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keliosJared can feel the tension roiling off Jensen as they walk out of the conference room. It probably wouldn't be obvious to most people, but Jared and Jensen have been together long enough to read each other based off a tilted eyebrow or a strained smile.
The way Jensen smashes the elevator button is a pretty good hint too.
Jared waits til the doors slide smoothly closed before speaking. "Jensen--"
"Don't, Jared," Jensen grates out. "It's not okay, don't try to tell me it is."
They fall silent, then Jared leans forward to hit the stop button. He shifts to stand behind Jensen, arms around him so that he can nuzzle under Jensen's ear, that one spot that always makes him relax and go boneless in Jared's arms. Jensen stiffens even further, instinctive resistance briefly kicking in, then cranes his neck back so that Jared can gently suck a sigh right out of him.
It hadn't been easy to get him to that point--it goes against every instinct an alpha has to bare their neck or let a beta take care of them. But they had both learned a lot in 8 years, and Jared loves that he can do this for Jensen. Jared smiles as he feels the anger and tension drain away, but he doesn't let Jensen go right away--he wants to savor this feeling as long as he can.
Finally Jensen sighs and leans forward to hit the button again, sending them on their way to the lobby again. Jared watches him carefully, but doesn't speak--their relationship is far more equal than most, but Jared knows that Jensen's urge to protect him has never lessened. Sometimes it takes him awhile to work through a perceived threat and talk to Jared about it. It's a little frustrating at times, but Jared has learned it's worth waiting for.
Jensen doesn't speak til they get to the car, and Jared is starting to wonder if maybe there's more to this than a meeting about the show. They get in silently, but Jensen doesn't start the engine.
"You're right," he says finally. He rubs the back of his neck, fingers lingering briefly on the faint bruise under his ear. "We'll get through this, just like we always do. I don't have to like it, though."
"I don't like it much either," Jared says ruefully. "It's Sam who's gonna get ripped apart by the fans. But I think it'll work out in the end--and, this meeting is just a battle, not the war."
That gets a smile out of Jensen, like Jared knew it would. "You got that right," he says, a fierce edge to his grin. He tangles a hand in Jared's hair, pulling him in for a hot, possessive kiss that leaves them both wanting more.
The way Jensen smashes the elevator button is a pretty good hint too.
Jared waits til the doors slide smoothly closed before speaking. "Jensen--"
"Don't, Jared," Jensen grates out. "It's not okay, don't try to tell me it is."
They fall silent, then Jared leans forward to hit the stop button. He shifts to stand behind Jensen, arms around him so that he can nuzzle under Jensen's ear, that one spot that always makes him relax and go boneless in Jared's arms. Jensen stiffens even further, instinctive resistance briefly kicking in, then cranes his neck back so that Jared can gently suck a sigh right out of him.
It hadn't been easy to get him to that point--it goes against every instinct an alpha has to bare their neck or let a beta take care of them. But they had both learned a lot in 8 years, and Jared loves that he can do this for Jensen. Jared smiles as he feels the anger and tension drain away, but he doesn't let Jensen go right away--he wants to savor this feeling as long as he can.
Finally Jensen sighs and leans forward to hit the button again, sending them on their way to the lobby again. Jared watches him carefully, but doesn't speak--their relationship is far more equal than most, but Jared knows that Jensen's urge to protect him has never lessened. Sometimes it takes him awhile to work through a perceived threat and talk to Jared about it. It's a little frustrating at times, but Jared has learned it's worth waiting for.
Jensen doesn't speak til they get to the car, and Jared is starting to wonder if maybe there's more to this than a meeting about the show. They get in silently, but Jensen doesn't start the engine.
"You're right," he says finally. He rubs the back of his neck, fingers lingering briefly on the faint bruise under his ear. "We'll get through this, just like we always do. I don't have to like it, though."
"I don't like it much either," Jared says ruefully. "It's Sam who's gonna get ripped apart by the fans. But I think it'll work out in the end--and, this meeting is just a battle, not the war."
That gets a smile out of Jensen, like Jared knew it would. "You got that right," he says, a fierce edge to his grin. He tangles a hand in Jared's hair, pulling him in for a hot, possessive kiss that leaves them both wanting more.
