Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2006 08:08:55 -0500
From: Miss Meehan <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Vancouver, B.C. - Part 3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction involving celebrities. I do not know
them personally nor do I claim to know their sexual orientation.


"VBC" was engraved in silver letters on the small black envelope the
courier handed off to Jensen Ackles.  He asked the courier if he needed to
sign anything but the freckle faced teen was already on his way back to his
car.  Jensen's eyes followed the young man as he got into a rather
expensive looking sports car and drove off.

"Who was that?" A low raspy voice muttered.

Jensen barely had the door closed before he was pressed face first against
the heavy wood door.  Warm hands roamed his body.

" I guess that was a rhetorical question," Jensen snarked before managing
to maneuver and face his attacker.

The tall slim brunette leaned down and captured the smaller man's lips.  It
was only when he attempted to pin Jensen's hands over his head that he
noticed the small black envelope.

"Another letter from one of your fans?" Jared asked, extracting the
invitation sized envelope from his lover's hand.

"Hey, give that back, it's mine."

Jensen reached for the envelope but Jared simply held it up over his head,
making it impossible for the man to reach.

"That is so high school," Jensen said rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, I know," Jared beamed, opening the envelope.

"Huh," he said, his mouth silent moving as he read the words.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Jensen leaped up and snatched the card
and envelope from the taller man's hand. He lighted up the stairs knowing
his lover was in hot pursuit.  Allowing himself to be tackled to the bed,
he rolled on top of Jared while he read the curious note.

You're invited to attend a cock-tail reception for the grand opening of The
Vancouver Boys Club, an exclusive gentleman's club for actors currently
filming on location here in Vancouver, British Columbia.

Jensen read the date and time of the reception, noting that it would take
place on Valentine's Day.  Jared frowned.  He was hoping they would spend
the evening together.

"Are you going?" Jared asked, trying to hide his disappointment.

Jensen placed the card on his night table and looked down at the younger
man.

"I could swing by for an hour or two and then stop by your place to pick
you up."

"I guess that would work," Jared said, stroking his lover's back.

"There could be producers there.  This could be a big opportunity for me."

Jared turned his face away sulking.

"Hey, I'm not the one with the dashing good looks.  I have to work a little
harder to get ahead," Jensen said, turning Jared's face back to him.

Jared couldn't understand how Jensen didn't know how beautiful he was.  He
knew Jensen had a thing about his height, but the constant self-effacing
humor bothered Jared. He rolled his lover over, pinning him into the
mattress.

"Hey, you're beautiful.  I've seen the way guys and girls look at you,"
Jared said before kissing Jensen softly.

Jensen stared up at his costar.  He was still amazed at how well they had
hit it off.  Never in his wildest dreams did he think they'd end up
together.  While he had been on Smallville, he'd fallen hard for Tom
Welling, but it was an unrequited love.  It was common knowledge that Tom
was married and dressing room gossip that Michael Rosenbaum and Tom had a
thing for each other, although most believed it was more a connection than
a physical relationship.  No one could deny the eye fucking that went on
between the two on and off the set.

When Jensen got the call for a lead in the WB's new series Supernatural, he
was relieved to get away from Tom and the cast.  It was hard coming into a
show as the new guy.  The cliques were already formed and finding his place
had been difficult.  When he first met Jared, he thought of him as a poor
man's substitution for Tom. The kid was tall and gangly in contrast to
Tom's well toned physique. His head seemed to big and his hair seemed to
long.  When Jensen went home after the first day of shooting, he tried to
dream of Tom.  The image of Jared kept meshing with the image of his secret
crush and it made him hate Jared even more for ruining his fantasies.

Then a week into filming, it began to rain very hard and Jared had stopped
by his trailer to hang out while they waited out the weather.  That's when
he found out what a wicked sense of humor the other man had and that they
were both from Texas.  A few beers later and almost every take was useless
when they finally did start shooting thanks to Jared's on point imitations
of most of the crew.

>From that point on they were inseparable.  They ate lunch together, spent
their free time together.  Jensen began to appreciate Jared for who he was.
Jensen knew he was in trouble when the younger man began to creep into his
dreams.  Suddenly the taller man was no longer gangly but tall and slender.
Jensen wanted to peel back the bangs from his eyes and kiss the forehead he
once thought too big. The birthmark on his face called out to be licked.
He loved the man's smile, his voice, the twinkle in his eyes when he was up
to something.

One rare weekend off, Jensen had decided to stop by Jared's place to maybe
watch a game.  He just wanted to spend time with him. Jared had seemed
pleasantly surprised to see his costar and invited him in.

"I thought we could hang out, watch a game or something," Jensen offered.

"Actually, I just ordered a movie on pay per view," Jared said.

"Cool."

"I just ordered Chinese too," Jared smiled.

It took some time before Jensen realized they were watching some sort of
gay horror movie.

"What is this?" Jensen asked, hoping he didn't sound to put off.

"Dante's Cove. It's really cheesy but I like the main couple, Kevin and
Toby," he said, pointing at the screen.

Jensen couldn't believe how comfortable Jared was with this.  Had the shoe
been on the other foot, Jensen could imagine himself turning to football
before answering the door.

"Dude, are you gay?"

"Yeah, I thought you knew that," Jared answered, unflinching.

"Why would I know that?" Jensen asked, slightly confused.

"Well it's just....nevermind....I guess I got my signals crossed."

"Wait...wait.  Did you think I was coming on to you?"

"No, of course not," Jared lied. "Hey look, if this makes you
uncomfortable..."

"No, not at all...I ....I actually sort of like you," Jensen blushed.

"Sort of?"

"Yeah.  You're cute...sort of....almost," Jensen hesitated, "almost
beautiful."

Jensen was rewarded with a smile that made Tom's pale in comparison.  Jared
moved closer.

"You're almost sort of beautiful too," he said, closing the gap on the
couch between them and placing a chaste kiss on his co star's lips.  That
had been nearly six months ago.  Their show had been picked up for a full
season and Jensen couldn't imagine wanting anyone else more.

"You know what?  We should swing by your place to see if you got an
invitation too.  I can't imagine I received one and you didn't."

That thought seemed to perk up his pouting costar.  After breakfast, they
left for Jared's place.  Jared looked like a kid at Christmas when he
opened his door and found the letter laying scattered amongst the mail
shoved through his door.  He didn't even bother reading it. Instead, he
lifted his lover up and kissed him fiercely, walking him over to their
favorite place; Jared's extra long sofa.

"Feeling better?" Jensen asked when his lips were finally released.

Jared nodded enthusiastically, lowering his blond costar onto the sofa.

Jensen wanted to ask his partner why he'd been so upset before but Jared
nippling on his earlobe caused him to abandon those thoughts.  Then his
brunette lover whispered something in that very ear that provided the
answer.

"Now I can keep an eye on you," Jared whispered before taking the soft
flesh back between his teeth.

Jensen couldn't believe how possessive his lover had become nor his fear of
losing him.  Jared was the one everyone drooled over.  His face was
plastered on teen magazines and billboards everywhere he turned.  It made
Jensen jealous sometimes but not enough to protest and interfere with his
costars blossoming career.  Jensen had been in the business longer and new
all the ins and outs. He'd done it all; from modeling to soaps and several
television shows.  He hadn't made a splash on the big screen yet, but he
had a few offers in the works.

Jared on the other hand was the it boy as Tom Welling had been a few years
earlier. Jensen wasn't jealous of the attention Jared garnered per se, but
what that attention could lead to.  He went out his way not to be overly
protective or possessive.  In many ways he felt flattered that someone like
Jared was worried about losing him. Laying there now with the lanky
brunette pressed down on top of him, Jensen decided to focus and show his
lover in every way he could, that he had no intention of leaving him.

He wrapped his legs around the slim hips of his lover and thrust his own
hips up. Jared slid a hand down between them and deftly unzipped Jensen's
jeans. He glared down at his costar with lust when he realized the older
man hadn't bothered to put on underwear.  He gripped the semi-hard flesh in
his fist and stroked it lightly.  He knew how much this turned on and
frustrated his lover at the same time.

"Jared..." Jensen sighed.

"Ssh, this is your punishment for going commando," the brunette answered
before sliding of the sofa.

Jensen watched hungrily while his lover stripped off his own clothing,
kicking off shoes and toeing off socks before wiggling out of his tight
jeans. He stood along the side of the couch in just his boxer briefs, cock
straining against the fabric.  He ran one hand down his chest while the
other massaged his shaft through the fabric.

Jensen fretted and reached out for his lover only to have the man step back
out of reach. Frustrated, Jensen started to sit up but was unceremoniously
pushed back down.

"Stay there," Jared ordered.

The taller man helped his lover out of his jacket and shirt before he
walked to the arm of the couch where Jensen's legs hung over. He leaned
down and began messaging the man's left foot.  Jensen realized there was
something to the whole reflexology thing because his cock instantly got
harder as Jared messaged the ball of his foot.  When his younger costar
took his toes into his mouth, he thought he might disintegrated from the
heat permeating his skin.

"Ah Jared," he moaned.

He wiggled the toes of his other foot, hoping for equal time.

Jared drew his mouth off and licked a stripe up the arch of Jensen's foot.

"You like that," he drawled.

"Um...yes," Jensen moaned, reaching for his own cock.

A heavy hand smacked it away.

"Leave it," Jared said sternly.

"Please," Jensen begged, looking at his lover through half lidded eyes.

"Patience," his lover replied before giving his right foot equal time.

Jensen bucked and arched his hips.  Each lick, each suck, making him harder
than he thought humanly possible.  He stretched his arms over his head,
grasping at arm of the couch above his head.  Jared marveled at the
muscular form writhing on his sofa.  Jensen had the body of an athlete.  He
knew at one time he wanted to study sports medicine and that he was very
much into physical fitness.  It certainly paid off.  >From the toned thighs
and calves to the six pack and perfect pecs, Jensen was a beautiful sight
to see.  No way Jared was letting Jensen go to some boys club full of horny
young actor's and old lecherous producers alone.

Jared placed his lover's legs over his shoulders and bent forward until the
man's knees were parallel to his chest.  He held them in place, grasping
each thigh with his long fingers and bent down between the man's legs.
Never had Jensen felt so wonderfully exposed and vulnerable. He could feel
his lover blowing warm air against his anus.  He clenched and unclenched
his cheeks uncontrollable.

"Relax," Jared whispered, before darting out his tongue and tentatively
circling the puckered opening.

"Jar....," Jensen gasped.  His lover had never done this to him before.

"Ssh," Jared spoke, mouth mere inches from his lover's ass.

Jensen's cock jerked when the warm wet tongue skated over his entrance.
Jared smiled against it knowing he was driving the man insane.  He circled
the opening a few more times before looking up.

"Hold your legs in place," he ordered, as he stepped out of his underwear.

Jensen shivered as cool air replaced the warm tongue. He was about to
protest when Jared was bent down again and lapping at his hole like a
thirsty cat. Jensen dug his own nails into the back of his thighs, willing
himself not to touch his throbbing cock.  Jared apparently had plans for it
and Jensen never liked to ruin Jared's plans.

The tongue plunged deeper and deeper into him.  Jared pushed his face as
close as he could enjoying the musky scent of his lover.  His nose rubbed
against the older man's balls and Jensen was making the most wonderful
noises Jared had ever heard.  Tiny little gasps and grunts drove the
brunette deeper.  He added one finger then two, careful not to touch the
writhing man's prostate.  He wanted this to last just a little longer.
With the hand that wasn't sharing space with his tongue, he jacked himself
slowly.  He wanted inside his lover desperately, but he also loved
tormenting the blond as well.

"Jared, please," Jensen cried out with urgency.

Jared knew it was time.  He extracted his tongue and crawled onto the couch
between his lover's legs and pushed them apart even further.

"Jared," Jensen pleaded with soulful eyes and his lover nodded his
permission.

Jensen fisted his cock furiously and Jared knew he had to hurry before his
lover came without him.  He slid easily into the wet hole.  Not standing on
ceremony, he slammed in and out of the man moaning beneath him.  Jensen
thought Jared was a tease, the way he toyed with him before sex.  The truth
was Jared could barely last once inside his lover.  Jensen's ass gripped
his dick so hard that with in minutes Jared could feel his climax coming to
a head.  This time was no different. His lover's tight hot ass was draining
him.  His whole body shook as he felt his balls tightening.  Watching
Jensen's hand work his own shaft wasn't helping.  Within seconds of each
other, both were panting each other's names breathlessly until Jared
collapsed on top of his lover.  Jensen stroked the brunette's hair and
placed kisses against it.

"Hey," Jensen said after awhile.

"Hmm," Jared replied sleepily.

"What would you have done, if you didn't get an invitation?"

Jared raised his head from his lover's chest and looked into his eyes.

"How bout I show you in a couple of hours," he smiled, before resting his
head against Jensen's chest and letting the steady rhythm of his heart beat
sing him to sleep.