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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.

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Sometimes Jensen wakes up in the middle of the night or has to pull his car off the side of the road, completely swept up in panic of the day that this is all going to end. He's spent the better part of five years in Vancouver, bitching about the cold and the rain and his too-small trailer, getting slobbered on and chewed on by Jared's damn dogs, and never getting enough sleep, but he has no idea what he's going to do when its not there anymore. He's not even sure he remember who he was before...before.

"Hey," Jared says, his lips a warm, constant pressure against the nape of Jensen's neck, arm draped over Jensen's hip. "Shallow breaths."

Sometimes Jensen wakes up in the middle of the night and forgets that Jared is there, that he really does love him, that he's not going anywhere. But Jared's good at reminding him.

I knew him

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