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amberdreamsBack to Part One
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All the students had long since given up on any pretence of modesty in their schoolroom turned makeshift dorm, and slept naked with just a thin cotton sheet between them and the warm muggy nights. And even that often ended up flung off too. The schoolhouse only had glass in some of its windows while others were left empty or boarded up, so the students had tacked up more sheets as makeshift curtains to stop the village kids gawping in and (as the Brits said) taking the piss.
Even to a Texan, or maybe especially to a Texan used to air-conditioning wherever you went, this unrelenting southern Italian heat was oppressive. Tonight was no different from any of the other nights since they’d arrived in Apulia, but Jared just couldn’t get to sleep. Sweat was trickling down his body, soaking into the thin mattress, and he felt sticky and restless and so hot he couldn’t think straight. None of which was helped by the fact that every time he closed his eyes, the only image his brain deemed fit to supply was of Jensen Ackles’ full pink lips. As a means of cooling himself down, it left a lot to be desired. And there was the crux of Jared’s problem. Desire.
It was bad enough having endured an academic year’s worth of sexual frustration pursuing the cutest disinterested girl, only to find at the last possible moment that this apparent disinterest was because she was painfully shy and not because she didn’t like him. No, the real ball crusher was finding out now, when he was hundreds of miles away from consummating that potential relationship, that he was irresistibly drawn to another person who was everything Alison was not. Outgoing, witty, tall, self assured – and male.
Even trying not to think about Jensen had Jared half hard. Shit. Giving up on trying to sleep, Jared sat up, letting his eyes adjust to the dim moonlight filtering through their homemade curtains. Perhaps a glass of water might help, even though his thirst was less to do with the temperature of the air and more to do with the heat of his illicit passion.
He dragged on a pair of boxer briefs and padded barefoot down the silent dark hallways to the kitchen. He ran the tap for a minute to let it run cold before filling a glass. He opened the outside door and breathed a sigh of relief when that created a bit of a through draft. He felt his skin prickle and his nipples harden as the cooler air hit his sweaty skin. Outside the moon was very bright, casting deep black shadows. It was beautiful. The path from the door led down to the wall that divided the old school yard from the steepening rock strewn slope, and Jared had a sudden wish to see over the edge in the moonlight. Forgetting his lack of shoes, he set his water down and wandered out into the night.
Jared’s sense of adventure bubble was rudely popped two seconds later when he was reminded that bare feet are vulnerable to sharp stones and prickly weeds. Cursing and hopping Jared blundered back into the dark kitchen, only to be brought up short when he bumped into something soft yet unyielding. A something that then sprouted hands that grabbed and steadied him.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?”
Jared knew that husky voice, and the intimate combination of those rough tones and warm hands gripping his biceps went straight to Jared’s dick. Oh god, what was Jensen doing here?
“I’m fine, I just…I think I’ve got a thorn or something…” Jared knew he was babbling but he didn’t feel capable of anything else right now. Fortunately, Jensen took charge. He propped Jared up against the doorframe with an order to stay, which Jared did, precariously balanced on one leg. Then a moment later he blinked as the fluorescent strip light flickered into life, throwing the Spartan little kitchen into stark relief, and illuminating Jensen. Jared swallowed, hard. Obviously the post graduates had the same problems the other students had with the heat, why wouldn’t they, so Jared really shouldn’t have been surprised that Jensen was nearly naked too. He couldn’t seem to help himself though, just stared while Jensen bustled efficiently around the kitchen, fetching him a stool to sit on and filling a bowl with warm water in case the thorn needed soaking out.
It was kind of hypnotising, watching the play of muscle under the smooth pale skin as Jensen moved. He couldn’t help noticing all the freckles, how they were everywhere, dusted over Jensen’s back and stomach. And how the golden hairs on his arms caught the light.
“So let’s see this injury, then,” Jensen said and then he fucking knelt down between Jared’s legs. Jared thought his head might just melt from being so close to Jensen’s wide green eyes, let alone from the fact that Jensen’s position was just so suggestive. He could almost feel Jensen’s breath up the leg of his boxers. Which really wasn’t helping. Jared wordlessly offered Jensen his foot to examine, and could have sworn the guy grinned as he turned away to check the sole.
“Aha! I see it,” Jensen said. “It’s not too bad, I’ll have it out in just a sec. There.” Jared barely had time to wince before Jensen triumphantly held up what looked to Jared an inch long spike of a thorn.
“Not too bad?” Jared squeaked. “It’s huge!”
Jensen just ignored Jared’s unmanly freak out, and started to gently bathe Jared’s injured foot. There was something very soothing yet sensual about the way Jensen was touching him that left Jared suddenly lost for words.
“I don’t think you’ll need any dressing on it, the puncture wound was very small,” Jensen was saying, as he applied some antiseptic from a first aid kit Jared hadn’t even noticed him producing from somewhere. Jensen dried that foot carefully with a small towel, and Jared expected the ministrations would end there, but instead, Jensen calmly took Jared’s other foot and proceeded to handle it in the same manner. First he washed it in the cool water then dried it with the same level of attention he’d just given the injured foot. Jared felt strangely relaxed with this Biblical treatment, even though he was sure he should have been freaking out.
Then Jensen was finished, placing Jared’s injured foot down on the floor, but not moving from where he knelt between Jared’s splayed knees. Jared’s eyes widened as Jensen placed a warm hand on each of Jared’s thighs. The older guy was saying something but Jared’s brain was too distracted by the fact that Jensen was touching him be barely comprehended one word in five. Besides the fact that Jensen was talking so fast it was as if he didn’t’ really want Jared to hear him.
“Jared. I know you have a girl back home and you aren’t looking for anything else, but I just need… can I just have this? One kiss. It won’t mean anything, call it a summer fling, a bit of fun, whatever you like…”
One word filtered through. Kiss. Jensen wanted to kiss him. Oh my god. Fuck yeah. Jared must have said something that sounded like an affirmative because then Jensen was rising up and leaning in, so his face was tilting so close Jared probably looked like a complete dork going cross-eyed trying to focus on Jensen’s wide eyes, but he didn’t care. Jared could feel the moist touch of Jensen’s breath on his lips before, finally, their lips touched.
It was the moment Howard Carter looked through that opening into Tutankhamen’s tomb and saw wonderful things. It was Basil Brown finding the Sutton Hoo treasure, Heinrich Schliemann discovering Troy. It was electrifying, terrifying, brain-meltingly perfect.
Then all too soon Jensen was breaking away, flushed an adorable shade of pink. Jared was too stunned to even squeak out a protest at the sudden withdrawal.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that…don’t know what came over me…”
Jensen was still muttering apologies as he rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Jared hard and aching with a tiny hole in his foot and a huge hole in his conscience.
Summer fling. Okay. Maybe he could live with that.
(Illustration by the lovely
siennavie - thank you darling!)
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Jared woke the next morning, taken by surprise by the fact that he had actually managed to fall asleep. When he’d eventually slipped back into his dorm, trying his best to be all silent and cat-like, he’d lain for what felt like hours, abuzz with the numerous conflicting feelings kissing Jensen had aroused.
Jared’s heart was sending the blood rushing round his body far too fast and hard, and his fingertips retained the sense memory of Jensen’s rapid heart beat where Jared had placed his hand on the other man’s throat while they had tangled tongues. Jared couldn’t believe that had just happened. Jensen Ackles had fucking kissed him. Even though he’d kind of hoped he wasn’t mistaken about the spark that had been pinging backwards and forwards between them in some lovesick, lust-ridden game of Tetris, he hadn’t really believed that Jensen genuinely fancied him.
Was he willing to put all thoughts of Alison aside and actually do this thing, after telling himself over and over it wasn’t in his nature to cheat on her, even if they weren’t officially an item yet? The idea of a temporary, no strings liaison was dangerous ground for Jared, who tended to be an all or nothing kind of guy.
But. This was Jensen Ackles. This could be the only chance Jared would ever have to find out what it could be like, to be with someone like Jensen. Maybe Jensen was right, this could just be a bit of fun together, two consenting adults over the summer break, before everything slotted back into place and normality resumed.
At some point, somehow he’d gone to sleep nursing that thought, and woken with it at the forefront of his mind. It didn’t take Alan long to pick up on Jared’s unusually pensive mood as the two men showered before breakfast. Of course, Jared crumpled under pressure, he always did. Keeping secrets was never his forte. Strangely, Alan didn’t seem all that surprised by Jared’s revelation, instead his friend cut right to the heart of Jared’s dilemma.
“Does Jensen know about Alison?”
“I think so, yeah. He said something about he understood if I just wanted this to be a summer fling. I suppose he’s got that cricket guy back home, like I’ve got Alison.”
Alan looked thoughtful. “Would it make any difference if Jensen didn’t have a boyfriend?”
In spite of himself, Jared momentarily brightened at the thought, before deflating again. “Yes, but it’s not like a guy like Jensen would normally think twice about going out with a guy like me.”
Alan snorted and stepped out of the shower, shaking his head, scattering water droplets like a dog.
“Oh please. Have you seen the way he looks at you? He can’t take his eyes off you. Even an unobservant bloke like me can see it, and the girls won’t shut up about it. I think they’d pay to see you two kiss.”
Jared flushed all over. He grabbed his towel to hide his embarrassment and found it was nowhere near big enough. Alan grinned and continued.
“Ok. Well I have it on good authority that dickhead Dominic has been shagging Billy Barnes for a few months, so Jensen is a free man. Now you have to decide what you’d rather do. Take this guy who looks at you like he thinks the sun shines out of your arse, or wait and see if Alison is ‘the one’.” Alan punctuated this with finger quotes and a sceptical expression. “Because, not to get too soppy about it, I’ve never seen you look at Alison any time during the last year the way you look at Ackles.”
Alan turned before he exited the shower room. “Think about it and don’t be a big girl’s blouse,” he said, and disappeared, leaving Jared absently towelling himself down. Think about it. Huh. He had a feeling it would be hard to think about anything else, as he was due to spend the whole day alone with Jensen.
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“Rise ‘n shine, sleeping beauty!”
Jensen groaned and pulled the sheet over his head in a vain attempt to avoid Mark’s disgusting cheerfulness at five in the morning. Nobody should be happy at this time of day, especially without coffee. Even after a week of early rising, aimed at avoiding digging in the midday heat, Jensen was still a total wreck until he’d knocked back at least two huge mugs full of coffee.
It took him another moment to remember his middle of the night excursion to the kitchen. Oh my god, he’d kissed Jared Fucking Padalecki. Unconsciously he touched a finger to his lips. They were still tingling. He seemed to recall saying something about being Jared’s summer fling, and Padalecki agreeing. Shit. This wasn’t going to end well.
As usual, by the time Jensen half sleepwalked his way into the small kitchen it was a heaving mass of student flesh, all jockeying for position around the table heaped with fresh bread, cheese and fruit. It was a constant mystery how the local Botromagno baker managed to get up even earlier than the Branchester students in order to produce their supplies every morning, but Jensen didn’t care as long as someone brewed his caffeine. He headed straight for the coffee pot with bleary-eyed determination, ignoring the angry protests as he bumped and barged his way across the room.
“Watch out,” sang Mark, “Coffee zombie coming through!”
It wasn’t until Jensen had imbibed half of his second mug that he woke up enough to locate Jared, who was busy lathering his fourth bread roll with a layer of butter as thick as wedding cake frosting. Jensen wrinkled his nose and pretended he didn’t remember his undergraduate urges to stuff his face whenever he had a chance of free food.
“Padalecki,” he said, waving his mug at the lanky student and trying for nonchalance. “You’re with me today. Meet me by the Prof’s Land Rover in half an hour.”
He grabbed a couple of peaches from the table as he passed on the way to the door, ignoring the wolf whistles and jokes largely aimed at Jared’s blushing face. Goddam it, did the guys know about last night’s indiscretion already?
Half an hour later and Jensen was doing pretty well, he thought. He was ignoring the way Jared had to almost fold his long limbs in half to fit into the front seat of the Land Rover. Jensen didn’t need reminding how attractive he found it when a guy was bigger than him, thank you very much. Jensen was also ignoring the way Jared’s cargo pants were sliding up exposing all that tanned hairy leg, because he was concentrating on driving down the dusty track and not tipping the Land Rover over the edge of the gorge that almost fully encircled the ancient deserted hill top town. It was harder to shut out Jared’s incessant chatter, though.
And hell’s bells, as Mark would have said, that guy could talk for America. In the space of their short drive, Jared told Jensen about growing up in San Antonio, how he had an older brother and younger sister (huh, just like Jensen), how he’d always loved history and that all his friends had thought he was a freak because he’d worked so hard to get the grades so he could come to Europe to get his degree.
It occurred to Jensen that he might be making the kid nervous with all his white knuckled glaring out of the dirty windshield, and the whole ignoring thing, but he didn’t dare relax in case the urge to grip Jared’s thigh instead of the wheel took him over entirely. He was just grateful the kid didn’t mention last night.
Fortunately once Jared moved onto the topic of archaeology in general, followed by ancient Rome, the Etruscans, and what influence the Greeks might have had on the subsequent civilisations, Jensen forgot he was supposed to be keeping himself aloof. First he joined the conversation. Then he accidentally took it over.
By the time he brought the ancient vehicle to a grinding halt at the end of the track, Jensen was in full flow. He barely interrupted his theorising in order to load up an open-mouthed Jared like a pack mule with surveying equipment, before shouldering his own duffel bag and leading the way through the herb scented brush to the first of the rock-cut tombs he wanted to measure.
“So, Prof Campbell has this theory to explain the use of this type of funerary architecture. Maybe the Etruscans settled this far south, but maybe they are Phoenician in origin, because of course we know the Phoenicians settled here from the pottery evidence, as well as from the literary sources, but I’m thinking Botromagno’s necropolis might predate that by some thousands of years. See, I’m thinking we might find parallels here with the tombs in Pantalica in Sicily, which have been dated in two main periods between the 13th and the 8th Centuries BC.”
Without a pause in his flow, Jensen dumped his bag on the debris-strewn floor of the tomb’s doorway. The interior was dark and damp and full of promise. Jensen didn’t care that all these tombs had been robbed out years ago, they still had secrets hidden in their dimensions, even though they contained nothing of value in terms of artefacts. And he was going to bring their secret histories out into the open with his research.
Still expounding his theories, he scrabbled around the bag’s contents and emerged with his flashlight in hand. He was turning around to check what Jared was doing with the precious theodolite, when, in a reversed echo of the previous night, he bumped into something hard and solid and warm. He looked up, and up and eventually met Jared’s dark determined gaze. Oh.
Jared crowded Jensen backwards until his shoulders were pressed up against the rough crystalline surface of the chiselled rock face, and Jensen was not getting off on this feeling of being dominated at all. His dick gave an excited twitch inside his loose cargo pants at the sheer intensity of Jared’s expression, and he was really starting to regret not having worn his tighter cut-off jeans, as his growing interest must be really obvious.
Then all thoughts of denial fled south and it really didn’t matter any more because Jared was running those big hands down Jensen’s chest and oh my god, unbuttoning Jensen’s pants.
“What…oh fuck,” Jensen gasped. It seemed that having Jared’s hands on him was all that was required to render him inarticulate.
Jared leaned forward, so his hot breath tickled Jensen’s ear, and that stupid floppy hair was brushing Jensen’s face. Jensen jerked involuntarily as Jared’s fingers shoved down the front of his boxer briefs and wrapped possessively round his dick. It was hot and dirty and somehow totally unexpected.
“Don’t stop,” Jared panted, sounding as desperate as Jensen felt. “Keep talking. Tell me about your research. Please.”
“I…oh god. Yeah…research,” Jensen tried to gather his thoughts together while trying desperately not to come just from the mere idea that Jared was getting hot for what was in his head as much as for his body.
“So, um…the necropolis in Sicily has about 5000 tombs, and the site was excavated by Orsi in the …oh fuck…late nineteen hundreds…I can’t do this, please just…” Jared was sinking to his knees and if Jensen had thought that what the undergraduate had been doing with his hand was awesome, seeing how Jared was looking up at Jensen through his messed up hair with a look of mischief mixed with pure lust in those wickedly glinting slanted eyes was like every porno he’d ever seen, multiplied a hundredfold.
Jensen’s pants and underwear were pooled around his ankles, his cock enveloped in Jared’s hand was shiny with precome and Jensen could barely breathe. Then Jared licked down his bared stomach and his whole body shuddered. What the hell had happened to his composure at the thought of a summer fling?
“Keep talking, Ackles,” Jared demanded. So Jensen talked.
“Of course there are differences between Pantalica and Botro….ugh…magno. The site in Sicily isn’t associated with any settlement, while this one is co-located with the …oh yeah, god, fuck…hill town we’re excavating…ah…Jesus, Jared!”
The back of Jensen’s head hit the rock with a bump as Jared sucked the head of Jensen’s dick into his mouth, swirling his agile tongue around like he was savouring the best Italian ice cream. Jensen didn’t think he was going to last much longer. After all, it had been more than two months since he and Dominic had fucked, and that had been an uninspiring event at best. Whereas this was anything but lacklustre. If it wasn’t for the prosaicness of his glasses steaming up, Jensen might have thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
When Jared pulled his magnificent mouth off Jensen’s dick, Jensen groaned in protest. He looked down to find Jared looking up at him, his grinning lips shiny and wet. Moisture he should be putting to good use on Jensen’s poor neglected penis, in Jensen’s humble opinion.
“You stop, I stop,” Jared said and Jensen closed his eyes in surrender. Because he couldn’t allow Jared to stop now. That would be nothing short of criminal neglect. Jensen leant his head back against the wall again, as it was too much effort to hold it up. He was having enough trouble remaining on his feet when all his bones were melting.
“Okay, okay, you win,” Jensen said.
Jared happily went back to work on Jensen’s cock as if giving blowjobs in return for lectures was his sole purpose in life, while Jensen tried not to allow all his brain capacity to be sucked out by Jared’s oh so skilful mouth and tongue.
“… so it’s entirely possible that some of these rock cut chambers may not be have had funerary functions, but could be troglodyte dwellings or serve some other ritual purp…. oooohhhh…se…ahhh!”
That was it. Jensen’s brain turned to mush the precise moment Jared deep-throated him while simultaneously sliding a spit-slick finger back between Jensen’s buttocks to stroke the sensitive rim of his hole. Jensen came so hard he lost all awareness of his surroundings. The rough rock sandpapering his back, the muggy heat coating every inch of his skin, the sweat tricking down his chest, all subsumed in the feel of Jared’s throat closing round his dick as he spurted his life out and Jared swallowed every drop.
When Jensen opened his eyes, he was still propped up against the wall of the tomb, thanks to Jared holding him upright. His cock gave a feeble twitch at the thought of how strong Jared must be to manhandle him like that, given that Jensen was six one and not exactly a light weight.
“You with me?” Jared was smiling, the fucker.
“Yeah, course,” Jensen managed to croak in reply and Jared’s smile got wider.
“Good,” Jared said. “Cause I’m gonna fuck you now.”
Jensen’s head was still swimming, but his dick was most definitely on board with the whole fucking idea and was already making a valiant attempt to get back into the game. He just wasn’t sure about the rest of his body, which seemed to be jello without a mould. As for his intellectual capacity? Well, that had taken on distinct goldfish-like qualities. He attempted to make that clear.
“I don’t have to carry on with my thesis do I? Cause I think you broke my brain with your tongue.”
Jared’s immediate response was to stick that deliciously evil tongue into Jensen’s open mouth, which just wasn’t fighting fair. Even Jensen’s last goldfish was swimming away now. All that was left of him was liquid lust.
He had just about enough intelligence remaining to gasp out a yes, me too when Jared said I’m clean, are you? Then the younger man was hoisting Jensen bodily in the air, demonstrating that those toned muscles weren’t all for show. Back still pressed to the rock-face, Jensen instinctively wrapped his legs round Jared’s waist, shivering when Jared outright growled in his ear as he took all of Jensen’s weight. Then that finger was back between Jensen’s spread legs, slick with more than spit this time. It blew Jensen’s mind just a little bit more, knowing Jared had come prepared, had managed to dig up some lube out of nowhere, like some sort of archaeologist/magician.
In fact, Jensen decided that Jared was definitely a sorcerer, with magic hands and magic tongue, a conclusion that wasn’t shaken by the complete nonsense Jared was now babbling. Jensen did vaguely think that maybe this was why Jared wanted him to talk earlier, because Jared himself was barely coherent. Most of his broken sentences seemed to consist of “Yeah, so fucking tight…knew you’d feel like this…god, yeah”s, which was fine with Jensen, because he really didn’t think he could comprehend anything more intellectually challenging than that right now. Not with Jared pushing two, then three of those long fingers inside him, not when he could feel the head of Jared’s bare dick brushing against his skin where his thighs were spread wide open.
It was hard to move when he was suspended in mid-air and squashed against a wall but after a few more moments of Jared carefully prepping him, Jensen decided he’d waited long enough. He wanted Jared’s beautiful fat dick inside him, right the fuck now. Jensen waited until Jared withdrew his fingers, still panting incoherent nothings into Jensen’s neck, and reaching round with one hand he managed to grab Jared’s cock and drive himself down.
Both of them cried out as gravity helped Jensen sink quickly down on Jared’s dick; too quickly for comfort really, but at this stage Jensen didn’t give a damn and any pain was just adding to the pleasure overload. Jared’s big hands were gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.
Jensen could feel Jared’s muscles bunching under his fingers where he was clinging onto Jared’s biceps.
“Fuck. Jensen.”
“Yeah,” then, “You can move.”
Permission granted, Jared’s hips punched up and Jensen cried out again as Jared’s dick began to pound into him. All Jensen’s awareness was narrowed down to this, the feel of Jared inside him, sparking his prostate with every stroke, reducing him and redefining him into something pure and primal. His own cock had somehow hardened again and was being stimulated where it was trapped between their bodies, but even that was secondary to the throbbing demand for attention from Jared’s dick deep inside of him.
It was incredible, unbearable, intolerable. It had to stop before he died from it and yet he didn’t want it to end.
But nothing lasts forever, and Jensen found himself coming again, clamping his ass down on Jared’s dick, squeezing it and forcing Jared’s orgasm out of him, ready or not. Jensen could feel the hot semen filling him up, messy and glorious.
Jared was moaning like he was dying, so Jensen guessed it had been good for him too, as the pair of them slithered into a sweaty heap on the stony floor. In a little while, Jensen’s system might reboot itself. Then Jensen would maybe start to worry about being Jared’s summer fling, or the fact that he was covered in scratches and dirt, or about the several sharp stones (or maybe unstratified worthless pottery shards, this was a tomb after all) that were digging into some soft and vulnerable parts of his anatomy, or the fact that this whole thing was potential heartbreak wrapped up in the most appealing of packages…but for the moment he couldn’t muster up enough energy or brain power to worry about any of it. Not while Jared’s half hard dick still nestled inside him, and Jared’s freakishly long arms were wrapped around him, and Jared’s minty breath was puffing into his face.
Everything else could wait.
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The End
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All the students had long since given up on any pretence of modesty in their schoolroom turned makeshift dorm, and slept naked with just a thin cotton sheet between them and the warm muggy nights. And even that often ended up flung off too. The schoolhouse only had glass in some of its windows while others were left empty or boarded up, so the students had tacked up more sheets as makeshift curtains to stop the village kids gawping in and (as the Brits said) taking the piss.
Even to a Texan, or maybe especially to a Texan used to air-conditioning wherever you went, this unrelenting southern Italian heat was oppressive. Tonight was no different from any of the other nights since they’d arrived in Apulia, but Jared just couldn’t get to sleep. Sweat was trickling down his body, soaking into the thin mattress, and he felt sticky and restless and so hot he couldn’t think straight. None of which was helped by the fact that every time he closed his eyes, the only image his brain deemed fit to supply was of Jensen Ackles’ full pink lips. As a means of cooling himself down, it left a lot to be desired. And there was the crux of Jared’s problem. Desire.
It was bad enough having endured an academic year’s worth of sexual frustration pursuing the cutest disinterested girl, only to find at the last possible moment that this apparent disinterest was because she was painfully shy and not because she didn’t like him. No, the real ball crusher was finding out now, when he was hundreds of miles away from consummating that potential relationship, that he was irresistibly drawn to another person who was everything Alison was not. Outgoing, witty, tall, self assured – and male.
Even trying not to think about Jensen had Jared half hard. Shit. Giving up on trying to sleep, Jared sat up, letting his eyes adjust to the dim moonlight filtering through their homemade curtains. Perhaps a glass of water might help, even though his thirst was less to do with the temperature of the air and more to do with the heat of his illicit passion.
He dragged on a pair of boxer briefs and padded barefoot down the silent dark hallways to the kitchen. He ran the tap for a minute to let it run cold before filling a glass. He opened the outside door and breathed a sigh of relief when that created a bit of a through draft. He felt his skin prickle and his nipples harden as the cooler air hit his sweaty skin. Outside the moon was very bright, casting deep black shadows. It was beautiful. The path from the door led down to the wall that divided the old school yard from the steepening rock strewn slope, and Jared had a sudden wish to see over the edge in the moonlight. Forgetting his lack of shoes, he set his water down and wandered out into the night.
Jared’s sense of adventure bubble was rudely popped two seconds later when he was reminded that bare feet are vulnerable to sharp stones and prickly weeds. Cursing and hopping Jared blundered back into the dark kitchen, only to be brought up short when he bumped into something soft yet unyielding. A something that then sprouted hands that grabbed and steadied him.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?”
Jared knew that husky voice, and the intimate combination of those rough tones and warm hands gripping his biceps went straight to Jared’s dick. Oh god, what was Jensen doing here?
“I’m fine, I just…I think I’ve got a thorn or something…” Jared knew he was babbling but he didn’t feel capable of anything else right now. Fortunately, Jensen took charge. He propped Jared up against the doorframe with an order to stay, which Jared did, precariously balanced on one leg. Then a moment later he blinked as the fluorescent strip light flickered into life, throwing the Spartan little kitchen into stark relief, and illuminating Jensen. Jared swallowed, hard. Obviously the post graduates had the same problems the other students had with the heat, why wouldn’t they, so Jared really shouldn’t have been surprised that Jensen was nearly naked too. He couldn’t seem to help himself though, just stared while Jensen bustled efficiently around the kitchen, fetching him a stool to sit on and filling a bowl with warm water in case the thorn needed soaking out.
It was kind of hypnotising, watching the play of muscle under the smooth pale skin as Jensen moved. He couldn’t help noticing all the freckles, how they were everywhere, dusted over Jensen’s back and stomach. And how the golden hairs on his arms caught the light.
“So let’s see this injury, then,” Jensen said and then he fucking knelt down between Jared’s legs. Jared thought his head might just melt from being so close to Jensen’s wide green eyes, let alone from the fact that Jensen’s position was just so suggestive. He could almost feel Jensen’s breath up the leg of his boxers. Which really wasn’t helping. Jared wordlessly offered Jensen his foot to examine, and could have sworn the guy grinned as he turned away to check the sole.
“Aha! I see it,” Jensen said. “It’s not too bad, I’ll have it out in just a sec. There.” Jared barely had time to wince before Jensen triumphantly held up what looked to Jared an inch long spike of a thorn.
“Not too bad?” Jared squeaked. “It’s huge!”
Jensen just ignored Jared’s unmanly freak out, and started to gently bathe Jared’s injured foot. There was something very soothing yet sensual about the way Jensen was touching him that left Jared suddenly lost for words.
“I don’t think you’ll need any dressing on it, the puncture wound was very small,” Jensen was saying, as he applied some antiseptic from a first aid kit Jared hadn’t even noticed him producing from somewhere. Jensen dried that foot carefully with a small towel, and Jared expected the ministrations would end there, but instead, Jensen calmly took Jared’s other foot and proceeded to handle it in the same manner. First he washed it in the cool water then dried it with the same level of attention he’d just given the injured foot. Jared felt strangely relaxed with this Biblical treatment, even though he was sure he should have been freaking out.
Then Jensen was finished, placing Jared’s injured foot down on the floor, but not moving from where he knelt between Jared’s splayed knees. Jared’s eyes widened as Jensen placed a warm hand on each of Jared’s thighs. The older guy was saying something but Jared’s brain was too distracted by the fact that Jensen was touching him be barely comprehended one word in five. Besides the fact that Jensen was talking so fast it was as if he didn’t’ really want Jared to hear him.
“Jared. I know you have a girl back home and you aren’t looking for anything else, but I just need… can I just have this? One kiss. It won’t mean anything, call it a summer fling, a bit of fun, whatever you like…”
One word filtered through. Kiss. Jensen wanted to kiss him. Oh my god. Fuck yeah. Jared must have said something that sounded like an affirmative because then Jensen was rising up and leaning in, so his face was tilting so close Jared probably looked like a complete dork going cross-eyed trying to focus on Jensen’s wide eyes, but he didn’t care. Jared could feel the moist touch of Jensen’s breath on his lips before, finally, their lips touched.
It was the moment Howard Carter looked through that opening into Tutankhamen’s tomb and saw wonderful things. It was Basil Brown finding the Sutton Hoo treasure, Heinrich Schliemann discovering Troy. It was electrifying, terrifying, brain-meltingly perfect.
Then all too soon Jensen was breaking away, flushed an adorable shade of pink. Jared was too stunned to even squeak out a protest at the sudden withdrawal.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that…don’t know what came over me…”
Jensen was still muttering apologies as he rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Jared hard and aching with a tiny hole in his foot and a huge hole in his conscience.
Summer fling. Okay. Maybe he could live with that.
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Jared woke the next morning, taken by surprise by the fact that he had actually managed to fall asleep. When he’d eventually slipped back into his dorm, trying his best to be all silent and cat-like, he’d lain for what felt like hours, abuzz with the numerous conflicting feelings kissing Jensen had aroused.
Jared’s heart was sending the blood rushing round his body far too fast and hard, and his fingertips retained the sense memory of Jensen’s rapid heart beat where Jared had placed his hand on the other man’s throat while they had tangled tongues. Jared couldn’t believe that had just happened. Jensen Ackles had fucking kissed him. Even though he’d kind of hoped he wasn’t mistaken about the spark that had been pinging backwards and forwards between them in some lovesick, lust-ridden game of Tetris, he hadn’t really believed that Jensen genuinely fancied him.
Was he willing to put all thoughts of Alison aside and actually do this thing, after telling himself over and over it wasn’t in his nature to cheat on her, even if they weren’t officially an item yet? The idea of a temporary, no strings liaison was dangerous ground for Jared, who tended to be an all or nothing kind of guy.
But. This was Jensen Ackles. This could be the only chance Jared would ever have to find out what it could be like, to be with someone like Jensen. Maybe Jensen was right, this could just be a bit of fun together, two consenting adults over the summer break, before everything slotted back into place and normality resumed.
At some point, somehow he’d gone to sleep nursing that thought, and woken with it at the forefront of his mind. It didn’t take Alan long to pick up on Jared’s unusually pensive mood as the two men showered before breakfast. Of course, Jared crumpled under pressure, he always did. Keeping secrets was never his forte. Strangely, Alan didn’t seem all that surprised by Jared’s revelation, instead his friend cut right to the heart of Jared’s dilemma.
“Does Jensen know about Alison?”
“I think so, yeah. He said something about he understood if I just wanted this to be a summer fling. I suppose he’s got that cricket guy back home, like I’ve got Alison.”
Alan looked thoughtful. “Would it make any difference if Jensen didn’t have a boyfriend?”
In spite of himself, Jared momentarily brightened at the thought, before deflating again. “Yes, but it’s not like a guy like Jensen would normally think twice about going out with a guy like me.”
Alan snorted and stepped out of the shower, shaking his head, scattering water droplets like a dog.
“Oh please. Have you seen the way he looks at you? He can’t take his eyes off you. Even an unobservant bloke like me can see it, and the girls won’t shut up about it. I think they’d pay to see you two kiss.”
Jared flushed all over. He grabbed his towel to hide his embarrassment and found it was nowhere near big enough. Alan grinned and continued.
“Ok. Well I have it on good authority that dickhead Dominic has been shagging Billy Barnes for a few months, so Jensen is a free man. Now you have to decide what you’d rather do. Take this guy who looks at you like he thinks the sun shines out of your arse, or wait and see if Alison is ‘the one’.” Alan punctuated this with finger quotes and a sceptical expression. “Because, not to get too soppy about it, I’ve never seen you look at Alison any time during the last year the way you look at Ackles.”
Alan turned before he exited the shower room. “Think about it and don’t be a big girl’s blouse,” he said, and disappeared, leaving Jared absently towelling himself down. Think about it. Huh. He had a feeling it would be hard to think about anything else, as he was due to spend the whole day alone with Jensen.
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“Rise ‘n shine, sleeping beauty!”
Jensen groaned and pulled the sheet over his head in a vain attempt to avoid Mark’s disgusting cheerfulness at five in the morning. Nobody should be happy at this time of day, especially without coffee. Even after a week of early rising, aimed at avoiding digging in the midday heat, Jensen was still a total wreck until he’d knocked back at least two huge mugs full of coffee.
It took him another moment to remember his middle of the night excursion to the kitchen. Oh my god, he’d kissed Jared Fucking Padalecki. Unconsciously he touched a finger to his lips. They were still tingling. He seemed to recall saying something about being Jared’s summer fling, and Padalecki agreeing. Shit. This wasn’t going to end well.
As usual, by the time Jensen half sleepwalked his way into the small kitchen it was a heaving mass of student flesh, all jockeying for position around the table heaped with fresh bread, cheese and fruit. It was a constant mystery how the local Botromagno baker managed to get up even earlier than the Branchester students in order to produce their supplies every morning, but Jensen didn’t care as long as someone brewed his caffeine. He headed straight for the coffee pot with bleary-eyed determination, ignoring the angry protests as he bumped and barged his way across the room.
“Watch out,” sang Mark, “Coffee zombie coming through!”
It wasn’t until Jensen had imbibed half of his second mug that he woke up enough to locate Jared, who was busy lathering his fourth bread roll with a layer of butter as thick as wedding cake frosting. Jensen wrinkled his nose and pretended he didn’t remember his undergraduate urges to stuff his face whenever he had a chance of free food.
“Padalecki,” he said, waving his mug at the lanky student and trying for nonchalance. “You’re with me today. Meet me by the Prof’s Land Rover in half an hour.”
He grabbed a couple of peaches from the table as he passed on the way to the door, ignoring the wolf whistles and jokes largely aimed at Jared’s blushing face. Goddam it, did the guys know about last night’s indiscretion already?
Half an hour later and Jensen was doing pretty well, he thought. He was ignoring the way Jared had to almost fold his long limbs in half to fit into the front seat of the Land Rover. Jensen didn’t need reminding how attractive he found it when a guy was bigger than him, thank you very much. Jensen was also ignoring the way Jared’s cargo pants were sliding up exposing all that tanned hairy leg, because he was concentrating on driving down the dusty track and not tipping the Land Rover over the edge of the gorge that almost fully encircled the ancient deserted hill top town. It was harder to shut out Jared’s incessant chatter, though.
And hell’s bells, as Mark would have said, that guy could talk for America. In the space of their short drive, Jared told Jensen about growing up in San Antonio, how he had an older brother and younger sister (huh, just like Jensen), how he’d always loved history and that all his friends had thought he was a freak because he’d worked so hard to get the grades so he could come to Europe to get his degree.
It occurred to Jensen that he might be making the kid nervous with all his white knuckled glaring out of the dirty windshield, and the whole ignoring thing, but he didn’t dare relax in case the urge to grip Jared’s thigh instead of the wheel took him over entirely. He was just grateful the kid didn’t mention last night.
Fortunately once Jared moved onto the topic of archaeology in general, followed by ancient Rome, the Etruscans, and what influence the Greeks might have had on the subsequent civilisations, Jensen forgot he was supposed to be keeping himself aloof. First he joined the conversation. Then he accidentally took it over.
By the time he brought the ancient vehicle to a grinding halt at the end of the track, Jensen was in full flow. He barely interrupted his theorising in order to load up an open-mouthed Jared like a pack mule with surveying equipment, before shouldering his own duffel bag and leading the way through the herb scented brush to the first of the rock-cut tombs he wanted to measure.
“So, Prof Campbell has this theory to explain the use of this type of funerary architecture. Maybe the Etruscans settled this far south, but maybe they are Phoenician in origin, because of course we know the Phoenicians settled here from the pottery evidence, as well as from the literary sources, but I’m thinking Botromagno’s necropolis might predate that by some thousands of years. See, I’m thinking we might find parallels here with the tombs in Pantalica in Sicily, which have been dated in two main periods between the 13th and the 8th Centuries BC.”
Without a pause in his flow, Jensen dumped his bag on the debris-strewn floor of the tomb’s doorway. The interior was dark and damp and full of promise. Jensen didn’t care that all these tombs had been robbed out years ago, they still had secrets hidden in their dimensions, even though they contained nothing of value in terms of artefacts. And he was going to bring their secret histories out into the open with his research.
Still expounding his theories, he scrabbled around the bag’s contents and emerged with his flashlight in hand. He was turning around to check what Jared was doing with the precious theodolite, when, in a reversed echo of the previous night, he bumped into something hard and solid and warm. He looked up, and up and eventually met Jared’s dark determined gaze. Oh.
Jared crowded Jensen backwards until his shoulders were pressed up against the rough crystalline surface of the chiselled rock face, and Jensen was not getting off on this feeling of being dominated at all. His dick gave an excited twitch inside his loose cargo pants at the sheer intensity of Jared’s expression, and he was really starting to regret not having worn his tighter cut-off jeans, as his growing interest must be really obvious.
Then all thoughts of denial fled south and it really didn’t matter any more because Jared was running those big hands down Jensen’s chest and oh my god, unbuttoning Jensen’s pants.
“What…oh fuck,” Jensen gasped. It seemed that having Jared’s hands on him was all that was required to render him inarticulate.
Jared leaned forward, so his hot breath tickled Jensen’s ear, and that stupid floppy hair was brushing Jensen’s face. Jensen jerked involuntarily as Jared’s fingers shoved down the front of his boxer briefs and wrapped possessively round his dick. It was hot and dirty and somehow totally unexpected.
“Don’t stop,” Jared panted, sounding as desperate as Jensen felt. “Keep talking. Tell me about your research. Please.”
“I…oh god. Yeah…research,” Jensen tried to gather his thoughts together while trying desperately not to come just from the mere idea that Jared was getting hot for what was in his head as much as for his body.
“So, um…the necropolis in Sicily has about 5000 tombs, and the site was excavated by Orsi in the …oh fuck…late nineteen hundreds…I can’t do this, please just…” Jared was sinking to his knees and if Jensen had thought that what the undergraduate had been doing with his hand was awesome, seeing how Jared was looking up at Jensen through his messed up hair with a look of mischief mixed with pure lust in those wickedly glinting slanted eyes was like every porno he’d ever seen, multiplied a hundredfold.
Jensen’s pants and underwear were pooled around his ankles, his cock enveloped in Jared’s hand was shiny with precome and Jensen could barely breathe. Then Jared licked down his bared stomach and his whole body shuddered. What the hell had happened to his composure at the thought of a summer fling?
“Keep talking, Ackles,” Jared demanded. So Jensen talked.
“Of course there are differences between Pantalica and Botro….ugh…magno. The site in Sicily isn’t associated with any settlement, while this one is co-located with the …oh yeah, god, fuck…hill town we’re excavating…ah…Jesus, Jared!”
The back of Jensen’s head hit the rock with a bump as Jared sucked the head of Jensen’s dick into his mouth, swirling his agile tongue around like he was savouring the best Italian ice cream. Jensen didn’t think he was going to last much longer. After all, it had been more than two months since he and Dominic had fucked, and that had been an uninspiring event at best. Whereas this was anything but lacklustre. If it wasn’t for the prosaicness of his glasses steaming up, Jensen might have thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
When Jared pulled his magnificent mouth off Jensen’s dick, Jensen groaned in protest. He looked down to find Jared looking up at him, his grinning lips shiny and wet. Moisture he should be putting to good use on Jensen’s poor neglected penis, in Jensen’s humble opinion.
“You stop, I stop,” Jared said and Jensen closed his eyes in surrender. Because he couldn’t allow Jared to stop now. That would be nothing short of criminal neglect. Jensen leant his head back against the wall again, as it was too much effort to hold it up. He was having enough trouble remaining on his feet when all his bones were melting.
“Okay, okay, you win,” Jensen said.
Jared happily went back to work on Jensen’s cock as if giving blowjobs in return for lectures was his sole purpose in life, while Jensen tried not to allow all his brain capacity to be sucked out by Jared’s oh so skilful mouth and tongue.
“… so it’s entirely possible that some of these rock cut chambers may not be have had funerary functions, but could be troglodyte dwellings or serve some other ritual purp…. oooohhhh…se…ahhh!”
That was it. Jensen’s brain turned to mush the precise moment Jared deep-throated him while simultaneously sliding a spit-slick finger back between Jensen’s buttocks to stroke the sensitive rim of his hole. Jensen came so hard he lost all awareness of his surroundings. The rough rock sandpapering his back, the muggy heat coating every inch of his skin, the sweat tricking down his chest, all subsumed in the feel of Jared’s throat closing round his dick as he spurted his life out and Jared swallowed every drop.
When Jensen opened his eyes, he was still propped up against the wall of the tomb, thanks to Jared holding him upright. His cock gave a feeble twitch at the thought of how strong Jared must be to manhandle him like that, given that Jensen was six one and not exactly a light weight.
“You with me?” Jared was smiling, the fucker.
“Yeah, course,” Jensen managed to croak in reply and Jared’s smile got wider.
“Good,” Jared said. “Cause I’m gonna fuck you now.”
Jensen’s head was still swimming, but his dick was most definitely on board with the whole fucking idea and was already making a valiant attempt to get back into the game. He just wasn’t sure about the rest of his body, which seemed to be jello without a mould. As for his intellectual capacity? Well, that had taken on distinct goldfish-like qualities. He attempted to make that clear.
“I don’t have to carry on with my thesis do I? Cause I think you broke my brain with your tongue.”
Jared’s immediate response was to stick that deliciously evil tongue into Jensen’s open mouth, which just wasn’t fighting fair. Even Jensen’s last goldfish was swimming away now. All that was left of him was liquid lust.
He had just about enough intelligence remaining to gasp out a yes, me too when Jared said I’m clean, are you? Then the younger man was hoisting Jensen bodily in the air, demonstrating that those toned muscles weren’t all for show. Back still pressed to the rock-face, Jensen instinctively wrapped his legs round Jared’s waist, shivering when Jared outright growled in his ear as he took all of Jensen’s weight. Then that finger was back between Jensen’s spread legs, slick with more than spit this time. It blew Jensen’s mind just a little bit more, knowing Jared had come prepared, had managed to dig up some lube out of nowhere, like some sort of archaeologist/magician.
In fact, Jensen decided that Jared was definitely a sorcerer, with magic hands and magic tongue, a conclusion that wasn’t shaken by the complete nonsense Jared was now babbling. Jensen did vaguely think that maybe this was why Jared wanted him to talk earlier, because Jared himself was barely coherent. Most of his broken sentences seemed to consist of “Yeah, so fucking tight…knew you’d feel like this…god, yeah”s, which was fine with Jensen, because he really didn’t think he could comprehend anything more intellectually challenging than that right now. Not with Jared pushing two, then three of those long fingers inside him, not when he could feel the head of Jared’s bare dick brushing against his skin where his thighs were spread wide open.
It was hard to move when he was suspended in mid-air and squashed against a wall but after a few more moments of Jared carefully prepping him, Jensen decided he’d waited long enough. He wanted Jared’s beautiful fat dick inside him, right the fuck now. Jensen waited until Jared withdrew his fingers, still panting incoherent nothings into Jensen’s neck, and reaching round with one hand he managed to grab Jared’s cock and drive himself down.
Both of them cried out as gravity helped Jensen sink quickly down on Jared’s dick; too quickly for comfort really, but at this stage Jensen didn’t give a damn and any pain was just adding to the pleasure overload. Jared’s big hands were gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.
Jensen could feel Jared’s muscles bunching under his fingers where he was clinging onto Jared’s biceps.
“Fuck. Jensen.”
“Yeah,” then, “You can move.”
Permission granted, Jared’s hips punched up and Jensen cried out again as Jared’s dick began to pound into him. All Jensen’s awareness was narrowed down to this, the feel of Jared inside him, sparking his prostate with every stroke, reducing him and redefining him into something pure and primal. His own cock had somehow hardened again and was being stimulated where it was trapped between their bodies, but even that was secondary to the throbbing demand for attention from Jared’s dick deep inside of him.
It was incredible, unbearable, intolerable. It had to stop before he died from it and yet he didn’t want it to end.
But nothing lasts forever, and Jensen found himself coming again, clamping his ass down on Jared’s dick, squeezing it and forcing Jared’s orgasm out of him, ready or not. Jensen could feel the hot semen filling him up, messy and glorious.
Jared was moaning like he was dying, so Jensen guessed it had been good for him too, as the pair of them slithered into a sweaty heap on the stony floor. In a little while, Jensen’s system might reboot itself. Then Jensen would maybe start to worry about being Jared’s summer fling, or the fact that he was covered in scratches and dirt, or about the several sharp stones (or maybe unstratified worthless pottery shards, this was a tomb after all) that were digging into some soft and vulnerable parts of his anatomy, or the fact that this whole thing was potential heartbreak wrapped up in the most appealing of packages…but for the moment he couldn’t muster up enough energy or brain power to worry about any of it. Not while Jared’s half hard dick still nestled inside him, and Jared’s freakishly long arms were wrapped around him, and Jared’s minty breath was puffing into his face.
Everything else could wait.
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The End
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Date: 2013-12-12 11:56 pm (UTC)Your attention to detail is fantastic, made me fall in love with Rome and with Italy.
I'm very happy that Jared decided to go get his man in the end and boy what an ending it was, hot delicious sex under the heat of the scorching sun.
Thanks for sharing.
*hugs*
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Date: 2013-12-13 09:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-13 09:58 am (UTC)Wow!! Thank you for such an awesome gift!!
It's hot and sweet and funny, and being set in Italy in the summer it's a perfect antidote to the chilly winter weather :)
Lets see ... Jensen wearing glasses (and Jared getting them steamed up), Jared getting hot over Jensen talking ancient history, the scene in the kitchen where Jensen takes the thorn out of Jared's foot, a nicely written cast of supporting characters, their friends all seeing the attraction before they acknowledged it, all topped off with rough, hot, against the wall sex :)
Perfect!
Thanks again *hugs*
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Date: 2013-12-14 11:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-13 12:38 pm (UTC)And I really like the way you started the fic, showing that they're together and happy before telling the story of how they got there! &hearts:
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Date: 2013-12-14 11:20 am (UTC)Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2013-12-14 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-14 10:35 pm (UTC)Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2013-12-16 11:28 am (UTC)And you combined my two greatest loves ... history and the boys! And Jensen with glasses! :-):-)
Really awesome!
S.
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Date: 2013-12-16 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-16 03:25 pm (UTC)S.
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Date: 2013-12-16 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-16 03:49 pm (UTC)We should do more stories with j2 or sam, dean from our fields of study! I did one j2 from the 90's war in Bosnia and I wanna do another with World War I theme, especially how it was to be the soldier in the Isonzo Front and fighting in the mountains ... *coughs* yeah ... lol :-)
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Date: 2013-12-16 03:57 pm (UTC)Damn - edited to ask - what was your Bosnian war one called?
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Date: 2013-12-16 04:06 pm (UTC)Oh where is your WW II fic?
Yessssss ... no limits, no boundaries, everything goes ... and weirdly enough that applies to SPN fics too ... you can put those boys anywhere and at any time and it can still not be a AU story .. :-) :-)
Umm here is the link: http://soncnica.livejournal.com/31251.html
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Date: 2013-12-16 04:17 pm (UTC)Mine is here - I did it for the History Bang, not a fandom thing. http://amber1960.livejournal.com/136717.html
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Date: 2013-12-16 08:30 pm (UTC)and thank you for the link! I will check it out! :) oooh wait, wait is it a death fic!? Because I do not do those ....
S.
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Date: 2013-12-16 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-30 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-30 09:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-14 08:21 pm (UTC)P.S. Loved how you wrote Prof Campbell, just walking in on naked Jensen and his friend and totally ogling them. :)
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Date: 2014-01-14 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-13 01:46 am (UTC)Love this fic, especially the description of the humidity of southern Italy. The way Jared and Jensen tried to resist until they just couldn't. The backdrop is beautifully alluring. And I love the ending scene--finally both of them submitting to their desires. I hope there's more of this!
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Date: 2014-02-13 08:34 pm (UTC)