Jensen is the first to wake. He sits on the edge of Jared’s bed, hands pressing into the mattress and tries not to think too much like he has the tendency to. He glances over his shoulder to where Jared lies on the bed, belly up and head turned to the side, midday light slicing through slits in the blinds; across the points of his cheeks, his collarbone, one terracotta-colored nipple. Jared’s heat so much like the sun and Jensen reaching like a sun-seeking root, greedy for what lays hidden underneath Jared’s sheets, the swell of it between his strong thighs.
- Part 2 of Secrets'verse
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21 Dec 2013