And then, there's a bearded fetus.

As promised, this one is the follow-up to "Breaking to You", which was poisontaster's birthday present.

Title: Looking for a Complication
Authors: nilchance and beanside
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JA/JDM/JP
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. Really. I mean it.




The sun had long since risen when Jensen padded through the half-remodeled house, freezing every time one of the dogs' snores broke off. It had been hard enough to slip out of the bed without Jared waking. If the dogs woke up, all bets were off.

Harley, Jensen had long ago realized, was incapable of not making noise. He barked to say hello, to let you know that he wanted out, that there was a squirrel he wanted, that Sadie had eaten his biscuit, you name it. He was a good dog, but maybe not the brightest crayon in the box.

Well, that kinda explains why you like him, doesn't it?

Rubbing the back of his neck, Jensen eased his way into the kitchen. Jeff's coffeepot had turned on automatically sometime during the night, and the downstairs smelled comfortably of caramel and chicory. Moving slowly, Jensen took a mug off its hook and poured himself a cup. Harley's paw twitched in his sleep, and he grumbled into Sadie's side until Sadie nudged her muzzle into his belly.

Jensen's apartment was always quiet unless he left the TV on. He made his own coffee, usually cup by cup. He couldn't even keep a goldfish alive.

What the hell was he doing here?

Jensen leaned his back against the counter, watching the stairs, and sipped the coffee. It was hot and steadying, quieting the echoes of last night's wine. His body ached pleasantly. Well-used and a little sore, warm and satisfied.

He ought to have stayed in bed. He should go home. Instead he was here, propping up the counter and staring at the stairwell like it held the secrets of the universe. Which was appropriate, because he was obviously out of his mind.

The sun slanted into the kitchen, and Jensen pushed off from the counter, heading deeper into the house. Jeff had mentioned a basement rec room, right? Maybe there were books, or something.

He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't the warm, comfortable space that greeted him. The bar in the corner was stocked, a small refrigerator purring underneath. Next to it, the pool table waited for someone to come play. The other wall was dominated by a television, Jared's playstation set up underneath. An overstuffed leather couch was positioned in front of the game, wires snaking across the floor to its cushions.

The far wall was still being painted, drop cloths and tightly closed buckets laying in the corner. It was...cozy somehow. And so far beyond him, it made Jensen's head spin. This was insane. Jeff was domestic, and Jared fit into it, and Jensen so didn't that it was like matter and anti-matter. For Christ's sake, he didn't even sit at the dinner table when he was a kid. He had his apartment, he liked not settling and not having to furnish the damned thing, he liked surviving off takeout and microwave dinners, and this-

When had home furnishings started scaring him, anyway?

Scrubbing his face with one hand, Jensen sat on the edge of the couch and stared at the painted wall. The old color was as disgusting as Jared had said, a weird off-green that would offend God, man and nature. It was the Cthulu of colors.

The shirt he'd stolen off Jeff's bedroom floor was already spattered with paint. Jensen looked at it, then at the paint trays and rollers sitting on the dropcloth.

What the hell. It was something to do, something to distract him and to keep him out of the way once Jeff and Jared got up. It'd bring him closer to balancing the scales.

Yeah, right. Jeff and Jared had kept him from losing his mind. They'd fed him, hidden him, and boozed him up. They'd let him slide in their bed for the night, given him a taste of what they had. He owed them more than a little paint slapped on the wall.

But it was a start.

He'd just about finished painting the back wall when a warm hand curled around his hip. Jensen started, nearly dropping the roller.

"Ssh, settle down. Don't want to wake the babies," Jeff purred, bending a little to nuzzle at Jensen's neck. "It can get damned hard to have a moment when they're running in circles doing the potty dance at you."

Jensen turned to face him, throat tightening as his eyes landed on a small bruise at Jeff's throat that he remembered putting there. Jeff was shirtless, all lean muscle and tanned skin. "Is that what we're doing? Having a moment?" he teased.

"Could be," Jeff murmured, stepping closer, invading Jensen's space. "Kinda depends on whether you're going to go through with that freak out I see brewing."

Jensen sighed. "Jeff, I don't do this. I'm not domestic. I can't--"

"Can't what?" Jeff asked.

"I can't be like Jared."

"Don't remember asking you to." Jeff's fingers coasted back along Jensen's hip, following it back to the curve of his spine. Jensen couldn't quite squash a traitorous shiver. Jeff smiled. "I already have a Jared, anyway."

"You're collecting?" It came out more breathless than smartass. "Jeff-"

"Yeah." Jeff seemed to consider saying something else, but stopped short. His attention meandered down Jensen's body. "You're wearing my shirt."

"Sorry. I'll get you a new one from," Jensen squinted at the faded design, "Master Bait and Tackle? Nice."

"I think I like this one just fine." Jeff eased Jensen around, steering him backwards and away from the newly painted wall. "I like you wearing my stuff. Makes me want to throw you over my shoulder and drag you back to the cave."

Jensen felt the back of his thigh bump into the pool table. He steadied himself on the rim, the smooth wood cool under his hot palms, and managed a smile. "If you club me, Morgan, it's on. And who says I'm not dragging you?"

"That's cool, too. I'm an equal opportunity caveman. Progressive. I can grunt Plato." Jeff leaned into him, his thighs pressing against Jensen's in a hot line, and bent his face to Jensen's throat. He breathed in, slow, close enough that Jensen felt his mouth curve. "I can smell Jared on you."

That shouldn't have made Jensen arch against Jeff like a dog in heat, but it did, the words settling at the base of his spine with a liquid heat. "Jeff-"

"Mm?" Stubble brushed Jensen's throat, and he arched again. Jesus, Jeff should be illegal. That was way too much sex appeal for one person to possess. Then teeth grazed his throat, a wet tongue tracing along Jensen's jugular, and he stopped thinking, hands clutching at Jeff's waist.

Jeff didn't seem to mind, fingers teasing down the length of Jensen's spine, purring against his jaw. "God, you taste good, boy," Jeff growled. "I could just eat you."

With a groan, Jensen leaned his head back to give Jeff better access to his throat. He wanted the sting of another bite, wanted marks, wanted... "Think I'd let you?"

Jeff made an amused sound, nuzzling with a little burn of stubble that seared down Jensen's spine. "I think you would," he murmured. "I think if I treat you right, you'd let me do whatever I want."

Jensen scoffed, or meant to. The sound locked in his throat as Jeff nipped the hollow above his collarbone, stingingly hard. He gripped Jeff's hips, kneading at the small of his back and trying to drag their bodies together. His nails dragged along the smooth, warm skin of Jeff's spine; he could feel the easy strength there, the slide of lean muscle under his fingertips.

Jeff rumbled, pleased, and bit him again.

Jensen heard a low moan and realized that it was his own voice. Jeff was still purring, warm hands sliding up along Jensen's back, curling around his shoulders. "You'd just ride me to the floor, wouldn't you? Fuck me right here," Jeff growled.

"Yeah," Jensen whispered. "Want to touch you." The shirt had ridden up with Jeff's hands, skin meeting heated skin. Jensen swore he could feel every wiry hair, the brush of Jeff's taut nipples against his chest.

"Don't see anything stopping you." Jeff bit again, sucking hard at his collarbone until Jensen arched against him.

Jensen reached for the tie of Jeff's sleep pants, loosening it until he could slide his hand down inside. His fingers stroked Jeff's sharp hipbone, moving inwards until he could curl his hand around Jeff's hard cock, feel it thick and solid in his palm as Jeff shuddered. "I want to suck you," he murmured.

Jeff hissed softly, breath hot against Jensen's throat. He licked, a quick swipe of warmth along the aching place where he'd bit down. "Go on then, baby. I'm all yours."

Swallowing hard, Jensen pushed his free hand against Jeff's other hip, turning him, pressing Jeff against the pool table. He stroked Jeff lightly, just petting, feeling the slick kiss at the head of Jeff's cock. He smiled, letting his palm rub slow torment around the head, watching Jeff's face. And God, Jeff looked good like this, pupils blown and smile predatory, lower lip bruised where Jensen's stubble had rubbed him raw.

Slowly, holding Jeff's eyes, Jensen sank to his knees. Jeff made a bitten-off sound, fingers curling hard around the pool table's rim. When Jensen was resting on his knees, he eased Jeff's pants down and off.

Jensen could feel Jeff's eyes on him, and knew exactly what he'd see if he looked up: those dark hot eyes, the swipe of Jeff's tongue on his dry lips. Instead, he closed his eyes, cheek rubbing lightly against Jeff's cock, leaning in until he could press a kiss to Jeff's hip. His tongue laved the surprisingly soft skin, teeth scraping just right.

Jeff seemed to approve, arching into the touch, one hand coming off the pool table to stroke through Jensen's hair. It made Jensen pull back, flashing a wicked smile up at Jeff. "Afraid I'll forget what I'm doing?"

Jeff's unsteady laugh made something go tight and liquid low in Jensen's stomach. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."

"No," Jensen murmured. His voice went rough under the weight of Jeff's smile. "I've thought about this enough times."

"Mm. I like the sound of that." Jeff cupped the back of Jensen's head, carding his fingers through his hair. "Wish I'd known. When did you think about it, Jen? When I was backing you into the cabin wall?"

Jensen hummed, leaning in to curl his fingers around Jeff and bring him to his mouth. He licked once, dragging the flat of his tongue slow over the underside, pausing to taste the slickness at the head. "Yeah."

Jeff shuddered, head falling back. His nails scraped Jensen's scalp, a little tug at his hair. Jensen swallowed against a sharp sound that definitely wasn't a whimper, trying hard not to grind his hips against Jeff's calf. Jeff's answering smile showed teeth. "When you screwed those pretty little models of yours?"

Jesus. Jensen glanced up at Jeff from under his eyelashes, more startled than annoyed. Tipping his face back towards Jensen, Jeff touched Jensen's jaw with his thumb. His expression was level, unapologetic, and so far from easy it wasn't in the same damn zip code.

Jensen rubbed the base with his thumb and squeezed once, gently. Then he took Jeff in his mouth.

The breath jerked out of Jeff on a long, growling sigh. He petted Jensen's hair, lingering, feeling him out. "When you touched yourself? Because God, Jen, I was thinking the same damn thing. "

Hopefully no one would ever ask him to classify the noise that came out of his mouth, Jensen thought. It was something between a moan and a squeak. Not attractive. A thought hit him then, and he lifted his head. "You were with Jared."

Jeff's smile was gentle, almost tender. "Yeah."

Jensen leaned back, settling on his heels. "Not exactly fair," he said finally.

"He knew about it. Hell, we talked it over in the first week." Jeff shrugged. "Jen, this wasn't a spur of the minute thing. You've been in on this relationship for a long time. The question was always whether you'd be interested, not us."

For a second, the words didn't make sense in his mind. Then, it all slammed home. "You--wait, that doesn't make sense. You were-- you talked about--"

"Bringing you in?" Jeff held his eyes, not flinching. "Yes."

"As a sex thing."

Jeff's mouth quirked. "At first. You're gorgeous, funny, and you seemed like a decent guy. I sure as hell wouldn't have minded a one night stand. Then I spent the night holding the trashcan while you puked up tequila and wondered where you were gonna find another Joanna. I think I suggested the red light district."

Wincing, Jensen said, "Oh, yeah, I seduce everybody that way."

"Actually, you're a cute drunk." With a wry grin, Jeff scratched his jaw. "Very lovable. Speaking of, you okay with pot?"

"I hang out with Rosenbaum. Don't change the subject, Morgan. What do you mean, 'at first'? It's not a sex thing now? What the hell is it if it's not a sex thing."

Jeff shrugged. "Seems like that's your call, Jen."

"No. Dude. You-" Jensen fought for words to make sense out of this. "I-"

Jeff waited, expression patient, then prompted, "Is there a full sentence coming, or is it my turn now?"

"You didn't even know I was bi!"

"Nope. But on the post-Joanna binge, you said some things that... well, I wondered." Jeff shrugged. "I hoped. I watched. I felt like a damn stalker sometimes. It was kind of terrifying, how much I wanted to be right. How pissed I got that all these girls just wanted a notch in their bedpost when Jare or I would kill to- hell. Kiss you. Make you smile. Make you eat a sandwich and take a nap on our back porch."

Jensen stared at him, suddenly glad he was on the ground already. He felt skewed, like somebody had moved his center of gravity sideways and backwards without warning. His hands were still on Jeff's hips, and the warm skin under his palms was like the only solid ground. "Why?" he managed finally. "I don't get it."

"I know. You don't have to get it yet." Jeff rested his hand on Jensen's cheek, rubbing with his thumb. "This goes as far as you want it to. Okay?"

And what if I want everything? Jensen thought. He didn't say it. Barely dared to think it. Instead, he leaned forward again, forcing a smile. "Okay."

That was all the warning Jeff got before Jensen opened his mouth, swallowing him down with one easy motion. Closing his eyes, Jensen let himself get lost in the feel of Jeff, hard and thick on his tongue. The musky dark scent that was all Jeff. Time seemed to blur, stretching as he sucked, tongue working. The world could stop turning, and he'd have been happy.

After what felt like forever, like only seconds, Jeff made a hitching noise and tugged at Jensen's hair. "I'm gonna-"

Jensen pulled back a little, mouthing the head, tongue pressing underneath just right.

A big hand slid over Jensen's shoulders, teeth biting at the back of his neck. "Don't swallow," Jared purred. "Want you to fuck me, use Jeff's come to lube me up, get me nice and slick."

Jeff growled, hips jerking harder as Jensen purred. Jeff tasted just how he'd imagined. Bitter and salty and right.

Then Jared was there, pulling him up. His hands were everywhere at once, stroking his cock, roaming over his back. Jared flashed a quick grin at Jeff, who was still clutching the pool table, watching them with a slightly dazed look in his eyes. "We needed to christen this anyway, right?"

Jeff grinned back, and Jared settled himself onto the table, laying back, legs falling open.

Spitting Jeff's come into the palm of his hand, Jensen laughed unsteadily. "Jesus, Jare. You look like such a total slut."

Jared smiled slow and dark, big hands stroking his own body, pinching a nipple, sliding lower to cup his cock. "Yup. That's me. Now c'mere and take advantage."

Climbing on the pool table felt awkward to Jensen, but judging from Jared's expression, it looked okay. Jensen knelt between Jared's knees, setting his free hand on Jared's belly and rubbing slow circles. He met Jared's eyes, and something quick and silent passed between them.

Jared leaned his head back on the table and laid his hand over Jensen's. Then he shifted, bending his knees up, giving Jensen access. Making himself vulnerable.

Just sex. Jensen could do sex.

Rubbing the come in between his fingertips, Jensen eased his hand between Jared's thighs and slid a light touch across Jared's entrance. The skin there was hot. Jared made a sweet, low noise and closed his eyes. "C'mon," he breathed, "c'mon, c'mon, Jen, touch me. Fuck me."

If there was one thing Jensen could do, it was take direction. He teased little circles around the puckered skin, dipping his fingertip in just enough to make Jared shudder. This was heaven, he thought idly. Having Jared all spread out and wanton, just for him. And for Jeff, who was leaning against the back of the couch, watching.

Jared moaned as he slid a finger all the way in, twisting and curling it just right. "God, you're tight, Jare. Gonna fuck you so good," Jensen purred. "Been wanting this, waiting to see you like this."

Jared laughed. "Like what? Spread on a pool table?"

"Mine," Jensen said. He could have kicked himself the moment the words were out. Jared didn't seem to mind, arching and trying to fuck himself on Jensen's finger. But Jeff's little smirk and heavy-lidded stare said that he hadn't missed Jensen's slip.

Avoiding Jeff's eyes, Jensen cleared his throat and nudged a second fingertip against Jared. He didn't press inside, but Jared made a throaty sound and rubbed hungrily against him. "Feel so fucking good, Jen, God. More."

Jensen's mouth felt dry. He swallowed, letting his other hand pet Jared's thigh where the muscles were coiling tight, soothing while he slipped the second finger inside. Jared wasn't slick enough, the friction had to burn, but Jared only growled and grabbed at Jensen's hip.

"That all right?" Jensen murmured, crooking his fingers up to press and rub.

Jared groaned, his throat stretching long as he rocked into Jensen's hand. There was a flush rising under his tan, his messy hair clinging to his face as he bit his lip and rode it out. "'S good," Jared slurred, "fuck, so good. Want your cock inside me."

Jensen nodded, slicking Jeff's come over his cock, mingling with his own precome. It was nowhere near slick enough. "Jared-"

"Fuck me," Jared growled. "Now. I want to feel it, want to feel that big cock of yours fuck my ass."

Jeff snorted softly. "Did I mention that he's a bossy bitch?"

Jared threw him a smirk, then tossed his head back, throat working as Jensen pressed in slowly. "God, big," he gasped. "Burns."

"Too much-" Jensen began, trying like hell to stop while his body screamed for more. He was in deep enough to want more, to feel the marrow-deep need to slide home. But it was Jared trusting him like this, trusting his control. Couldn't hurt him. Breath hitching, Jensen shifted to pull back.

"Don't you dare," Jared purred, one of those long damn legs coming up to hook around the small of Jensen's back, holding him still. "Don't stop. Wait one second, just wait, I'm..."

Jensen could feel the fine tremor rising in his spine, spilling down his arms. He nodded jerkily and held his breath, trying not to dig his nails into the felt.

Something happened, a subtle shift in the way Jared was sprawled, in the angle of Jensen's hips. Jared groaned, a throaty appreciative noise; Jensen felt his breath leave him in a quiet shudder. "Yeah," Jared murmured feverishly, "yeah, Jen, deeper."

Biting his lip, Jensen nodded and gave it to him. He tried to stay slow, even while Jared gasped and panted and wrapped Jensen up in his long damn arms. It wasn't easy, with Jared's body opening up to him like this was simple gravity. Jensen felt his heartbeat in his ears, and the throb of Jared's pulse around him. The creak of leather made him glance up, and he saw Jeff watching them together. Jeff's smile was intimate and terrifying, a warmth behind it that Jensen didn't understand.

I'll take care of him for you, Jensen thought, holding Jeff's eyes because he couldn't stop. It's okay. I know.

Resting his chin on his folded arms, Jeff nodded at him. It was an answer, but Jensen wasn't sure he even knew the question.

Then Jared's legs tightened around him, his big hands pressing on Jensen's shoulders and trying to drag him in, and Jensen had to look at him. Had to see Jared's face, the dark wide pupils and the feral grin, the messy hair in his eyes, as he slid so deep their hips pressed together. Jared groaned, his eyes closing as his nails scraped Jensen's back.

Tight heat clung to Jensen, swallowed him up, so perfect he was dizzy. Jensen let his forehead rest on Jared's shoulder. His hands trembled as he shifted, bracing himself on his elbows and sliding his arms under Jared's until they were completely tangled up in each other.

"God, yeah," Jared murmured. "So good, Jen. Knew you would be, knew it would feel like this."

Jensen rocked his hips, little shallow movements, slow and easy, testing. Jared tightened around him deliberately, lips curling in a smirk when Jensen hissed, driving a little harder.

"That's it, Jensen," Jeff purred. "He likes it hard, likes it to burn."

With a little laugh, Jensen glanced over and stilled, hips jerking. Jeff was leaning on the couch, idly touching himself, eyes fixed on them, hot and dark. "Jesus, Jeff."

"What? You have no idea how many times I've played this out in my head, watching you two together like this," Jeff growled. "So fucking hot, perfect together."

A sharp tug at his hair drew Jensen's attention back to Jared. "Fuck me, dammit," Jared growled. "Or so help me, you're going to be on your back-"

Without letting Jared finish, Jensen rocked his hips back, using all his muscle to slam back in, driving hard enough that Jared slid up on the table. "Something like that?" Jensen asked, repeating the motion. "Is that what you want, Jare?"

"Yesssss," Jared hissed, legs coming up to lock around Jensen's hips, pulling him tighter. His heels dug into the small of Jensen's back as he arched up, trying to fuck himself, taking the next thrust deeper. Jared groaned, nails scraping along Jensen's shoulders.

Distantly, Jensen felt the coil of pleasure rise along his spine. He pushed it away, focusing on the noises Jared made as he fucked him hard and deep, using every muscle to make Jared burn. He could feel Jared's cock rubbing slick crazy patterns between their stomachs, and hear the constant murmur of filth from Jeff's corner of the room: that's right, he's gonna make you take it. You like screwing that tight ass, Jen? So good, boys, god. Just like that.

Jared was getting close, arching and whimpering, words sliding into incoherent syllables. Without slowing down, hips slamming into Jared's, Jensen reached between them awkwardly and rubbed his fingertips over the slick head. Jared bit off a sharp noise, and Jensen felt warmth spill over his fingers. He pushed back on his elbows to watch Jared's face, the look in his eyes as desperation gave way to pleasure.

God, he wanted this. He wanted to feel it all the time, the slow way Jared relaxed under him, the hitching noises he made as Jensen's thrusts slowed and gentled. Jared laid his head back, throat stretched out long, and purred low in his throat. "God," he breathed, "you feel good in me."

Jensen felt himself twitch. The need to drive deep warred it out with the need to see Jared like this, sated and lazy. He wet his lips, swallowed, and pressed tentatively into Jared again.

"C'mon, Jen. Come in me," Jared purred. "Want you to come in my ass."

"Yeah," Jensen managed. He wanted that, too. Wanted... everything. His pace sped up a little, the pleasure tightening his spine. A creak of leather caught his attention a second before Jeff's rough fingers ghosted down his back. Jensen's breath caught loudly in his throat, his back bowing into Jeff's touch.

Jeff stroked him like a cat, from his nape to the dip of his ass. His thumb traced lower, down and between. Jensen barely recognized the noise he made, his hips jerking hard into Jared.

"Shh," Jeff murmured, barely tracing a finger down to touch, to rub and to slide just inside.

Jensen choked back a whimper, pressing his forehead to Jared's shoulder, trying to hide his face. He was burning up, pleasure coiling tight past where he should've already come. He couldn't control the sounds he was making, the way he was moving, couldn't stop.

"That's right, baby, so gorgeous like this. All wild and so close," Jeff said. He leaned closer, lips brushing Jensen's shoulder. "Come for us."

With a harsh noise that was somewhere between a scream and a growl, Jensen surrendered to the pleasure, driving into Jared one last time, shuddering. Jared's big hands framed his face, holding his head up, watching as the orgasm washed through Jensen, watching him come apart.

Jensen closed his eyes, but he was still drowning in the noises Jared made, the steady sweep of Jeff's hand down his spine. He was shivering like hell, held together between them.

Reality bled back in with the smell of fresh paint, the sting of the felt rubbing Jensen's knees raw. He exhaled, resting his cheek against Jared's hand.

He started to squirm back, only to be held fast by Jared's gorilla arms around his shoulders. "Jare-"

"Shh. Relax, Jen. It's okay."

"I know that!" Jensen protested. "Wait, what are you talking about?"

Jeff snorted, then coughed into his fist to hide it. His other hand stayed where it was, flat and steady on Jensen's back, radiating heat.

Jared gave him a look, then tugged Jensen down. It was awkward, both of them trying to steer, but Jensen ended up tucked against Jared, his head on Jared's chest. He was close enough that Jared's voice rumbled through him when Jared repeated, "It's okay, man. Seriously. Stay."

"On the pool table?"

Jeff cough/laughed again, and Jensen pulled his head up enough to shoot him a dirty look.

"With us," Jared clarified. "Stay with us."

"For what? The weekend? The week?" Jensen heard his voice go higher, nervous. He cleared his throat. "I told you, I'll stick around until Monday. You don't have to worry-"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Jared's hand cupped the back of his neck, rubbing at him a little. "Though hell, if you wanted to stay here until we head back to Vancouver, it'd be good. You can get all tan and lazy by the pool. We'll play Silent Hill and I'll wake you up with blowjobs."

Some days, Jensen swore Jared could read his mind. Others, he wondered if they even spoke the same language. He shook his head, sleepy and hungry now, more than slightly dizzy. "You're generous with Jeff's house."

"It's his, too," Jeff said simply.

The words, simple and quiet shouldn't have made him feel so cold. His. Theirs. This was insane. No one did shit like this. No one.

"Ah, there's the freak out I was expecting," Jeff murmured, hand stroking down Jensen's back. "I want you to stay, too. With us. There's still three weeks until you have to head back. Stay. Let us take care of you."

Jensen's stomach seemed to wrench about three feet sideways. He swallowed, choking on the urge to snap that he didn't need taking care of, that they ought to take care of their damned selves for once. It wasn't a threat; it shouldn't have felt terrifying, like he needed to pull free and get more air. All he could taste was Jeff, all he could feel was the two of them.

Three weeks. God, he wanted it. Which was, Jensen rationalized, the best reason to say no. It would be too hard. Too hard to walk away. It was going to suck as it was. If he got in any deeper, he'd never want to leave. It made no sense. None. And if it was anyone else, he'd tell them they were stupid.

But it was Jared, who he'd been half in love with for the better part of a year, and Jeff, who made the whole set feel warmer just with a smile. He was so fucked. So utterly fucked already, before this even started.

"Easy on the deep thoughts," Jeff said gently. "I can smell the smoke. Dude, you don't have to decide right now."

Raising his head, Jensen looked between them. "So what the hell is this, then?" he asked. "Why are you two asking me-"

"Letting you know where we stand." Jared thumbed the line of Jensen's throat and urged his head around, leaning up to kiss him. It was chaste, almost sweet. "Because you ought to know."

"We're not trying to fuck with your head, Jen. So there it is, on the table. We want you with us, as long as you're willing," Jeff rumbled, stroking Jensen's back, petting him like a spooked cat. "The rest is up to you. No pressure, just enjoying ourselves for as long as it lasts."

Jensen nodded slowly. "Okay." He still felt like he was missing something, some fundamental piece that would help him make sense of all this. "Okay. We'll see how it goes."

The smile Jared gave him made him feel like he'd offered Jare something special. Like he was special.

"All right, then," Jeff said. With a last pet, he slid off the pool table. "C'mon upstairs. There's waffles in it for you. Maybe some weed, too."

Blowing out a breath, Jared grinned at Jensen like they were sharing a joke. "This is what you're signing on for, y'know. Hot breakfast, coffee and pot in the afternoon."

Forcing an answering smile, Jensen slid back, crawling off the table. He could do this. Hang out for a few days, relax, have some good sex. Come Monday or Tuesday, he'd leave, and head to a hotel until it was time to go back to Vancouver.

The thought made his stomach hurt.

***

If the calendar wasn't lying, it was Thursday. And Jensen was still at Jeff's house, watching cheestastic movies on the widescreen. Somehow or another, he'd ended up between Jeff's legs, using the older man as a lounge chair, with both of their legs sitting on Jared's lap. Add the dogs, sprawled in various positions on the floor and the couch, and it was downright cozy.

The movies weren't really the point. If Jensen looked, he'd probably find Jeff and Jared looking as zoned out as he felt, wrapped up in body heat and sated from hours of swimming themselves to exhaustion. He'd slept more in the past few days than he had in years, but the steady rise and fall of Jeff's chest under his cheek was lulling. He breathed in Jeff's scent, his warmth, and tried to remember ever feeling this content.

Jared's fingers were looped around Jensen's ankle, Jeff's hand on his belly. Neither of them would let him check the TV over the weekend. By Monday, he'd given up trying. He kept waking up and thinking, 'today is the day I should go', only to end up going to bed thinking, 'maybe tomorrow.'

The problem was that he really didn't want to go anywhere. He wanted more than ever to take them at their word, and stay. The thought of a cold, impersonal hotel after this was almost painful.

Jeff reached on the back of the couch and tugged down the brightly colored afghan onto Jensen, tucking them both into it, tossing the other end at Jared.

Jensen felt his eyes start to slide closed, felt his breathing slow down. "Don't fall asleep," Jared said. "This is the best part."

With a chuckle, Jeff rubbed his cheek against Jensen's shoulder. "He always says that."

"Whatever. Sigourney Weaver is hot as hell." Jared twitched the throw to cover their feet, miming a bite at Jeff's ankle. "C'mon, Jen, there's popcorn in it for you."

"'M awake," Jensen murmured. His voice was sleep-rough despite himself. "Jiffy Pop?"

"Yeah, dude, Jiffy Pop."

Jensen hummed and closed his eyes, listening for his cue to pay attention again. Jared wasn't particularly quiet about his enthusiasm. He felt boneless, rocked by the rhythm of Jeff's breathing, held together by the warmth of Jeff's hand rubbing circles on his belly. When Jeff kissed the place behind his ear, he managed a drowsy, "hm?"

Jeff bumped his head against Jensen again, affectionate as a big satisfied cat. "Shh. Kinda like you like this, sweetheart. All warm and sweet."

"'m not sweet," Jensen muttered. "I'm an asshole. Just ask anyone on the fan boards."

Jeff chuckled, kissing his neck again. "I'm sure. You need anything from the store? I'm going to make a run tomorrow, when I head to the studio to go over something or another with Shonda."

"Hm?" Jensen fought to bring his brain online. Jeff was going out. To the store. He could drop Jensen off somewhere.

Ignoring the stab of pain it caused him, Jensen nodded. "Could you drop me at my place? I need to pack shit up."

The hand on his stomach stilled. "Oh. Um. Yeah. If that's what you want," Jeff said softly.

"Yeah. I should."

The world shifted for a moment as his feet were lifted, then set back on the couch. Jiffy pop, Jensen thought, smiling as Jared skirted the dogs. Then, he turned the wrong way, heading down the hallway. Footsteps thudded up the stairs, and he heard the door open to the small gym that Jeff kept.

"The hell?"

Jeff shrugged a little. "Don't worry about it. I think he was hoping you'd stay longer."

"Jeff...this has been great. But I've gotta face real life eventually."

"Yeah. I know," Jeff murmured. "Kinda knew we weren't going to get to keep you."

Jensen swallowed hard, closing his eyes against the stab of longing in his stomach. He wouldn't do this. It wasn't fair to anyone. Tomorrow, it was back to reality, and that was that.