Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction involving celebrities. I do not know them personally nor do I claim to know their sexual orientation.
"VBC" was engraved in silver letters on the small black envelope the courier handed off to Jensen Ackles. He asked the courier if he needed to sign anything but the freckle faced teen was already on his way back to his car. Jensen's eyes followed the young man as he got into a rather expensive looking sports car and drove off.
"Who was that?" A low raspy voice muttered.
Jensen barely had the door closed before he was pressed face first against the heavy wood door. Warm hands roamed his body.
" I guess that was a rhetorical question," Jensen snarked before managing to maneuver and face his attacker.
The tall slim brunette leaned down and captured the smaller man's lips. It was only when he attempted to pin Jensen's hands over his head that he noticed the small black envelope.
"Another letter from one of your fans?" Jared asked, extracting the invitation sized envelope from his lover's hand.
"Hey, give that back, it's mine."
Jensen reached for the envelope but Jared simply held it up over his head, making it impossible for the man to reach.
"That is so high school," Jensen said rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, I know," Jared beamed, opening the envelope.
"Huh," he said, his mouth silent moving as he read the words.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Jensen leaped up and snatched the card and envelope from the taller man's hand. He lighted up the stairs knowing his lover was in hot pursuit. Allowing himself to be tackled to the bed, he rolled on top of Jared while he read the curious note.
You're invited to attend a cock-tail reception for the grand opening of The Vancouver Boys Club, an exclusive gentleman's club for actors currently filming on location here in Vancouver, British Columbia.
Jensen read the date and time of the reception, noting that it would take place on Valentine's Day. Jared frowned. He was hoping they would spend the evening together.
"Are you going?" Jared asked, trying to hide his disappointment.
Jensen placed the card on his night table and looked down at the younger man.
"I could swing by for an hour or two and then stop by your place to pick you up."
"I guess that would work," Jared said, stroking his lover's back.
"There could be producers there. This could be a big opportunity for me."
Jared turned his face away sulking.
"Hey, I'm not the one with the dashing good looks. I have to work a little harder to get ahead," Jensen said, turning Jared's face back to him.
Jared couldn't understand how Jensen didn't know how beautiful he was. He knew Jensen had a thing about his height, but the constant self-effacing humor bothered Jared. He rolled his lover over, pinning him into the mattress.
"Hey, you're beautiful. I've seen the way guys and girls look at you," Jared said before kissing Jensen softly.
Jensen stared up at his costar. He was still amazed at how well they had hit it off. Never in his wildest dreams did he think they'd end up together. While he had been on Smallville, he'd fallen hard for Tom Welling, but it was an unrequited love. It was common knowledge that Tom was married and dressing room gossip that Michael Rosenbaum and Tom had a thing for each other, although most believed it was more a connection than a physical relationship. No one could deny the eye fucking that went on between the two on and off the set.
When Jensen got the call for a lead in the WB's new series Supernatural, he was relieved to get away from Tom and the cast. It was hard coming into a show as the new guy. The cliques were already formed and finding his place had been difficult. When he first met Jared, he thought of him as a poor man's substitution for Tom. The kid was tall and gangly in contrast to Tom's well toned physique. His head seemed to big and his hair seemed to long. When Jensen went home after the first day of shooting, he tried to dream of Tom. The image of Jared kept meshing with the image of his secret crush and it made him hate Jared even more for ruining his fantasies.
Then a week into filming, it began to rain very hard and Jared had stopped by his trailer to hang out while they waited out the weather. That's when he found out what a wicked sense of humor the other man had and that they were both from Texas. A few beers later and almost every take was useless when they finally did start shooting thanks to Jared's on point imitations of most of the crew.
From that point on they were inseparable. They ate lunch together, spent their free time together. Jensen began to appreciate Jared for who he was. Jensen knew he was in trouble when the younger man began to creep into his dreams. Suddenly the taller man was no longer gangly but tall and slender. Jensen wanted to peel back the bangs from his eyes and kiss the forehead he once thought too big. The birthmark on his face called out to be licked. He loved the man's smile, his voice, the twinkle in his eyes when he was up to something.
One rare weekend off, Jensen had decided to stop by Jared's place to maybe watch a game. He just wanted to spend time with him. Jared had seemed pleasantly surprised to see his costar and invited him in.
"I thought we could hang out, watch a game or something," Jensen offered.
"Actually, I just ordered a movie on pay per view," Jared said.
"Cool."
"I just ordered Chinese too," Jared smiled.
It took some time before Jensen realized they were watching some sort of gay horror movie.
"What is this?" Jensen asked, hoping he didn't sound to put off.
"Dante's Cove. It's really cheesy but I like the main couple, Kevin and Toby," he said, pointing at the screen.
Jensen couldn't believe how comfortable Jared was with this. Had the shoe been on the other foot, Jensen could imagine himself turning to football before answering the door.
"Dude, are you gay?"
"Yeah, I thought you knew that," Jared answered, unflinching.
"Why would I know that?" Jensen asked, slightly confused.
"Well it's just....nevermind....I guess I got my signals crossed."
"Wait...wait. Did you think I was coming on to you?"
"No, of course not," Jared lied. "Hey look, if this makes you uncomfortable..."
"No, not at all...I ....I actually sort of like you," Jensen blushed.
"Sort of?"
"Yeah. You're cute...sort of....almost," Jensen hesitated, "almost beautiful."
Jensen was rewarded with a smile that made Tom's pale in comparison. Jared moved closer.
"You're almost sort of beautiful too," he said, closing the gap on the couch between them and placing a chaste kiss on his co star's lips. That had been nearly six months ago. Their show had been picked up for a full season and Jensen couldn't imagine wanting anyone else more.
"You know what? We should swing by your place to see if you got an invitation too. I can't imagine I received one and you didn't."
That thought seemed to perk up his pouting costar. After breakfast, they left for Jared's place. Jared looked like a kid at Christmas when he opened his door and found the letter laying scattered amongst the mail shoved through his door. He didn't even bother reading it. Instead, he lifted his lover up and kissed him fiercely, walking him over to their favorite place; Jared's extra long sofa.
"Feeling better?" Jensen asked when his lips were finally released.
Jared nodded enthusiastically, lowering his blond costar onto the sofa.
Jensen wanted to ask his partner why he'd been so upset before but Jared nippling on his earlobe caused him to abandon those thoughts. Then his brunette lover whispered something in that very ear that provided the answer.
"Now I can keep an eye on you," Jared whispered before taking the soft flesh back between his teeth.
Jensen couldn't believe how possessive his lover had become nor his fear of losing him. Jared was the one everyone drooled over. His face was plastered on teen magazines and billboards everywhere he turned. It made Jensen jealous sometimes but not enough to protest and interfere with his costars blossoming career. Jensen had been in the business longer and new all the ins and outs. He'd done it all; from modeling to soaps and several television shows. He hadn't made a splash on the big screen yet, but he had a few offers in the works.
Jared on the other hand was the it boy as Tom Welling had been a few years earlier. Jensen wasn't jealous of the attention Jared garnered per se, but what that attention could lead to. He went out his way not to be overly protective or possessive. In many ways he felt flattered that someone like Jared was worried about losing him. Laying there now with the lanky brunette pressed down on top of him, Jensen decided to focus and show his lover in every way he could, that he had no intention of leaving him.
He wrapped his legs around the slim hips of his lover and thrust his own hips up. Jared slid a hand down between them and deftly unzipped Jensen's jeans. He glared down at his costar with lust when he realized the older man hadn't bothered to put on underwear. He gripped the semi-hard flesh in his fist and stroked it lightly. He knew how much this turned on and frustrated his lover at the same time.
"Jared..." Jensen sighed.
"Ssh, this is your punishment for going commando," the brunette answered before sliding of the sofa.
Jensen watched hungrily while his lover stripped off his own clothing, kicking off shoes and toeing off socks before wiggling out of his tight jeans. He stood along the side of the couch in just his boxer briefs, cock straining against the fabric. He ran one hand down his chest while the other massaged his shaft through the fabric.
Jensen fretted and reached out for his lover only to have the man step back out of reach. Frustrated, Jensen started to sit up but was unceremoniously pushed back down.
"Stay there," Jared ordered.
The taller man helped his lover out of his jacket and shirt before he walked to the arm of the couch where Jensen's legs hung over. He leaned down and began messaging the man's left foot. Jensen realized there was something to the whole reflexology thing because his cock instantly got harder as Jared messaged the ball of his foot. When his younger costar took his toes into his mouth, he thought he might disintegrated from the heat permeating his skin.
"Ah Jared," he moaned.
He wiggled the toes of his other foot, hoping for equal time.
Jared drew his mouth off and licked a stripe up the arch of Jensen's foot.
"You like that," he drawled.
"Um...yes," Jensen moaned, reaching for his own cock.
A heavy hand smacked it away.
"Leave it," Jared said sternly.
"Please," Jensen begged, looking at his lover through half lidded eyes.
"Patience," his lover replied before giving his right foot equal time.
Jensen bucked and arched his hips. Each lick, each suck, making him harder than he thought humanly possible. He stretched his arms over his head, grasping at arm of the couch above his head. Jared marveled at the muscular form writhing on his sofa. Jensen had the body of an athlete. He knew at one time he wanted to study sports medicine and that he was very much into physical fitness. It certainly paid off. >From the toned thighs and calves to the six pack and perfect pecs, Jensen was a beautiful sight to see. No way Jared was letting Jensen go to some boys club full of horny young actor's and old lecherous producers alone.
Jared placed his lover's legs over his shoulders and bent forward until the man's knees were parallel to his chest. He held them in place, grasping each thigh with his long fingers and bent down between the man's legs. Never had Jensen felt so wonderfully exposed and vulnerable. He could feel his lover blowing warm air against his anus. He clenched and unclenched his cheeks uncontrollable.
"Relax," Jared whispered, before darting out his tongue and tentatively circling the puckered opening.
"Jar....," Jensen gasped. His lover had never done this to him before.
"Ssh," Jared spoke, mouth mere inches from his lover's ass.
Jensen's cock jerked when the warm wet tongue skated over his entrance. Jared smiled against it knowing he was driving the man insane. He circled the opening a few more times before looking up.
"Hold your legs in place," he ordered, as he stepped out of his underwear.
Jensen shivered as cool air replaced the warm tongue. He was about to protest when Jared was bent down again and lapping at his hole like a thirsty cat. Jensen dug his own nails into the back of his thighs, willing himself not to touch his throbbing cock. Jared apparently had plans for it and Jensen never liked to ruin Jared's plans.
The tongue plunged deeper and deeper into him. Jared pushed his face as close as he could enjoying the musky scent of his lover. His nose rubbed against the older man's balls and Jensen was making the most wonderful noises Jared had ever heard. Tiny little gasps and grunts drove the brunette deeper. He added one finger then two, careful not to touch the writhing man's prostate. He wanted this to last just a little longer. With the hand that wasn't sharing space with his tongue, he jacked himself slowly. He wanted inside his lover desperately, but he also loved tormenting the blond as well.
"Jared, please," Jensen cried out with urgency.
Jared knew it was time. He extracted his tongue and crawled onto the couch between his lover's legs and pushed them apart even further.
"Jared," Jensen pleaded with soulful eyes and his lover nodded his permission.
Jensen fisted his cock furiously and Jared knew he had to hurry before his lover came without him. He slid easily into the wet hole. Not standing on ceremony, he slammed in and out of the man moaning beneath him. Jensen thought Jared was a tease, the way he toyed with him before sex. The truth was Jared could barely last once inside his lover. Jensen's ass gripped his dick so hard that with in minutes Jared could feel his climax coming to a head. This time was no different. His lover's tight hot ass was draining him. His whole body shook as he felt his balls tightening. Watching Jensen's hand work his own shaft wasn't helping. Within seconds of each other, both were panting each other's names breathlessly until Jared collapsed on top of his lover. Jensen stroked the brunette's hair and placed kisses against it.
"Hey," Jensen said after awhile.
"Hmm," Jared replied sleepily.
"What would you have done, if you didn't get an invitation?"
Jared raised his head from his lover's chest and looked into his eyes.
"How bout I show you in a couple of hours," he smiled, before resting his head against Jensen's chest and letting the steady rhythm of his heart beat sing him to sleep.