathless.
Hopefully later. He didn’t have to be in the coffeeshop until two tomorrow. He could plan ahead.
The opening act was just getting off the stage by the time they made it to the club and Jensen got to say “I’m on the list” to the guy on the door. Jensen stopped at Oklahoma Ford’s merch table to say hi to Chris’ friend Brittany, who had started out as a fan and a groupie and webmistress of the best of the early fan web sites. She’d dated Chris for a while, built the band’s official web site (which she now maintained along with their Facebook page – Chris handled the Myspace and the Twitter, because Myspace didn’t piss him off and Twitter was fun), and ended up a genuine friend of Chris and Aly and coincidentally the one person who was always, always ready to man the merch table if they couldn’t get someone else to do it.
“Who’s your friend?” she asked Jensen, not quite leering at Matt but almost.
“This is Matt,” he said.
“Hi, Matt.” She smiled winningly. Jensen didn’t know how to tell her that even if Matt hadn’t been there as his date, there was no way the guy was going to be interested in her. She leaned over the table and held out her hand to shake. “I’m Brittany. I’m one of their biggest fans and that’s really not as creepy as it sounds.”
“I believe you.” Matt smiled back.
“Could you hear the opening band?” Jensen asked her, “Were they any good?”
“I couldn’t tell,” she said. “I don’t think they were bad.”
“We’re gonna go in. I’ll see you later.”
He led Matt into the main area of the club, where people were milling around and trying to get closer to the stage while Oklahoma Ford set up. While they waited at the bar for a chance to order drinks, Jensen pointed out the various band members and gave Matt capsule biographies of everyone, including Aly’s boyfriend, Jason-the-other-guitarist’s wife, Seth (the original bass player), Steve (the original guitarist), and the two drummers they’d had before Aly. Jensen hadn’t really known them and neither of them had been with the band for very long, and unlike Seth and Steve, when they left they effectively cut ties with everyone in the band.
“I think it just wasn’t their kind of music,” Jensen said. “It happens.”
When the lights dimmed and the band came on stage, Jensen pulled Matt as close to the stage as they could get so he could better appreciate the music and Chris’ skill as a front man. On days when Jensen wanted to be in a band, rather than a solo artist, Oklahoma Ford was the kind of band he wanted to be in. The current lineup had been together for a couple of years now – Aly was the newest member, although after two years she really wasn’t new any more – and they were incredibly tight. They worked well together, they were friends off-stage, and they all clearly loved playing and loved being in the band.
Jensen knew all the songs and couldn’t stop himself from singing along, and at one point he leaned in to Matt to say something and Matt kissed him on the cheek. It was very quick, no more than a peck, but Jensen forgot what he’d been singing and what he’d wanted to say, and Matt just grinned at him. Jensen thought he might be blushing.
“Are you having fun?” Jensen asked.
“What do you think?”
Ok, it was a stupid question. The guy had just planted a quick one on his face. You didn’t do that if you weren’t enjoying yourself.
“The music’s good too,” Matt added, grinning brightly. Jensen recovered enough to laugh.
After the show he wanted to take Matt backstage to meet the band, but Matt said he was kind of tired and maybe another time, but did Jensen want to go back to his place for coffee or a nightcap or something?
And Jensen said yes, thinking Oh hell yes, but can we skip the coffee and go right to the kissing and the fucking?
Not that he would ever say that out loud, at least not in public.
He made one wrong turn going back to Matt’s place, although to be fair Matt was giving him directions so it wasn’t Jensen’s fault. Jensen had turned off his phone in the bar while they were having dinner (Matt hadn’t, but no one called so apparently his friend no longer thought Jensen was dangerous), and after he parked and got out of the car he turned it on just to make sure Danneel hadn’t tried to call. But of course she had. It was a text this time – “HAVE FUN! WEAR PROTECTION!” – which made him laugh and annoyed him at the same time.
“What?” Matt asked, having heard the laugh.
“Just Danneel telling us to have a good time.”
“You got that text too?” Matt grinned. “Don’t worry, I’m prepared.”
He lived by himself and didn’t have a very big apartment – just two rooms, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. He made Jensen take off his shoes and leave them by the front door, and then Jensen had to excuse himself to take a leak. When he was done Matt was in the kitchen asking what he wanted to drink.
“I’ll make coffee if you want,” he said, “or I have iced. There’s soda, orange juice, wine, beer, of course....” He turned away from the fridge, a bottle of Corona in one hand, and Jensen kissed him.
Really kissed him.
Matt wrapped both arms around Jensen’s neck and kissed back. Jensen could feel the bottle of beer chilling his shoulderblade through his t-shirt, but he didn’t care. When they finally pulled apart to breathe, Matt managed to get the bottle back in the fridge and kick the door shut before attacking Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen backed him against the counter and kissed him back. It felt like a rainstorm after a long drought, Matt’s tongue in his mouth and Matt’s hands on his ass and Matt’s leg pushing between his thighs. They ground together and Jensen could almost taste Matt’s moans in the back of his throat.
“You don’t know how badly I wanted you on Saturday,” Matt said, breathless, when they finally separated.
“I can guess,” Jensen answered. Guess, hell, he could feel.
“Not here. Come on.” Matt took his hand and led him towards the bedroom and the neatly made bed, which they fell on fully clothed.
It was hard to get undressed when you didn’t want to stop kissing your partner’s mouth or licking your way across his jaw and down his throat, but they managed, and it seemed that in no time at all they were both naked and panting and hard, Matt flat on his back on top of the covers and Jensen sprawled on top of him.
Jensen sat up – he wanted to take a minute to just look, to admire Matt’s nicely muscled chest and toned arms and strong-looking thighs and full cock, and he wanted to take more than a minute to lick every inch of Matt’s fair skin and see how much of a blush he could bring to its surface, but it had been a long time and his body was eager to get on with it.
Matt stretched out his arm, reaching for the drawer in the bedside table, but it was a little too far for him, so Jensen leaned over, yanked the drawer open, and retrieved a small bottle of lube and a new box of condoms.
“Bought them Sunday,” Matt said. “Don’t make me wait any more.”
Jensen could take a hint. He ripped the box open and pulled out a little foil square. He settled himself between Matt’s thighs and squirted lube on his fingers, and when Matt lifted his hips Jensen pushed first one and then two fingers inside his body. Matt’s breathing grew shallow and his chest heaved as Jensen probed, and even though part of Jensen wanted to take his time and go slow and explore, most of him wanted to fuck Matt now.
He ripped open the condom, rolled it on, draped Matt’s thighs over his shoulder, and thrust deep inside his waiting ass.
“Nng,” Matt groaned as Jensen started to move, hips pumping hard and driving deep. Matt’s skin was flushed and he groaned again as he reached for his own cock and started to stroke.
Jensen bit his lip to hold back his moans – he didn’t know how thick the apartment’s walls were and he didn’t want the neighbors to hear – and dug his fingers into Matt’s thigh, leaning into it as he thrust faster and faster. He couldn’t go any slower but he could hold back his orgasm for a while. At least, he thought he could. He wanted to wait – he didn’t want to come right away like an overeager teenager.
He leaned down to change the angle of his thrusts and Matt grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him down for a kiss, pushing against Jensen’s body as his tongue pushed into Jensen’s mouth. Jensen could feel his own orgasm building in his spine and his balls, but he had a feeling Matt was going to get there first.
And then Matt’s back arched and his ass clenched hard around Jensen’s cock as he groaned into Jensen’s mouth, and Jensen could feel Matt’s come warm and sticky between their bodies. He kept going, fucking Matt through his orgasm, and when he thought Matt was done, he sat up and let himself go, pounding into Matt’s body until he came as well.
He flopped forward, gasping for breath, relieved and exhausted and weirdly energized. He nuzzled against Matt’s cheek until Matt turned his head and they shared a lazy, sated kiss.
“You don’t have to go home, do you?” Matt asked. His voice was a little hoarse. Jensen shook his head. “Good. It’s late. You should stay here so you don’t have to drive home exhausted. I’m just looking out for your welfare.”
“Uh huh.” Jensen smiled.
“I can make you breakfast.”
“I think we should discuss it in the morning.”
“I think you’re right.”
Jensen dropped another kiss on Matt’s lips and said “I should probably, uh....” Matt nodded and Jensen felt stupid for having said something but relieved he didn’t actually have to finish his sentence, and he pulled out, unrolled the condom, and took it into the bathroom to flush it and so he could splash some water on his face.
He looked at himself in the mirror, at his flushed, post-coital face, and had to grin. Eight months was a long time, but he was pretty sure this was worth it. He might have to thank Danneel after all.
He almost walked into Matt as he was walking back into the bedroom – Matt had put on a t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts – and instead of a kiss Matt ruffled his hair and laughed at Jensen’s no doubt annoyed expression. But Jensen couldn’t be that annoyed, and it was a cute, affectionate gesture.
He pulled his boxer briefs back on, flipped the comforter around so neither of them would have to deal with the wet spot, and paused, feeling weird about climbing into bed before Matt got back. Of all the times to get self-conscious.
But then Matt came back from whatever he’d been doing, saw Jensen just standing there without a clue, and said “I do expect you to sleep in the bed, you know. It’s a lot more comfortable than the couch.” He walked around Jensen, lifting his hand to brush the back of Jensen’s neck as he did so, flipped the covers back, and climbed into bed. “Come on in, the bed’s already warm.”
Jensen wasn’t about to turn down the invitation. It just turned out that he really needed to hear it before he could do anything.
Matt shifted over to make room and Jensen followed him under the covers. The bed was warm with body heat, the mattress was comfortable, and when Matt rolled onto his stomach, threw his arm across Jensen’s chest, and mumbled “You can make the coffee”, that was comfortable too.
Comfortable was good. Jensen would take it.
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On Wednesday Chris’ band had a gig – the club wasn’t a very big place, but Oklahoma Ford was headlining, which was something - and Jensen thought it might be fun to take Matt for their second date. It was his turn to plan, and since Matt had made him go bowling, it seemed only fair for him to drag Matt to a show.
Besides, Jensen really liked the band and was trying to get more people interested in their music. And after the show, maybe they could go back to Matt’s place or he could bring Matt to his. Chris would make himself scarce, Jensen knew.
Matt was up for it, although he wanted a chance to listen to some of the songs so he was at least a little bit prepared, so Jensen got his email address to send him a link to the band’s web site.
“I’m on Facebook,” Matt said, and Jensen had to admit that he hated Facebook and never used it. But Chris kept telling him he needed more of a social network presence than just a Myspace page if he ever wanted to get the word out about his music, and Jensen knew he’d have to cave eventually. Just not yet.
“I don’t know who’s opening,” Jensen said. “We can get something to eat first. Oklahoma Ford probably won’t go on until ten. Chris said he’d put us on the list, so we won’t have to worry about getting in.” Not that Jensen – or the band – expected the show to sell out, but Chris kind of liked being able to put people on a guest list, and Jensen kind of liked being on it. He really wasn’t much of a glory hound, but he still got a kick out of saying “I’m with the band” when club security tried to stop him.
Maybe he got a kick out of it because he’d only gotten to do it twice....
Danneel was showing way too much interest in his new dating life, so Jensen didn’t even bother to call and tell her about the second date. He knew she’d call him. He was at work when she did, though, and by the time he got a chance to call her back she was working, so their conversations for two days were confined to voice mail – Danneel wanting to know what Jensen had planned and if he wanted to know if Matt did, and Jensen giving a few details but not wanting to know anything from Matt other than the fact that he’d said he wanted to see Jensen again.
Since it was Jensen’s turn to plan it was also his turn to drive, which was fine because he could find his way to the club if he was driving, but he didn’t trust himself to be able to get directions. (Gus, the bass player in the band, was making Jensen drive everywhere himself rather than get a ride, on the theory that he’d figure out how to get around faster that way, and thus get lost a lot less.) He managed to not get lost on his way to pick Matt up, and continued to not get lost on the way to the club, and even found a decent parking spot.
They ate at a brewpub down the street from the club and talked about a random assortment of things that seemed both less personal and more intimate. There were only two awkward silences – one after Matt casually mentioned an ex-boyfriend, and one after Jensen said something snide about book critics – but overall it was a comfortable conversation. Jensen liked spending time with Matt and Matt seemed to like spending time with him, and Jensen was a little proud of himself for acting like a reasonably social adult on not one, but two dates with someone he’d really only just met.
And add in the new friend he’d apparently made in Jared from the art gallery, and he was starting to think maybe he was getting better at being an extrovert. Next thing you knew, he’d be making the first move.
He didn’t think he’d have to psych himself up for that, though, because watching Matt sip his beer made Jensen want to lick the foam off his lips and kiss him breathless.
Hopefully later. He didn’t have to be in the coffeeshop until two tomorrow. He could plan ahead.
The opening act was just getting off the stage by the time they made it to the club and Jensen got to say “I’m on the list” to the guy on the door. Jensen stopped at Oklahoma Ford’s merch table to say hi to Chris’ friend Brittany, who had started out as a fan and a groupie and webmistress of the best of the early fan web sites. She’d dated Chris for a while, built the band’s official web site (which she now maintained along with their Facebook page – Chris handled the Myspace and the Twitter, because Myspace didn’t piss him off and Twitter was fun), and ended up a genuine friend of Chris and Aly and coincidentally the one person who was always, always ready to man the merch table if they couldn’t get someone else to do it.
“Who’s your friend?” she asked Jensen, not quite leering at Matt but almost.
“This is Matt,” he said.
“Hi, Matt.” She smiled winningly. Jensen didn’t know how to tell her that even if Matt hadn’t been there as his date, there was no way the guy was going to be interested in her. She leaned over the table and held out her hand to shake. “I’m Brittany. I’m one of their biggest fans and that’s really not as creepy as it sounds.”
“I believe you.” Matt smiled back.
“Could you hear the opening band?” Jensen asked her, “Were they any good?”
“I couldn’t tell,” she said. “I don’t think they were bad.”
“We’re gonna go in. I’ll see you later.”
He led Matt into the main area of the club, where people were milling around and trying to get closer to the stage while Oklahoma Ford set up. While they waited at the bar for a chance to order drinks, Jensen pointed out the various band members and gave Matt capsule biographies of everyone, including Aly’s boyfriend, Jason-the-other-guitarist’s wife, Seth (the original bass player), Steve (the original guitarist), and the two drummers they’d had before Aly. Jensen hadn’t really known them and neither of them had been with the band for very long, and unlike Seth and Steve, when they left they effectively cut ties with everyone in the band.
“I think it just wasn’t their kind of music,” Jensen said. “It happens.”
When the lights dimmed and the band came on stage, Jensen pulled Matt as close to the stage as they could get so he could better appreciate the music and Chris’ skill as a front man. On days when Jensen wanted to be in a band, rather than a solo artist, Oklahoma Ford was the kind of band he wanted to be in. The current lineup had been together for a couple of years now – Aly was the newest member, although after two years she really wasn’t new any more – and they were incredibly tight. They worked well together, they were friends off-stage, and they all clearly loved playing and loved being in the band.
Jensen knew all the songs and couldn’t stop himself from singing along, and at one point he leaned in to Matt to say something and Matt kissed him on the cheek. It was very quick, no more than a peck, but Jensen forgot what he’d been singing and what he’d wanted to say, and Matt just grinned at him. Jensen thought he might be blushing.
“Are you having fun?” Jensen asked.
“What do you think?”
Ok, it was a stupid question. The guy had just planted a quick one on his face. You didn’t do that if you weren’t enjoying yourself.
“The music’s good too,” Matt added, grinning brightly. Jensen recovered enough to laugh.
After the show he wanted to take Matt backstage to meet the band, but Matt said he was kind of tired and maybe another time, but did Jensen want to go back to his place for coffee or a nightcap or something?
And Jensen said yes, thinking Oh hell yes, but can we skip the coffee and go right to the kissing and the fucking?
Not that he would ever say that out loud, at least not in public.
He made one wrong turn going back to Matt’s place, although to be fair Matt was giving him directions so it wasn’t Jensen’s fault. Jensen had turned off his phone in the bar while they were having dinner (Matt hadn’t, but no one called so apparently his friend no longer thought Jensen was dangerous), and after he parked and got out of the car he turned it on just to make sure Danneel hadn’t tried to call. But of course she had. It was a text this time – “HAVE FUN! WEAR PROTECTION!” – which made him laugh and annoyed him at the same time.
“What?” Matt asked, having heard the laugh.
“Just Danneel telling us to have a good time.”
“You got that text too?” Matt grinned. “Don’t worry, I’m prepared.”
He lived by himself and didn’t have a very big apartment – just two rooms, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. He made Jensen take off his shoes and leave them by the front door, and then Jensen had to excuse himself to take a leak. When he was done Matt was in the kitchen asking what he wanted to drink.
“I’ll make coffee if you want,” he said, “or I have iced. There’s soda, orange juice, wine, beer, of course....” He turned away from the fridge, a bottle of Corona in one hand, and Jensen kissed him.
Really kissed him.
Matt wrapped both arms around Jensen’s neck and kissed back. Jensen could feel the bottle of beer chilling his shoulderblade through his t-shirt, but he didn’t care. When they finally pulled apart to breathe, Matt managed to get the bottle back in the fridge and kick the door shut before attacking Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen backed him against the counter and kissed him back. It felt like a rainstorm after a long drought, Matt’s tongue in his mouth and Matt’s hands on his ass and Matt’s leg pushing between his thighs. They ground together and Jensen could almost taste Matt’s moans in the back of his throat.
“You don’t know how badly I wanted you on Saturday,” Matt said, breathless, when they finally separated.
“I can guess,” Jensen answered. Guess, hell, he could feel.
“Not here. Come on.” Matt took his hand and led him towards the bedroom and the neatly made bed, which they fell on fully clothed.
It was hard to get undressed when you didn’t want to stop kissing your partner’s mouth or licking your way across his jaw and down his throat, but they managed, and it seemed that in no time at all they were both naked and panting and hard, Matt flat on his back on top of the covers and Jensen sprawled on top of him.
Jensen sat up – he wanted to take a minute to just look, to admire Matt’s nicely muscled chest and toned arms and strong-looking thighs and full cock, and he wanted to take more than a minute to lick every inch of Matt’s fair skin and see how much of a blush he could bring to its surface, but it had been a long time and his body was eager to get on with it.
Matt stretched out his arm, reaching for the drawer in the bedside table, but it was a little too far for him, so Jensen leaned over, yanked the drawer open, and retrieved a small bottle of lube and a new box of condoms.
“Bought them Sunday,” Matt said. “Don’t make me wait any more.”
Jensen could take a hint. He ripped the box open and pulled out a little foil square. He settled himself between Matt’s thighs and squirted lube on his fingers, and when Matt lifted his hips Jensen pushed first one and then two fingers inside his body. Matt’s breathing grew shallow and his chest heaved as Jensen probed, and even though part of Jensen wanted to take his time and go slow and explore, most of him wanted to fuck Matt now.
He ripped open the condom, rolled it on, draped Matt’s thighs over his shoulder, and thrust deep inside his waiting ass.
“Nng,” Matt groaned as Jensen started to move, hips pumping hard and driving deep. Matt’s skin was flushed and he groaned again as he reached for his own cock and started to stroke.
Jensen bit his lip to hold back his moans – he didn’t know how thick the apartment’s walls were and he didn’t want the neighbors to hear – and dug his fingers into Matt’s thigh, leaning into it as he thrust faster and faster. He couldn’t go any slower but he could hold back his orgasm for a while. At least, he thought he could. He wanted to wait – he didn’t want to come right away like an overeager teenager.
He leaned down to change the angle of his thrusts and Matt grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him down for a kiss, pushing against Jensen’s body as his tongue pushed into Jensen’s mouth. Jensen could feel his own orgasm building in his spine and his balls, but he had a feeling Matt was going to get there first.
And then Matt’s back arched and his ass clenched hard around Jensen’s cock as he groaned into Jensen’s mouth, and Jensen could feel Matt’s come warm and sticky between their bodies. He kept going, fucking Matt through his orgasm, and when he thought Matt was done, he sat up and let himself go, pounding into Matt’s body until he came as well.
He flopped forward, gasping for breath, relieved and exhausted and weirdly energized. He nuzzled against Matt’s cheek until Matt turned his head and they shared a lazy, sated kiss.
“You don’t have to go home, do you?” Matt asked. His voice was a little hoarse. Jensen shook his head. “Good. It’s late. You should stay here so you don’t have to drive home exhausted. I’m just looking out for your welfare.”
“Uh huh.” Jensen smiled.
“I can make you breakfast.”
“I think we should discuss it in the morning.”
“I think you’re right.”
Jensen dropped another kiss on Matt’s lips and said “I should probably, uh....” Matt nodded and Jensen felt stupid for having said something but relieved he didn’t actually have to finish his sentence, and he pulled out, unrolled the condom, and took it into the bathroom to flush it and so he could splash some water on his face.
He looked at himself in the mirror, at his flushed, post-coital face, and had to grin. Eight months was a long time, but he was pretty sure this was worth it. He might have to thank Danneel after all.
He almost walked into Matt as he was walking back into the bedroom – Matt had put on a t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts – and instead of a kiss Matt ruffled his hair and laughed at Jensen’s no doubt annoyed expression. But Jensen couldn’t be that annoyed, and it was a cute, affectionate gesture.
He pulled his boxer briefs back on, flipped the comforter around so neither of them would have to deal with the wet spot, and paused, feeling weird about climbing into bed before Matt got back. Of all the times to get self-conscious.
But then Matt came back from whatever he’d been doing, saw Jensen just standing there without a clue, and said “I do expect you to sleep in the bed, you know. It’s a lot more comfortable than the couch.” He walked around Jensen, lifting his hand to brush the back of Jensen’s neck as he did so, flipped the covers back, and climbed into bed. “Come on in, the bed’s already warm.”
Jensen wasn’t about to turn down the invitation. It just turned out that he really needed to hear it before he could do anything.
Matt shifted over to make room and Jensen followed him under the covers. The bed was warm with body heat, the mattress was comfortable, and when Matt rolled onto his stomach, threw his arm across Jensen’s chest, and mumbled “You can make the coffee”, that was comfortable too.
Comfortable was good. Jensen would take it.
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Date: 2010-11-12 11:03 am (UTC)And OMG, they continue to be cute and adorable. <3!<3!<3!
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Date: 2010-11-13 12:05 am (UTC)