"What happened?" Jared, on his way back from the kitchen, stopped at the TV and winced in sympathy. "Did Benoit just walk another guy?" "Yes," came the muffled reply. "Bases fucking loaded. And Everett's up now. I can't watch." "Proooobably a good idea," Jared said, just as Adam's bat connected with the ball and sent it flying over Michael Young's head for a 2-run double. Jensen peeked out from between his fingers, then promptly closed his eyes again, letting out something that might have been a whimper. "Kill me. And fire Buck for putting him in the game." "At least they only scored two runs," Jared said, slouching beside Jensen on the sofa. "And don't even think about throwing that pillow at the TV." "I wasn't," Jensen said, hurriedly, and put the pillow back down. "Uh huh. Here, drown your sorrows," Jared said, and passed over a fresh bottle of Bud Light. "I think I've moved beyond beer and oh yeah, now you take him out, you worthless mongrel." Jared chuckled and shook his head. "You'd think Buck would know better after yesterday's debacle -" "Dude, if you so much as mention the Yankees, I am laying your ass out." "I didn't say nothin'," Jared grinned, and batted Jensen's knee with his own. "And would you friggin' relax already, it's only May. What're there, like a thousand games left in the season?" "Ha, very funny." Jensen shoved his knee hard against Jared's in retaliation, and took a long swallow (or two) of his beer before setting it on the coffee table. If the Rangers were going to blow it - again he might add - at least he could be drunk, or on his way to it, by the time it was over. "Seriously, lighten up." Jared dropped his head, bangs falling in his eyes, and trailed light fingers along Jensen's inseam. "C'mon, man..." Jensen half-heartedly pushed at Jared's hand - not that it did much good. "I'm -" "Dude, if you're about to tell me you're not in the mood or you're watching the game, I am totally kicking you out," Jared laughed, and the sound of it, low and seductive in Jensen's ear, had Jensen biting his lip. Of course, it might have also been the feel of Jared's fingers nimbly unzipping his jeans and sliding under his boxers to curl over his already semi-hard cock. He swallowed, and shifted, then gasped when the motion pushed Jared's hand further over him. "J..." "Shhh...just relax and watch the game," Jared murmured, sliding his fingers to tease at Jensen's balls. Jensen slid down on the sofa, and spread his thighs, inviting more. On the TV, Chad Qualls was doing his usual bang up job, setting up for a Brad Lidge save, but Jensen didn't even care that his boys were striking and grounding out. Jared's hand wrapped completely around his cock and Jensen lifted his hips with every downstroke of Jared's fist. Heated, slow, like Jared had all the time in the world, and the only thing he wanted to do with it was to get Jensen off. "Feeling better, aren't you," Jared whispered, brushing soft lips across Jensen's earlobe, and Jensen turned his head, met the soft slide of Jared's lips with his own, hand dropping over Jared's, not guiding, just resting, needing as much contact as possible. Jared flicked his wrist as he slid his tongue between Jensen's teeth, coaxing Jensen's tongue out to play and tease. Jensen gasped once, low and guttural, and pumped his hips up to match Jared's rhythm, the tight heat of Jared's palm searing him to his toes. He could feel Jared's smile against his lips when he shuddered and jerked, coming over Jared's hand and his, the game completely forgotten. "Have I mentioned how much I love how easy you are?" Jared asked, brushing a last kiss to Jensen's lips before sitting up. "Shut up," Jensen mumbled, but there was no heat behind it. He was content to stay slumped where he was and watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Jared used a napkin to clean up his hand. "Looks like your boys lost," Jared commented, glancing at the TV before tossing the napkin into the trashcan on a perfect three-point shot. "This mean I get to fuck you to take my mind off it?" Jensen grinned, lolling his head to leer at Jared. Jared threw his head back and laughed, exposing the smooth column of his throat, and Jensen thought, as soon as he could move again, he was going to lay claim to that bit of skin. "Yeah, sure, man," Jared said, still chuckling. "Whatever you want." "Gonna regret saying that later," Jensen promised, even though they knew it was an empty threat. "I doubt it," Jared said, and Jensen could feel the rumble of Jared's laugh in the next kiss.
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