yansadracan

Title: I Could Pencil You In
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve/Jensen
Rating: FRA
Summary: Prompt – chastity

Supernatural was on hiatus until August, he’d been to Texas and done the family thing, and now he was standing in the living room of ‘their’ house in Portland, Oregon.

The only problem with ‘their’ house in Portland is that he’s that only one here. Steve’s going between LA and Vegas, and Chris is in New York doing publicity for Leverage.

Jensen unpacks his bags and puts his guitar with the rest of the instruments that made it from LA.

Going in search of bodily sustenance, **Damn who talks like that? Spending too much time alone, Ackles.**, he finds makings for a sandwich.

Carrying his sandwich and a beer to the living room, he laughs out loud at the irony of his situation. The upside of being in a relationship is lots of great sex. So here he is in a relationship with not just one, but other two people and it’s like he’s taken a vow of chastity.

With half an ear on the ball game on TV, his thoughts continued to tumble like kittens through his mind. He has his lasik surgery, the Asylum con to do, then he wants to hibernate ‘til time to go back to Vancouver. Chris and Steve were playing a gigs at Dante’s until September, so maybe he could split the rest of his hiatus between traveling with Steve and staying here with Chris.

Scrubbing his hands over his face, he can’t believe he was scheduling his love life. Mind and body both exhausted, he stretches out on couch, ruthlessly he squashes the voices in his head.

Two hours later, Jensen’s still deeply asleep when the front door opens. More quietly than two guys with duffels and guitars should move, they watched Jensen sleep.

“We must have been really good. Looks like Santa’s came early this year.” Steve whispered.

“Wake his ass up. You know I hate to wait to open my presents.” Chris griped as he dropped the bags he was carrying and slid over the back of the couch to land on a startled Jensen. Before he could collect his thoughts there were lips, teeth, tongues, hands. Fingers, kisses, caresses, and things Jensen soon lost track of in the midst of showing his lovers how much he’d missed them.

Later when he could think again, and he's drifting off to sleep, he sends thanks to any deity listening that his bout of chastity was officially over.