monday blurb

 

Sometimes, when he can't wrap Jensen in his arms and lay his chin on his shoulder, let his lips brush the back of his neck right above the neck of his shirt, or grab him by the arm and kiss him so hot and heavy that they're both flushed and rock hard after, just being close to him is enough. He'll let the back of his fingers graze Jensen's shirt and lean in close enough to breathe in the smell of his cologne, the scent of coffee and the cigarette he had this morning after breakfast still on his breath. Its all Jared needs to recharge him and get him through the rest of the day until he can get Jensen back in his arms and feel him beneath his fingers, warm and constant and his.

photo credit katysam

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I'm in one of those moods I get in, where I listen to a single song. On repeat. All day.

Because its gorgeous, because I love Caleb Followill voooooice, and because it just SCREAMS Jared and Jensen to me. And I'm in that kind of mindframe. SO THERE'S THAT.

Caleeeeeeb. Adfknlejrejaelkjr.

( Oops, I made a J2 spam! )