Who: Jared & Ty Where: Marina - Juniper When: Noon, mid May Warning: Turns NSFW
Being back in Point Pleasant felt like a fantasy that was too good to be real but the persistent fear that he'd wake up alone was fading because Jared had woken up with Ty right next to him a few times now. It had only been one night but they'd slept pretty strangely, napping early in the evening, sleeping through most of the night, then snoozing that morning after some more groping and kissing. Jared couldn't keep his hands off Ty and crazy as it was, he was happy he kept the door open when he went to the bathroom, as if closing it might somehow break a spell. It was probably trauma on Ty's part - not wanting to be alone - but Jared didn't think about it too hard. Maybe his own reasons were trauma based too, at the very least they were based on grief.
They missed breakfast because they couldn't bring themselves to leave the room yet so by noon they headed out and got some food at the marina. The booth was nice and private and it wasn't very busy in there so Jared didn't feel too rushed or uncomfortable. Ty was finishing up his meal and Jared was all done, watching him as he wiped his mouth with complimentary napkins. They'd opted for a more upscale place than Moxie's today, it just felt right. "You know," Jared started, just a touch hesitantly. "I'm torn between wanting to not talk about a god damn thing that's more serious than deciding which store to buy lube at-" he grinned because that was very much the plan for going back to Juniper. "-And deciding a whole lot of shit right here, right now. Just let me know if you're not ready but... Have you thought at all about what you want to do now?"
It felt so strange to Ty to be out. He hadn’t ventured far from his mother’s house in the time between his return and Jared showing up at the door. Being out amongst normal people doing normal shit with their day just felt surreal. It would’ve been more uncomfortable if Jared hadn’t been with him, of course, so Ty was grateful for his company. He kept expecting someone to recognize him -- or both of them, really -- but if it had happened yet no one had said anything. Ty was good with that, he didn’t want to answer strangers’ questions anytime soon.
Jared’s questions though, those were a different story. Ty finished chewing his mouthful of food and washed it down with the tea he was drinking, his expression turning thoughtful. He wasn’t sure if Jared was asking about the future of their relationship, or whether they should stay in Point Pleasant, or his career, or some combination of things. Ty knew ‘I want to be with you’ wasn’t much of an answer, so he tried to come up with something more. “I don’t ... know anything for sure,” he said after a moment’s thought. “Except I want us to stay together, of course. So like ... I guess a lot of that depends on you.” Ty gave him a faint smile. “You said you missed the place, right? I mean, do you want to come back?”
"Yes," Jared said without hesitation. "That's why I'm asking. I want to be here and not have to really think about it but that's not realistic so... before I make any rash decisions, well, I figured I should talk it through with you." It was a fine line to tread and he knew it, not putting pressure on Ty while getting his own affairs in order which he couldn't put off for too long. Maybe he should have waited another day at least but he knew he'd need to get things sorted soon and it would weigh on him if he let it wait. "So here's what I want to do," he said just to give Ty a guideline instead of putting him on the spot. "And there's no obligation here, you can take your time. I want to get my job back, I doubt Grady's in any position to refuse the help even if he did want to. I want to get a house, something better than Seaview and I want... well, I want you to eventually move in there with me, whenever you want to." Now, he wanted it now but it felt saner to give Ty the option of waiting.
Ty was grateful that Jared had something resembling a plan, because he sure as fuck didn’t. He nodded slightly to the bit about Grady -- he’d lost two good deputies at once, so Ty was also sure that he needed the manpower. He would probably take Ty back with open arms too, but Ty didn’t feel ready for that. Things were already leaps and bounds better now that his relationship with Jared was settled, but the rest of his life still felt kind of shaky and unsure. He needed more time before he figured out what he wanted to do for work. He didn’t know if being a cop in this town would be good for him anymore. He gave a little huff at the last bit, giving Jared a bemused look. “Living with you again is like, top of the list of three things I’m completely sure about,” Ty told him. “So ... yeah, as soon as you can make it happen, that’s what I want. The rest of it ... I dunno. I’m not like, ready to jump back into work, I don’t even know if I wanna be a cop anymore.”
"Well let's work on the things you're sure about," Jared said with a content smile. "I've always wanted a cute stay-at-home boyfriend to pop a beer open for me when I'm off shift so that sounds like a good start to me." Okay so maybe that was new, but the sentiment was still there. He wanted Ty to take all the time he needed and Jared did not think he'd be ready for much of anything just yet so he'd be as supportive as humanly possible. "Do you want to stay here though?" It was a cautious question, one he was almost certain the answer was yes to and that in itself was probably crazy. But this was home and it really was up to Ty if he wanted them to start again in a new place.
The word ‘boyfriend’ sent a strange little feeling through Ty that was hard to identify. It was both a relief and didn’t feel right at the same time. Like the label didn’t really fit anymore. The answer to Jared’s question came to him easy, maybe a little too easy, and he nodded. “Yeah I think ... I need to stay here,” he murmured, his brow furrowing a little bit. “I mean, there’s my mom, too ...” He trailed off and wet his lips, shifting forward in his seat a bit to lean his forearms on the table. He reached for one of Jared’s hands and met his eyes. “We should get married, too,” he said quietly. “You should be my husband.”
Jared stared at him and he'd been doing so well at not being overly emotional today and Ty had cracked all those walls with just a few not so simple words. He hadn't exactly gotten down on his knees or presented a ring or anything but Jared suddenly understood why people got weepy when they were proposed to and he swallowed down the lump threatening to make a permanent residence in his throat at this point. "Now why'd you go ruin my future big surprise proposal, I was fixing to get a flash mob and everything." He gave Ty a watery little smile then nodded, squeezing his hand. Maybe it was too fast, too soon. Maybe Ty was too traumatized to be making any big decisions. It didn't feel like it though, it felt like they should be allowed to be happy in any way possible, caution be damned. Husband sounded right, it sounded much more right than stay-at-home boyfriend did that was for sure.
Ty hadn’t even really thought of it as a proposal, but he realized that was what it was. They’d discussed marriage in passing before, and he felt like they both thought it was inevitable, but it had always been one of those Down The Road things. Not a plan yet, just an idea. But after going through what he’d been through for the past four months, Ty didn’t think pushing anything further down the road made any goddamn sense. Life was too short and terrifying, and he knew what he wanted down to his bones. His own throat suddenly felt thick and he smiled faintly. “Sorry, you know me, always out-romancing you,” he murmured, shooting a meaningful glance around at the perfectly ordinary restaurant around them. He looked into Jared’s damp eyes again. “Feels right though, doesn’t it? All that time, all I wanted was you. I don’t wanna wait much longer, you know?”
"Yeah no, fuck that," Jared muttered and despite the tears that still threatened to come and that tightness in his throat, he now couldn't keep from smiling. "Let's not wait. How do you wanna do it, Mister Romance? I'll march you down to county first thing tomorrow if you want. We can elope. We can have a big ass ceremony and invite the whole family." That last one was tricky with Jared's family all in Texas and Ty's family... Well. "Your mama's gonna kill me," he tittered and rubbed at his eyes. "I'm lucky I'm twice her size and trained in defense." He needed something comical to focus on, otherwise he felt too overwhelmed, too happy.
He had to laugh a little too, and it felt really good. There was absolutely no hesitation in Jared’s voice and all kinds of emotion in his eyes, and that was better than any movie-style proposal acceptance Ty could imagine. Ty squeezed Jared’s fingers with one hand and swiped his other thumb under his eyes, leaking a bit himself. There was appeal in going down to the courthouse, just the two of them, but Ty also felt like some sort of family should witness their union. “I know like, legally we gotta do the paperwork here, state of residence and all that, but ... you gotta go back to Texas to get your stuff right? Maybe I can come with you, we can put together a little thing down there so your mama can come,” he suggested. “And if mine wants to support us, we can get her a ticket to fly down.”
"Really?" Jared asked quietly. He hadn't mentioned it at all but he'd been dreading going back to Texas to get his affairs in order, as if Ty might just disappear if he left him behind for more than a second. He'd considered asking him to come with him but it had felt too big somehow, especially once they were out and about and he could tell Ty was a little overwhelmed by it at first. He rested his hand against his face, partially pressing his knuckles against his mouth as he smiled, his heart feeling too full after feeling so empty for so long. "That's what we're doing," he decided. "Nothing big just... Come with me to Texas. Even if we don't throw any sort of a party down there, just... Yes, come with me."
Jared looked so happy it made Ty feel a bit giddy, like he’d accomplished something incredible. Hell, maybe he had. Both of them had. He knew not every relationship could’ve survived all this bullshit. They weren’t completely out of the woods yet, of course, he knew his mind wasn’t totally right as rain again so quickly, but Ty had zero doubts that they could get through it. “I mean, I think we deserve a little party at least,” he said, a grin growing across his face. He had been dreading Jared having to leave too, so this was just the perfect, clingy plan. Ty felt entitled to some clinginess. There was a part of him that wanted to get married somewhere else anyway, like doing in Point Pleasant might taint it somehow. Like the union would be more pure in Texas. “Maybe we can slowly road trip our way back,” he added. “See some sights, make it a honeymoon or something. Unless you’re tired of traveling.” Even though he ultimately wanted to come back, getting out of Point Pleasant for a while sounded divine to Ty.
"I love traveling with you," Jared told him firmly and while he might not love doing it alone, driving around with Ty was completely different. "I'll be happy anywhere as long as you're there with me." The only problem with having this conversation here was that he wanted to hug him now, just hold him for a long while as if he could beam all his love directly into him to let him know just how much he meant those words. It would be a bit awkward here, so he settled for squeezing Ty's hand for now. "This sounds like a plan," he said, his smile still firmly in place. "Is it crazy if I start making arrangements soon?"
“This whole thing is probably crazy, so why not?” Ty said with a laugh. What did he know about crazy anymore? He didn’t give a shit. All of this was going to upset his mother, even if she kept her mouth shut about it, but Ty didn’t give a shit about that either. He knew what he wanted, and that was to marry the hell out of Jared in a place where he’d only known happiness, then drive and fuck their way back home. Maybe everything would turn to shit when they came back to Point Pleasant, but at least they would have had that for themselves. Squeezing Jared’s hand back, Ty smiled brightly at him again. “C’mon, you ready? Let’s pay and get the hell out of here.” He was more than ready to do their errand and get back to Juniper to be alone again.
"Hell yes," Jared said with a laugh that was pure joy because none of this was actually funny. He gathered his things and wondered if he'd stop smiling anytime soon, his face practically ached with it. It settled down a little while they drove and shopped for necessities but he still found himself smiling a little when they got back to Juniper. Of course he had new reasons by then, they had everything they needed and they had all day to lounge around, talk, plan and make love. Jared knew where his priorities lay and as soon as they got to the room he pulled Ty in close to kiss him and hug him close.
They made quick work of stopping by the store, for which Ty was grateful. Besides just wanting to be alone with Jared, being around a bunch of people kind of made him edgy. It was easier at the restaurant and the store was tolerable enough, but he still felt relief when they pulled back in at Juniper. That relief was magnified by a million as their door shut behind them and Jared pulled him in. Ty dropped the bag he was holding and wrapped both arms around his man, some tension he’d hardly been aware of draining out of his back. As he kissed Jared softly, Ty pulled the hem of his shirt up to slip both hands under it to touch bare skin. He couldn’t get enough of that, like it was the most solid proof he was home -- Jared couldn’t be a dream because Ty could feel him. He knew that skin as well as his own, and loved it twice as much.
Jared was pretty finely tuned into Ty, both consciously and not, and he could feel that tension too, even if it was subtle. It felt good to feel Ty relax and he hummed contently into the kiss. He'd missed Ty so much but he'd also missed being touched in general, he was so addicted to that skin on skin feeling, to having hands roam his body and to touching another body himself. It truly felt like he was healing, just from being able to have this closeness again. "I like the sound of husband," he murmured against Ty's lips. "But I guess for now you're my fiancé. I feel like I should get you a ring." Any other time he would have been adamant about it but that meant going places and for now he'd much rather spend his time alone with Ty.
Ty huffed a soft laugh, keeping his mouth close to Jared’s as he smiled. “You gonna get me a big sparkly diamond, baby?” he murmured, hands sliding up Jared’s back under his shirt. He definitely felt the best so far when they were plastered together, like he was whole again. It was healing, in a way. The more good feelings he packed into himself, the less room there was for all the darkness that had made its home there for the past few months. Ty wanted to wash it all away with love. Ty gave a low hum and shrugged. “I don’t need a ring ... at least not until we pick out wedding bands,” he said more seriously. “We both said yes, that’s enough for me ... fiancé.” Ty grinned softly.
The mention of getting wedding bands just made it all feel more real and Jared felt giddy with it all, squeezing Ty again. "I love you so damn much," he murmured. "I just wanna marry you right now." There were other things he could do right now to show Ty just how he felt since marriage had to wait a little longer and he reached up to nudge Ty's jacket down to his arms, ducking in to kiss his neck. "Too many clothes," he complained as he nuzzled the warm skin there. "Please do something about that."
Ty could definitely relate to that feeling -- if they’d had someone there to officiate, he would’ve happily married Jared on the spot. He’d been feeling like a weight was lifting off of him ever since he’d seen Jared on his mom’s porch, and by now he felt light enough to drift away on a strong breeze. His man’s body pressing in against his and the lips on his neck were grounding, and Ty pressed his fingers firmly against the thick muscle of his back before he pulled his hands free to get his clothes off. Ty shed his jacket, the warmth growing in his core, then started to peel his shirt up, though he was reluctant to pull away from Jared to get it off.
Jared didn't wait for him to finish before he was removing his own jacket and shirt, laughing a little at how they still tried to touch each other even as they undressed. At least nothing got tangled and once their chests were bare at last he pulled Ty close again for a hungry kiss. He'd wanted this kind of commitment from Ty for a long time now and he had felt it from Ty too, that they wanted to move in together but didn't want to rush it, didn't want to be crazy about it. Ty was right, now was absolutely the time to be crazy, the world didn't hold a monopoly on crazy shit, their pain and fear had given them some sort of freedom.
All of the concerns that had kept compelling Ty to keep their relationship slow seemed petty and ridiculous now, in the light of everything that happened. Silly worries about how things might look to the outside world, the judgements other people might put on them, fears about bad things happening in a future that wasn’t even promised to them. Breaking up with Jared down the road was not nearly as scary as it used to be, that was for sure. He wanted to grab hold of every drop of happiness he could now, future consequences be damned. Ty kissed Jared back with feeling, his hands roaming over that broad bare torso, sides and back and up around to his chest. He nipped at Jared’s bottom lip before slipping his fingers down to start pulling his belt open.
It felt so good to be touched again, the only thing that rivaled it was getting to touch and Jared explored all of Ty that he could reach, scratching gently at the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair; which yes, he was still getting used to but he was definitely beginning to like it more and more. He let Ty get his pants open, then gently nudged him to steer him toward the bed, eager for both of them to get very naked and very comfortable. After only a couple of steps he thought better of it and stepped back to grab the bag, not wanting to have to leave Ty later to go find the lube.
Ty let himself be nudged, smiling reflexively. He was so ready for this, it was like the past twelve hours -- or however long it had been, he’d completely lost track already -- had been one long foreplay session with some naps thrown in. He backed up until the back of his legs hit the bed, then sat down, eyes on Jared picking up the bag. Ty supposed he could’ve tossed that on the bed, but getting his hands on Jared had seemed more important. While he waited to do that again, he undid his own belt and the top button, then let his hand drift down over the bulge growing in his jeans, just to rub a bit.
That made Jared pause, standing there for a moment with the bag in his hands as he simply stared because damn, what a vision. His lips slowly curled into a dopey smile and he shook off his stupor enough to find the lube in the bag before dropping it. "You are so fucking beautiful," he murmured as he stepped close again, bending down to stroke Ty's neck and chest as he kissed him again. "I just want to eat you up," he added in a low drawl, nipping on Ty's bottom lip. He was still getting used to the beard but that too he found he liked, the way it tickled and rubbed against his own - and Ty looked good with it even if some small part of him missed how he felt clean shaven. At this point he'd probably also miss the beard so he didn't need to think too hard about it.
Ty left one hand on his crotch, while the other lifted to drift over Jared’s side while their mouths met again. He wouldn’t know how to admit it out loud, but he’d missed hearing Jared call him ‘fucking beautiful.’ He did it every time, and now it felt like home to Ty in a way he couldn’t describe. He grinned faintly as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jared’s jeans and gave it a gentle tug. It wasn’t really to pull him anywhere, just to feel the resistance and all that warm skin against the backs of his fingers. “There’s a lotta me, hope you’re hungry,” he murmured. Ty’s cock shifted under his palm, and he gave himself a squeeze. “Lemme get these off you first though.”
"Starving," Jared whispered and it had so many layers this time around, after all this time of pining, of grieving, of wishful thinking. This was a wish come true and that didn't happen very often at all. He straightened up to let Ty get his jeans off and as beautiful as he thought Ty was it didn't hurt that Ty made him feel beautiful too as he stretched up in front of him, tall and broad. He was hard already, just from the kissing and seeing Ty touch himself hadn't exactly put a damper on things. "Then it's your turn," he told him as he idly turned the bottle of lube between his fingers and he intended on being the one to pull Ty's jeans off once he was naked.
Watching Jared straighten up like that made Ty’s insides give a sweet throb. He hadn’t exactly forgotten what it felt like to be under him, gazing up at his strong body with those bedroom eyes at the top of it all ... but there was nothing like viscerally feeling that moment. They were sensations he’d been sure he would never feel again, so they carried extra weight in his gut. He gazed up at Jared for a few heartbeats, then leaned in close to brush his lips against Jared’s stomach while he undid the fly of his jeans. Ty didn’t pull them down right away, pressing a few more slow kisses against his man’s skin, then dipped lower to nuzzle against the bulge under the denim. He pressed his lips against it, and slid one hand up to Jared’s chest just to feel the muscle there.
Jared was thankful for the fact they'd already fooled around a few times by now because if this had been their first encounter he was sure this would be an embarrassingly short tumble. He was savoring this feeling, watching Ty for a moment without interfering, without touching. He really felt his height and stature and while plenty of people made him feel desirable plenty of times, it didn't come close to how Ty made him feel; strong, protective, sexy, everything his man wanted him to be. It was enough to make him feel a bit heady and he finally moved to touch Ty again, tangling his fingers in his short hair as the air seemed to grow thicker.
Nobody that Ty had ever been with before had inspired this kind of worshipful lust in him. He’d felt like he was dying with desire in the past, like it might grow and grow until it consumed him. What he felt for Jared was on a different level. He felt a similar burn, but instead of a destructive force, it helped sustain him. It was expansive, spreading through his chest and core and lighting up everything that was good and loving and generous inside. He could’ve spent hours just kissing and licking every inch of his man’s body, but he knew neither of them had the patience for that right then. Later, maybe. Ty let out a soft sound as he felt Jared’s fingers in his hair again -- he thought he was starting to like having it too. He gave Jared’s nipple a soft tweak, then started to pull his jeans and underwear down with both sets of fingers. As soon as Ty got a glimpse of the head of Jared’s cock, he swiped his tongue against it.
Jared groaned softly, closing his eyes for a moment to just enjoy the sensation. He realized that he felt like rushing and he quieted that part of himself down because they had enough time and he most of all wanted to enjoy every moment with Ty with no set goal in mind. It was hard with the built up excitement about things they hadn't been able to do yet but damn it, he could be patient. He wiggled a bit to get his jeans to drop, glad he wasn't wearing anything overly tight, then stepped out of them. "Your turn," he murmured slowly, striving for that balance against the parts of him that still felt like rushing. It certainly wasn't that he didn't like standindg there over Ty with his mouth on him because fuck he loved that too, so he focused on that, gently kneading the back of Ty's neck.
Ty had their goal in mind too, and he didn’t intend to stay where he was for long, but he couldn’t have his face so close to Jared’s cock and not put his mouth on it, at least a little. The sound Jared made was completely worth the short delay. Ty helped get rid of the jeans, then sat up and aimed a dreamy little smile up at Jared as he leaned back on his elbows. He loved being undressed, and he knew Jared enjoyed doing the work for him. Not to mention, it gave him a fantastic view. They’d been wandering around the hotel room naked after that first undressing, and Ty had been looking at Jared at every opportunity, but a quick trip to the bathroom was different than seeing him in all his bare, aroused glory. It made Ty want to rub his trapped cock again, but he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long to be touched now. “You look so fucking good,” he murmured. “My fiancé.”
"Husband to be," Jared added and the words automatically made him smile again. He leaned over Ty to kiss his bare stomach before grabbing and loosening his jeans and pulling them off. He was often rough with Ty during sex and the way he jerked the jeans down at first reminded him of that but it didn't feel like the time for it now, not for the kinds of games they liked to play at least. He kissed his dark skin again, peeling his boxers down and letting his cock spring free. Much like Ty he couldn't resist licking it, not when it strained up to meet him, eager and proud and oh so tantalizing. "I like the sound of that," he murmured, brushing his lips against the tip of Ty's cock. "You can be my stay-at-home husband for a while."
He had genuinely thought he would never get married, so hearing the word ‘husband’ tossed around in the context of Them made Ty’s insides feel bubbly, like he was suddenly carbonated. That feeling was all mixed up with the lust that spiked as Jared yanked his jeans off. He did like the roughness, and he would roll along with it, but he really just wanted to feel Jared how he genuinely felt, with no pretenses. The soft touches against his cock gave him a shiver of pleasure, and he reached one hand down to run it through Jared’s hair. “Gonna prance around in a little apron, bring you a drink when you get home from work,” Ty murmured back, a little grin playing with his lips even as his breath got heavier. It sounded appealing at the moment, just being taken care of and not having to worry about anything more than chores and sucking his husband’s cock to welcome him home.
"You kid, but that actually sounds amazing," Jared murmured, purposefully not moving an inch from Ty's cock so he could feel his breath against the sensitive skin. "You'd look good in just an apron," he added, glancing up with a little grin. Money might be tight if they did that for too long but they'd make do, at least he wouldn't need to pay rent since he could actually afford to buy a decent apartment or a small house. Not that he wanted to think about logistics at this specific moment so he pushed those intrusive thoughts out of his mind and pulled back to get the jeans all the way off, then crawled up over Ty's body, kissing him everywhere he could reach as he went. "What color apron?" he asked, only half kidding. "I'm making a little film in my head."
It took a considerable amount of willpower not to squirm with Jared’s lips brushing against his cock. He felt achy already, his balls tingling with every kiss that Jared pressed into his skin. Ty hooked his legs loosely around Jared’s hips as he came up, more than happy to have him even closer. “Red,” he answered, a lazy smile crossing his face. He stroked his hands down Jared’s sides, lifting his head to press a kiss against his lips. “Silky, too.” It would be completely useless as an apron and would never lie flat, especially not if he was thinking about serving his husband when he came home, but that didn’t matter. Ty kissed him again, lingering in it this time, slowly rocking his hips upward so his cock rubbed against Jared’s skin.
The apron was never about functionality, housework didn't need doing in fantasies so it was purely for the aesthetic and Jared hummed in approval into the kiss. He dropped the bottle of lube now that he was more settled, taking his time just pressing down against Ty's body, reveling in the way he moved against him. He'd always loved kissing him, from that first kiss that intensified what he feared was just curiosity into full fledged feelings. He never stood a chance he thought with a hint of warm amusement as he shifted his weight and reached up to touch Ty's face, stroking his jaw and neck as they kissed.
Jared’s weight pressing down against him felt so fucking good and grounding in a way that didn’t have anything to do with his dick -- though the pressure against that was delightful too. He was still getting used to feeling Jared’s touch through a beard, but Ty found he liked the sensation, and how it felt now when their chins brushed together. He let himself get lost in the kissing for a while, his hands running along Jared’s back and down to his ass just to knead and caress. God, he’d missed feeling this ... small, in a way. He’d felt scared and vulnerable all the time Over There, but that was the bad kind of small. Here he was protected, cherished. Jared had him covered, both figuratively and literally. It soothed Ty in a way he didn’t have words for. Once the hot restlessness in his core started to get more demanding, he broke the kiss and brushed his nose against Jared’s. “Ready,” he whispered.
"Yeah?" Jared whispered back and his own sense of urgency had faded somewhat with the intimacy of their kiss and the way their bodies felt together. That was a good thing, he thought, well aware that Ty hadn't had sex in months, not this kind at least. They'd done plenty of other things by now but penetration was going to have to be slow at first. "Let's get up further on the bed," he said with a little smile since they were still near sitting on the edge. He moved just enough to give Ty space to scoot, stroking his thigh and hip loosely as he moved, not at all eager to stop touching him. He followed after him then, dipping down to kiss his stomach before he caught up, stretching out next to him, the bottle of lube back in his hand. "Think you're still gonna need some warming up, babe."
He hated biological realities sometimes. Ty just wanted to feel Jared slide into him, to watch his eyes as Jared filled him up until he was squirmy and whiny for more. His body had taken Jared’s fingers just fine several hours before, but his cock was obviously bigger. He was feeling gluttonous, impatient to have as much of his man as he possibly could. One step at a time, though. Ty moved when prompted, pushing himself back and arranging his legs to make room for Jared to lie down beside him. He didn’t say anything, just nuzzled his face into the crook of Jared’s neck while one hand brushed over his thick chest and down to lightly stroke and toy with his cock. Ty couldn’t get enough of touching him, and if he had to wait for more, he at least wanted that.
"C'mon," Jared murmured, pulling at him to urge him to move. "Straddle me for now." He didn't let up until Ty followed, rolling onto his back and pulling Ty with him, rubbing at his hips and thighs before popping the bottle open. "I just want to play with you for a while," he murmured huskily and he didn't really care if he spilled a little lube maneuvering the bottle in one hand to get his fingers slick, these weren't his sheets to worry about. He found it to be a good position, still stroking Ty's back and ass with one hand while his slick fingers found their target, rubbing gently before pressing inside. "I can't wait to fuck you," he murmured, then tittered. "But I also just wanna drag it out until we're both going crazy."
He settled with his knees in a good position and his weight on his elbows and Jared’s chest, his aching hardon nestled against Jared’s, caught between their bodies. Ty’s breath hitched when Jared’s fingertips found him and started pushing, and he tried to relax into it through his impatience. “Already there,” Ty whispered back a little raggedly. He felt needy and kind of vulnerable in this position, his back exposed to the room at large, no big Jared-barrier between him and all that space. Those thick fingers were wonderfully distracting though, gentle and firm at the same time, coaxing him into the state he needed to be in. Ty shut his eyes and pressed his forehead against Jared’s, his breathing getting slowly heavier. “Don’t tease me,” he murmured, a tiny whine in the words.
"I won't," Jared promised and he was already working his fingers inside, slowly fucking Ty with two of them, spreading him open. Ty had always managed to bring out a sadistic side to him that he had been somewhat oblivious to in the past but it felt different this time, not an urge to hurt but an urge to soothe as well as take him apart. He didn't feel the need to go slowly anymore, Ty's body was accepting him just fine and if Ty was already going crazy then why push him further? "Any preferences on position?" he asked instead and it felt important to give Ty that choice for their first time in so long. He'd thought to just roll them over when he was ready and take Ty like that but asking first felt right.
The warmup still felt necessary if Ty didn’t want any pain, and it was arousing to feel those thick fingers working his ass so expertly. Jared hadn’t forgotten anything about his body, it seemed like. Ty was feeling more and more pliable, like Jared was teasing submission out of him, like he could just give himself over to literally anything his man wanted to do to him, and it would feel amazing. The question took him out of that headspace a little, but he understood and appreciated why Jared was asking. For a second he didn’t know though, unable to decide if he wanted Jared right where they were, or to be underneath him again where he could physically relax and not have to do anything but hold his legs in the right spot. “Uh ...” he said stupidly, a soft grunt escaping him as Jared’s fingers gave another delicious plunge. “On my back.”
"That's the right answer," Jared murmured and he'd purposefully let himself forget this dynamic between them in bed when Ty was missing. They were so equal outside of sex and he had nothing but respect for Ty but during these moments when his arousal was running hot and thick, he always felt this urge to be the stronger one, to claim Ty and protect him, as if he was a lot softer and smaller than he really was. It was all coming back to him in a rush of emotion and he tilted his head to catch his lips in short, soft kisses, Ty's sped up breath against his lips only increasing his own need. He pulled his fingers out only to add a little more lube, but he didn't turn them over just yet, wanting to take a little longer to make sure Ty was as up for this physically as he was emotionally.
That reply had praise mixed in with it, and it made Ty’s insides squirm in a particularly hot way. Before he and Jared had gotten together, he hadn’t thought of himself as much of a submissive, but there was something about his big man and their dynamic that made it feel so natural when they were in bed together. That sense was even stronger now, carrying a relief with it that he didn’t have to think anymore, no worries or stress or survival tactics. He could just let go and be and feel -- good things, now -- and he needed that like he’d needed a shower when he first got back. Ty kissed him back, punctuated with soft sounds as Jared’s fingers started to draw real pleasure out of him.
They had switched roles of course, not often, but Jared occasionally did enjoy feeling that same near-powerless feeling, it just didn't come as naturally to him as this did. Right now it was compounded by his need to make Ty feel better, to protect him from his trauma, to be everything for him. His husband, the thought thrilled him all over again and he smiled into the little kisses, Ty's little moans making him feel heady in the best way. Eventually he stopped and this time he did roll them over, glad for the large bed allowing them to do without too much awkward shuffling around. "Ready for me?" he asked as he moved to nuzzle Ty's neck, slick fingers wrapping around Ty's cock for now. He'd still go slow but he was beyond ready to actually fuck Ty.
The motion of rolling made Ty feel a little dizzy, but it felt good, like he was falling into something soft. Jared’s breath and beard against his neck sent a little tremor down Ty’s body that made his cock flex in Jared’s grip. He readjusted his legs around Jared’s hips and used the leverage to push up against his hand. “Yes,” he whispered, his hands caressing the big thick muscles in Jared’s back. He felt too empty now that Jared’s fingers were gone, his body starving for something even more intimate. “Please,” he added, tucking his chin to get his lips on Jared’s again.
The 'please' sent a little thrill through Jared and he happily indulged him with a kiss, slowly grinding down against him as he fumbled for the bottle of lube again. At this point he wasn't even sure if he was using too much but better too much than too little, he didn't want to fuck this up. "God I missed you," he whispered again, not tiring of telling Ty exactly that and when he felt like he was ready too he cupped Ty's balls, giving them a little squeeze as he pressed his cock against his opening. Slow, he reminded himself and that just made it more tantalizing if anything, feeling Ty's body open up for him, squeezing him as he pressed in deeper. He felt like he couldn't breathe for a moment, staring down into Ty's eyes, dipping down for brief little kisses.
Ty briefly hated the necessity of lube again because it took so long, but that moment passed quickly enough. He shifted a tiny bit under Jared to find the best angle, and then that delicious pressure-pleasure really started. Ty’s lashes fluttered, but he managed to keep them open and he let out a low, soft noise, his fingers pressing more firmly into Jared’s back. He returned the kisses, but they were almost distracted while Jared slowly filled him with his cock. The stretch felt good, and even the inevitable ache from the depth hurt in a pleasurable way. Ty relaxed further into it, flashes of their first time running through his mind. “I missed you too,” he breathed back, gaze still locked with Jared’s. His breath hitched and he sighed out a moan when he felt their bodies come fully together.
As much as Jared had regretted not being cocky enough to bring lube that first day, this had been worth the wait. Everything was clicking into place, both emotionally and physically, and that look on Ty's face felt as good as the bodily sensations. He didn't move yet, just stayed still and let Ty get used to the feeling of fullness. He was thinking back on his own first time, it had been overwhelming and while Ty had a lot more experience than he did, he could only imagine it might feel that way for him too after all this time. "You feel so good," he whispered breathlessly, brushing his knuckle against Ty's jaw. "This okay?"
They were finally as close as they could physically get, and it was emotional for Ty. He hadn’t done much sexual fantasizing Over There, the survival instinct had smothered his libido, but some nights he’d desperately wanted this closeness. He was pressed underneath the man he loved again, impaled on his gorgeous cock with warm ripples of pleasure already running through him. Ty clung to Jared, the tender way he touched his face stirring up even more emotions. Maybe it was weird to feel so protected and cared for while being fucked, but there it was anyway. God, he wanted to marry this man so fucking bad. “Yeah,” he breathed, nudging his face against Jared’s hand. “I love you so much.”
"I love you too," Jared murmured and he could have chanted it over and over and it wouldn't have felt repetitive because he was brimming with the emotion and the words just felt like a weak echo of what he was feeling. They were allowed to be emotional for a long time now after being apart for so long - after falling apart for so long - they might be healing but the wounds were still sore and open. The intimacy helped it along, he felt, and since Ty was ready he finally started moving, rolling his hips experimentally at first. He felt overly sensitive himself, the pressure on his cock sending happy little spasms to his balls so going slow wasn't purely for Ty's benefit.
There was a lot they were going to have to work through, Ty knew it would take some time, but fuck, the shudder of pleasure that came from the pull of Jared’s cock felt like magic. It was like truly coming home. He gave a helpless whimper and dug his fingers harder into Jared’s thick back. Those slow movements were perfect and torture at the same time, and it was easy to fall into the heady trance of bottoming while so many intense emotions swirled through him. All he had to do was feel, and after so long of trying to be numb and in control, it was a beautiful feeling.
Ty hadn't said anything about it but Jared thought he could pick up on that vibe, on that allowance to finally feel small after being strong for everyone else. He knew that feeling because Ty was one of the few who'd let him feel the same. Ty definitely felt smaller to him too, but in a good way, and he whispered sweet nothings to him as he nibbled on his neck. Those sounds were going to be the end of him, so many details about Ty that hadn't been consciously on his mind but he was finding he'd missed so damn much now that he'd finally gotten him back. This felt so right, being inside him, moving within him, re-remembering all his sweet spots and reaping the awards, Jared wanted it to last for hours, however unrealistic that might be.
It was all so good -- the sensation of being full of something thick and hot, the way the head of Jared’s cock rubbed against his prostate with every slow thrust, the bulk of his big sexy man hovering over and pressed against him, the sweet ache in his cock where it twitched in Jared’s hand ... but the goodness went so much deeper than that. Ty was dimly grateful that this wasn’t the first thing they jumped into, or he likely would’ve been bawling by now. As it was, his eyes were getting a bit watery and it felt hard to breathe in the best kind of way. Regardless of lack of oxygen, Ty moved one of his hands to cup Jared’s face, turning his head until he could crash their mouths together in a kiss that was more passionate than the speed they were going. Ty rocked his hips in time with the thrusts, urging Jared’s cock deeper. He felt needy and desperate for what he was already getting, like he just couldn’t drink in enough of Jared at once.
Jared was content with going deep and slow for a while, kissing Ty back like his life depended on it as he kept grinding his hips against him, his grip on Ty's cock tightening erratically. When he felt like he wouldn't go off too soon if he sped up, he did just that, breaking the kiss to straighten up a bit and look at Ty's face, his pupils blown with pleasure. "Is this good, baby?" he whispered as he rolled his thumb over the head of Ty's cock, his new position giving him a little more space to actually move his hand. "You want it harder?" He didn't miss the emotion in Ty's eyes but he recognized it for what it was, the same feelings echoed inside of him.
Ty’s eyes rolled briefly closed as Jared thumbed his sensitive head, his balls clenching tighter for a moment. ‘Good’ wasn’t even the word for it, he felt like he was melting into a pile of pleasure-goo and it was fucking fantastic. Not that he had the words to say so just then. Ty forced his lids open again so he could stare up into those gorgeous eyes. He nodded breathlessly, hitching his knees up higher where they clung to Jared’s sides. “So good,” he whispered. “More.” He wanted this to last forever, even though he knew that wasn’t going to happen, especially not their first time fucking again, but all of the roiling emotions were at least serving to push his climax back for now. Since there was more space between them, Ty moved one hand to caress Jared’s chest again, tugging at one nipple while he turned his head to kiss Jared’s shoulder.
More didn't necessarily mean harder but Jared still picked up the pace, riding his own pleasure waves and slowing down when they became almost too much. It was a nice rhythm, a few minutes of hard almost desperate fucking interspersed with slow and soft love making. As much as he wanted to do it for hours his body wasn't in agreement and neither was Ty's. He kept it up as long as he could, forcing his eyes open every so often just to look at Ty and every time he did, his stomach clenched in a good way, love squeezing him from the inside out. "Do you want to come?" he whispered breathlessly, reaching for the lube again to give himself more slick to work with when stroking Ty's cock. "I can go a little longer but not... Not much."
It was bliss while it lasted, the pleasure carrying Ty along to a place where he had no sense of time or anything outside of the two of them. He moaned and arched under Jared, whimpering when he slowed down even though Ty loved that pace too. He felt overheated and his balls ached in the best way, seemingly every inch of his body singing with pleasure while his heart and stomach twisted into throbby knots with all of the desperate loving feelings. His brain felt sluggish as he registered Jared’s question, his breath quick and shallow as his hips kept rolling greedily. “Yeah,” Ty breathed back, the word urgent once he caught on. “Fuck yeah, please baby ...” He knew Jared wasn’t going to deny and edge him this time, but he also knew how hot that p-word could be.
Jared's lips curled into a grin for a moment before his jaw went a little slack again but oh yes, he did like hearing that word. It wasn't even really a dominant thing at this moment, more that he loved how desperate it made Ty sound, like his need mirrored Jared's own. With a definite goal in mind now there was no need to slow down again and he rocked into Ty faster, slick fingers finding his cock again to stroke him with more purpose. Sweat was beading on his back and neck, his breathing hard and irregular and his mind swimming with pleasure. "Let me feel you come," he panted in between moans and groans and he ducked down to nibble on Ty's shoulder even though most of his focus was on the intense pressure building in his balls. He was skating along a thin line and holding on until Ty finished was getting harder by the second.
Ty couldn’t have held back even if he tried, not with Jared’s strong hand stroking him and his cock pounding into his ass. But god, did he love those words, loved that his pleasure gave Jared even more pleasure, that they could feed off of each other like this and drive one another crazy with need. His panting cries rose in volume as he raced toward the finish line, Jared’s name mixed in with the curses, and his back arched off the bed as he peaked, chest pushing against Jared’s. Ty was completely lost in more pleasure than he’d had in months, his body shuddering hard as his cock jerked and throbbed in Jared’s fist, purging what felt like a gallon of cum. He was blissfully helpless to do anything but ride it, everything sensitive and shaky and delicious.
Coming at nearly the same time wasn't the great feat some people made it out to be, not under the circumstances. Jared let go as soon as he felt Ty's body start shuddering and he kept thrusting through his orgasm and Ty's, moaning loudly against Ty's shoulder. Physically it was pure pleasure and emotionally it felt like a mix of contradicting feelings, he both felt completely lost in his own climax like he was alone in the world for the duration and yet he was so finely tuned into Ty that somehow he was still part of it, he felt strong and massive in his orgasm and yet so vulnerable. He didn't try to fight off any of those feelings, they all felt right and he swam through them, mindless for a few long moments before he finally slowed to a stop, panting to catch his breath.
Jared’s pleasure only amplified his own, and Ty felt like he came and came and came for hours, his body clenching relentlessly around Jared’s thrusting cock. Even when there was nothing left in his balls, his whole groin kept throbbing and the pleasure kept coming, until it rode just over the border of the good kind of pain. Jared started to ease up at just the right time. He felt completely marked and cherished and owned and defiled and relieved, all those things and more, and before he could even think to hold back he was crying. Ty tucked his face into Jared’s shoulder, clinging to him with every muscle in his body, his breath coming in big heaves as emotion sailed right over his crumbled defenses.
It wasn't just understandable to Jared, it was beautiful in its own way and he knew that if it had happened with someone else - or when he was younger - he might have panicked a bit but here with Ty he understood it and rather than worried, he just empathized. He kissed Ty's temple softly, letting him cling and cry for as long as he needed, every touch gentle, every kiss significant. Words felt cheap for now so he didn't use them, not yet, just let Ty feel his presence, certain that he felt the love radiating from him because how could he not when to Jared it felt like the strength of the sun. He was gradually calming down, his breathing slowing and evening out, his body relaxing and that post-orgasm sleepiness washing over him but he was content to use his muscles a little longer, stay deeply embedded in Ty and let him break safely in his arms for a little while.
Ty couldn’t even really say that his tears came from sadness -- that was too simple. There was sadness there, of course, grief for the time they’d lost and the suffering they’d both been through. There was stress and leftover fear and regret. But there was also an incredible sense of relief and joy and a deep love that he had barely known was possible. Jared ushered him through the storm flawlessly, giving time Ty room to feel his feelings but the kind of support he needed. There was no question he felt bathed in that wordless love, protected from everything, even the darkness he was purging. Finally it all started to settle, and Ty’s breathing slowed down, the tears tapering off. He felt completely spent, physically and emotionally, and he wasn’t sure which had felt better. His head relaxed back against the bed and Ty sniffed a bit as he gazed up at Jared. He felt too much to even say thank you or that he was sorry, so he just whispered yet another, “I love you.”
Jared smiled at him and it was a bit dopey and sleepy but still so meaningful. "I love you," he whispered back. "I won't lose you again." He might not have had a say in it the first time but he meant those words with all his heart. He'd fight tooth and nail to keep Ty close, to not let anything else come between them. Some part of him was certain they'd already had their share of loss and that they were now in for a peaceful time and if fate proved him wrong he'd fight to make it right again. And now they had plans, sweet plans for the future, both near and far. Something to hang on to, a healing path for both of them. He wasn't a religious man but the thought of putting a ring on Ty's finger felt like confirmation of that, like he'd strengthen the bond between them, make it harder for the world to tear them apart. It was a pretty lofty ideal for a divorcee but it felt right all the same, blessing what they had together, a legal and spiritual confirmation of their love.
Jared wasn’t the only one thinking about getting married and what that meant for them. Ty felt similarly, like it would be some kind of bond of protection around them to ward off some of the evil they tended to find themselves in. Even if that didn’t end up being the case, Ty wanted to spend whatever time he had left in this life with Jared. Hopefully it would be decades, but even if wasn’t, this was what he wanted. This felt like a second chance, and he wasn’t going to take it for granted. “You won’t,” Ty agreed, a soft smile crossing his own face. He was a mess, covered in tears and sweat and cum, but he didn’t think he’d ever felt happier. “You’re stuck with me for good now, Gaines.”
"And you're stuck with me, Solomon," Jared replied, a sleepy grin curling his lips again. There was nothing he wanted more than to be stuck with Ty, their lives tangled together for good with all it had to offer. He was even looking forward to having dumb arguments about doing the dishes or walking the dog or whatever might become a source of irritation between them in the future. Something so petty and normal wouldn't feel like a big deal at all after what they'd been through. On some level he wondered if they would ever fight - actually fight - if something would come up to annoy them enough for that. It was so hard to imagine; a frustration at best. They'd always been good at talking about things, approaching problems from a logical angle. He slowly pulled out of Ty, reluctant to move but his body needed to settle down and rest now and he was sure Ty would appreciate stretching his legs. "I want everything with you," he murmured once he'd stretched out next to him. "The whole package."
It was indeed easier on the hips to stretch out again, and Ty did so with a little groan as Jared settled. He was in desperate need of a shower, but he wasn’t ready to get up yet. Instead he wiped at his eyes and nose before he rolled onto his side to face his man and tucked a pillow under his head. There was something a little hopeful in his smile. “House with a picket fence and a dog and a couple of kids?” Ty murmured, reaching out to find Jared’s hand to tangle fingers with him. It was cliche enough to maybe be a joke, but that was honestly what he did want, he knew now more than ever. A family with the man he loved.
"Yeah," Jared replied earnestly, then gave Ty a slightly self conscious smile. "Too tacky?" He thought Ty meant it, he didn't seem to be in the mood to tease tonight, but it had been a dream of his for a while, one he didn't want to smother Ty with after them not being together for that long. It sounded like a cliché and heterosexual dream at that and while he knew his man pretty well, a part of him still worried he wanted something else. Just the two of them, maybe, no kids, maybe. Jared had always hoped he and Sadie would have children and obviously with Ty they'd have to adopt but he didn't care about that. He had no biological need for his children to come from his sperm, adopted or not they'd still be His.
Ty smiled back at him, finding that bit of sheepishness endearing. “Of course not,” he said quietly. He squeezed Jared’s fingers. “That’s what I want too. I mean ... I could take or leave the fence, I guess, but definitely the kids and the dog.” The corners of his mouth quirked up even further, his gaze warm and heavy-lidded on Jared’s face. While he still had some doubts about himself, he knew that Jared would make a good father, and being able to see him raise a child would be a delight. Ty had never really wanted kids, too averse to any kind of long-term commitment, but his whole world had changed now. Jared had made him better, helped him grow. “Do you want boys? A boy and a girl? Kids, not dogs,” he murmured, flashing a grin.
"I honestly don't care," Jared said warmly after thinking about it for a few seconds, rolling the possibilities around in his mind, thinking of the pros and cons of both. A part of him wanted a surrogate mother for that very reason, for it to be a surprise, but that also came with a whole slew of issues he wasn't in the right mental state to think about. "I'd just love to be a dad, one way or another. How about you? Preferences? Kids? Breed of dog?" He tacked that last bit on as a joke as he draped his arm over Ty's waist, idly rubbing his fingers against his back. "I'm thinking collie and two or three kids. Mixed genders."
“Three?” he repeated with some playful shock. “Jesus, you’re really into this house husband thing, aren’t you? That’s like a full time job. I had no idea you were so traditional.” Ty grinned at him, then turned his head to press some kisses to Jared’s shoulder. “Let’s start with two and see how we do. Maybe we can find some siblings to adopt, whatever gender combo they come in.” It was all taking shape in Ty’s mind, a wholesome fantasy of the two of them each with a kid on their shoulders, a dog running circles around their legs while they walked in the sunshine. Happy and fulfilled. He knew it wouldn’t always be picture perfect, of course, but Ty felt greedy now to have love in his life, and he knew they had a lot to offer some children. “I do love collies though,” he murmured and paused for a moment. “I know this is gonna be a ‘no shit’ kind of question, but ... you’d be okay if they aren’t white, right?”
Jared cocked a brow at that question because damn straight it was a no shit question. "How could you even ask me that," he murmured but utterly failed to dredge up any sort of indignation. "I ain't saying we should go all overzealous celebrity in adopting but I really don't care what color our kids are. Sure, there's a small narcissistic part of me that wants them to look like us but it's, like I said, small. They can be white, black, asian, arab - I really don't give a shit." It made him feel some melancholy to think Ty even felt the need to ask. Someone else might have opinions on it and if Jared was thinking purely from a concerned parent stance, a straight white boy would be the way to go but nobody picked their kids and what was that saying he kept seeing everywhere? The future is female? No, he just wanted kids to spoil rotten and try to mold into good people.
Ty knew that Jared wasn’t racist, but he also knew that he probably hadn’t put much thought into the unique issues around raising kids of color in this country. Especially in a rural place like Point Pleasant. It was Jared’s privilege not to have to worry about it, but if they adopted black kids or brown kids or anything but cute caucasian babies, they would need to educate themselves. Both of them, if the kids weren’t black. “Even good people can get weird about their progeny, and I know you’ve wanted kids for a long time,” he murmured, hoping Jared wasn’t genuinely offended. Ty was sure that Jared had envisioned his own version of a perfect family when he’d been married to Sadie. “Like I said, a ‘no shit’ question, but it’s important stuff to talk about. I know you’ll love any kid we take in to pieces, and they’ll be lucky to have you as a dad.” He smiled faintly. “There’s just a ... racial learning curve, I guess. But we can cross that bridge later.”
Jared knew enough about that, mainly from working in Texas. This small town of theirs wasn't very racially diverse so the racial tension was different. He also knew that he was far less likely to get hassled walking around with a black baby than Ty was walking around with a white one and that was a whole other level of awkward conversations they might have to have. Not now though, he didn't want to mar the perfect fantasy while it was just that. "I'm willing to learn and I know you are too," he said instead and pressed a little kiss on Ty's nose. Sure, it was different than what he'd envisioned with Sadie, they'd probably have had white and blond babies together, but it was the same there. If Sadie had wanted to adopt he'd have been on board. Family went so far beyond blood relation in his mind and while there was a small tickling inside of him that said he would love a child with his genes, he didn't doubt he'd love adopted ones any less.
He hummed his agreement and snuggled in even closer, glad that brief uncomfortable subjects couldn’t derail their loving good moods. That part of their relationship had always been incredibly valuable -- Jared always heard him through their differences, and Ty knew he was willing to learn. It was part of what was going to make him such a fantastic parent. They had to get married and settled first, but for the first time in what felt like eternity, Ty was optimistic about their future together. They actually had one to build now and plans to do it. It was amazing to think they were going to be married in a couple of weeks at most, after all this time. Ty was worn out and still sweaty and very sticky, and he couldn’t be happier.