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Washington DC, Labor Day 1988
Jeffrey Dean Morgan, junior Senator from Washington State, was thoroughly bored. Every year Alan Ackles threw a huge Labor Day party for the entire Senate and their families. Jeff had considered not going, since he abhorred Ackles and everything he and his cronies stood for. In fact in the two years he had been in the Senate they had come to many disagreements, because they were both outspoken defenders of their ideals. He knew that Alan referred to him as that “fucking whippersnapper” among his friends, which meant that Alan really disliked him because he chose not to defer to Ackles when it came to thinks like taxes, military spending, and civil rights for homosexuals. It also probably didn’t help that Jeff was an openly gay man and Alan was as bigoted as they come when it came to alternate lifestyles or other races. He attacked both with a fervor that bordered on manic.
Even though he didn’t want to attend this party, his aides had forced him to come anyways in order to schmooze the other members of Congress. His aid, Danneel Harris, called it networking, Jeff called it torture. While the democrats viewed him as a prospect for the next presidential election, he was still perceived as the “young one” and really had nothing in common with any of them. He didn’t buy into the elitism that many of his peers felt towards the rest of the country. They all seemed to view their election to the Senate as proof that they were better than anybody else, not as a sign that they were the only ones crazy enough to run for public office. The closest he had even come to that type of elitism was going to Stanford for law school after he graduated from University of Washington.
So after he had exchanged pleasantries with the important members of his party he was stuck alone without anyone to talk to, so per his usual pattern he haunted the drink table nursing a beer and feeling incredibly awkward. From his perch by the drinks table he observed the groups of people mingling, noticing that they reflected the cliques in the Senate, which he needed to find a way to belong to one according to Danneel. He still really hadn’t figured out his way in yet even after two years. He debated leaving, wondering if he had spent enough time here to please Danneel.
All thoughts of leaving evaporated when he saw the most beautiful man he had ever seen standing alone across the yard leaning against a tree, nursing a bottle of beer.
The guy, kid really since he couldn’t be much older than twenty, was stunning. His above average frame was nicely muscled, something that Jeff could tell from the well-tailored clothes, nicely cut khakis, white polo shirt, and a cream sweater marked him as part of the east coast elite like the rest of the group, but for some reason he seemed more intellectual than political, therefore he stood out. From this vantage point, Jeff could only see his face in profile, which fine with him. The defined jaw, cheekbones, and full lips looked like they were carved by a Renaissance sculptor. Jeff could make out the faint smile of amusement on the kid’s face as he observed the proceedings. Jeff yearned to know what he found amusing.
Jeff walked towards the stranger as if pulled by some invisible force rather than his own volition. He couldn’t help himself; he needed to meet this kid. He had never believed what his mother said about soul mates and how the heart just knew when that person had been found, but he believed it now. His reaction to this kid even without knowing anything about him proved that.
He was a foot away when the kid seemed to sense his presence and turned towards him. Jeff continued walking in his direction, looking into the most incredible pair of green eyes in creation. The kid seemed to realize his intentions and blushed, breaking their staring contest. He didn’t seem repulsed by Jeff ’s attention, and Jeff ’s cock gave a hopeful twitch. Maybe this evening wouldn’t be so boring after all. The kid had gotten over his bashfulness and was back staring at Jeff, but he seemed confused by Jeff’s attention. This was shocking since, this guy could have anyone he wanted male or female in a heartbeat. Jeff wondered why he wasn’t surrounded by women and their eligible daughters. He seemed the type that any mother would want their daughters marrying. He seemed very wholesome and clearly belonged to a good family.
Jeff reached his side and was about to introduce himself when a harried female voice yelling “Jensen!” interrupted him. The kid, Jensen apparently, looked away from Jeff and towards the woman. Jeff also turned towards the voice and blanched when he saw that the woman was none other than Donna Ackles, her husband Alan closely behind. Fuck thought Jeff I’ve been avoiding these people all afternoon and now I run into them? The last thing he wanted was to deal with the Ackles’ polite bigotry right now, especially when it would impede him picking up this beautiful man.
“Jensen,” Donna said upon reaching him “What are you doing over here?” she sounded annoyed and incredibly put out that she had to come looking for him “I told you that we wanted to introduce you to some people.”
Who was this kid to Ackles? thought Jeff .
Mother? wondered Jeff then his brain put two and two together. Fuck, I was about to attempt to pick up Jensen Ackles. Jensen Ackles was the middle child and a genius. He had earned more degrees and accolades by the age of 19 than most people did by their early thirties. From what he remembered, Jensen had just finished his Ph.D at Princeton and was about to start a research fellowship somewhere.
Alan had arrived and he immediately noticed Jeff “I didn’t think you would be here Senator Morgan,” Alan said to Jeff. Donna turned away from scolding her son, and greeted Jeff with the fakest smile he had ever seen. He did have to admire Donna’s southern politeness, she may not have agreed with him but she still made an attempt to be hospitable, when her husband never did. This seemed to be a general character trait among all southerners: the women were always polite despite what they thought of you and the men were always brusque and cold if you had managed to piss them off. After two years he still didn’t know which personality he liked more.
Donna shot her husband a look that seemed to convey that she didn’t approve of his behavior towards Jeff, who was here as a guest in their home.“Senator Morgan,” she said “Welcome, if I had known you were here I would have greeted you sooner,” she extended a hand towards her son to beckon him closer to Jeff. “Senator Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Junior Senator from Washington. Senator Morgan this is my middle child Dr. Jensen Ackles, who just finished his PhD at Princeton. He was just accepted as a member of the Institute for Advanced Study.”
Factually he knew that Jensen was a genius and a doctor, at a ridiculously early age, but knowing that in connection with that youthful face was far more shocking than it should have been. Jensen should have been starting college and enjoying his youth rather than starting an adult life.
Jeff held out his hand to Jensen “I’m very pleased to meet you I’ve heard wonderful things about you. Your parents are very proud of your accomplishments.”
“Thank you,” Jensen said shyly, Jeff couldn’t tell if it was because Jensen was always this way or if it was just because he was attracted to Jeff. “I’ve heard many things about you too.”
Probably not very good things thought Jeff if he had heard about him from Donna and Alan, or even their oldest son Joshua who worked for Alan on the hill.
“Well, the Smith’s are waiting.” Alan said tersely indicating that he wanted this meeting to end. Jeff silently thanked god for southern male brusqueness because he too didn’t want to carry on small talk either, unless it was with Jensen. Jensen was intriguing in a way neither of his parents were. Donna indicated that she wanted Jensen to walk with them.
“It was nice meeting you Senator Morgan,” Jensen said again “enjoy the rest of your evening.” He walked away with his mother on his arm.
Jeff heard Alan say “I told you not to associate with his type!” this was followed by a soft apology from Jensen before they were out of earshot.
Jeff smiled watching him leave. He decided to leave, but made it his mission to determine get to know the enigma that was Jensen Ackles.
Jensen shut his bedroom door and breathed a sigh of relief. It was just after midnight and he was finally free to leave the party, and the awkward mingling and matchmaking that came with it.
Jensen always felt awkward around girls, partly because he was gay and because he hated seeing that disappointment in their eyes when he never asked for a date before walking away. It would have been easier if he could just come out to his family and not have to deal with the constant parade of eligible daughters from his parents. His closest friends at Princeton knew he was gay, but no one in his father’s circle knew. Well, Jeff had seemed to know, but he wasn’t exactly part of his father’s group of friends.
He remembered seeing Jeff earlier that afternoon, when he was mingling with the other guests. Jensen was standing by his parents and the Harcourts, whose daughter was engaged to his older brother Joshua. He wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation and instead had been surreptitiously looking at Jeff.
He had heard about Jeff before, both from the press and his father once he became a Senator. Jeff’s election to the Senate had been major news because he was openly gay. Not only that, he didn’t seem to have a long-term partner that he trotted out to emphasize that while he was gay he still believed in commitment. Any comments about this in the press were always met with the answer “I’m still looking, I’ll let you know when I find him,” always said with that sideways smile that had been haunting Jensen’s dreams for the past two years. He had to admit to himself that he had a huge crush on the Senator, probably made worse by the fact that there was always a chance they could meet.
This hope hadn’t resulted in them meeting yet because Jeff was not part of Dad’s circle and the likely hood of Jeff having dinner at the Ackles’ home was pretty much nil. Jeff and his father both hated each other for a multitude of political and personal reasons.
So he finally got to meet the man he admired and he had totally blown it, acting too shy and immature when Jeff came to introduce himself. He hadn’t been able to find Jeff after he escaped the Smiths, so any chance of trying to prove to the older man that he was actually suave, intelligent, and mature was not possible. Jensen mentally kicked himself for blowing this opportunity.
The only good thing that had come out of the meeting was that Jeff was interested. Or at least he had been before Jensen acted like a total dork.
He undressed and carefully put away his clothes in their rightful place. His friend Chris always found it very amusing that even when Jensen was extremely tired he never slept in his clothes and never left them on the floor. Chris said this habit made him “OCD” but Jensen would laugh and counter that just because he was neat did not make him OCD.
Jensen missed his friend from Princeton, because right now he never needed Chris’ advice more on how to seduce someone. Jensen didn’t really know what he wanted in the long run from Jeff, but he knew that he wanted to spend as much time as he could with the man during this visit.
Jensen opted to sleep naked, he was too horny from being in the presence of his crush. He laid under the covers and slowly ran his fingers down his torso, soft feather light touches that he imagined were Jeff’s kisses making their way down to his cock. He vaguely wondered what it would be like to have Jeff’s mouth engulf him. He grasped his cock and began stroking it imagining that it was Jeff’s mouth. His brain then conjured up the idea of being surrounded by Jeff’s body as he fucked him. Jensen came thinking of Jeff in him, completely claiming him as his own.
As he lay there in his bed, coming down from the high of his orgasm, he felt hopeful for the first time that something was going to change in his life; that his life would be better for knowing Jeffrey Dean Morgan.