"Huh?" Chad tore his attention from the bouncing breasts on the tv screen and stared at Jared. "That." Jared traced a still-damp finger across the ink on Chad's bare shoulder, lingered on warm skin. "Still gay." "Yeah, well, I don't see where you have room to talk," Chad retorted, even as he inwardly shivered from Jared's touch. The beer was bitter, cold, as it slid down his throat. Nothing beat a cold one on a hot day. "Wait, what, how's this about me?" "Look, dude, I'm just sayin' that any man that's got a tattoo of a heart on his ass is pretty gay." Jared frowned. "I don't have a tattoo of a heart on my ass." "If you say so," Chad replied serenely, and went back to watching Tiffany Price give some big black dude a very enthusiastic blowjob. "Damn, man, look at her lips. That's just tight." Jared didn't even look at the screen. "Chad, man, I don't have any tattoos." "What?" Chad glanced over, then shrugged. "Suit yourself, if you want to deny it. But I think I'm kind of the expert on your ass here." He managed not to laugh out loud when Jared muttered something under his breath, then disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door. He waited, finishing his beer and watching Tiffany get the requisite face full of come, until Jared yanked the door back open. "The fuck, man?" "Hmm?" Chad pasted his best innocent expression on his face and looked up. "This." Jared jerked his jeans down over his hips and pointed. A small red heart gaily sat at the top curve of Jared's right cheek. "I told you it was gay." "I don't remember getting this." "Maybe you were drunk?" "I'd have to be passed out not to remember getting a fucking red heart on my ass." Jared pulled his jeans back up, but left them unbuttoned. "Seriously, what the fuck." "How the hell would I know, man, it's not like I'm around you 24/7. Maybe you and Jensen had a few too many one night," Chad shrugged, inwardly chortling with glee. Jared's eyes narrowed. "This is Jensen's work, isn't it? Mother..." "J, man, you've been watching too many spy movies. You think Jensen drugged you up and tattooed your ass? Seriously?" Jared flopped back on the sofa next to Chad. "You have no idea how devious that motherfucker is. I wouldn't put anything past him." "Well, I think it's cute," Chad grinned, and, leaning over, quickly placed a conciliatory kiss to Jared's lips. "You should put my initials inside it." Jared laughed, even as he leaned in for his own kiss. "I am so not the bitch in this relationship." "Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better," Chad said, and swung a leg over Jared's lap, settling his thighs on either side of Jared's. "And now that I'm all keyed up and hard from watching damn good porn, am I gonna get at that tattoo now or what?" "One-track mind," Jared lamented, but his hand was already on the back of Chad's head to yank him close for a hard kiss. Chad made a mental note to text Jensen later and congratulate him on a successful prank, then succumbed to the more important matter of Jared's lips on his.
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