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It took Jeff Dean two hours and fifteen minutes to find out that the
photo and the article were bogus. Kerr Smith was very much alive and
well enjoying a six week holiday in the Cayman Islands on the Temple's
dime. The article it's self was obviously very crudely put together
designed to scare with the headline hoping the reader would be too
distracted by the gruesome picture to notice the bad cut and paste job.
Jensen stood in the bathroom splashing cold water on his face. His brain
was turning to jelly trying to figure out why someone would go to the
trouble of making a shotty job of accusing Jared of beating Kerr Smith
to death. Why send the picture to Jensen's gallery? Even Jeff had to
admit since he had been released from prison Jared had been pretty much
a model citizen. Jensen rubbed his throbbing temples popping two pain
killers he went into his bedroom.
Jared had heard the water in the bathroom running when his slipped into
Jensen's bedroom from the balcony. Jared took off his leather jacket
tossing it on the chair in the corner sitting down on the bed he started
to unlace his boots making himself comfortable. He leaned his back
against the head board his long legs stretched out Jared waited to
Jensen to come out of the bathroom.
Attorney Tom Welling sipped his scotch while he reviewed the final draft
of the contract for the Beaver Ranch. Jim Beaver was the last hold out
to the land buy out of the ranches surrounding the Life's Enlightenment
Temple. Of course the purchase price of the land was far less then it
was actually worth.
Now that the Temple owned all the land surrounding the compound of a
fifty miles any mineral finds would belong to the Temple. Three years
ago an unpolluted underground spring found when the Temple was building
the greenhouse. Conservative estimations the spring cut through the
Temple's land across the six ranches surrounding it. Who ever owned the
rights stood to make a lot of money in water rights.
Tom looked up to find Brother Mark was standing in front of his desk.
"Jesus Mark make a noise or something."
"My apologies Thomas. Has Mr. Beaver signed the contract yet?" Mark sat
down.
"I am bringing them to the hospital tomorrow morning. He was moved out
of the ICU this evening." Tom sipped his drink.
Rancher Jim Beaver been in a near fatal single car crash and would be
paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of his life. With no close
family to help on the ranch Beaver was forced to sell his land. The
accident was very convent and Tom wondered if Brother Mark and the
others might have had something to do with it. Not that Tom would ever
voice his musings he like the money to much.
"What of the other legalities?" Mark rested his chin on tips of his
fingers.
"The Ackles will is solid. The judge should throw out the challenges.
What about Samuel? He seemed to have a hook in the younger son, the
artist."
"Samuel has been very hard to read since the fire. But there are very
few who don't succumb to his charms."
The door to the bathroom opened. "You ran away Jensen. Why?" Jensen jump
hearing the deep rumbling accusation.
"Jesus! Fucking! Christ! Are you trying to give me a heart attack? What
the hell are you doing here?" Jensen snapped trying to calm his heart
rate.
"You ran away." Jared said again tension in his voice.
"Not like I ran off and joined the circus Jared. I had some urgent
business at the gallery." Jensen feeling a little irritated at Jared's
tone. Sure he did run but he was a grown man and Jensen was just a bit
in fear of his life.
Jared got up from the bed moving to stand in front of Jensen. "Urgent
business that had to do with Kerr Smith? Are you two working to
together?" Jared growl pinning Jensen between his bigger body and the
dresser.
"What? No! I don't even know Smith. Back off Jared!" Jensen snapped
pushing against Jared's chest.
Jared's nostril flared his hazel eyes dilated just an instant before he
crushed his lips down on Jensen's. A deep growl rumbled from his chest
as Jensen hands stopped pushing and slid up to curl around into Jared's
hair. Jared picked Jensen up so he could put on the dresser settling
between his thighs.
Jensen's hands frantically pulled Jared's t-shirt up over his head
tossing it away. He licked his way across the broad bronze expanse of
Jared chest letting his hands roam freely. He hissed as Jared's teeth
nipped along his neck sucking bruises as he went.
"Fuck Jen! So beautiful." Jared murmured dragging his lips along
Jensen's catching the bottom lip between his teeth.
Wrapping his legs around Jared's waist Jensen ground their hard cocks
together. His mouth found a dark brown nibble his teased the small nub
with his tongue. Jared skin tasted like buttery rich caramel Jensen
couldn't get enough. Jensen felt his orgasm start to rush through him.
He pulled Jared tighter against him.
"Please harder. Just a little more." Jensen begged.
"Yeah that's it baby. Cum. Cum with me." Jared growled against Jensen
ear.
Jared's body sagged heavily against Jensen causing what Jensen was
pretty sure was his cologne bottle to dig into his back. "Ok big guy
up. I really don't want a bottle of Calvin Kline to become part of my
liver."
Jared's head came up looking a Jensen through a confused haze. "What?"
"Let me up."
Jared stood up "You are still going to tell me why you took off like
that today." Jared said pealing his cum soaked jeans down his legs.
Jensen sighed. "Let's take a shower first."
TBC>>>>