Believe 04

Jensen’s one on one was early the next morning and he waited for Dr. Collins, who was runing late. Doctor Collins was fairly new to the Bellhaven Staff, he always looked frazzled and his clothes were always crumpled like he had spent the night in them and he probably had.

“There is a psycho Santa in my room.” Jensen growled following Dr. Collins into the office.

Dr. Collins’ blue eyes looked out from over the manila colored file he was going over, he was biting his bottom lip. “Why do you hate Christmas, Jensen?”

His green eyes grew distant and he unconsciously rubbed at his forearm.

Dr. Collins sighed. “Not in the mood to talk today?”

“Give me a break, Doc. It’s all fairy tale nonsense. Besides you’ve heard it all before, I’m damaged. I know it; you know it, what’s the point in talking about it?”

“You don’t think you could be fixed?”

He chuckled bitterly. “There isn’t enough glue.”

Dr. Collins frowned, Just last week they were making a little progress. This was going to be a tougher case then he had originally thought.

“Well, we have approximately 27 days left to the season, you go can’t around punching everyone who wishes you a merry Christmas, now can you? So why don’t we at least try to make things easier on you?”

Jensen rolled his eyes.

The dark haired doctor rushed into the room carrying a large tray. The circle of chairs all turned to stare at him with excitement knowing, it was snack time. Some people meditated, others drank their troubles away but Dr. Collins, he liked to bake. Being in the kitchen calmed him. Stirring and mixing worked better than Xanax ever did. Best of all he brought everything he made into the hospital, sharing them with his groups.

“Whatcha got in the tray there, Doc?” Nicholas asked. He was a dark haired patient with an eye patch and a dubious amount of military knowledge. Jensen thought he was an idiot but to be fair he thought most people were.

“Everyone please take some cookies and sit down.”

“OOOOOOOOH. Cookies!” Jared squealed and made a dash to the tray filling his hands with all the cookies the enormous paws could handle before he took the empty seat next to his roomie. “I love cookies. I love sugar cookies and Peanut butter cookies, and chocolate chip cookies, short bread and I even love oatmeal cookies. But Gingerbread cookies are my favorite. I think it’s the frosting. Don’t you just love frosting, Jensen?”

Jensen rolled his eyes. This guy couldn’t be for real. He was like a developmentally stunted golden retriever.

Dr. Collins removed his crumpled white jacket, loosened his crooked tie and sat down. “Yesterday, we were discussing what everyone wants to achieve in the New Year… Jared, since you're new here, would you like to go first?”

“I want to go home.”

“And how do you plan on achieving that?”

“First the NYPD has to find my sleigh. The nice man at the police station said they were looking for me. My reindeer must be so lonesome without me. I miss them so much.”

Jensen snorted, holding back his laugher. Of course he thinks he’s Santa. It is the season.

Dr. Collins clicked his pen in annoyance. “Jensen, do you have something you’d like to contribute?”

“Yeah,...sure. Just how many of these reindeer do you have?”

“Well, let’s see. There’s Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid…Now that’s 6. Donner and Blitzen. That makes 8. And of course there’s Rudolph. I couldn’t do anything without my Rudolph. He guides my sleigh. It’s very dark at night and we need the light.”

Of course, there would be a Rudolph.

“He’s the most famous reindeer of all!” Nicholas piped up, cookie crumbs falling from his lips.

“It was really a shame. In the beginning the others would pick on him something awful.”

“So you’re saying you misplaced 9 reindeer in New York City? I bet animal control found them. Yeah. They’re probably getting euthanized right now.” Jensen sat back in his chair with a smug grin on his face.

Jared gasped, shaking his head in disbelief. “No. Not my reindeer…”

“Now, Jensen.” There was an unspoken warning in his voice as Dr. Collins clicked his pen again and crossed his legs. “How about we come back to Jared later?”

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No matter how cold or dickish Jensen was to his roommate over the next week, nothing seemed to break the over sized elf of his jolliness. There was a tiny part of Jensen that didn’t exactly mind sharing a room with Jared though he'd never admit it out loud.

Jared wasn’t all that bad as a roommate, except for being enormous and overzealous with the jolly and clearly insane. He kept his side of the room tidy and wasn’t noisy when Jensen tried to sleep, Even though he liked his solitude, it did get pretty lonesome having no one to talk to during those long nights when he had trouble sleeping and Jared never seemed to sleep. It was fascinating. The lack of sleep was probably why he was so crazy in the first place.

He awoke suddenly. He had that damned dream again, that shit always messed him up. It was always the same, felt so real, smelled so real. The dream left a pain in his chest and stirred his cock to attention. It had been years and years since he last saw Tom but every once in a while he would creep up into Jensen’s dreams like a ninja. Those dreams always left him feeling off balanced, with need creeping under his skin. He needed contact, warm skin pressed against his own, touching him in intimate places.

Knowing he would never get back to sleep after that, he forced himself to sit up. As usual Jared was wide awake, sitting on the bed, staring at the wall, lost in thought. Probably thinking about how much he loved Christmas or some shit like that.

His whole body felt tense. He groaned and stretched his arms above his head, the thin gray tee shirt rising up over his tight stomach.

He looked over to find Jared was looking at him. Big Hazel eyes staring, drinking in the sight. He was quite familiar with that look. And it was at that moment he started to wonder just what the wacky elf was packing under his standard issue pajama pants. Jared was pretty hot in comparison to the rest of the macadamia’s in the nut house. Plus, he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Maybe he just really needed to get fucked. He'd been cooped up too long and his hand just wasn’t going to do the trick. He supposed Buddy the Elf would do the job. Sex came easy for him. It was the only thing that ever did. He could get in anyone’s pants. It had been that way for as long as he could remember. His good looks gave him an edge. He was lucky. All his scars were on the inside.

Jensen grinned seductivly and rubbed his exposed stomach. “Like what you see?”

“Sorry, I was just…” Jared cheeks reddened and he quickly turned his body toward the door. his long legs dangled off the bed like a marionette.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I don’t mind you looking.”

The nervousness was kind of cute. You didn’t see that much anymore. Even crazy people needed to get their jollies and if the whole Santa thing was what the guy was into, so be it. He could play along. He’d done weirder shit than a dude in a Santa’s hat.

Jensen slowly made his way over toward Jared’s bed as Jared kept his eyes cast down, staring at his big hands.He gently lifted Jared's chin to look into his eyes. “I know you like looking, what else do you like?”
He placed a delicate kiss on Jared’s lips then pulled himself away.“How about that?”

Jared moved his head up and down, His hair falling into his eyes. Jensen’s fingers brushed the hair out of Jared’s eyes.
He moved his hand to Jared’s crotch, cupping it. “Like that?”

Big wide eyes looked up and subtly licked his lips.

“I could be such a good boy for Santa.” Jensen purred, playing his part.

Jared could feel Jensen's heart racing as they kissed again. Jensen glided Jared’s hand inside the waistband of his pants.

“No. Not yet.” Jared whispered, his lips brushed against Jensen’s as he pulled his hand away, fingers trailing a line down Jenson’s face.. “Don’t rush this.”
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“How about I sit on your lap? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Jared nodded slowly his bangs cascaded over his eyes.

Jensen moved toward him. Jared was still wearing that stupid Santa’s hat. But instead of filling him with boiling anger, this time the hat made Jensen smile.

Jensen tugged his pants off and straddled Jared’s lap, facing him. His cock erect and leaking in between them.
Jared’s fingers gripped the hips before him, pulling Jensen down harder onto his lap.

“Feels like someone’s got a big old present for me. Bet your candy cane would feel real good inside me…” Jensen had to hold back his laughter, he could not believe what he was saying or how insanely turned on he was.
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Jared sought out Jensen’s mouth, slipping his tongue inside. Jensen returned the kiss, their tongues entwined. Big hands stroked Jensen’s warm skin, tracing down his spine, causing him to shiver at the sensation.