Of course, that had been before today. Before tonight, rather. Before he'd fucked Jensen blind and stupid on the bed of a truck, and gone home with Jared and Jensen back to Jared's hotel suite. Before he'd been gently pushed into a chair with a beer in hand and watched as Jared and Jensen made out like horny teenagers on the sofa for his pleasure. As far as odd nights go, this had to rank right up there with the oddest. Not that he was complaining. "Getting a good view there?" Jared asked, lifting bruised, kiss-swollen lips from Jensen's throat to pin Jeff with a hot look that pierced through him like a brand. "Yeah," he replied, voice gruff with need. "View's just fine. You two look pretty getting off on each other." "Pervert," Jensen said affectionately as he traced invisible patterns on Jared's chest with his hands. They were both shirtless, sweaty and tousled – and they were both so hot that Jeff physically hurt from looking at them. "Well, you'd know," he finally replied, gaze dropping briefly to Jensen's crotch. "You gonna fuck me like that?" Jared asked, and Jeff jerked his gaze back up. Jared stared back at him, hungry and hot. "Maybe. But Jensen had to earn it." "Worth every bit of it, too," Jensen added, and nipped Jared on the shoulder with sharp teeth. Jared licked his lips, and Jeff could see goosebumps appearing on his arms. "Just tell me what I gotta do," Jared murmured. Just the opening Jeff had been looking for. He patted his knees, slid down on the chair until he was comfortably sprawled, legs splayed out and open. "Well," he said, and his voice brooked no room for argument, "for starters, you could crawl over here and let me feel how good that mouth of yours really is." Jeff and Jensen exchanged an amused, knowing look when Jared's knees hit the carpet.
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