Vacanze Romane - NC-17 - Jensen/Jared - part 4
Vacanze Romane - NC-17 - Jensen/Jared - part 4
The room is bright as Jensen wakes up the next morning, light shining down on him from the windows in the roof. It really is a nice sight and almost feels as if waking up directly underneath the sun. He stretches and yawns loudly. When he looks across the room, he finds Jared sitting in the same chair as the day before, watching him.
"Good morning, psycho," Jensen says with a wink. "How long have you been watching me?"
Jared smiles broadly as soon as he registers that Jensen is awake. "Hm, with or without drooling?"
Jensen flips him off and Jared only laughs softly. Just as Jensen's turned around to maybe doze for another half an hour, the blanket is being pulled off, revealing Jensen's naked form. Before he can say anything, Jared lies down on top of him and starts placing soft kisses all over Jensen's body.
Jensen moans, the butterfly kisses tickling pleasantly all over. He moans again when Jared stops, this time in disappointment. "Why'd you stop?" And yeah, that might have been a whine.
Jared laughs and says, "Jensen, I don't know which impression you've got from this trip, but this is not sex tourism."
"It's not?" Jensen asks as he turns around to look at Jared.
Jared seems happier than anybody at the time of the day on vacation should ever look and he practically beams when he says, "No, Jensen. We're here to see something. Now get up so we can get over with today's tour and come back to the room quickly."
Jensen groans unhappily but Jared only laughs at him again. He doesn't give in, no matter how much Jensen tries to convince him to stay in for the day.
***
The decision to shower together is only partly a good one. What starts with the chaste resolution to simply get clean soon leads to kissing and groping and handjobs. By the time they make it down to the lobby, they are informed that breakfast is no longer served. But Jared is not a happy puppy with no breakfast in his belly so they first have to search for a little café where they can get something to eat.
They're standing in a small bar, a small cup of espresso in front of each while Jared is devouring his third cornetto alla crema, a croissant filled with pudding. The air smells heavily of coffee and there are plenty of people walking in, drinking a quick coffee and then leaving again. There are no tables or seats; everyone's standing by the bar. The classical insight into Italy's coffee culture. Eventually, they're good to go. Jared's been fed and he's happy.
Today's all about ancient Rome, so far Jensen tells Jared. What he hasn't told him and probably won't either, is that he might shorten their tour spontaneously and go back to the hotel early in order to spend more time with Jared in private.
Does that make Jensen a bad person? Maybe. Does he care? Not really.
They pass Largo di Torre Argentina, an antique site that is more famous for the shelter for straying cats than the actual ruins. Next they walk up to Piazza Venezia, a madness they never would have anticipated. It's a huge square that's so full of cars and buses and taxis and in between people on scooters that Jensen is amazed that there's not an accident every five minutes.
But what probably stands out even more is the hugeass monument in front of them. Completely in white, it looks like an oversized auto grill, prominent in size and appearance.
"What the fuck," Jared exclaims as his eyes fall onto the monument for the first time. Jensen snickers softly because that was his very same thought.
They're walking towards the Monumento Nazionale a Vittorio Emanuele II, the National Monument to Victor Emmanuel II, which doesn't impress through beauty, but size. Jensen can't help but think how it simply does not fit into the city. Sure thing, the Popes seemed to love their pomposity, but this brings it to a whole different level.
They learn from the travel guide that often the monument is simply called Il Vittoriano or by the Romans themselves la macchina da scrivere, the typewriter. Jensen thinks the name fits and by comparing it to an auto grill, he wasn't that far off.
It was built for Vittorio Emanuele, the first king after the Italian Reunification, right at the foot of the Capitoline Hill. There's plenty of white marble, plenty of iron sculptors of the king and plenty of steps to climb. Inside the monument, there's a museum about the history of Italy and the country's reunification, but Jensen and Jared decide to skip it. Well, it's mostly Jensen urging Jared to skip it and Jared pretending with a smile that he doesn't want to.
They take the Via dei Fori Imperiali toward the Colosseum. The avenue gives a great view of the amphitheater. They pay as much attention as possible to the archeological excavations left and right that border the street. It's almost as if they are walking through one huge open-air museum. They've got the Forum Romanum scheduled for after the Colosseum but glancing at the ruins that still await them, Jensen already feels sorry for his poor feet.
"You okay?" Jared asks, gently nudging Jensen's shoulder.
"Feeling sorry for my poor feet when I look down at all this," Jensen answers honestly but Jared only laughs at him.
"If you want me to, I can massage your poor feet once we get back to the hotel," Jared says seductively. Jensen's pants tighten immediately, and damn, but shouldn't Jared be all blushing virgin and not so much I-know-exactly-what-I-want-from-you?
Of course, Jensen can't let on how he's losing charge to Jared, that's why he says with a wink, "What? You're not gonna suck at them, are you?"
After a short expression on Jared's face, which Jensen takes way too much comfort in and that clearly says "Dude, gross!" Jared grins and says, "Don't give me ideas."
This time it's Jensen's turn for the uh-gross-face. Jared simply bursts out laughing.
They finally reach the Colosseo and go for a first tour around the sight. The place is crowded with tourists and there are people everywhere, dressed in costumes like traditional Roman soldiers, convincing people to take pictures with them in exchange for a small donation.
They first look at the Arco di Costantino, an arch dedicated to Constantine I. It's about 70 feet high and decorated in white marble. It looks a bit lost and isolated as it stands there without any really connection to the Colosseum. Jared reads out to Jensen that it spans over the Via Triumphalis, a street that was taken by the Roman emperors whenever they entered the city in triumph.
Just as Jensen is about to suggest they get in line for the Colosseum, Jared pinches his ass and grins sheepishly at him. "Hey!" Jensen exclaims and when he makes a move to slap Jared playfully, Jared jumps to the side and away from him. Jensen snorts because he thought they were beyond the age of playing tag, but nonetheless he chases after Jared. Jared's not running fast and quickly Jensen catches up with him. When he does, Jared grins and laughs, "You got me."
Jensen doesn't answer, instead he kisses Jared chastely on the lips, without thinking. "I got you."
An old lady clears her throat behind them and when Jensen and Jared break apart, she gives them a weird look. But Jensen doesn't care as he grins at Jared and then drags him toward the entrance of the Colosseum.
Eventually, they get in line. There are two long rows of tourists waiting to pay the entrance fee and be let inside. The hot Italian sun is burning down on them as they walk to the very end.
They kill time by reading about the Colosseum's 2,000 years of history. How it was build by the Flavian dynasty to propitiate the people during the first century, how it got its name from a colossal bronze statue of Emperor Nero that's no longer there and how more than 9,000 animals, most of them exotic, were killed during the inauguration games for entertainment purposes.
Once they're inside, the Colosseum feels a lot smaller than it looks from the outside and it definitely looks less glamorous. They walk around a little, not believing that this place was suitable to seat 50,000 people.
"This looked different in Gladiator," Jared says out loud what Jensen has been thinking.
"Yeah."
Jensen is not disappointed or anything. It's still pretty amazing, especially when you keep in mind that this thing is nearly 2,000 years old, survived several fires, earthquakes and the Popes, ah and well, it's still standing. That's impressive. But with the center part, the eclipse where the actual arena was, being open so you can look down at the hypogeum, the catacombs or basement of the theater if you want to call it like that, it's somehow, well, not as breathtaking as Jensen thought it would be.
Underneath where the wooden floors of the arena were, there's a complicated system of tunnels. The gladiators would wait and prepare for their fights there and the wild animals would be held in cages, starving them to increase their aggressiveness for the actual games. Jared reads that there used to be a modern mechanism of lifts and hydraulics to transport man and animal into the arena and that there are reports that the Colosseum could be flooded with water from a nearby aqueduct for sea battles.
After a while, they decide to move to the next sight. It's mostly Jensen urging Jared again but there's something in the way Jared looks at him, that tells Jensen that Jared's only trying to play it cool.
From the Colosseum, they take the Via Sacra through the Forum Romanum. Via Sacra used to be one of the most important streets during the epoch of the Roman Empire, leading from the Colosseum to the Capitoline Hill while passing some of the most important temples, places for business and every day Roman life.
First they walk through the Arco di Tito, the Arch of Titus, a white marble arch of triumph. It's the oldest, still conserved arch of the city. Jensen and Jared spend a few minutes looking at the decorations and inscriptions that tell about the life of Titus and the sack of Jerusalem during his reign.
Jared laughs as Jensen grabs him by the arm and pushes him slightly forward, signalizing Jared to get moving. If Jensen had to be honest, he'd rather get over with today's tour so that he can spend time with Jared. He's maybe a little too eager to learn about each and every inch of Jared's body, what he likes and what he dislikes, but looking at Jared, who can blame him?
It's their third day of sightseeing and Jensen is slowly reaching a point where he simply needs a break because he can't take anything in anymore. There's so much to see and sometimes it's a little overwhelming. He's got a day at the beach scheduled too, so maybe he'll just have to rearrange their schedule if he can't convince Jared to stay in tomorrow.
They spend roughly two hours walking through the Forum Romanum, looking at the temple for Romulus, the founder of Rome. They pass temples for Castor and Pollux, Saturn, Caesar, Jupiter and a whole other lot that Jensen can't even recall.
As they continue their tour, there are more basilicas and yet more arches. Once they're already through the Forum – their feet killing them after all the walking – they reach the last sight: the Umbilicus urbis Romae. It's what the Romans considered the center of the city and later the center of the Empire and hence the center of the world. To Jensen though, it looks like nothing more than a stone cairn and if it weren't for the white sign, indicating that there's something interesting to look at, he would have overlooked it. So much for center of the world.
They leave the Forum Romanum through the Arco di Settimio Severo before they take up the stairs that lead to the Capitoline Hill. From the top, they have another beautiful view over the ruins of the Forum with the Colosseum in the background and the Palatine Hill to their right.
"I can't thank you often enough for dragging my ass over here," Jared says, stepping behind Jensen.
They're quiet for a moment and Jensen is tempted to take a step back and lean into Jared, to let himself be supported by Jared's strong frame.
"Don't mention it, Jay," he says, not looking at Jared. Of course, he could have said that Jared can pay him in sex, and hell, Jensen wouldn't object, but somehow he thinks this is not the right moment for jokes.
Jared takes another step closer until his front and Jensen's back are touching. This time, Jensen can't resist the urge and leans back, feeling Jared against him. Jared's hands come around Jensen's waist, circling it and just holding him for a moment. Then he shoves his hands underneath Jensen's shirt and softly strokes over Jensen's sensitive skin.
Any other time Jensen would have worried about someone recognizing them, maybe snapping a picture that he and everyone else could see on the covers of the tabloid press the next day. This time he doesn't. He doesn't care about all the people walking around this crowded place because each and everyone of those people is way too busy with whatever sight they're looking at to even notice Jensen and Jared and their shared intimate moment.
Jensen wishes he could stay like this forever. Standing with his back to Jared's chest, Jared's fingers tracing along his happy trail. But when Jared presses a soft, bashful kiss to Jensen's throat, the urge to finally be alone with Jared grows almost unbearably strong.
Turning around in Jared's arms, he says, "C'mon, let's go."
They walk across the Piazza del Campidoglio, a beautiful square on top of the Capitoline Hill. There's a fine pattern of black and white stones on the floor. The square is framed by three large buildings, home to the Musei Capitolini. The Capitoline Museums and their large collection of archeological items are scheduled for another day though.
In the center of the square, there is a huge bronze statue of the emperor Marcus Aurelius. From the travel guide Jared reads that it's one of the very few statues that remained after the Popes gave the city a make-over during the Renaissance and Baroque. The only reason for the statue of Marcus Aurelius making it, so to speak, is that it was mistaken for being a statue of Emperor Constantine, who converted to Christianity on his deathbed.
Following the orientation of the statue, Jensen and Jared reach a protruding staircase that leads from the street up to the Capitoline Hill. At the top of the Cordonata, as it is called, there are two marble statues, portraying Castor and Pollux.
Passing the two figures, Jensen and Jared walk down the wide and shallow steps until they reach street level. As they turn around to take one last look at the piazza, the marble figures look impressive from where they stand. It's almost as if they are guarding the square.
"We're almost done for today," Jensen says, not mentioning the fact that he just changed their route.
"Good," Jared moans softly. "Maybe once I'm done with your feet, you could return the favor."
Jensen laughs lightly and quickly agrees to massage Jared's feet as soon as they're back at the hotel. He adds with a wink that he can think of a few other things to massage and when Jared turns slightly red, Jensen takes great pleasure in it.
They take the bus to their next destination, or as close as they can get to it. They get off at Via del Corso, one of the main shopping streets, then they take the Via delle Muratte, walking the last few meters until they reach their stop: the Fontana di Trevi. The rushing of the water is so loud that they can hear the thunder of the fountain before they even see it.
"Wow," Jensen says because the fountain is a lot more impressive when it's right in front of you rather than when you see it on a picture in your travel guide.
"Yeah," Jared agrees, slowly walking toward the fountain.
It's very pompous, another one of those incredible Baroque monuments. At roughly 85 feet in height and 65 feet in width, it's definitely the biggest fountain Jensen has ever seen and probably ever will see. There are tourists everywhere and among them policemen and street vendors, trying to sell roses that hang their heads in the hot Italian sun.
It takes Jensen and Jared a while until they find two spare spots on the stone benches along the fountain that will also allow them a good view of the sight. One thing that feels extremely good is sitting down and resting their feet for a while. One thing that feels extremely bad is that they haven't even been sitting down for five minutes when the first guy chats them up to sell them some shit made out of a balloon with a painted face on it. It takes a few good minutes to get rid of the guy until he staggers off to annoy the next tourists, trying his luck.
"Man, sometimes I'm damn grateful for my job," Jared says as they watch the guy walk away.
"Yeah, at least you only have to annoy people with bad acting and not with trying to foist shit on them," Jensen laughs.
That earns him a soft punch to his upper arm but Jared is laughing lightly so all is good. They watch the fountain in silence for a moment, looking at its crystal clear turquoise water, the white marble that is everywhere.
It looks as if it were stuck to the back of a building, a tall palazzo that is covered with a beautifully decorated façade. Most outstanding of said façade is the triumph arch in the center. The fountain itself hosts several statues on top of what is supposed to be a rocky landscape.
Placed underneath the arch is a statue of Neptune, who's guiding two chariots of sea horses. One of the horses is agitated while the other appears to be placid and calm. It all is supposed to symbolize Neptune's reign over the sea. Left and right around him there are several mythical creatures of the sea; tritons mainly.
Jensen and Jared get up to move closer to the edge of the basin to have a closer look at the sculptures. As they approach it, Jensen suggests that they each throw a coin into the fountain since it's supposed to mean that you'll come back to the city if you do it correctly.
"Make sure to do it with your right hand over your left shoulder," Jensen instructs.
"Dude, this shit is complicated," Jared laughs and then adds, "How much money d'you reckon is lying on the bottom of the fountain?"
"I read that people are throwing coins worth 3,000 Euros into the fountain every day. That's like over 4,000 bucks," Jensen says. He's read about it in the book. And also that the money is fished out each night and given to the city for the restoration and maintenance of historical buildings.
"Bet there's a few people who wouldn't mind collecting a few coins every now and then," Jared says and when Jensen mentions that this is apparently why the policemen, the Carabinieri, are there, he quickly nods.
They throw their coins like good tourists and even snap a picture or two. All of a sudden, Jared asks, "Hey, if I step into the water, will you come in and make out with me?"
Jensen's perplexed for a moment, not getting the reference at first, and then he grins at Jared before he says, "No, because you're not Anita Ekberg and I'm not Marcello Mastroianni. Besides, I think those guys would have something against it." Pointing at the policemen, he makes it clear who he means.
"Sorry, Jay, but bathing in the fountain is not allowed. They only do that in Hollywood movies," Jensen says with a wink. "But if you want, we can go back to the hotel and I'll make out with you there."
Jared's eyes widen in lust as soon as Jensen makes the suggestion. Giving a nod, Jared slides his hand into Jensen's and gives it a short pull, signalizing him that he wants to get going.
They leave the fountain behind as they walk back towards the hotel, the rush of the water fainting more and more with each step. Even though the walk back to the hotel is a short one, it seems endless to Jensen.
Jared gives him those looks that make Jensen's stomach jump and his jeans feel tight. And as if this wasn't enough, Jared's also occasionally groping Jensen's ass. So much for the whole blushing virgin thing. Jared may have never been with a man before, but he damn sure knows what he wants.
Once they're finally, finally inside the room and the door is closed, there's an awkward moment of silence and then Jensen leaps forward until he can crush his lips to Jared's. Jared immediately opens up for Jensen, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. Jared's mouth is hot and wet and sinful and Jensen never wants to stop kissing him. Their tongues tangle, battling for control, movements becoming more urgent as the heat increases.
"God," Jensen groans, panting against Jared's spit-wet and swollen mouth. "You goddamn cocktease. Been wanting you all day. Been half-hard all day because of you."
"You can- you can have me now," Jared moans in return.
Jared's hands land on Jensen's ass, pulling Jensen closer against him. Jensen feels the hard outline of Jared's cock against him and it turns him on so much, knowing that he can do that to Jared, that Jared's hard because of him.
Jensen is hard himself, Jared must be feeling it too. If they don't do something about it soon, Jensen fears he's going to die of blue balls syndrome or something like that. He continues writhing and wriggling against Jared because it feels so good, Jared's strong, hard frame against his.
"Need you to be naked," Jared groans, his hands already working on the belt of Jensen's jeans.
"Fuck, yeah." And who's Jensen to object?
Jensen starts taking off his shirt while Jared is still busy with his pants. As soon as Jensen stands in front of Jared only wearing his boxers they set about undressing Jared. And this might just be one of Jensen's favorite sights of the day; Jared, almost naked, like Apollo in front of him. His mouth is certainly watering.
Jensen bends forward to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses along Jared's jaw, his throat, his shoulders, down to his collarbone. When Jared walks him backward to the bed, Jensen follows willingly.
Jared moans his protest as Jensen rolls on top of him, but Jensen has something in mind and this is why he won't let Jared take charge tonight. When he tells Jared so, Jared grins seductively at him, but lets Jensen have his way nonetheless.
Jensen takes his time, kissing and licking and stroking over the body he's desired for so long. He sucks Jared's nipples into his mouth, one after the other, teasing them with his tongue and teeth and manages to draw another long groan from Jared. After that, Jensen moves further down, kissing along Jared's stomach until he reaches the offending material of Jared's boxers.
He doesn't take them off immediately although Jared already lifts his hips so eagerly. Jensen's hands run over Jared's chest to study and memorize every inch of skin and every curve of muscle while Jensen's mouth moves past the happy trail and over the cotton fabric of Jared's boxer briefs.
Jared gasps and thrusts his hips upwards as Jensen begins mouthing his cock through the material. He's cursing silently, urging Jensen to stop teasing, but Jensen's having way too much fun nuzzling his face against Jared's hot erection, confined by the boxers. He takes a few breaths, inhaling Jared's musky, raw scent and then he goes back to mouthing and nibbling and teasing Jared through the fabric.
One of Jared's hands falls on top of Jensen's head, not shoving or demanding, no. He's mostly just holding and stroking and encouraging. The sensation of Jared's fingers running through his hair feels a damn lot better than Jensen ever imagined it would. Eventually, he's done teasing as he pushes the boxers down, Jared's erection springing up and greeting Jensen.
Jensen looks Jared in the eyes and he sees that they are glassy and wide with lust. When he finally takes Jared into his mouth, the taste of Jared is just as divine as he remembers.
"Fuck, yeah," Jared moans as he squeezes his eyes shut.
Jensen grins around his cock and starts with putting his mouth to use. He keeps sucking Jared for a while, learning that Jared likes it a lot when Jensen feels up his balls while suckling at his cock and that he really likes thrusting into Jensen's mouth. Oh yeah, and Jared curses like a sailor when he's about to come.
Jensen lets him come in his mouth this time, swallowing each and every one of Jared's spurts down. When Jensen crawls up and lies down next to Jared afterward, Jared captures his lips in a fierce kiss that says everything Jared probably won't be able to say with words.
As Jared's hands start their exploration tour of Jensen's body, Jensen's happy to let them. Jared's hands are gorgeous, big and firm and yet gentle in their touch. It's a wonderful sensation to have them running over his body and Jensen makes sure to let Jared know with occasional groans what he likes in particular. Just as Jared wants to move down Jensen's body to blow him, or so Jensen thinks, Jensen places a hand on Jared's shoulder.
"I need something different from you now," Jensen whispers seductively. It's almost cute how Jared totally does not get the hint and apparently has no clue what Jensen is talking about. Poor guy looks so confused. "I- I want you inside me, Jay."
There's a flicker of something on Jared's face that Jensen can't quite place, and for a second Jensen fears he's pushed things too far, but when there's clear and desperate lust and need in Jared's eyes, he's willing to forget about that thought.
Usually, Jensen wouldn't rush things in a new relationship. Usually, he'd take his time with more handjobs and blowjobs, learning each other slowly. Usually, he wouldn't take that last, intimate step so quickly and let someone fuck him, but Jared is not just someone. With Jared this feels right, with Jared this is what Jensen needs the most right now.
"O- okay," Jared whispers before he kisses Jensen fiercely.
"D'you have any lube?" Jensen asks. It's been a while since he's bottomed for anybody and he's not doing this without lube. Especially not with a big guy like Jared.
Jared blushes a little and then shakes his head. Jensen wants to die. He's horny as fuck and he needs to have Jared buried balls-deep inside him like ever since the moment he first saw Jared but now there's no lube. Jensen has some in his suitcase, however, as things go, they're in Jared's room and ruining the mood by rushing into the other room naked is, yeah, something he's not keen on.
"I have some in my room, but I sure ain't going over," Jensen says more to himself.
But then Jared asks, "Why d'you have lube with you?" He looks genuinely confused once more.
"Uh," Jensen says, "Can we maybe not talk about why I have lube in my bag until we've fucked enough times so that I'll tell you in great, dirty detail how I jerk off?"
Jared looks puzzled for another minute or so but then he breaks out into one of the biggest grins Jensen has ever seen. Jared bends over and kisses Jensen on the lips – not before Jensen thinks he hears Jared whisper "kinky bitch" – and then Jared's practically forcing his tongue inside Jensen's mouth. Not that Jensen minds much. The only bad thing about this is how it reminds Jensen of his painfully hard erection.
"Wait," Jensen moans, shoving Jared off him a little. "D'you have any lotion? Body lotion, hand lotion? Anything like that?"
Jared grins at him again and then all but jumps off the bed, diving for his bag. He retrieves a tube of hand lotion and when Jensen asks him for a condom, he luckily has one of those. Back on the bed, Jensen tells Jared to wait until he's ready.
He won't let Jared touch him, but he makes sure to put on a good show for Jared as he thoroughly prepares himself. Since it's been a while, Jensen takes his time as he fingers himself open, closing his eyes at the warm sensation that spreads through his body as he stretches and stimulates himself.
"Fuck, Jen. You look so hot," Jared whines then and damn, Jensen almost forgot about him. Removing his fingers, Jensen nods at him and signalizes that he's ready now. Quickly, Jared rolls down the condom; he's shaking slightly and then he spreads a generous amount of pseudo-lube on his cock.
"Lie back," Jensen orders softly but firmly while one of his hands pushes at Jared's chest.
Jared lies back willingly and only seconds later Jensen straddles his legs. He smiles at Jared as he sinks down on Jared's dick. There's this welcomed mix of pleasure and pain that sends tickling sparkles through his whole body. Once he slides down completely, Jensen gives himself a moment to adjust to the feeling of fullness. His eyes are squeezed shut but not because of pain, no, but because of pleasure.
When Jared asks with concern whether he's hurting Jensen, Jensen reassures him that he's not and then he lifts his hips and starts moving. It's slow, shallow thrusts at first as he's getting used to the feeling of Jared inside him, but soon Jensen's movements become faster and more passionate. Jared's hands fall onto Jensen's hips, just holding and stroking Jensen's hipbones.
As Jared moans something about coming again and being close, Jensen moves one of Jared's hands and places it on his dick. He uses it to stroke a few times up and down, showing Jared that he needs a little help jerking off. Jared seems to get the idea as he runs his hand over Jensen's cock with firm, divine pressure.
It only takes a few more thrusts until Jensen comes all over Jared's chest, Jared soon follows suit. They come with loud groans and all that's left afterward is that deep, fulfilling feeling of gratification.
Quickly, Jensen gets off of Jared, kisses him briefly on the mouth and then goes to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth. After they're through with that, they settle in bed, neither speaking for a while. Jared's caresses Jensen's naked back, drawing invisible patterns, while Jensen dozes in Jared's arms.
"Hey," Jared says, nudging Jensen with his nose.
"What?" Jensen murmurs-half-moans.
"What about my foot massage? You didn't keep your promise." Jared states with clear amusement in his voice.
"Hm, I tend to think that what you got was at least one hundred times better," Jensen laughs lightly, craning his neck so that he can kiss Jared's jaw.
"Yeah, I guess. We can do that tomorrow."
"What? Lie in bed all day and give each other massages? Count me in," Jensen laughs again.
"Pervert!" Jared exclaims, pretending to be offended. "Don't reduce me to an object of sexual gratification."
Jensen simply snorts at that and kisses Jared again. Then he whispers seductively, "We'll see about that tomorrow. You'll get your massage."
***
The next day, Jensen wakes up to Jared kissing his throat and sliding a big palm over his chest. He's surprised, definitely pleasantly so, that Jared's still in bed with him this morning and not already sitting in the chair, waiting for Jensen to wake up so that he can shoo him out of bed and rush him through the city.
"Hm, morning," Jensen mumbles lazily.
Jared doesn't answer and only really gets into kissing and licking and biting. The kisses become more heated and more passionate, caresses turn to scraping of nails and sooner than Jensen knows, Jared has his cock in his mouth, saying that he needs to practice this sucking dick thing to get really good at it. Jensen's happy to be Jared's guinea pig.
The day is spent in bed, having sex, sleeping, having more sex and sleeping again. Jensen knows that it sounds like a lame excuse, but three days of heavy sightseeing and doing most of that by foot too, has worn him out. This is definitely something Jensen didn't take into account when he made their itinerary.
They leave the room eventually in the evening to go out for dinner. But once they return, they're back in bed immediately. They talk about random things, about the things they've already seen and how to spend the remaining days.
Something in Jared seems to have clicked, something Jensen doesn't dare ask further about. All of a sudden, Jared doesn't to object staying in anymore. They agree that they should see a few things that are considered the must-see sights in Rome, and maybe spend one or two days at the beach, but apart from that, Jared says that he's happy to stay in.
And that's exactly how the remaining two weeks of their vacation is spent.
They drive to Fregene for two days, a small town outside of Rome. Even though the town is small, Fregene is pulsing with life. And with small, Jensen doesn't mean what Americans consider small when they speak of a small American town, but actually a lot smaller. Through Flavia they find out that this is where all the locals go if they want to spend a day at the beach and that Ostia is run over by tourists, making Fregene some kind of insiders' tip.
The beach is incredibly awesome and the sand is soft. The water is a little brownish, not like you'd expect it to be in a tourism video, but it's warm, so who's Jensen to complain. He takes a few baths in the sea and lets Jared rub sunscreen onto his skin. So yeah, life is pretty sweet.
"Too bad this is not in the middle of the night," Jared says out of the blue.
"Huh?" Jensen says, lifting his sunglasses so that he can look at Jared.
"Well, 'cause if it were, I'd totally take you skinny dipping with additional making out," Jared grins teasingly now.
"Man," Jensen groans as he looks around, watching the huge amount of small, naked kids running across the beach, their agitated mothers running straight after them and calling out for Francesca, Alessandro or Andrea. Nope, skinny dipping's a no-go.
Jared only laughs again, kisses Jensen and then goes for a short nap. This is another pretty sweet thing about Jensen's life at the moment. No one knows them here and no one cares about them either. Jared and he could never kiss in public back home, well, they could but it would not be very advisable for their careers, unless they wanted to play the gay guy until the end of their lives.
***
The next days are spent back in the city, looking at a few more sights, not more than one or two each day.
They're sitting on the Spanish Steps, or Scalinata della Trinità dei Monti as it's actually called, watching the life of the Piazza di Spagna in front of them. The place is lively and vivid with tourists. Jared punches Jensen lightly on the arm and points him to the direction of an Italian guy only a few steps down. The guy's actually good-looking, maybe a little slimy, but definitely not unattractive. It's almost comical to watch as he's trying to chat up a bunch of girls. They're blonde with pale skin, so Jensen assumes that they're not locals. No matter how hard the guy tries, the girls just don't seem to take any interest in him and eventually he has to give up, immediately trying the next group of female tourists.
"Poor guy," Jensen snickers, "He can't even get laid."
Jared gives Jensen a leer grin before he whispers into Jensen's ear, "Not everyone can be as lucky as you, Mr. Ackles."
He runs a hand over the inside of Jensen's thigh and if Jensen wasn't already hard from the seductive tone in Jared's voice and all the innuendo, he'd be as soon as the tips of Jared's fingers trace over his crotch.
"You're evil," Jensen gasps at which Jared only laughs and says that he's still learning.
From the Spanish Steps, they start a little shopping tour, because you cannot go to Italy without spending a lot of money on Italian designer stuff you don't need. Luckily, the first stores already await them at the Piazza di Spagna and then continue in what is probably Rome's most famous and expensive shopping street: the Via dei Condotti.
There's every designer you could ever dream of, from Dolce & Gabbana to Prada, from Gucci to Armani. There's Bulgari, Cartier and Dior, Versace and Louis Vuitton. They take their time looking through the various stores, buying an item here and there. As Jensen pays for a designer handbag for his Momma, he has a brief panic attack, wondering how the hell he's supposed to carry all this stuff home without paying a huge sum of money for excess luggage.
Throughout the remainder of their stay, they also go to Santa Maria del Popolo at the Piazza del Popolo. Jared wants to see the church because he enjoyed Dan Brown's Angels and Demons so much and this is one of the places featured in the book that they haven't seen yet.
From Santa Maria del Popolo it's only a few steps to the Pincio at the edge of the gardens of Villa Borghese, a large, beautiful park, where you get another nice view over the city. During the remaining two weeks of their stay they also visit a few more museums that are famous for their art collections, among them the Musei Capitolini, the Galleria Doria Pamphilj and the Galleria Borghese.
They spend their time exploring more piazze and palazzi, walking through the city without exhausting themselves too much. Rome turns out to be full of churches and Jensen and Jared pick a few more that are considered must-see.
But next to those, there's also more time for some historic sites like the Terme di Caracalla, the Baths of Caracalla or the Villa Adriana, Hadrian's Villa in Tivoli, just out of town. Plus, there are probably a bunch of other sights that Jensen just can't remember now.
There's also this one tourist attraction of the other kind. Right around the corner, there's one of the city's most famous ice cream vendors. Jared eyes shine as they step inside Della Palma for the first time. More than 100 different flavors await them, from Mars or Bounty chocolate bars to various fruits and yogurts. Sure thing, Jensen's heard of white chocolate ice cream but Sachertorte or Mozartkugel – which turn out to be an Austrian cake or chocolate – ice cream seems pretty exotic to him. Of course, they come back more than once, trying as many flavors as possible.
What's far more important than ice cream and those tourist sites anyway is this little something that's developing between Jensen and Jared. Jensen doesn't think about this more than he has to and he doesn't want to put a name to it but maybe this is going not too badly after all.
Next to all the sightseeing, they spend more time with each other, alone. They sleep in together, they shower together, they have plenty of sex with each other, all in all, Jensen can't complain about his recent life.
Jared's sex drive is amazing, his eagerness to learn everything there's to learn about gay sex at times a little overwhelming. Yet, Jensen can never deny Jared anything when Jared asks him to try this and that.
They go through almost everything Jensen is comfortable with sexually. Jared takes in everything like the inquisitive student he is. If Jensen had to admit, he's having some of the most mind-blowing sex he's ever had in his life, just because of Jared's desire to be good at this.
There are more handjobs, there are more blowjobs, there is more anal sex. Jared is getting really good at giving blowjobs and when he asks Jensen to let him bottom for the first time, Jensen can't deny Jared anything.
There are a few things that Jensen learns himself. Besides what he already noticed earlier – that Jared likes having his balls fondled when receiving oral sex – Jensen finds out that Jared really, really likes rimming and that he's fond of fucking Jensen against the tiled wall of the shower stall while lifting Jensen off his feet as if Jensen were a lightweight. Jensen also learns that Jared's got a thing for Jensen nipping at the curve of his body where leg and torso meet, that little dip of Jared's hip.
Jared likes doing Jensen from behind, preferably if he can hold him down with his strong hands while he shoves inside him again and again. Jared also likes spooning Jensen when they're lying in bed, sleeping. With anybody else, Jensen would probably feel stupid being the little spoon, if you want to dive into weird metaphors, but he doesn't with Jared.
Throughout these two weeks, Jensen learns an awful lot about Jared, a few things he never ever dared imagine learn about him. He loves that he gets to know this totally different side of him, even more intimate than before.
Jensen doesn't mind opening up to Jared either. It feels like the right thing to do, to let Jared look deep into his soul and his true desires. During past relationships, Jensen always held some part of him back, kept it hidden somewhere deep inside and while his friends always claimed that this was one of the reasons none of his relationships ever worked before, that all of this was because he simply wouldn't trust his partner completely, Jensen just never had the confidence to change that.
Now with Jared, it comes naturally. They talk about past relationships and not that this is something they hadn't done before, but this time it's different. It's more intimate, it's yet more personal but still it seems easy to open up. Strangely enough though, they talk not once about what's between them.
Jensen's scared to address the matter and Jared himself doesn't mention it at all. Knowing that they agreed on friends with benefits, Jensen doesn't have the guts to bring up his crush on Jared. Or the fact that he wouldn't call it a crush anymore but that he's slowly falling in love with Jared.
It's the only thing that's hanging over them like a bad, dark cloud, threatening to strain the last few days they have in this beautiful city. As the end of their staythe vacation comes inevitably closer, Jensen's worries grow. But yet, he can't force himself to bring up the dreaded subject of what's going to happen between them once they're back in Canada.
Will this continue? Will this end? Will they become exclusive and actually be boyfriends? Or will Jared fight for Sandy or search himself someone completely new?
There are a million questions on Jensen's mind, and yet he doesn't dare ask a single one of them, the fear of rejection increasing with each day. With only two days left before they leave – they're flying straight back to Vancouver, no time to stop home in Texas – Jensen notices a shift between them.
Things are becoming a little too awkward for Jensen's liking. It's almost as if Jared is trying to avoid him. The dirty things that Jared whispered into Jensen's ears at the most random times to make him horny and to make him blush become more and more infrequent, so do the secretly, or not so secretly stolen kisses in public. Jared is quieter, no longer talking as nonstop as he has for the last two weeks. He also seems slightly uncomfortable around Jensen and it hurts Jensen to see Jared act like this around him.
Strangely, they're still having sex and it's still good, deep, passionate, almost animalistic sex. But afterward, there's this strange silence when neither knows what to say. Before, Jared would continue touching Jensen, stroking him as they share the post-coital bliss. But now, he turns on his side awkwardly, facing away from Jensen as if he hoped Jensen would just disappear.
Jensen knows that he should make Jared talk about what's up but he's getting more and more insecure about it, fearing now that the vacation will be over soon, now that their isolation from the world as they know it ends, that Jared is having second thoughts. Jensen fears that Jared is going to blame him for fucking up their friendship – in every sense of the word – as soon as Jensen even dares to address the whole awkward thing between them. And there's still the fear of rejection that becomes stronger and more unbearable with every passing moment.
It's the last evening before they leave. They're having sex. Jared is taking Jensen hard from behind, his strong, big hand holding Jensen down, pressing his chest to the sheets while Jensen holds his ass up. While Jared drives into him with hard force again and again, only short of hurting Jensen, Jensen realizes how fucked up this all is. There are tears pooling in the corners of Jensen's eyes and he's not entirely sure they come from the hard thrusts.
Judging from the way Jared fucks him and comparing it to the way he took him those last two weeks, there's clearly something wrong with Jared and while Jensen knows that he should talk to Jared about it, he just can't. Jared comes with a loud, guttural moan, Jensen coming shortly after.
When orgasm washes over Jensen, it's not as satisfying as it should be, not as much as it has been those last few weeks. Jensen collapses on the bed, Jared settling next to him. But once again, Jared turns his back to Jensen, not smiling at him like he should, not clinging to Jensen and being all over him, like Jensen wants him to.
Jensen makes a decision then. Silently, he gets up and starts collecting his clothes. He doesn't think it's a good idea to spend the night here, if things are so awkward between them and they'll only end up stealing each other's sleep.
Once Jensen's dressed, he leaves Jared's room and heads for his own. Jared doesn't hold him back, doesn't even look at him as Jensen closes the door on his way out. After the first night he spent in Jared's bed, he hasn't gone into his own room other than to fetch clean clothes and a few other things. Sleeping all by himself is weird and in the end, Jensen doesn't get any sleep at all anyway.
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The room is bright as Jensen wakes up the next morning, light shining down on him from the windows in the roof. It really is a nice sight and almost feels as if waking up directly underneath the sun. He stretches and yawns loudly. When he looks across the room, he finds Jared sitting in the same chair as the day before, watching him.
"Good morning, psycho," Jensen says with a wink. "How long have you been watching me?"
Jared smiles broadly as soon as he registers that Jensen is awake. "Hm, with or without drooling?"
Jensen flips him off and Jared only laughs softly. Just as Jensen's turned around to maybe doze for another half an hour, the blanket is being pulled off, revealing Jensen's naked form. Before he can say anything, Jared lies down on top of him and starts placing soft kisses all over Jensen's body.
Jensen moans, the butterfly kisses tickling pleasantly all over. He moans again when Jared stops, this time in disappointment. "Why'd you stop?" And yeah, that might have been a whine.
Jared laughs and says, "Jensen, I don't know which impression you've got from this trip, but this is not sex tourism."
"It's not?" Jensen asks as he turns around to look at Jared.
Jared seems happier than anybody at the time of the day on vacation should ever look and he practically beams when he says, "No, Jensen. We're here to see something. Now get up so we can get over with today's tour and come back to the room quickly."
Jensen groans unhappily but Jared only laughs at him again. He doesn't give in, no matter how much Jensen tries to convince him to stay in for the day.
The decision to shower together is only partly a good one. What starts with the chaste resolution to simply get clean soon leads to kissing and groping and handjobs. By the time they make it down to the lobby, they are informed that breakfast is no longer served. But Jared is not a happy puppy with no breakfast in his belly so they first have to search for a little café where they can get something to eat.
They're standing in a small bar, a small cup of espresso in front of each while Jared is devouring his third cornetto alla crema, a croissant filled with pudding. The air smells heavily of coffee and there are plenty of people walking in, drinking a quick coffee and then leaving again. There are no tables or seats; everyone's standing by the bar. The classical insight into Italy's coffee culture. Eventually, they're good to go. Jared's been fed and he's happy.
Today's all about ancient Rome, so far Jensen tells Jared. What he hasn't told him and probably won't either, is that he might shorten their tour spontaneously and go back to the hotel early in order to spend more time with Jared in private.
Does that make Jensen a bad person? Maybe. Does he care? Not really.
They pass Largo di Torre Argentina, an antique site that is more famous for the shelter for straying cats than the actual ruins. Next they walk up to Piazza Venezia, a madness they never would have anticipated. It's a huge square that's so full of cars and buses and taxis and in between people on scooters that Jensen is amazed that there's not an accident every five minutes.
But what probably stands out even more is the hugeass monument in front of them. Completely in white, it looks like an oversized auto grill, prominent in size and appearance.
"What the fuck," Jared exclaims as his eyes fall onto the monument for the first time. Jensen snickers softly because that was his very same thought.
They're walking towards the Monumento Nazionale a Vittorio Emanuele II, the National Monument to Victor Emmanuel II, which doesn't impress through beauty, but size. Jensen can't help but think how it simply does not fit into the city. Sure thing, the Popes seemed to love their pomposity, but this brings it to a whole different level.
They learn from the travel guide that often the monument is simply called Il Vittoriano or by the Romans themselves la macchina da scrivere, the typewriter. Jensen thinks the name fits and by comparing it to an auto grill, he wasn't that far off.
It was built for Vittorio Emanuele, the first king after the Italian Reunification, right at the foot of the Capitoline Hill. There's plenty of white marble, plenty of iron sculptors of the king and plenty of steps to climb. Inside the monument, there's a museum about the history of Italy and the country's reunification, but Jensen and Jared decide to skip it. Well, it's mostly Jensen urging Jared to skip it and Jared pretending with a smile that he doesn't want to.
They take the Via dei Fori Imperiali toward the Colosseum. The avenue gives a great view of the amphitheater. They pay as much attention as possible to the archeological excavations left and right that border the street. It's almost as if they are walking through one huge open-air museum. They've got the Forum Romanum scheduled for after the Colosseum but glancing at the ruins that still await them, Jensen already feels sorry for his poor feet.
"You okay?" Jared asks, gently nudging Jensen's shoulder.
"Feeling sorry for my poor feet when I look down at all this," Jensen answers honestly but Jared only laughs at him.
"If you want me to, I can massage your poor feet once we get back to the hotel," Jared says seductively. Jensen's pants tighten immediately, and damn, but shouldn't Jared be all blushing virgin and not so much I-know-exactly-what-I-want-from-you?
Of course, Jensen can't let on how he's losing charge to Jared, that's why he says with a wink, "What? You're not gonna suck at them, are you?"
After a short expression on Jared's face, which Jensen takes way too much comfort in and that clearly says "Dude, gross!" Jared grins and says, "Don't give me ideas."
This time it's Jensen's turn for the uh-gross-face. Jared simply bursts out laughing.
They finally reach the Colosseo and go for a first tour around the sight. The place is crowded with tourists and there are people everywhere, dressed in costumes like traditional Roman soldiers, convincing people to take pictures with them in exchange for a small donation.
They first look at the Arco di Costantino, an arch dedicated to Constantine I. It's about 70 feet high and decorated in white marble. It looks a bit lost and isolated as it stands there without any really connection to the Colosseum. Jared reads out to Jensen that it spans over the Via Triumphalis, a street that was taken by the Roman emperors whenever they entered the city in triumph.
Just as Jensen is about to suggest they get in line for the Colosseum, Jared pinches his ass and grins sheepishly at him. "Hey!" Jensen exclaims and when he makes a move to slap Jared playfully, Jared jumps to the side and away from him. Jensen snorts because he thought they were beyond the age of playing tag, but nonetheless he chases after Jared. Jared's not running fast and quickly Jensen catches up with him. When he does, Jared grins and laughs, "You got me."
Jensen doesn't answer, instead he kisses Jared chastely on the lips, without thinking. "I got you."
An old lady clears her throat behind them and when Jensen and Jared break apart, she gives them a weird look. But Jensen doesn't care as he grins at Jared and then drags him toward the entrance of the Colosseum.
Eventually, they get in line. There are two long rows of tourists waiting to pay the entrance fee and be let inside. The hot Italian sun is burning down on them as they walk to the very end.
They kill time by reading about the Colosseum's 2,000 years of history. How it was build by the Flavian dynasty to propitiate the people during the first century, how it got its name from a colossal bronze statue of Emperor Nero that's no longer there and how more than 9,000 animals, most of them exotic, were killed during the inauguration games for entertainment purposes.
Once they're inside, the Colosseum feels a lot smaller than it looks from the outside and it definitely looks less glamorous. They walk around a little, not believing that this place was suitable to seat 50,000 people.
"This looked different in Gladiator," Jared says out loud what Jensen has been thinking.
"Yeah."
Jensen is not disappointed or anything. It's still pretty amazing, especially when you keep in mind that this thing is nearly 2,000 years old, survived several fires, earthquakes and the Popes, ah and well, it's still standing. That's impressive. But with the center part, the eclipse where the actual arena was, being open so you can look down at the hypogeum, the catacombs or basement of the theater if you want to call it like that, it's somehow, well, not as breathtaking as Jensen thought it would be.
Underneath where the wooden floors of the arena were, there's a complicated system of tunnels. The gladiators would wait and prepare for their fights there and the wild animals would be held in cages, starving them to increase their aggressiveness for the actual games. Jared reads that there used to be a modern mechanism of lifts and hydraulics to transport man and animal into the arena and that there are reports that the Colosseum could be flooded with water from a nearby aqueduct for sea battles.
After a while, they decide to move to the next sight. It's mostly Jensen urging Jared again but there's something in the way Jared looks at him, that tells Jensen that Jared's only trying to play it cool.
From the Colosseum, they take the Via Sacra through the Forum Romanum. Via Sacra used to be one of the most important streets during the epoch of the Roman Empire, leading from the Colosseum to the Capitoline Hill while passing some of the most important temples, places for business and every day Roman life.
First they walk through the Arco di Tito, the Arch of Titus, a white marble arch of triumph. It's the oldest, still conserved arch of the city. Jensen and Jared spend a few minutes looking at the decorations and inscriptions that tell about the life of Titus and the sack of Jerusalem during his reign.
Jared laughs as Jensen grabs him by the arm and pushes him slightly forward, signalizing Jared to get moving. If Jensen had to be honest, he'd rather get over with today's tour so that he can spend time with Jared. He's maybe a little too eager to learn about each and every inch of Jared's body, what he likes and what he dislikes, but looking at Jared, who can blame him?
It's their third day of sightseeing and Jensen is slowly reaching a point where he simply needs a break because he can't take anything in anymore. There's so much to see and sometimes it's a little overwhelming. He's got a day at the beach scheduled too, so maybe he'll just have to rearrange their schedule if he can't convince Jared to stay in tomorrow.
They spend roughly two hours walking through the Forum Romanum, looking at the temple for Romulus, the founder of Rome. They pass temples for Castor and Pollux, Saturn, Caesar, Jupiter and a whole other lot that Jensen can't even recall.
As they continue their tour, there are more basilicas and yet more arches. Once they're already through the Forum – their feet killing them after all the walking – they reach the last sight: the Umbilicus urbis Romae. It's what the Romans considered the center of the city and later the center of the Empire and hence the center of the world. To Jensen though, it looks like nothing more than a stone cairn and if it weren't for the white sign, indicating that there's something interesting to look at, he would have overlooked it. So much for center of the world.
They leave the Forum Romanum through the Arco di Settimio Severo before they take up the stairs that lead to the Capitoline Hill. From the top, they have another beautiful view over the ruins of the Forum with the Colosseum in the background and the Palatine Hill to their right.
"I can't thank you often enough for dragging my ass over here," Jared says, stepping behind Jensen.
They're quiet for a moment and Jensen is tempted to take a step back and lean into Jared, to let himself be supported by Jared's strong frame.
"Don't mention it, Jay," he says, not looking at Jared. Of course, he could have said that Jared can pay him in sex, and hell, Jensen wouldn't object, but somehow he thinks this is not the right moment for jokes.
Jared takes another step closer until his front and Jensen's back are touching. This time, Jensen can't resist the urge and leans back, feeling Jared against him. Jared's hands come around Jensen's waist, circling it and just holding him for a moment. Then he shoves his hands underneath Jensen's shirt and softly strokes over Jensen's sensitive skin.
Any other time Jensen would have worried about someone recognizing them, maybe snapping a picture that he and everyone else could see on the covers of the tabloid press the next day. This time he doesn't. He doesn't care about all the people walking around this crowded place because each and everyone of those people is way too busy with whatever sight they're looking at to even notice Jensen and Jared and their shared intimate moment.
Jensen wishes he could stay like this forever. Standing with his back to Jared's chest, Jared's fingers tracing along his happy trail. But when Jared presses a soft, bashful kiss to Jensen's throat, the urge to finally be alone with Jared grows almost unbearably strong.
Turning around in Jared's arms, he says, "C'mon, let's go."
They walk across the Piazza del Campidoglio, a beautiful square on top of the Capitoline Hill. There's a fine pattern of black and white stones on the floor. The square is framed by three large buildings, home to the Musei Capitolini. The Capitoline Museums and their large collection of archeological items are scheduled for another day though.
In the center of the square, there is a huge bronze statue of the emperor Marcus Aurelius. From the travel guide Jared reads that it's one of the very few statues that remained after the Popes gave the city a make-over during the Renaissance and Baroque. The only reason for the statue of Marcus Aurelius making it, so to speak, is that it was mistaken for being a statue of Emperor Constantine, who converted to Christianity on his deathbed.
Following the orientation of the statue, Jensen and Jared reach a protruding staircase that leads from the street up to the Capitoline Hill. At the top of the Cordonata, as it is called, there are two marble statues, portraying Castor and Pollux.
Passing the two figures, Jensen and Jared walk down the wide and shallow steps until they reach street level. As they turn around to take one last look at the piazza, the marble figures look impressive from where they stand. It's almost as if they are guarding the square.
"We're almost done for today," Jensen says, not mentioning the fact that he just changed their route.
"Good," Jared moans softly. "Maybe once I'm done with your feet, you could return the favor."
Jensen laughs lightly and quickly agrees to massage Jared's feet as soon as they're back at the hotel. He adds with a wink that he can think of a few other things to massage and when Jared turns slightly red, Jensen takes great pleasure in it.
They take the bus to their next destination, or as close as they can get to it. They get off at Via del Corso, one of the main shopping streets, then they take the Via delle Muratte, walking the last few meters until they reach their stop: the Fontana di Trevi. The rushing of the water is so loud that they can hear the thunder of the fountain before they even see it.
"Wow," Jensen says because the fountain is a lot more impressive when it's right in front of you rather than when you see it on a picture in your travel guide.
"Yeah," Jared agrees, slowly walking toward the fountain.
It's very pompous, another one of those incredible Baroque monuments. At roughly 85 feet in height and 65 feet in width, it's definitely the biggest fountain Jensen has ever seen and probably ever will see. There are tourists everywhere and among them policemen and street vendors, trying to sell roses that hang their heads in the hot Italian sun.
It takes Jensen and Jared a while until they find two spare spots on the stone benches along the fountain that will also allow them a good view of the sight. One thing that feels extremely good is sitting down and resting their feet for a while. One thing that feels extremely bad is that they haven't even been sitting down for five minutes when the first guy chats them up to sell them some shit made out of a balloon with a painted face on it. It takes a few good minutes to get rid of the guy until he staggers off to annoy the next tourists, trying his luck.
"Man, sometimes I'm damn grateful for my job," Jared says as they watch the guy walk away.
"Yeah, at least you only have to annoy people with bad acting and not with trying to foist shit on them," Jensen laughs.
That earns him a soft punch to his upper arm but Jared is laughing lightly so all is good. They watch the fountain in silence for a moment, looking at its crystal clear turquoise water, the white marble that is everywhere.
It looks as if it were stuck to the back of a building, a tall palazzo that is covered with a beautifully decorated façade. Most outstanding of said façade is the triumph arch in the center. The fountain itself hosts several statues on top of what is supposed to be a rocky landscape.
Placed underneath the arch is a statue of Neptune, who's guiding two chariots of sea horses. One of the horses is agitated while the other appears to be placid and calm. It all is supposed to symbolize Neptune's reign over the sea. Left and right around him there are several mythical creatures of the sea; tritons mainly.
Jensen and Jared get up to move closer to the edge of the basin to have a closer look at the sculptures. As they approach it, Jensen suggests that they each throw a coin into the fountain since it's supposed to mean that you'll come back to the city if you do it correctly.
"Make sure to do it with your right hand over your left shoulder," Jensen instructs.
"Dude, this shit is complicated," Jared laughs and then adds, "How much money d'you reckon is lying on the bottom of the fountain?"
"I read that people are throwing coins worth 3,000 Euros into the fountain every day. That's like over 4,000 bucks," Jensen says. He's read about it in the book. And also that the money is fished out each night and given to the city for the restoration and maintenance of historical buildings.
"Bet there's a few people who wouldn't mind collecting a few coins every now and then," Jared says and when Jensen mentions that this is apparently why the policemen, the Carabinieri, are there, he quickly nods.
They throw their coins like good tourists and even snap a picture or two. All of a sudden, Jared asks, "Hey, if I step into the water, will you come in and make out with me?"
Jensen's perplexed for a moment, not getting the reference at first, and then he grins at Jared before he says, "No, because you're not Anita Ekberg and I'm not Marcello Mastroianni. Besides, I think those guys would have something against it." Pointing at the policemen, he makes it clear who he means.
"Sorry, Jay, but bathing in the fountain is not allowed. They only do that in Hollywood movies," Jensen says with a wink. "But if you want, we can go back to the hotel and I'll make out with you there."
Jared's eyes widen in lust as soon as Jensen makes the suggestion. Giving a nod, Jared slides his hand into Jensen's and gives it a short pull, signalizing him that he wants to get going.
They leave the fountain behind as they walk back towards the hotel, the rush of the water fainting more and more with each step. Even though the walk back to the hotel is a short one, it seems endless to Jensen.
Jared gives him those looks that make Jensen's stomach jump and his jeans feel tight. And as if this wasn't enough, Jared's also occasionally groping Jensen's ass. So much for the whole blushing virgin thing. Jared may have never been with a man before, but he damn sure knows what he wants.
Once they're finally, finally inside the room and the door is closed, there's an awkward moment of silence and then Jensen leaps forward until he can crush his lips to Jared's. Jared immediately opens up for Jensen, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. Jared's mouth is hot and wet and sinful and Jensen never wants to stop kissing him. Their tongues tangle, battling for control, movements becoming more urgent as the heat increases.
"God," Jensen groans, panting against Jared's spit-wet and swollen mouth. "You goddamn cocktease. Been wanting you all day. Been half-hard all day because of you."
"You can- you can have me now," Jared moans in return.
Jared's hands land on Jensen's ass, pulling Jensen closer against him. Jensen feels the hard outline of Jared's cock against him and it turns him on so much, knowing that he can do that to Jared, that Jared's hard because of him.
Jensen is hard himself, Jared must be feeling it too. If they don't do something about it soon, Jensen fears he's going to die of blue balls syndrome or something like that. He continues writhing and wriggling against Jared because it feels so good, Jared's strong, hard frame against his.
"Need you to be naked," Jared groans, his hands already working on the belt of Jensen's jeans.
"Fuck, yeah." And who's Jensen to object?
Jensen starts taking off his shirt while Jared is still busy with his pants. As soon as Jensen stands in front of Jared only wearing his boxers they set about undressing Jared. And this might just be one of Jensen's favorite sights of the day; Jared, almost naked, like Apollo in front of him. His mouth is certainly watering.
Jensen bends forward to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses along Jared's jaw, his throat, his shoulders, down to his collarbone. When Jared walks him backward to the bed, Jensen follows willingly.
Jared moans his protest as Jensen rolls on top of him, but Jensen has something in mind and this is why he won't let Jared take charge tonight. When he tells Jared so, Jared grins seductively at him, but lets Jensen have his way nonetheless.
Jensen takes his time, kissing and licking and stroking over the body he's desired for so long. He sucks Jared's nipples into his mouth, one after the other, teasing them with his tongue and teeth and manages to draw another long groan from Jared. After that, Jensen moves further down, kissing along Jared's stomach until he reaches the offending material of Jared's boxers.
He doesn't take them off immediately although Jared already lifts his hips so eagerly. Jensen's hands run over Jared's chest to study and memorize every inch of skin and every curve of muscle while Jensen's mouth moves past the happy trail and over the cotton fabric of Jared's boxer briefs.
Jared gasps and thrusts his hips upwards as Jensen begins mouthing his cock through the material. He's cursing silently, urging Jensen to stop teasing, but Jensen's having way too much fun nuzzling his face against Jared's hot erection, confined by the boxers. He takes a few breaths, inhaling Jared's musky, raw scent and then he goes back to mouthing and nibbling and teasing Jared through the fabric.
One of Jared's hands falls on top of Jensen's head, not shoving or demanding, no. He's mostly just holding and stroking and encouraging. The sensation of Jared's fingers running through his hair feels a damn lot better than Jensen ever imagined it would. Eventually, he's done teasing as he pushes the boxers down, Jared's erection springing up and greeting Jensen.
Jensen looks Jared in the eyes and he sees that they are glassy and wide with lust. When he finally takes Jared into his mouth, the taste of Jared is just as divine as he remembers.
"Fuck, yeah," Jared moans as he squeezes his eyes shut.
Jensen grins around his cock and starts with putting his mouth to use. He keeps sucking Jared for a while, learning that Jared likes it a lot when Jensen feels up his balls while suckling at his cock and that he really likes thrusting into Jensen's mouth. Oh yeah, and Jared curses like a sailor when he's about to come.
Jensen lets him come in his mouth this time, swallowing each and every one of Jared's spurts down. When Jensen crawls up and lies down next to Jared afterward, Jared captures his lips in a fierce kiss that says everything Jared probably won't be able to say with words.
As Jared's hands start their exploration tour of Jensen's body, Jensen's happy to let them. Jared's hands are gorgeous, big and firm and yet gentle in their touch. It's a wonderful sensation to have them running over his body and Jensen makes sure to let Jared know with occasional groans what he likes in particular. Just as Jared wants to move down Jensen's body to blow him, or so Jensen thinks, Jensen places a hand on Jared's shoulder.
"I need something different from you now," Jensen whispers seductively. It's almost cute how Jared totally does not get the hint and apparently has no clue what Jensen is talking about. Poor guy looks so confused. "I- I want you inside me, Jay."
There's a flicker of something on Jared's face that Jensen can't quite place, and for a second Jensen fears he's pushed things too far, but when there's clear and desperate lust and need in Jared's eyes, he's willing to forget about that thought.
Usually, Jensen wouldn't rush things in a new relationship. Usually, he'd take his time with more handjobs and blowjobs, learning each other slowly. Usually, he wouldn't take that last, intimate step so quickly and let someone fuck him, but Jared is not just someone. With Jared this feels right, with Jared this is what Jensen needs the most right now.
"O- okay," Jared whispers before he kisses Jensen fiercely.
"D'you have any lube?" Jensen asks. It's been a while since he's bottomed for anybody and he's not doing this without lube. Especially not with a big guy like Jared.
Jared blushes a little and then shakes his head. Jensen wants to die. He's horny as fuck and he needs to have Jared buried balls-deep inside him like ever since the moment he first saw Jared but now there's no lube. Jensen has some in his suitcase, however, as things go, they're in Jared's room and ruining the mood by rushing into the other room naked is, yeah, something he's not keen on.
"I have some in my room, but I sure ain't going over," Jensen says more to himself.
But then Jared asks, "Why d'you have lube with you?" He looks genuinely confused once more.
"Uh," Jensen says, "Can we maybe not talk about why I have lube in my bag until we've fucked enough times so that I'll tell you in great, dirty detail how I jerk off?"
Jared looks puzzled for another minute or so but then he breaks out into one of the biggest grins Jensen has ever seen. Jared bends over and kisses Jensen on the lips – not before Jensen thinks he hears Jared whisper "kinky bitch" – and then Jared's practically forcing his tongue inside Jensen's mouth. Not that Jensen minds much. The only bad thing about this is how it reminds Jensen of his painfully hard erection.
"Wait," Jensen moans, shoving Jared off him a little. "D'you have any lotion? Body lotion, hand lotion? Anything like that?"
Jared grins at him again and then all but jumps off the bed, diving for his bag. He retrieves a tube of hand lotion and when Jensen asks him for a condom, he luckily has one of those. Back on the bed, Jensen tells Jared to wait until he's ready.
He won't let Jared touch him, but he makes sure to put on a good show for Jared as he thoroughly prepares himself. Since it's been a while, Jensen takes his time as he fingers himself open, closing his eyes at the warm sensation that spreads through his body as he stretches and stimulates himself.
"Fuck, Jen. You look so hot," Jared whines then and damn, Jensen almost forgot about him. Removing his fingers, Jensen nods at him and signalizes that he's ready now. Quickly, Jared rolls down the condom; he's shaking slightly and then he spreads a generous amount of pseudo-lube on his cock.
"Lie back," Jensen orders softly but firmly while one of his hands pushes at Jared's chest.
Jared lies back willingly and only seconds later Jensen straddles his legs. He smiles at Jared as he sinks down on Jared's dick. There's this welcomed mix of pleasure and pain that sends tickling sparkles through his whole body. Once he slides down completely, Jensen gives himself a moment to adjust to the feeling of fullness. His eyes are squeezed shut but not because of pain, no, but because of pleasure.
When Jared asks with concern whether he's hurting Jensen, Jensen reassures him that he's not and then he lifts his hips and starts moving. It's slow, shallow thrusts at first as he's getting used to the feeling of Jared inside him, but soon Jensen's movements become faster and more passionate. Jared's hands fall onto Jensen's hips, just holding and stroking Jensen's hipbones.
As Jared moans something about coming again and being close, Jensen moves one of Jared's hands and places it on his dick. He uses it to stroke a few times up and down, showing Jared that he needs a little help jerking off. Jared seems to get the idea as he runs his hand over Jensen's cock with firm, divine pressure.
It only takes a few more thrusts until Jensen comes all over Jared's chest, Jared soon follows suit. They come with loud groans and all that's left afterward is that deep, fulfilling feeling of gratification.
Quickly, Jensen gets off of Jared, kisses him briefly on the mouth and then goes to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth. After they're through with that, they settle in bed, neither speaking for a while. Jared's caresses Jensen's naked back, drawing invisible patterns, while Jensen dozes in Jared's arms.
"Hey," Jared says, nudging Jensen with his nose.
"What?" Jensen murmurs-half-moans.
"What about my foot massage? You didn't keep your promise." Jared states with clear amusement in his voice.
"Hm, I tend to think that what you got was at least one hundred times better," Jensen laughs lightly, craning his neck so that he can kiss Jared's jaw.
"Yeah, I guess. We can do that tomorrow."
"What? Lie in bed all day and give each other massages? Count me in," Jensen laughs again.
"Pervert!" Jared exclaims, pretending to be offended. "Don't reduce me to an object of sexual gratification."
Jensen simply snorts at that and kisses Jared again. Then he whispers seductively, "We'll see about that tomorrow. You'll get your massage."
The next day, Jensen wakes up to Jared kissing his throat and sliding a big palm over his chest. He's surprised, definitely pleasantly so, that Jared's still in bed with him this morning and not already sitting in the chair, waiting for Jensen to wake up so that he can shoo him out of bed and rush him through the city.
"Hm, morning," Jensen mumbles lazily.
Jared doesn't answer and only really gets into kissing and licking and biting. The kisses become more heated and more passionate, caresses turn to scraping of nails and sooner than Jensen knows, Jared has his cock in his mouth, saying that he needs to practice this sucking dick thing to get really good at it. Jensen's happy to be Jared's guinea pig.
The day is spent in bed, having sex, sleeping, having more sex and sleeping again. Jensen knows that it sounds like a lame excuse, but three days of heavy sightseeing and doing most of that by foot too, has worn him out. This is definitely something Jensen didn't take into account when he made their itinerary.
They leave the room eventually in the evening to go out for dinner. But once they return, they're back in bed immediately. They talk about random things, about the things they've already seen and how to spend the remaining days.
Something in Jared seems to have clicked, something Jensen doesn't dare ask further about. All of a sudden, Jared doesn't to object staying in anymore. They agree that they should see a few things that are considered the must-see sights in Rome, and maybe spend one or two days at the beach, but apart from that, Jared says that he's happy to stay in.
And that's exactly how the remaining two weeks of their vacation is spent.
They drive to Fregene for two days, a small town outside of Rome. Even though the town is small, Fregene is pulsing with life. And with small, Jensen doesn't mean what Americans consider small when they speak of a small American town, but actually a lot smaller. Through Flavia they find out that this is where all the locals go if they want to spend a day at the beach and that Ostia is run over by tourists, making Fregene some kind of insiders' tip.
The beach is incredibly awesome and the sand is soft. The water is a little brownish, not like you'd expect it to be in a tourism video, but it's warm, so who's Jensen to complain. He takes a few baths in the sea and lets Jared rub sunscreen onto his skin. So yeah, life is pretty sweet.
"Too bad this is not in the middle of the night," Jared says out of the blue.
"Huh?" Jensen says, lifting his sunglasses so that he can look at Jared.
"Well, 'cause if it were, I'd totally take you skinny dipping with additional making out," Jared grins teasingly now.
"Man," Jensen groans as he looks around, watching the huge amount of small, naked kids running across the beach, their agitated mothers running straight after them and calling out for Francesca, Alessandro or Andrea. Nope, skinny dipping's a no-go.
Jared only laughs again, kisses Jensen and then goes for a short nap. This is another pretty sweet thing about Jensen's life at the moment. No one knows them here and no one cares about them either. Jared and he could never kiss in public back home, well, they could but it would not be very advisable for their careers, unless they wanted to play the gay guy until the end of their lives.
The next days are spent back in the city, looking at a few more sights, not more than one or two each day.
They're sitting on the Spanish Steps, or Scalinata della Trinità dei Monti as it's actually called, watching the life of the Piazza di Spagna in front of them. The place is lively and vivid with tourists. Jared punches Jensen lightly on the arm and points him to the direction of an Italian guy only a few steps down. The guy's actually good-looking, maybe a little slimy, but definitely not unattractive. It's almost comical to watch as he's trying to chat up a bunch of girls. They're blonde with pale skin, so Jensen assumes that they're not locals. No matter how hard the guy tries, the girls just don't seem to take any interest in him and eventually he has to give up, immediately trying the next group of female tourists.
"Poor guy," Jensen snickers, "He can't even get laid."
Jared gives Jensen a leer grin before he whispers into Jensen's ear, "Not everyone can be as lucky as you, Mr. Ackles."
He runs a hand over the inside of Jensen's thigh and if Jensen wasn't already hard from the seductive tone in Jared's voice and all the innuendo, he'd be as soon as the tips of Jared's fingers trace over his crotch.
"You're evil," Jensen gasps at which Jared only laughs and says that he's still learning.
From the Spanish Steps, they start a little shopping tour, because you cannot go to Italy without spending a lot of money on Italian designer stuff you don't need. Luckily, the first stores already await them at the Piazza di Spagna and then continue in what is probably Rome's most famous and expensive shopping street: the Via dei Condotti.
There's every designer you could ever dream of, from Dolce & Gabbana to Prada, from Gucci to Armani. There's Bulgari, Cartier and Dior, Versace and Louis Vuitton. They take their time looking through the various stores, buying an item here and there. As Jensen pays for a designer handbag for his Momma, he has a brief panic attack, wondering how the hell he's supposed to carry all this stuff home without paying a huge sum of money for excess luggage.
Throughout the remainder of their stay, they also go to Santa Maria del Popolo at the Piazza del Popolo. Jared wants to see the church because he enjoyed Dan Brown's Angels and Demons so much and this is one of the places featured in the book that they haven't seen yet.
From Santa Maria del Popolo it's only a few steps to the Pincio at the edge of the gardens of Villa Borghese, a large, beautiful park, where you get another nice view over the city. During the remaining two weeks of their stay they also visit a few more museums that are famous for their art collections, among them the Musei Capitolini, the Galleria Doria Pamphilj and the Galleria Borghese.
They spend their time exploring more piazze and palazzi, walking through the city without exhausting themselves too much. Rome turns out to be full of churches and Jensen and Jared pick a few more that are considered must-see.
But next to those, there's also more time for some historic sites like the Terme di Caracalla, the Baths of Caracalla or the Villa Adriana, Hadrian's Villa in Tivoli, just out of town. Plus, there are probably a bunch of other sights that Jensen just can't remember now.
There's also this one tourist attraction of the other kind. Right around the corner, there's one of the city's most famous ice cream vendors. Jared eyes shine as they step inside Della Palma for the first time. More than 100 different flavors await them, from Mars or Bounty chocolate bars to various fruits and yogurts. Sure thing, Jensen's heard of white chocolate ice cream but Sachertorte or Mozartkugel – which turn out to be an Austrian cake or chocolate – ice cream seems pretty exotic to him. Of course, they come back more than once, trying as many flavors as possible.
What's far more important than ice cream and those tourist sites anyway is this little something that's developing between Jensen and Jared. Jensen doesn't think about this more than he has to and he doesn't want to put a name to it but maybe this is going not too badly after all.
Next to all the sightseeing, they spend more time with each other, alone. They sleep in together, they shower together, they have plenty of sex with each other, all in all, Jensen can't complain about his recent life.
Jared's sex drive is amazing, his eagerness to learn everything there's to learn about gay sex at times a little overwhelming. Yet, Jensen can never deny Jared anything when Jared asks him to try this and that.
They go through almost everything Jensen is comfortable with sexually. Jared takes in everything like the inquisitive student he is. If Jensen had to admit, he's having some of the most mind-blowing sex he's ever had in his life, just because of Jared's desire to be good at this.
There are more handjobs, there are more blowjobs, there is more anal sex. Jared is getting really good at giving blowjobs and when he asks Jensen to let him bottom for the first time, Jensen can't deny Jared anything.
There are a few things that Jensen learns himself. Besides what he already noticed earlier – that Jared likes having his balls fondled when receiving oral sex – Jensen finds out that Jared really, really likes rimming and that he's fond of fucking Jensen against the tiled wall of the shower stall while lifting Jensen off his feet as if Jensen were a lightweight. Jensen also learns that Jared's got a thing for Jensen nipping at the curve of his body where leg and torso meet, that little dip of Jared's hip.
Jared likes doing Jensen from behind, preferably if he can hold him down with his strong hands while he shoves inside him again and again. Jared also likes spooning Jensen when they're lying in bed, sleeping. With anybody else, Jensen would probably feel stupid being the little spoon, if you want to dive into weird metaphors, but he doesn't with Jared.
Throughout these two weeks, Jensen learns an awful lot about Jared, a few things he never ever dared imagine learn about him. He loves that he gets to know this totally different side of him, even more intimate than before.
Jensen doesn't mind opening up to Jared either. It feels like the right thing to do, to let Jared look deep into his soul and his true desires. During past relationships, Jensen always held some part of him back, kept it hidden somewhere deep inside and while his friends always claimed that this was one of the reasons none of his relationships ever worked before, that all of this was because he simply wouldn't trust his partner completely, Jensen just never had the confidence to change that.
Now with Jared, it comes naturally. They talk about past relationships and not that this is something they hadn't done before, but this time it's different. It's more intimate, it's yet more personal but still it seems easy to open up. Strangely enough though, they talk not once about what's between them.
Jensen's scared to address the matter and Jared himself doesn't mention it at all. Knowing that they agreed on friends with benefits, Jensen doesn't have the guts to bring up his crush on Jared. Or the fact that he wouldn't call it a crush anymore but that he's slowly falling in love with Jared.
It's the only thing that's hanging over them like a bad, dark cloud, threatening to strain the last few days they have in this beautiful city. As the end of their staythe vacation comes inevitably closer, Jensen's worries grow. But yet, he can't force himself to bring up the dreaded subject of what's going to happen between them once they're back in Canada.
Will this continue? Will this end? Will they become exclusive and actually be boyfriends? Or will Jared fight for Sandy or search himself someone completely new?
There are a million questions on Jensen's mind, and yet he doesn't dare ask a single one of them, the fear of rejection increasing with each day. With only two days left before they leave – they're flying straight back to Vancouver, no time to stop home in Texas – Jensen notices a shift between them.
Things are becoming a little too awkward for Jensen's liking. It's almost as if Jared is trying to avoid him. The dirty things that Jared whispered into Jensen's ears at the most random times to make him horny and to make him blush become more and more infrequent, so do the secretly, or not so secretly stolen kisses in public. Jared is quieter, no longer talking as nonstop as he has for the last two weeks. He also seems slightly uncomfortable around Jensen and it hurts Jensen to see Jared act like this around him.
Strangely, they're still having sex and it's still good, deep, passionate, almost animalistic sex. But afterward, there's this strange silence when neither knows what to say. Before, Jared would continue touching Jensen, stroking him as they share the post-coital bliss. But now, he turns on his side awkwardly, facing away from Jensen as if he hoped Jensen would just disappear.
Jensen knows that he should make Jared talk about what's up but he's getting more and more insecure about it, fearing now that the vacation will be over soon, now that their isolation from the world as they know it ends, that Jared is having second thoughts. Jensen fears that Jared is going to blame him for fucking up their friendship – in every sense of the word – as soon as Jensen even dares to address the whole awkward thing between them. And there's still the fear of rejection that becomes stronger and more unbearable with every passing moment.
It's the last evening before they leave. They're having sex. Jared is taking Jensen hard from behind, his strong, big hand holding Jensen down, pressing his chest to the sheets while Jensen holds his ass up. While Jared drives into him with hard force again and again, only short of hurting Jensen, Jensen realizes how fucked up this all is. There are tears pooling in the corners of Jensen's eyes and he's not entirely sure they come from the hard thrusts.
Judging from the way Jared fucks him and comparing it to the way he took him those last two weeks, there's clearly something wrong with Jared and while Jensen knows that he should talk to Jared about it, he just can't. Jared comes with a loud, guttural moan, Jensen coming shortly after.
When orgasm washes over Jensen, it's not as satisfying as it should be, not as much as it has been those last few weeks. Jensen collapses on the bed, Jared settling next to him. But once again, Jared turns his back to Jensen, not smiling at him like he should, not clinging to Jensen and being all over him, like Jensen wants him to.
Jensen makes a decision then. Silently, he gets up and starts collecting his clothes. He doesn't think it's a good idea to spend the night here, if things are so awkward between them and they'll only end up stealing each other's sleep.
Once Jensen's dressed, he leaves Jared's room and heads for his own. Jared doesn't hold him back, doesn't even look at him as Jensen closes the door on his way out. After the first night he spent in Jared's bed, he hasn't gone into his own room other than to fetch clean clothes and a few other things. Sleeping all by himself is weird and in the end, Jensen doesn't get any sleep at all anyway.
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