"Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)" Part 4 J2 [NC-17]
July 23rd, 2012 (10:10 pm)
current location: home
La la la...: Anything for Love - Meat Loaf
current location: home
La la la...: Anything for Love - Meat Loaf
He hovered there, unsure what would happen next, not really knowing how he would be able to find Jared in what seemed to mirror the vast wasteland of space.
He called Jay’s name, pictured in his mind the last time they’d been together and happy, preparing for takeoff from Tranquility, eager to get going and experience Mars and reunite with their friends.
“Jared? Jay, please… I need you.”
Jensen could sense Jared somewhere out in the void, and he concentrated, trying with every sense to home in on the man he loved, the man he saw as his lifeline in a world that was not his. He let his emotions take over, felt himself begin to move and at last saw a faint, shimmering light in the deep distance of this nowhere space. Closing his eyes, he willed himself forward. He pictured Jared, prayed for him to be there, felt the love and need he had for his partner permeate him and then his feet touched down onto a hard surface. When he opened his eyes again he could see that he was standing on a flat, featureless plane of gray.
It should have been dark, but he seemed to be casting his own light, and when he raised an arm to scrub at his face, he could see that he was glowing, a nimbus around him that shone out into the empty place where he stood.
“Jared?” He cast around, knowing that he had to find Jay, needing that more than anything else he’d ever wanted.
There! The horizon shimmered, and Jensen began to walk towards the anomaly, feeling the ground firm and flat beneath his feet as he trudged forward.
The flat gray of the terrain began to change a little, and the ground beneath his feet became gravel, sharp and difficult to walk on. Around him grew stunted trees, black and leafless as they pointed gnarled fingers into the void.
This time the sound echoed. That was new, and he could see that there were small plants beginning to dot the harsh landscape. He wondered if they would produce gray flowers, or if they would instead become carnivorous and tear at his flesh as he went by.
He walked faster, and began to sing as he went, wishing he had his guitar with him, and his voice filled the air, reverberating in a satisfying manner that seemed to lighten the atmosphere. Ahead, he could see a house, and the front door of the house was painted a shiny yellow.
It was the first color he’d seen in this desolate place, and it gave him hope. Jared was closer now, possibly there in the house ahead, and he made for the door, still singing.
“And when I close my eyes I see you
No matter where I am
I can smell your perfume through these whispering pines
I'm with your ghost again
It's a shame about the weather
I know soon we'll be together
And I can't wait till then
I can't wait till then”
The song drew to a close, and he cudgeled his brain in an attempt to think of another song that might be appropriate, and as he reached the glossy yellow door, it clicked and swung open to reveal a stairway that went down into darkness, a stairway that looked for all the world like the one that they had traversed to find the Martian’s underground cave. Gritting his teeth, he began to descend.
“I never knew what it was to be alone, no
Cause you were always there for me
You were always there waiting
And I’ll come home and I miss your face so
Smiling down on me
I close my eyes to see”
He was putting all his love, all his longing into the song, and somehow it seemed to shorten the stairway, letting him finally reach the cave that contained the big wheels where he had found Jared back when he’d gone with Freddie and Jeff and the gang to try and rescue him.
Jared was lying under the wheel he’d been turning, curled into a fetal position, and Jensen gave a little sigh of relief as he hurried forward to gather him up in his arms. “Jay! Oh, God, Jay, I’ve missed you.”
Jared’s face was as gray as the landscape outside, his skin waxy and clammy. Jensen pulled him close and kissed cold lips, and dropped a tear onto the impassive face of his lover.
He sat and held Jared, stroked his hair, kissed his unresponsive mouth, and began to rock him. “I need you to come back for me, Jay. I need you in my life. Don’t leave me alone.”
He never knew how long he sat there; he only knew that if it took forever he would remain where he was, because there was nothing worth returning to the real world for if he had to leave Jared behind. He was crying in earnest now, the dam broken now as his eyes dripped tears onto Jared. His chest heaved with desolate sobs, and he cried for himself and the things he’d lost, for Jared and the thought that he too was gone, and for the fate that had reduced him to this sorry state.
It was a while before he noticed that in the spots where his tears had wet Jared’s face, the color was returning. He began to smooth the tears over it, rubbed his cheek against Jared’s and kissed him again, willing him to kiss back with everything he had.
“Jen.” The whispered word made him jump, then smile, tears still coming but gentler now, his heartbeat finding a response from the body in his arms.
“Oh, God, Jay.” Jensen kissed his mouth, his eyelids, the tip of his nose. “Wake up. You’ve got to wake up. I can’t do this without you.” And Jared finally stirred, suddenly warm and vital under Jensen’s hands.
“Where are we?” Jared gazed around himself, confused.
“We’re in your head somehow,” Jensen told him. “And the sooner we get back to reality, the happier I’m going to be.”
“I don’t understand.” Jared sat up, moving out of Jensen’s hold as he did so and rising to his feet.
“Simple. They hooked me up to you, and sent me in to talk you out of your coma.” Jensen spread his hands in an expansive gesture. “You got taken by the Martians, and I had to go in and get you back. For a while you were completely out of commission, but I’m hoping that this will work, and you can wake up now.”
It was obvious that the wheels were turning in Jared’s head, but he didn’t say anything other than okay and reached for Jensen’s hand, pulling him up to stand beside him.
“Okay, let’s go,” he said at last, and Jensen tugged him back towards the stairs down which he’d come.
Outside, the once gray landscape was brightly colored. The trees hung with blossom and the flowers were bright in the luminous air and none of them were gray. Jared looked around him with a smile. “Dude,” he breathed. “Did you do this?”
“Nope. Not me. It’s all yours.” Jensen pulled him forward and then paused to watch as a fat bee zig-zagged by on its way to a sweet smelling magnolia. “Pretty, but I’d kinda like to leave it behind.”
Nodding, Jared fell into step beside him, and together they moved through the garden and away from the building where Jared’s soul had been incarcerated.
They’d walked for a couple of minutes, hand in hand, when Jared pulled him to a stop and turned him so they were facing each other. Pulling Jensen close to him, Jared tipped his chin up and pressed a kiss to the softness of his mouth. “You keep on surprising me,” he murmured against Jensen’s lips. “I don’t know what you did, but it seems that you’ve saved my life… again. Thank you.”
“I think it’s my job,” husked Jensen, a slightly lop-sided smirk on his face. “Seems to be becoming a habit.” And Jared’s answering grin held so much love in it, that for the first time in what seemed like days, Jensen felt a familiar warmth blossom in his gut and knew that he was happy.
There were clattering sounds and deliciously savory smells coming from the kitchen as Jensen opened his eyes to find Jared smiling back at him, while Mike put away the equipment they’d been hooked into.
Traci came forward then to take a read out of Jensen’s vitals and nodded approvingly. “It took a while, but it looks as if the implant is going to function properly now,” she said. As Jensen, who hadn’t been able to look away from Jared, watched, he could see Jared begin to process just exactly what Jensen had done for him.
“Jen? You didn’t…?” Jared gestured to his interface.
“He most certainly did.” Traci was the one who answered him. “It was hard for him, but he went through it. We thought that we’d lost him when he hadn’t woken up after a couple of days, but he made it. You should be really proud, and rather grateful that someone loves you enough to do that for you.”
“Believe me, I am.” Jared nodded and stood up. “And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and thank him properly.” Tugging Jensen up to his feet, he turned to make his way out, with Jensen’s hand held firmly in his, through the bar and back to their sleeping quarters.
Back in their room, Jensen stood, uncertain, his fingers playing with the squadron ring that Jared wore on his right hand. “I couldn’t lose you,” he whispered. “I think it would’ve killed me.”
“I can’t believe you did that for me.” Jared cupped his cheek, gazing down at him, so much love in his eyes that Jensen thought he would melt.
“Neither can I.” Jensen grinned. “So can we not talk about it anymore? I need a shower and something to eat.”
“That sounds like an awesome idea.” Jared pulled him forward and began to undress him. “I could use the same treatment.” His fingers skimmed down Jensen’s newly naked sides, and Jensen felt himself flush, felt his insides warm and somehow too heavy. Reaching up, he fisted his fingers in Jared’s hair and pulled him down to kiss and paused, reveling in the warm gust of Jared’s breath on his lips as he stood there in Jared’s embrace. He was warm, real, alive and breathing, and it was all due to Jensen.
“I love you.”
Jared’s eyes turned soft. “I love you too, so much.” He gave a little laugh. “I keep thinking that you’re fragile, delicate or something, but you’re not, are you? In a lot of ways you’re stronger than I am.” He nodded and slid his fingers around the back of Jensen’s neck, catching Jensen’s mouth with his own, warm, wet, and moaned softly into it as Jensen responded, letting Jared fuck his mouth with his tongue. He sucked it deep, slid his own along it, teasing, wanting, and then Jared’s hands were at his waist, finding the fastenings to his jeans and yanking them down, underwear and all and tugging him forward towards the bed until Jensen tripped over them as they trailed from his ankles. Laughing softly, Jared dumped him onto the bed, hauled them off and tossed them somewhere over his shoulder before crawling over him to drop slow, wet kisses onto his mouth.
“Want you.” The words from Jared’s mouth were hoarse with need, and Jensen thought he’d never heard anything quite so fucking sweet before. Jared’s hands were all over him, big and nimble, mapping out the planes and hollows of his body and pulling him in so he could grind against him, hard cock evident under the scrubs he was wearing.
“You got me.” Jensen can hear a growl in his own voice, a certainty he hadn’t ever known he possessed. “All yours, forever. Do something with me.”
A soft laugh, and Jared was sliding down to find Jensen’s cock, his own dick hard against Jensen’s leg. He sucked a tongue swirling kiss against the tip of it, making Jensen whimper, and then settled down to suckle on it, drawing it deeper into his mouth with every bob of his head, glazed eyes fixed on his.
At the feel of Jared’s first finger circling his hole, Jensen gasped and spread his legs out wider than before, a flicker of fire tingling its way through his balls and up his spine as Jared pressed it in and crooked it just so.
It took three to stretch him to Jared’s satisfaction, by the end of which time he was panting and writhing on Jared’s hand, begging to be fucked. Rising up to his knees, Jared gazed down at him, his cock dripping in anticipation.
“Gonna fuck you,” he said, eyes blown black as he stared down at Jensen.
“Well, do it then.” Jensen giggled. “Been ready for hours. Was starting to think you were gonna fall asleep on me or something.” And Jared thrust into him, pushing deep with his first stroke, bottoming out with his second. To Jensen, it felt as if Jared had come home at last. He rocked upwards, looking for the angle that would give him the most sensation and bit out a litany of curses when he felt Jared’s hard presence slide against it. He slid his fingers into Jared’s hair, pulling him into place so that he could press their mouths together and keening at the feel of his orgasm building at the base of his spine.
It wasn’t going to last. The heat and tension inside Jensen built, tightening him, winding him up like clockwork. Jared’s mouth was on Jensen’s now, not really kissing as he kept on fucking him, too close to really concentrate on things like rhythm and refinement. Jensen swore again, tightened his legs around Jared’s waist and bit his lip as he felt it all reaching meltdown point.
Jared gave a strangled cry and pounded deep into him, and that was the end. Jensen’s cock throbbed once, twice, and his balls, drawn up tight as they would go, twitched, tingled, flooded him with heat as his release tingled through him, shooting along his spine until he was convinced that it had curled his hair.
Above him, Jared was jerking and shuddering through a similar process, and Jensen could feel him pouring his fluids out inside him, warm, wet, and loving and altogether his.
They lay together afterwards, tangled limbs and sated, happy faces, slowly recovering from their efforts as they murmured gentle love words to each other. Jensen didn’t know how long it was before someone tapped on the door to their room, and they heard Fred’s voice calling that dinner was going to be served in fifteen minutes. He called out an acknowledgement and rolled to his feet with a groan. “Shower,” he said to Jared, smirking. “You stink, and I do too.“
Groaning, Jared nodded and got up to follow Jensen into the ‘fresher. “I love the way you smell,” he murmured, patting Jensen’s butt.
“Pervert!” Jensen gave him a cheeky grin.
“Yep.” Jared was not denying it, and Jensen laughed as he started the shower.
Dinner was as delicious as always. Neither Jensen nor Jared had eaten much over the past few days, and they couldn’t eat much now, because their enforced fast had shrunk their stomachs, but they both gave it their best shot, and there was a festive mood in the air as the meal drew to a close.
Jensen had been down to visit with the Martians as soon as he could tear himself away from Jared for an hour or so, and he was looking forward to their first visit to the resort later that evening. A section had been created for them, so that they could stay apart from the rest of the audience if they felt the need. He had passed on the helmet to Mike, who was busily examining it with the intention of using the technology to provide the comm implants with translation units if possible. He’d made progress already, and Jensen was dying to try out the additional firmware with which he’d been fitted, although he was convinced that if he’d had a neuroport fitted beforehand, he would have been taken along with Jared rather than rescuing Christian, and everyone would have stayed lost. He was pulled from his reverie by the sound of Chris pushing to his feet.
“Okay now, monkey boy,” murmured Chris as Jensen pushed his plate away, so full that he didn’t believe he’d be able to move again. “Go get your guitar. Showtime is in a half hour or so.”
“Yeah, Jen.” Steve came up behind him and put his hands on Jensen’s shoulders. “Sing for your supper, bitch!”
And Jensen felt a strange lurch in his stomach as everything fell into place for him. He’d been tested and he’d passed. Life was going to proceed as normal, and he was a part of it, no longer an outsider. He gave Jared a soft smile and rose to go and do Chris’s bidding. He was going to sing with his friends, and then he was going to expand his horizons. He’d found himself in a new century somewhat against his will, but now he knew that he belonged here, with Jared and the others. He was going to live it and enjoy it to the fullest.