Jared didn't realize he was nervously worrying the leash in his hand until the buckles clacked together. He still wasn't sure why Jeffrey had offered to come help him train his new dog, and the older man's explanation that he 'just liked dogs' didn't quite ring true.

It wasn't that Jared disbelieved Jeffrey, or thought he was lying maliciously, but there was just something weird about the whole scenario. Before, he and Jensen had hung out with Jeffrey off set, but then it was always the three of them, and they usually talked at least in part about the show.

But this was just him and Jeffrey. And the dogs. No mention of Jensen, no mention of work. Jeffrey was teaching Harley to sit and beg while Jared kept Sadie from stealing the treats.

"Sit." Jeffrey said sternly, in his deep voice. Harley looked a little befuddled, but he sat hesitantly. "Good." He gave Harley a small treat. "Now, beg."

Harley cocked his head in confusion. "Beg," Jeffrey commanded.

Jared felt a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach at the word. How did the man manage to make every word he spoke sound so sexy? Jared shook his head. No, he was not going to think about the sexiness of his TV father, regardless of how often he and Jensen had joked about it. He was not going to get turned on…

"Beg. Good boy."

Fuck. Jared swallowed quickly as Jeffrey rewarded Harley with another treat, petting him roughly. Jared felt a familiar tightening in his loose jeans and was once again insanely grateful that he often wore baggy sweatshirts that hid his arousal.

"I'm gonna grab a beer, want one?" Jeffrey asked suddenly, and Jared had to force his attention away from his fantasies.

"Wha? Oh, yeah, sure." Jared let go of Sadie's leash so that she could go romp with Harley and sat down on his couch. He subtly adjusted his jeans and watched the dogs play, a small smile on his face.

A beer appeared in his line of sight and Jared automatically reached for it. To his surprise, the beer moved away from his searching hand. Jared looked up, confused, and saw Jeffrey smirking down at him.

"Beg for it."

---

As the game segued into commercials, Jared got up from the couch and stretched, his sweatshirt ridding up slightly. Jensen reached over, intending to poke him as he usually did, but Jared swatted his hand away.

He wandered into the kitchen section of his trailer, looking for some candy.

"Hey, grab me another beer, would ya?" Jensen asked, shaking his almost empty bottle.

"Yeah, sure," Jared opened the fridge and grabbed three beers, then snatched a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough from the freezer. As he walked back to the couch, Jensen caught Jared's eye and smirked. Jared raised one eyebrow and jutted his chin at Jeffrey, who appeared vitally interested in the half-time show.

Jensen grinned in reply as Jared handed him a cold beer. He sat down on the other side of Jeffrey and placed the other beers and ice cream on the end table.

They were so in tune with each other that they didn't even need to count; simultaneously, Jared and Jensen turned and pounced on Jeffrey, tickling him frantically.

Jeffrey started laughing and tried to fight their hands off, but the boys were stronger than they appeared. Jared grabbed the closest of Jeffrey's arms and held it across the back of the couch, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Jensen was doing the same thing.

They both continued to tickle the older man with their free hands until he was practically writhing beneath them, sobbing with laughter.

"St- stop!" he gasped. "Please… pl… sto-p!"

Jared glanced over at Jensen and they both grinned. Together they declared, "Beg for mercy!"

---

At first, Jared wasn't sure why Jensen and Jeffrey had agreed to help him move into his new house, other than to mock, but they actually diligently applied themselves to the task.

He wasn't moving completely to Vancouver, but had simply purchased the place so that the dogs would have a big yard to run around in while he was filming, instead of being cooped up in the trailer. Because of that, he was only moving in the bare necessities, furniture-wise; big screen TVs, couches, a bed to crash on after a hard day of filming, and of course a fully stocked kitchen.

It wasn't that the moving would take a lot of work, but it was their day off from the show, and they usually spent the time relaxing, so Jared was presently surprised when Jensen and Jeffrey both volunteered to help and finished the entire move without really complaining.

Of course Jensen whined whenever he had to pick up something heavy, but Jared had expected that.

The explanation for their altruism was quickly explained when the last piece of furniture they moved was the bed. Jensen promptly plopped down onto the mattress and hooked his foot around Jared's leg.

"Alright, we did the moving thing, now it's time to do the relaxing thing." He declared with a wicked grin.

Jared was prepared to laugh and move away when he felt a warm bulk approach him from behind. Before he could turn around, Jeffrey had gently pushed him forward, and Jared fell onto the bed.

He laughed and tried to get up, but Jensen threw his leg over his waist. "Nuh-uh. We did all that hard work for you, and now it's time to play." He smirked.

"Jensen-"

"I agree with Jensen," Jeffrey said in the voice that made shivers run down Jared's spine.

Jared looked up and saw that Jeffrey had taken his shirt off and was unbuckling his belt. A quick glance to the side revealed that Jensen was doing the same. Jared couldn't quite believe that one of his favorite fantasies was about to come true, but the tanned hand fumbling for his belt quickly snapped him back to his senses.

As Jeffrey sank onto the bed, Jared shimmied out of his shirt and tossed it aside. He exchanged a look with Jeffrey, remembering another afternoon spent together. Jeffrey smiled, and Jared rolled over, trapping Jensen between them.

"Oh, yeah!" Jensen crowed, as Jared ran his hands over his well-defined chest.

Jeffrey leaned down so that his mouth was mere inches away from Jensen's ear, and Jared could see him shiver from the proximity.

"If you want us to play along," Jeffrey whispered huskily, "you're going to have to make it worth our time."

Jared leaned up so that he could whisper into Jensen's other ear. "You're going to have to beg for it."