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thank to Robin

#ASJDHAKS#like srsly#jared padalecki#also#forgive my crassness#but that totes looks like a come splatter stain under the bottom belt loop oops (via @sasquatchandleatherjacket)

“Oh shit,” says Jared, and Jensen opens his eyes just a crack. Then he opens them properly because even if he is all sprawled out and half-asleep and happy after a bout of enthusiastic, slightly drunken sex, Jared standing buck-ass naked in the middle of the room is the kind of view that merits his full attention.

“What’s up?” Jensen says. Jared is facing away from him - arrested on his way to the bathroom - and he’s holding a pair of jeans. They’re Jared’s jeans. He was wearing them earlier; and Jensen distinctly remembers tugging the waistband, with some emphasis, down off’ve Jared’s skinny hips as they stumbled entangled towards the bed. (In the end, they didn’t make it quite that far. Jensen has the carpet burns to prove it.)

Jared turns towards him. He’s trying to frown but the dimple in his left cheek is giving his amusement away.

“Looks like my jeans ended up in the blast zone.”

He’s not wrong. There’s a distinctive, bleached stain at the pants’ crotch. Considering the issue, Jensen recalls a hard metal button digging into his knee at a crucial moment; remembers the roughness of denim under his palm. It’s possible that’s not even Jared’s jizz.

“Stick them in the laundry, then,” he says. But Jared shakes his head.

“Can’t. I only brought one pair of pants for the whole weekend.”

Jensen thinks about it; about Jared going out onstage in those pants tomorrow morning. He thinks about all those cameras and all those phones, all those photo ops and those close-up meetings and the hundreds and hundreds of pictures that are gonna be taken over the course of the day. He thinks about all those eyes, seeing and not seeing the evidence of what just happened; Jensen’s orgasm, Jared’s dick inside him, the whole steamy scene of it, coalesced into a smear of semen and hidden in plain view.

He reaches down and grips a hand around his hardening cock.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a perv,” says Jared; but he takes a step towards the bed.

Jensen shuffles upright, leans on his elbow and looks around. “Which shirt were you planning on wearing tomorrow, again?”