What Big Teeth You Have
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dime_lioraTitle: What Big Teeth You Have
Author: dimeliora
Fandom: CW RPF
Wordcount: 4,489
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jared, Jensen, Chris
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Warning(s): NC-17
Summary: Jensen is on a Halloween blind date with typical surpises. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smpc.
“He’s a luuuuumberjack!”
Chris slides past Jensen laughing and waving his arms.
Jensen hates his friends.
“He’s not a lumberjack. He’s…somebody who works in the woods. Could be any number of things. He could be a park ranger or a conservationist.”
“He’s a lumberjack.”
His best friend hangs off the end of the slide, eyes glazed and face fixed in a permanent smile. He’s been drinking. So has Jensen, but Jensen is way less obnoxious about it.
“Chris. This is my first date in a year. And it’s on Halloween which is the night people tend to be weirdos. So can you please, please, not be an asshole and talk me into canceling.”
Jensen watches Chris sit up, wobble a little, and then smile brighter and a bit more honest.
“It’s gonna be great.”
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Jensen fiddles with his tie and then looks around the restaurant. Everyone is in costume. Everyone.
Should he have dressed up? Should he have planned this a little better? Should he run right now before-
“Howdy.”
Jensen jumps, looks up at the man his student’s mother set him up with, and keeps looking up. It doesn’t help that he’s sitting but the guy is tall. And all Jensen knows is that his name is Jared and he lives in the woods.
And now he knows that Jared is huge, shaggy, and absolutely delicious. His ass is hugged perfectly in tight jeans, a plaid flannel hangs off broad shoulders, and a big dimpled smile greets Jensen warmly.
He feels the blood rush to his face even as he stands up and holds his hand out to Jared.
“Hi! Hi there! Jared right?”
Jared leans in and sniffs his hand. Jensen bursts out laughing and after a pause Jared laughs too. They both stand there laughing so long that Jensen only realizes when he’s light-headed that everyone is looking at them.
He sits and Jared mirrors him, and then they’re staring at each other. Jensen finds it hard to keep his eyes where they should be, hard to think of a single thing to say. Jared does it for him.
“Why is everybody in such odd clothes?”
Jensen feels his eyebrow lift.
“They’re in Halloween costumes.”
“Oh yeah. Yeah of course. So it’s really nice to meet you.”
So the guy doesn’t remember that it’s a kid’s holiday? So what? They’re not kids. There’s no reason for them to remember it.
“It’s nice to meet you too. Do you do this often?”
Jared tilts his head, a strange and quizzical look in his eyes, and Jensen is instantly enamored.
“Eat dinner?”
“No. Do you go on blind dates often?”
His date laughs and then looks around the room.
“Nope. This is my first. How ‘bout you?”
“Same.”
Jensen fiddles with his fork before looking up again to see Jared staring at him intently.
“Is there…something on my face?”
“No. You’re just a very good looking man. You have kind eyes, smile lines that suggest you are generally happy, rough hands that state that you know hard work, and a genuinely pleasant smell.”
He’s so flattered and flabbergasted that he ignores the smell part and rolls right into the rest of it.
“Ditto.”
Jared starts laughing again and then turns to smile at the waiter. He orders a rare steak and a fully loaded baked potato. Jensen goes with a steak too and hopes that it won’t be too heavy. He has a feeling that he knows where tonight is going. Or maybe it’s just a hope.
“What do you do for a living Jared?”
Jared bites into the bread, crumbs falling down his shirt and hanging in his beard. His mouth curls and Jensen sees bright white teeth glimmer in the light.
“I’m a hunter. Rosa said that you’re a teacher?”
“Yep. I teach high school Biology and Physical Science. Rosa’s son is in both of my classes this year.”
“Rosa says he’s pretty smart.” Jared licks butter from his fingers and looks around the room again before settling on Jensen. “You like teaching?”
Jensen nods, throat too dry to talk, and then sips his water.
“Yeah. A lot. You know, it has its moments but overall it’s very fulfilling. To be a part of molding young minds and opening doors to new knowledge.”
His date grins again, those teeth gleaming and a little sharp looking in the light.
“I always liked school as a kid. Especially math. Science was fun too.”
“Math, huh? Not usually a favorite.”
Jared lifts an eyebrow.
“Math is part of science ain’t it?”
“Yeah. No it is. I like it just fine. It’s just not so popular with your average person.”
Jared leans in and strokes Jensen’s hand making his throat go dry again.
“I’m definitely not average.”
Jensen is afraid to ask if that’s about Jared’s personality, his size, or both. Instead he laughs nervously and then finds himself squeezing Jared’ hand. It’s weird. It’s a weird move. Jensen recognizes that the second he does it but he can’t stop it now. He’s already doing it and they’re locked in a moment where Jared’s still smiling but he’s not talking and Jensen is pretty sure his mouth is just hanging open.
The waiter saves his life by arriving with the food. He sets it down and Jensen immediately let’s go of Jared’s hand and pulls his napkin up to drop in his lap. Jared watches him intently as the food is laid down and then the waiter disappears and leaves Jensen to his awkward erection and this long silence.
He fiddles with his knife and fork before picking them up and slicing into the steak. Jensen curses Chris for being the voice in his head yelling that he should talk and talk now. For the future mocking he’s going to get when Chris finds out how the good time died.
And then steak juice squirts onto his plate, and Jensen looks up to see that Jared is intently staring at his utensils as he copies Jensen’s motions. His big hands are gripping the knife and fork awkwardly, like weapons, and he’s attacking the poor steak. He notices Jensen watching and laughs before he lifts a piece of meat to his mouth and then drops it back onto the plate.
Jensen starts laughing too, the tension instantly disappearing, and he takes his own bite neatly and feels pretty smug. He might not be smoking hot, but he sure can use utensils.
“So what do you hunt?”
Jared looks up and talks around his mouthful.
“Food. Really anything that comes across my path.”
“And you sell it?”
“No we trade in my community. It’s sort of a commune thing out in the woods. I happen to be the best hunter.”
Jensen feels his eyebrows raise.
“We’re not talking Jim a Jones commune here are we?”
Jared laughs and shakes his head before licking steak juices off his fingers in a way that makes Jensen wonder if he would have even minded a yes to that question.
“Nah man. We’re just like an extended family that enjoys our freedom. We don’t own a ton of guns or handle snakes. Well. I mean we kill poisonous snakes and then bury them but we don’t handle them for religious reasons or anything. It’s peaceful out there. Calming. I’ve found that living in the city is just not for me.”
“So what about medical care or electricity? Things you can’t make.”
“There’s ways to live without electricity. But my brother lives out there too and he’s a doctor. He does healthcare for little rural areas around our community and we use that for bills that we can’t barter for.”
“Sounds idyllic.”
Jared looks around the restaurant and then leans in again.
“You wanna see it?”
And there should be red flags and alarm bells everywhere. They just met, Jared eats like a savage and talks like a hippie, but Jensen finds himself nodding.
“I’d love that.”
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Jensen does have the good sense to follow Jared’s beat up pickup in his own car instead of riding out into the middle of nowhere with no escape vehicle. That being said they end up taking so many twists and turns that Jensen isn’t sure he’ll ever find his way back. He checks his cellphone charge to make sure he’ll be able to at least use Google maps if it’s necessary.
The cabin is in a clearing high up a hill. There’s a laundry line set up, smoke coming out of the chimney, and a shack that is also smoking. It takes Jensen a moment to realize that it’s a smokehouse. He parks behind Jared and then gets out slowly and takes a deep breath. Jared taps his shoulder and points up and Jensen looks to see a sky full of stars.
It’s beautiful here.
They don’t speak, Jensen feels the solemnity and weight of the place holding his tongue down, and he simply takes Jared’s hand and stares at everything around him. The shadows of the pine trees outlined by the bright beauty of the stars. The only light that blots some of them out is the full moon hanging heavy in the sky.
Breathtaking. Simply breathtaking and Jensen wonders how he’ll recover himself and tell Jared that since it’s custom to give the compliment out loud instead of standing slack-jawed and stupid. And then he’s being turned, his head is being tilted, and warm lips and scratchy beard are pressing against him.
Jensen may suffocate.
He’s not going to get his breath back, but that’s ok. He launches himself into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Jared’s neck and kissing back. He takes control of the kiss, tilting his head and pressing his tongue against Jared’s lips to deepen the contact. And Jared complies. Their tongues tangle, Jared’s fingers gripping his shoulders and Jensen tangling his own into the long, soft hair brushing Jared’s collar.
The kiss goes on until Jensen is honestly light-headed, and then Jared pulls back and sucks in a deep breath before letting out a pleased sigh.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night. Now come on Teach, I’m gonna show you a challenge.”
It’s fast, so fast, but Jensen allows Jared to pull him along to the front door of the cabin, push the door open, and then seat him in a chair. Which is the first indication that Jensen has missed something. Unless Jared wants to do it in the chair? Or maybe a strip tease? A strip tease would be amazing. Jensen’s dick agrees.
Except what actually happens next is Jared settles a marble chess table down in front of Jensen, pulls up a chair, and drops into it before straightening up the pieces. It takes Jared a moment to look up and realize that Jensen is staring at him, dumbfounded.
“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I should have asked. Do you play?”
Jensen nods slowly.
“You wanna be black or white? You’re the guest after all.”
Jensen touches one of the black pieces in front of him and feels the coolness of the stone.
“Black is fine.”
Jared finishes straightening the pieces and then leans back and starts stroking his beard.
“Alright, Teach. Let’s do this. Oh wait, one more thing.”
Jared rushes off, digs in an old fridge, and then comes back with two beers.
And Jensen can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah. Let’s do this.”
Two hours later Jensen is tipsy, buzzing with warmth from the fire and the laughter, and totally and utterly in love. Also, he’s lost every single game. It’s obvious that Jared is even giving him a break and yet Jensen still cannot get a single win.
But the guy is perfect. Good-natured, all smiles, whip smart, and super hot. Just. So hot. And it’s not the beer talking.
Jared is touchy too. His hands brush against Jensen’s, his long legs are stretched out and pressed against Jensen’s calves, and Jensen’s mouth is still tingling a little from the kiss. Or the beer, but also the kiss.
Definitely the kiss.
“So. Why didn’t you wear a costume?”
Jared looks thoughtful as he moves his queen into checkmate position.
“Honestly I just forgot it was Halloween, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t wear a costume.”
Jensen feels his eyebrows raise as he pushes his king over.
“What costume did you wear?”
His date looks up from the pieces, that big grin splitting his face and displaying those shiny white teeth. Sharper than before in the firelight and lips a warm rose.
“I dressed as a human.”
Jensen’s brain fumbles, stutters, and then he starts laughing.
“That’s awesome. Holy shit that was creepy.”
Jared laughs too, fingers linking with Jensen’s.
“You mind if we go to bed?”
And no. Jensen doesn’t mind at all.
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Jensen is not, as Chris insists, a priss. He does like things neat, he is fastidious, but he’s not a priss. Which is why when Jared throws him back onto the bed and then goes down on him Jensen rolls with it. He doesn’t check the sheets. He doesn’t look around the loft bedroom. He’s too busy focusing on the feeling of Jared’s beard rubbing against the smooth skin of his shaven balls and tickling him while Jared starts licking along the length of his cock.
It’s maddening and delightful. Jensen arches up into Jared’s warm tongue, digs his fingers into Jared’s hair, and moans happily as Jared’s tongue dips down and brushes over his balls. It’s sloppy and wonderful, Jared’s face moving from one angle to another as he licks all over his groin. His tongue presses down gently between the balls, presses along the base of the shaft, and then slides back up to the head before swirling around in a circle. His teeth scrape Jensen’s hip and then he bites and Jensen arches again and cries out.
He taps Jared’s skull and the big man looks up from his dick, tongue hanging out and still doing its work.
“Turn. Wanna taste you too.”
And Jared does. Shuffles on his knees until he’s lined up and Jensen can open his mouth and take Jared’s cock into it. Utter man, strong and musky, Jared’s cock is heavy in his mouth and hot. So hot. Just like the rest of him. His muscles are tensing and releasing all along Jensen’s length as he pushes down into Jensen’s mouth and back up as he slides along Jensen’s cock. His mouth is fully sealed now, and Jensen mirrors it sucking on Jared’s dick and working the hot flesh firmly.
His tongue rubs against the vein and Jared moans against his dick and then makes a muffled and shocked noise. And Jensen’s mouth is filled with come as Jared spurts and jerks. He swallows gamely, and then feels the sweaty heat of Jared’s head as his date lays it on his thigh.
“Sorry. Sorry Jensen. It’s been a long long time.”
Jensen laughs, rubs his mouth, and then twists out from under Jared.
“You’re fine. Come up here.”
And Jared does. They tangle together, kissing, hands roaming everywhere. Jensen is still hard, his cock rubbing against the slick length of Jared’s and his fingers massaging Jared’s ass cheeks and he digs his tongue deeper into Jared’s mouth and shares the taste. He isn’t sure if he’s going to get where he wants to go, but Jared’s big hand covers his and brings it up, and then Jared is sucking his fingers. Getting them just as sloppy and wet as their dicks are.
Jensen lets his hand be brought back down and then his fingers are circling Jared’s hole before he slides one in cautiously. He doesn’t want to over stretch right away, especially if Jared’s been without for so long.
Also, he would really like this to last.
He works his finger in and out, slowly, feeling the tightness of the muscles and the heat of Jared’s body as his other hand pulls one cheek to the side and his mouth keeps exploring Jared’s. The guy is noisy, grunting and moaning into his mouth, stopping every now and then to say “Yes” and “fuck” and Jensen loves it. It’s a great counterbalance to his focused silence. It lets him know that he’s doing this right.
But he’s so hard. Jared’s dick is stirring a little against his as they rub together, still soft but regaining a little life, and Jensen wants him all the way back up. He wants the pride of knowing he’s been able to get Jared hard and off twice in one go. He wants to actually see Jared’s face as he comes. Jared dips his head down and bites Jensen’s left shoulder, his right pec, the skin over his sternum, tongue laving where his teeth scrape.
He slips a second finger against the rim, circling it as he presses in deeper with the first, and Jared gives an abortive little nod before nipping Jensen’s lips and groaning.
The second finger moves in smooth and Jensen moans with Jared this time at the feel of the hole giving way to him and stretching. He’s going to get his dick in there next. He’s going to be inside of Jared. He feels his cock jerk hard at the thought.
Jared is pushing back onto his fingers, forward into his cock, and Jensen is the one to nip lips this time as he spreads his fingers and scissors them at the same pace as Jared’s hips while their cocks work against each other and Jared reaches half-erection status.
“Jared. Roll with me.”
Jared is big, but he does. His hands land on either side of Jensen as Jensen goes on his back and slips his fingers at a much more awkward angle while he works Jared open. He pulls gently with his hands and Jared takes the hint and starts knee walking up until he’s straddling Jensen’s chest with his half hard cock in front of Jensen’s face and his ass close enough that Jensen can work it much more easily.
He works his fingers to a pace, sucking in Jared’s cock and tonguing it while his fingers are deep, slipping them out and stretching the rim as he pushes his head back into the pillows to just work the head.
And Jared is loving it, gripping the headboard and spluttering happily, moaning and cursing, but he’s letting Jensen run the show. There’s something even sexier about that, about a man so big and powerful letting Jensen lead him. It makes him feel a little animalistic, and Jensen twists his fingers a little and finds Jared’s prostate even as he sucks down a little harder.
Jared cries out, jumps, and his cock goes fully hard in Jensen’s mouth. It’s time.
Except Jensen has very rarely topped, and he’s not exactly sure how to approach that. In his minimal experience people just sort of gravitated one way or another, and from a surface deep consideration Jared should be a top man.
He watches as Jared crawls backwards and then catches Jensen’s hand and pulls him up into a sitting position. He’s brought to the edge of the bed, and then Jared settles down onto his lap and starts kissing him again. Jensen pulls back just enough to spit in his hand and add a little more slickness to his cock before he sinks his fingers into the hair at the top of Jared’s head and pulls him back into a kiss.
His free hand lines his cock up, and then Jared sinks down onto it halfway and Jensen’s hand flies up to Jared’s back to hold him steady while he sucks in a deep breath against Jared’s mouth. He’s tight, hot, perfectly shaped around Jensen’s dick.
They stay like that for just a moment before Jensen pushes his hips up and sinks deeper into Jared’s ass. Jared cries out, back arching and hand landing on the nape of Jensen’s neck while his other hand falls back onto the bed. Jensen takes the chance and latches onto Jared’s nipple. He bites it gently and then starts sucking on it. Nips the skin around it too before biting the meat of the pec. Jared really seems to like biting.
Jared’s cock is trapped between them, pressed against his stomach as he settles fully onto Jensen’s dick. At first the rhythm is a little off, but then they fall into it together and they’re moving at the same time, Jared using his thighs to help Jensen go down and then moving back down to push Jensen in deeper. He keeps pace, sucking on Jared’s nipple, biting gently at Jared’s chest, massaging Jared’s scalp as they go. He’s gotten good at doing multiple things at once, and Jared seems to be loving it.
Orgasm building Jensen releases Jared’s right nipple and moves to his left. He untangles his fingers from Jared’s hair and grips Jared’s cock. It’s awkward with their bodies pressed so tightly together but he gets the angle and starts to stroke slow and sweet. Jared is babbling nonsense as he rocks up and down, and when Jensen bites him again Jared’s body goes whipcord tight and he growls as his ass clenches down on Jensen.
And that’s the end of him. Jensen comes hard and keeps stroking Jared in a stuttering motion until Jared clenches down again and comes all over his hand.
They collapse together on the bed in a sweaty heap, and Jensen immediately begins to itch. Jared reads his mind somehow, because he pushes himself up with a grunt and then pulls Jensen up too.
Showering together is amazing too. Jared is all smiles, big hands moving over Jensen’s body as he soaps him up and beard rubbing against his tender skin as he covers Jensen in little kisses and bites. He stretches and leans into it, almost like petting, and then gives the same treatment back to Jared.
Afterwards they rub each other down with towels that are super soft for a mountain man, and then head back to the bed where both of them end up under the covers wrapped up with each other. Jensen looks up and realizes there’s a skylight above them displaying the moon.
“It’s so full.”
Jared’s head tilts before his presses his lips to the top of Jensen’s head.
“Actually, it’s not full until tomorrow.”
Jensen falls asleep to the gentle rise and fall of Jared’s chest, the strength of his heartbeat, and the glow of the moon and stars.
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Jensen wakes up to an empty bed and the sound of licking. He opens his eyes slowly, unsure if he wants to see what’s going to be in front of him.
It’s a dog. A huge dog. Possibly the biggest dog Jensen has ever seen. Its face is broad and fluffy, fur grey and black and brown, and its eyes are familiar.
He takes a deep breath and then holds his hand out with the backs of his fingers displayed to the dog’s nose.
Wonder of wonders the dog sniffs his hand happily, mouth hanging open and sharp teeth glistening as it looks up at Jensen. And that’s when he knows. Knows.
Jensen rolls out of the bed, quilt clutched around his waist and slides down the ladder from the loft slamming into the hardwood floor and distantly listening to the whining and barking of the animal upstairs as he rolls onto his knees, gets up, and flees the house grabbing just his keys from the table where he dropped them near the door.
He drives all the way home with just the blanket covering him, shaking like a leaf and gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles are bleached white.
That dog. That dog was Jared. The same hand sniff he did when Jensen first met him. The same eyes. The same teeth.
Jensen crawls into bed and under the covers and shakes himself to sleep.
“I dressed as a human.”
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Jensen wakes up bleary eyed to a crash in his kitchen. He stumbles out of bed, still naked, and finds that he’s clutching the quilt he accidentally stole from Jared still and that his eyes are mostly swollen shut. He fumbles in the closet as quietly as he can before he finds the baseball bat and moves as stealthily as he can down the hall. He peeks around the corner and sees a broad back in his kitchen bent over.
A deep breath, choking up on the baseball bat, and then he makes a mad rush across the floor. It’s the quilt that does it, one more surprise from his blind date he thinks, slips under his feet and takes his traction away and then instead of a controlled swing Jensen is flying through the air and flailing with the bat in his hand.
The shadowy shape stands up, spins, and catches him. And Jensen knows again instantly from the smell that this is Jared. Jared in his kitchen. He can see his fridge door beyond Jared and instead of the sparse ingredients he had for salads and sandwiches there are heaps of smoked and bagged meats. And a flower.
Jensen pulls up and back, eyes narrowing and bat clattering on the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Jared swallows and then a sad, small smile crosses his face.
“I brought back your clothes and your wallet. And I thought, you know maybe, that you’d like some meat. It’s smoked and cured and really good. I promise.”
Jensen’s anger wavers at the bleak hope in Jared’s voice.
“Well. Thank you. I guess. Thank you.”
Jared looks around and then his eyes settle back on Jensen.
“You have a nice apartment.”
“Thank you.”
It’s awkward. Super awkward. Not because Jensen is afraid that Jared will suddenly lunge at him and rip his throat out, although movie logic tells him he should be, but because suddenly Jared feels like a stranger and he hasn’t seemed that way since Jensen first met him.
“Hey. Listen. I’m sorry about. It just sort of hit me this morning and I thought you’d stay asleep. But I understand. I didn’t really warn you and I understand. That it’s too much. Could you just…swear not to tell anyone?”
Jensen looks back at the meats stacked in the fridge. He looks at Jared’s honest, hangdog expression, and the way his hands dangle at his sides.
“Come to bed weirdo. Explain to me why you turn into a dog.”
He turns his back and heads for the bedroom, so he misses the look on Jared’s face but he can hear the petulant whine in his voice.
“I’m a wolf Jensen.”
“Wolf. Dog. Is there a difference?”
The breath whooshes out of him when Jared slings him over his shoulder and storms into the bedroom growling and grumbling.
Author: dimeliora
Fandom: CW RPF
Wordcount: 4,489
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jared, Jensen, Chris
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Warning(s): NC-17
Summary: Jensen is on a Halloween blind date with typical surpises. Written for
smpc.“He’s a luuuuumberjack!”
Chris slides past Jensen laughing and waving his arms.
Jensen hates his friends.
“He’s not a lumberjack. He’s…somebody who works in the woods. Could be any number of things. He could be a park ranger or a conservationist.”
“He’s a lumberjack.”
His best friend hangs off the end of the slide, eyes glazed and face fixed in a permanent smile. He’s been drinking. So has Jensen, but Jensen is way less obnoxious about it.
“Chris. This is my first date in a year. And it’s on Halloween which is the night people tend to be weirdos. So can you please, please, not be an asshole and talk me into canceling.”
Jensen watches Chris sit up, wobble a little, and then smile brighter and a bit more honest.
“It’s gonna be great.”
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Jensen fiddles with his tie and then looks around the restaurant. Everyone is in costume. Everyone.
Should he have dressed up? Should he have planned this a little better? Should he run right now before-
“Howdy.”
Jensen jumps, looks up at the man his student’s mother set him up with, and keeps looking up. It doesn’t help that he’s sitting but the guy is tall. And all Jensen knows is that his name is Jared and he lives in the woods.
And now he knows that Jared is huge, shaggy, and absolutely delicious. His ass is hugged perfectly in tight jeans, a plaid flannel hangs off broad shoulders, and a big dimpled smile greets Jensen warmly.
He feels the blood rush to his face even as he stands up and holds his hand out to Jared.
“Hi! Hi there! Jared right?”
Jared leans in and sniffs his hand. Jensen bursts out laughing and after a pause Jared laughs too. They both stand there laughing so long that Jensen only realizes when he’s light-headed that everyone is looking at them.
He sits and Jared mirrors him, and then they’re staring at each other. Jensen finds it hard to keep his eyes where they should be, hard to think of a single thing to say. Jared does it for him.
“Why is everybody in such odd clothes?”
Jensen feels his eyebrow lift.
“They’re in Halloween costumes.”
“Oh yeah. Yeah of course. So it’s really nice to meet you.”
So the guy doesn’t remember that it’s a kid’s holiday? So what? They’re not kids. There’s no reason for them to remember it.
“It’s nice to meet you too. Do you do this often?”
Jared tilts his head, a strange and quizzical look in his eyes, and Jensen is instantly enamored.
“Eat dinner?”
“No. Do you go on blind dates often?”
His date laughs and then looks around the room.
“Nope. This is my first. How ‘bout you?”
“Same.”
Jensen fiddles with his fork before looking up again to see Jared staring at him intently.
“Is there…something on my face?”
“No. You’re just a very good looking man. You have kind eyes, smile lines that suggest you are generally happy, rough hands that state that you know hard work, and a genuinely pleasant smell.”
He’s so flattered and flabbergasted that he ignores the smell part and rolls right into the rest of it.
“Ditto.”
Jared starts laughing again and then turns to smile at the waiter. He orders a rare steak and a fully loaded baked potato. Jensen goes with a steak too and hopes that it won’t be too heavy. He has a feeling that he knows where tonight is going. Or maybe it’s just a hope.
“What do you do for a living Jared?”
Jared bites into the bread, crumbs falling down his shirt and hanging in his beard. His mouth curls and Jensen sees bright white teeth glimmer in the light.
“I’m a hunter. Rosa said that you’re a teacher?”
“Yep. I teach high school Biology and Physical Science. Rosa’s son is in both of my classes this year.”
“Rosa says he’s pretty smart.” Jared licks butter from his fingers and looks around the room again before settling on Jensen. “You like teaching?”
Jensen nods, throat too dry to talk, and then sips his water.
“Yeah. A lot. You know, it has its moments but overall it’s very fulfilling. To be a part of molding young minds and opening doors to new knowledge.”
His date grins again, those teeth gleaming and a little sharp looking in the light.
“I always liked school as a kid. Especially math. Science was fun too.”
“Math, huh? Not usually a favorite.”
Jared lifts an eyebrow.
“Math is part of science ain’t it?”
“Yeah. No it is. I like it just fine. It’s just not so popular with your average person.”
Jared leans in and strokes Jensen’s hand making his throat go dry again.
“I’m definitely not average.”
Jensen is afraid to ask if that’s about Jared’s personality, his size, or both. Instead he laughs nervously and then finds himself squeezing Jared’ hand. It’s weird. It’s a weird move. Jensen recognizes that the second he does it but he can’t stop it now. He’s already doing it and they’re locked in a moment where Jared’s still smiling but he’s not talking and Jensen is pretty sure his mouth is just hanging open.
The waiter saves his life by arriving with the food. He sets it down and Jensen immediately let’s go of Jared’s hand and pulls his napkin up to drop in his lap. Jared watches him intently as the food is laid down and then the waiter disappears and leaves Jensen to his awkward erection and this long silence.
He fiddles with his knife and fork before picking them up and slicing into the steak. Jensen curses Chris for being the voice in his head yelling that he should talk and talk now. For the future mocking he’s going to get when Chris finds out how the good time died.
And then steak juice squirts onto his plate, and Jensen looks up to see that Jared is intently staring at his utensils as he copies Jensen’s motions. His big hands are gripping the knife and fork awkwardly, like weapons, and he’s attacking the poor steak. He notices Jensen watching and laughs before he lifts a piece of meat to his mouth and then drops it back onto the plate.
Jensen starts laughing too, the tension instantly disappearing, and he takes his own bite neatly and feels pretty smug. He might not be smoking hot, but he sure can use utensils.
“So what do you hunt?”
Jared looks up and talks around his mouthful.
“Food. Really anything that comes across my path.”
“And you sell it?”
“No we trade in my community. It’s sort of a commune thing out in the woods. I happen to be the best hunter.”
Jensen feels his eyebrows raise.
“We’re not talking Jim a Jones commune here are we?”
Jared laughs and shakes his head before licking steak juices off his fingers in a way that makes Jensen wonder if he would have even minded a yes to that question.
“Nah man. We’re just like an extended family that enjoys our freedom. We don’t own a ton of guns or handle snakes. Well. I mean we kill poisonous snakes and then bury them but we don’t handle them for religious reasons or anything. It’s peaceful out there. Calming. I’ve found that living in the city is just not for me.”
“So what about medical care or electricity? Things you can’t make.”
“There’s ways to live without electricity. But my brother lives out there too and he’s a doctor. He does healthcare for little rural areas around our community and we use that for bills that we can’t barter for.”
“Sounds idyllic.”
Jared looks around the restaurant and then leans in again.
“You wanna see it?”
And there should be red flags and alarm bells everywhere. They just met, Jared eats like a savage and talks like a hippie, but Jensen finds himself nodding.
“I’d love that.”
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Jensen does have the good sense to follow Jared’s beat up pickup in his own car instead of riding out into the middle of nowhere with no escape vehicle. That being said they end up taking so many twists and turns that Jensen isn’t sure he’ll ever find his way back. He checks his cellphone charge to make sure he’ll be able to at least use Google maps if it’s necessary.
The cabin is in a clearing high up a hill. There’s a laundry line set up, smoke coming out of the chimney, and a shack that is also smoking. It takes Jensen a moment to realize that it’s a smokehouse. He parks behind Jared and then gets out slowly and takes a deep breath. Jared taps his shoulder and points up and Jensen looks to see a sky full of stars.
It’s beautiful here.
They don’t speak, Jensen feels the solemnity and weight of the place holding his tongue down, and he simply takes Jared’s hand and stares at everything around him. The shadows of the pine trees outlined by the bright beauty of the stars. The only light that blots some of them out is the full moon hanging heavy in the sky.
Breathtaking. Simply breathtaking and Jensen wonders how he’ll recover himself and tell Jared that since it’s custom to give the compliment out loud instead of standing slack-jawed and stupid. And then he’s being turned, his head is being tilted, and warm lips and scratchy beard are pressing against him.
Jensen may suffocate.
He’s not going to get his breath back, but that’s ok. He launches himself into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Jared’s neck and kissing back. He takes control of the kiss, tilting his head and pressing his tongue against Jared’s lips to deepen the contact. And Jared complies. Their tongues tangle, Jared’s fingers gripping his shoulders and Jensen tangling his own into the long, soft hair brushing Jared’s collar.
The kiss goes on until Jensen is honestly light-headed, and then Jared pulls back and sucks in a deep breath before letting out a pleased sigh.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night. Now come on Teach, I’m gonna show you a challenge.”
It’s fast, so fast, but Jensen allows Jared to pull him along to the front door of the cabin, push the door open, and then seat him in a chair. Which is the first indication that Jensen has missed something. Unless Jared wants to do it in the chair? Or maybe a strip tease? A strip tease would be amazing. Jensen’s dick agrees.
Except what actually happens next is Jared settles a marble chess table down in front of Jensen, pulls up a chair, and drops into it before straightening up the pieces. It takes Jared a moment to look up and realize that Jensen is staring at him, dumbfounded.
“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I should have asked. Do you play?”
Jensen nods slowly.
“You wanna be black or white? You’re the guest after all.”
Jensen touches one of the black pieces in front of him and feels the coolness of the stone.
“Black is fine.”
Jared finishes straightening the pieces and then leans back and starts stroking his beard.
“Alright, Teach. Let’s do this. Oh wait, one more thing.”
Jared rushes off, digs in an old fridge, and then comes back with two beers.
And Jensen can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah. Let’s do this.”
Two hours later Jensen is tipsy, buzzing with warmth from the fire and the laughter, and totally and utterly in love. Also, he’s lost every single game. It’s obvious that Jared is even giving him a break and yet Jensen still cannot get a single win.
But the guy is perfect. Good-natured, all smiles, whip smart, and super hot. Just. So hot. And it’s not the beer talking.
Jared is touchy too. His hands brush against Jensen’s, his long legs are stretched out and pressed against Jensen’s calves, and Jensen’s mouth is still tingling a little from the kiss. Or the beer, but also the kiss.
Definitely the kiss.
“So. Why didn’t you wear a costume?”
Jared looks thoughtful as he moves his queen into checkmate position.
“Honestly I just forgot it was Halloween, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t wear a costume.”
Jensen feels his eyebrows raise as he pushes his king over.
“What costume did you wear?”
His date looks up from the pieces, that big grin splitting his face and displaying those shiny white teeth. Sharper than before in the firelight and lips a warm rose.
“I dressed as a human.”
Jensen’s brain fumbles, stutters, and then he starts laughing.
“That’s awesome. Holy shit that was creepy.”
Jared laughs too, fingers linking with Jensen’s.
“You mind if we go to bed?”
And no. Jensen doesn’t mind at all.
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Jensen is not, as Chris insists, a priss. He does like things neat, he is fastidious, but he’s not a priss. Which is why when Jared throws him back onto the bed and then goes down on him Jensen rolls with it. He doesn’t check the sheets. He doesn’t look around the loft bedroom. He’s too busy focusing on the feeling of Jared’s beard rubbing against the smooth skin of his shaven balls and tickling him while Jared starts licking along the length of his cock.
It’s maddening and delightful. Jensen arches up into Jared’s warm tongue, digs his fingers into Jared’s hair, and moans happily as Jared’s tongue dips down and brushes over his balls. It’s sloppy and wonderful, Jared’s face moving from one angle to another as he licks all over his groin. His tongue presses down gently between the balls, presses along the base of the shaft, and then slides back up to the head before swirling around in a circle. His teeth scrape Jensen’s hip and then he bites and Jensen arches again and cries out.
He taps Jared’s skull and the big man looks up from his dick, tongue hanging out and still doing its work.
“Turn. Wanna taste you too.”
And Jared does. Shuffles on his knees until he’s lined up and Jensen can open his mouth and take Jared’s cock into it. Utter man, strong and musky, Jared’s cock is heavy in his mouth and hot. So hot. Just like the rest of him. His muscles are tensing and releasing all along Jensen’s length as he pushes down into Jensen’s mouth and back up as he slides along Jensen’s cock. His mouth is fully sealed now, and Jensen mirrors it sucking on Jared’s dick and working the hot flesh firmly.
His tongue rubs against the vein and Jared moans against his dick and then makes a muffled and shocked noise. And Jensen’s mouth is filled with come as Jared spurts and jerks. He swallows gamely, and then feels the sweaty heat of Jared’s head as his date lays it on his thigh.
“Sorry. Sorry Jensen. It’s been a long long time.”
Jensen laughs, rubs his mouth, and then twists out from under Jared.
“You’re fine. Come up here.”
And Jared does. They tangle together, kissing, hands roaming everywhere. Jensen is still hard, his cock rubbing against the slick length of Jared’s and his fingers massaging Jared’s ass cheeks and he digs his tongue deeper into Jared’s mouth and shares the taste. He isn’t sure if he’s going to get where he wants to go, but Jared’s big hand covers his and brings it up, and then Jared is sucking his fingers. Getting them just as sloppy and wet as their dicks are.
Jensen lets his hand be brought back down and then his fingers are circling Jared’s hole before he slides one in cautiously. He doesn’t want to over stretch right away, especially if Jared’s been without for so long.
Also, he would really like this to last.
He works his finger in and out, slowly, feeling the tightness of the muscles and the heat of Jared’s body as his other hand pulls one cheek to the side and his mouth keeps exploring Jared’s. The guy is noisy, grunting and moaning into his mouth, stopping every now and then to say “Yes” and “fuck” and Jensen loves it. It’s a great counterbalance to his focused silence. It lets him know that he’s doing this right.
But he’s so hard. Jared’s dick is stirring a little against his as they rub together, still soft but regaining a little life, and Jensen wants him all the way back up. He wants the pride of knowing he’s been able to get Jared hard and off twice in one go. He wants to actually see Jared’s face as he comes. Jared dips his head down and bites Jensen’s left shoulder, his right pec, the skin over his sternum, tongue laving where his teeth scrape.
He slips a second finger against the rim, circling it as he presses in deeper with the first, and Jared gives an abortive little nod before nipping Jensen’s lips and groaning.
The second finger moves in smooth and Jensen moans with Jared this time at the feel of the hole giving way to him and stretching. He’s going to get his dick in there next. He’s going to be inside of Jared. He feels his cock jerk hard at the thought.
Jared is pushing back onto his fingers, forward into his cock, and Jensen is the one to nip lips this time as he spreads his fingers and scissors them at the same pace as Jared’s hips while their cocks work against each other and Jared reaches half-erection status.
“Jared. Roll with me.”
Jared is big, but he does. His hands land on either side of Jensen as Jensen goes on his back and slips his fingers at a much more awkward angle while he works Jared open. He pulls gently with his hands and Jared takes the hint and starts knee walking up until he’s straddling Jensen’s chest with his half hard cock in front of Jensen’s face and his ass close enough that Jensen can work it much more easily.
He works his fingers to a pace, sucking in Jared’s cock and tonguing it while his fingers are deep, slipping them out and stretching the rim as he pushes his head back into the pillows to just work the head.
And Jared is loving it, gripping the headboard and spluttering happily, moaning and cursing, but he’s letting Jensen run the show. There’s something even sexier about that, about a man so big and powerful letting Jensen lead him. It makes him feel a little animalistic, and Jensen twists his fingers a little and finds Jared’s prostate even as he sucks down a little harder.
Jared cries out, jumps, and his cock goes fully hard in Jensen’s mouth. It’s time.
Except Jensen has very rarely topped, and he’s not exactly sure how to approach that. In his minimal experience people just sort of gravitated one way or another, and from a surface deep consideration Jared should be a top man.
He watches as Jared crawls backwards and then catches Jensen’s hand and pulls him up into a sitting position. He’s brought to the edge of the bed, and then Jared settles down onto his lap and starts kissing him again. Jensen pulls back just enough to spit in his hand and add a little more slickness to his cock before he sinks his fingers into the hair at the top of Jared’s head and pulls him back into a kiss.
His free hand lines his cock up, and then Jared sinks down onto it halfway and Jensen’s hand flies up to Jared’s back to hold him steady while he sucks in a deep breath against Jared’s mouth. He’s tight, hot, perfectly shaped around Jensen’s dick.
They stay like that for just a moment before Jensen pushes his hips up and sinks deeper into Jared’s ass. Jared cries out, back arching and hand landing on the nape of Jensen’s neck while his other hand falls back onto the bed. Jensen takes the chance and latches onto Jared’s nipple. He bites it gently and then starts sucking on it. Nips the skin around it too before biting the meat of the pec. Jared really seems to like biting.
Jared’s cock is trapped between them, pressed against his stomach as he settles fully onto Jensen’s dick. At first the rhythm is a little off, but then they fall into it together and they’re moving at the same time, Jared using his thighs to help Jensen go down and then moving back down to push Jensen in deeper. He keeps pace, sucking on Jared’s nipple, biting gently at Jared’s chest, massaging Jared’s scalp as they go. He’s gotten good at doing multiple things at once, and Jared seems to be loving it.
Orgasm building Jensen releases Jared’s right nipple and moves to his left. He untangles his fingers from Jared’s hair and grips Jared’s cock. It’s awkward with their bodies pressed so tightly together but he gets the angle and starts to stroke slow and sweet. Jared is babbling nonsense as he rocks up and down, and when Jensen bites him again Jared’s body goes whipcord tight and he growls as his ass clenches down on Jensen.
And that’s the end of him. Jensen comes hard and keeps stroking Jared in a stuttering motion until Jared clenches down again and comes all over his hand.
They collapse together on the bed in a sweaty heap, and Jensen immediately begins to itch. Jared reads his mind somehow, because he pushes himself up with a grunt and then pulls Jensen up too.
Showering together is amazing too. Jared is all smiles, big hands moving over Jensen’s body as he soaps him up and beard rubbing against his tender skin as he covers Jensen in little kisses and bites. He stretches and leans into it, almost like petting, and then gives the same treatment back to Jared.
Afterwards they rub each other down with towels that are super soft for a mountain man, and then head back to the bed where both of them end up under the covers wrapped up with each other. Jensen looks up and realizes there’s a skylight above them displaying the moon.
“It’s so full.”
Jared’s head tilts before his presses his lips to the top of Jensen’s head.
“Actually, it’s not full until tomorrow.”
Jensen falls asleep to the gentle rise and fall of Jared’s chest, the strength of his heartbeat, and the glow of the moon and stars.
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Jensen wakes up to an empty bed and the sound of licking. He opens his eyes slowly, unsure if he wants to see what’s going to be in front of him.
It’s a dog. A huge dog. Possibly the biggest dog Jensen has ever seen. Its face is broad and fluffy, fur grey and black and brown, and its eyes are familiar.
He takes a deep breath and then holds his hand out with the backs of his fingers displayed to the dog’s nose.
Wonder of wonders the dog sniffs his hand happily, mouth hanging open and sharp teeth glistening as it looks up at Jensen. And that’s when he knows. Knows.
Jensen rolls out of the bed, quilt clutched around his waist and slides down the ladder from the loft slamming into the hardwood floor and distantly listening to the whining and barking of the animal upstairs as he rolls onto his knees, gets up, and flees the house grabbing just his keys from the table where he dropped them near the door.
He drives all the way home with just the blanket covering him, shaking like a leaf and gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles are bleached white.
That dog. That dog was Jared. The same hand sniff he did when Jensen first met him. The same eyes. The same teeth.
Jensen crawls into bed and under the covers and shakes himself to sleep.
“I dressed as a human.”
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Jensen wakes up bleary eyed to a crash in his kitchen. He stumbles out of bed, still naked, and finds that he’s clutching the quilt he accidentally stole from Jared still and that his eyes are mostly swollen shut. He fumbles in the closet as quietly as he can before he finds the baseball bat and moves as stealthily as he can down the hall. He peeks around the corner and sees a broad back in his kitchen bent over.
A deep breath, choking up on the baseball bat, and then he makes a mad rush across the floor. It’s the quilt that does it, one more surprise from his blind date he thinks, slips under his feet and takes his traction away and then instead of a controlled swing Jensen is flying through the air and flailing with the bat in his hand.
The shadowy shape stands up, spins, and catches him. And Jensen knows again instantly from the smell that this is Jared. Jared in his kitchen. He can see his fridge door beyond Jared and instead of the sparse ingredients he had for salads and sandwiches there are heaps of smoked and bagged meats. And a flower.
Jensen pulls up and back, eyes narrowing and bat clattering on the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Jared swallows and then a sad, small smile crosses his face.
“I brought back your clothes and your wallet. And I thought, you know maybe, that you’d like some meat. It’s smoked and cured and really good. I promise.”
Jensen’s anger wavers at the bleak hope in Jared’s voice.
“Well. Thank you. I guess. Thank you.”
Jared looks around and then his eyes settle back on Jensen.
“You have a nice apartment.”
“Thank you.”
It’s awkward. Super awkward. Not because Jensen is afraid that Jared will suddenly lunge at him and rip his throat out, although movie logic tells him he should be, but because suddenly Jared feels like a stranger and he hasn’t seemed that way since Jensen first met him.
“Hey. Listen. I’m sorry about. It just sort of hit me this morning and I thought you’d stay asleep. But I understand. I didn’t really warn you and I understand. That it’s too much. Could you just…swear not to tell anyone?”
Jensen looks back at the meats stacked in the fridge. He looks at Jared’s honest, hangdog expression, and the way his hands dangle at his sides.
“Come to bed weirdo. Explain to me why you turn into a dog.”
He turns his back and heads for the bedroom, so he misses the look on Jared’s face but he can hear the petulant whine in his voice.
“I’m a wolf Jensen.”
“Wolf. Dog. Is there a difference?”
The breath whooshes out of him when Jared slings him over his shoulder and storms into the bedroom growling and grumbling.
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Date: 2016-10-09 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-17 04:13 am (UTC)I'm so very glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2016-10-09 02:13 pm (UTC)And now I shall go and share this via email and my twitter!
~Erin
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Date: 2019-01-17 04:14 am (UTC)I would definitely love to come back to these two at some point. They were utterly delightful to write, and now that I'm getting back into the swing of it, albeit slowly, I'm hoping they stop by to visit. :)
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Date: 2019-01-17 12:32 pm (UTC)Any plans to put this on AO3, by any chance?
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Date: 2019-01-18 05:02 am (UTC)No begging needed at all! It might take me a little bit, but I'll find these two for you.
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Date: 2019-01-18 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-10-09 04:39 pm (UTC)That is so GORGEOUS. And the fireman's carry there at the end sealed it. Loved this!
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Date: 2019-01-17 04:18 am (UTC):D I am always a firm believer in the power of the fireman carry close.
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Date: 2016-10-09 06:25 pm (UTC)I love the ending, with Jared's petulant whine, I can SEE the puppy eyes and hear his voice. Also, biting Jared YES! He loves to bite and lick, mmmhmmm.
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Date: 2019-01-17 04:19 am (UTC)You are amazing as always, and without you I wouldn't be responding now or writing this back then. <3333333
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Date: 2016-10-09 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-17 04:20 am (UTC)I really do hope these two stop by to see me so that there's more, and I am so glad you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2016-10-09 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-17 04:20 am (UTC)Jared was "mostly" honest. And mostly honest plus being Jared goes a long way to forgiveness. :D
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Date: 2016-10-10 10:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-17 04:24 am (UTC):D I'm so very glad you loved it! It's always fun to have logic coincide with magic. And this let me do both with both of these magical men. <3
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Date: 2016-10-10 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-17 04:25 am (UTC):D Very glad that you liked it!
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Date: 2016-10-11 03:10 am (UTC)♡
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Date: 2019-01-17 04:25 am (UTC)Very glad that you liked it. :)
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Date: 2016-10-11 10:44 pm (UTC)This was so sweet (the flower!!) but so very steamy too! I really wanted more of this, thus the criticism: too short!!
KILLER hot art!
Thank you for writing this!
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Date: 2019-01-17 04:27 am (UTC)I'm so very glad you liked it! I am really hoping that one day there are more of these two. :) That flower I added and cut several times before I gave in so I'm happy it was well received.
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Date: 2016-10-12 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-17 04:29 am (UTC)I really really hope they come back to visit me. I am finishing some pieces that were paid for in a fundraiser way too long ago, but now that I find myself finally able to write again I'm looking forward to the possibility. Glad you took a chance on this. :D
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Date: 2016-10-12 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-17 04:29 am (UTC)So very glad that you liked it and thank you for commenting!