DorkFish 4: The Ruthless Scheme

Testament to Love Winning Over Hate

Jared and Jensen wasted no time that night.

Rather than make the long trek up to Origami River after leaving their own reception at the respectable hour of eleven o'clock, they shot straight for his penthouse between 5th and Madison.

Special. Jared hadn't been to Jensen's high-rise before.

Scenic. Its commanding view of Midtown happened to overlook St. Valentine's one block down.

Secure. It had its own private elevator, and the whole building was practically on lockdown for the evening at the request of their VIP resident.

Soundproofed... Oh yes, that would be necessary tonight.

Yet even with his place so close by, they were having a hard time making it to their marriage bed as they'd promised each other they would.

"Not here," Jensen growled when Jared began nuzzling his neck in the limo as a tantalizing start to a sweet, unstoppable seduction.

"Not here!" Jared gasped when Jensen pinned him against the wall of their little elevator with every intention of taking him right then and there, wedding clothes and all.

But where Jared had backed off in deference to him, Jensen pushed decisively forward, whirling him around to face the wall in the swift sweeping slide of designer soled shoes on the polished elevator floor.

"Fine, not here," he said. "But I'm getting things started."

Jared inhaled sharply when he felt his hands on his back, their heat sizzling his skin through the delicate, high thread count wool and tied satin that comprised his jacket and the vest underneath. He slipped his hands beneath the hem and Jared felt the ties in back slide apart. Then Jensen smoothed his fingers up the back of the jacket to Jared's shoulders, grazed the sensitive, exposed skin of Jared's neck, and gently tugged the dark grey cover off Jared's shoulders. The jacket floated down Jared's arms to his wrists where Jensen kept it for the moment, pinning it and Jared's hands firmly between their bodies as he shifted closer to his ear.

"This entire ensemble is sexier than any of those skin-tight, lace panties ever were," Jensen murmured, and Jared shivered as the tips of his fingers graze his skin while he released the pin from his cravat, the buttons from the neck of the vest, and then the knot at his neckline. The vest slipped to the floor and he made short, effortless work of the buttons of his shirt. Once he had it all undone and Jared's shoulders felt the electrified air, Jared felt his husband shift behind him, and where Jensen's fingertips touched his tender lips followed, making Jared hiss in his breath at the unexpected caress.

He kept going, drawing a hot line down the valley of Jared's spine as he kissed every centimeter of skin revealed by each inch that gravity took the fabric, and the elevator had long since stopped by the time he'd finished. That led him to free the jacket pooled at Jared's wrists and the trouser zipper hidden by it, which he took down with more maddening slowness and even sweeter kisses. His gentle lips and teasing tongue disappeared as he stood again behind Jared, and then he took hold of his wrists, lifted them up over his head.

"Pull," Jensen commanded softly, holding onto the ends of his long sleeves at the wrists, and Jared withdrew his arms from the delicate silk, bringing them down to his sides. Jensen let go, and with nothing left to hold everything up, what remained of the beautiful tux whooshed to the floor under its own weight in a rushing waterfall of charcoal grey and white.

"Oh. My. God."

Jared bit his lip at his husband's reaction to the reveal. All he wore was the red satin ribbon from St. John tied around his thigh and a dangerously skimpy thong to match, just thin lines over his hips and bold lace along his tailbone... and lower.