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alovethingTitle: a perfect day to waste away
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_mournthewicked
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Adult.
Word Count: ~ 3,900
Warnings: Unintentional exhibitionism.
Disclaimer: Look up fiction in the dictionary. You won’t find a picture of this story, but the definition of the word ‘fiction’, which this is.
Summary: It's been a record-breaking three weeks since Jensen and Jared have had sex, thanks to their incredibly hectic lives. When Jensen finds himself with a rare night off, he plans to make the most of it. (AU)
Notes: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
salt_burn_porn with the prompt 'awkward as hell', and it had no time to be run by the beta. If you find any glaring mistakes, please let me know. Title comes from this song which was playing on repeat as I wrote this. ♥
Jensen knew, in theory, how hard being a first year junior associate at a prestigious law firm would be. He knew that he would barely ever sleep, eat even less, and would constantly be getting barked at. He would be exhausted, overworked, stressed, and pissed off most of the time.
But somehow, what he didn’t anticipate was just how little time he would get to spend with his boyfriend.
While Jensen is fighting his way through a cutthroat crew of junior associates and kissing serious lawyer ass, Jared is finishing up his last year of grad school and well on his way to becoming an engineer. They’ve been together for three years now, share an apartment with both their names on the lease and everything, but lately they might as well be strangers.
So when the senior partner that Jensen has been assigned (enslaved) to comes down with a massive case of food poisoning and orders Jensen out of his office while hurling his sashimi into his fancy silver trashcan, Jensen takes the win and flees.
Five in the evening on a Friday afternoon, and he’s free. This never happens. This is downright unheard of. Jensen’s usually scarfing down a hot dog from a cart as his lunch around this time of day, and now he really isn’t sure what to do with the free time.
Strike that. He knows exactly what to do. It’s been a record-breaking three weeks since he and Jared have had sex. They’ve gone days without seeing each other, slipping in out of bed while the other is still asleep, schedules overlapping in the worst possible way. He misses Jared fiercely, and he happens to know that after his last class Jared was just going to go home and catch up on some studying.
Jensen smiles gleefully, coming up with a plan as he steps into the bustling NYC traffic and hails a cab.
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Once upon a time, Jensen was very sexy.
It’s not like he’s not nice to look at now, and his meager eating habits and constantly being sent running around Manhattan keep him in shape, but he hasn’t felt all that hot lately.
Jared has always been able to make him feel like the hottest thing alive with one heated glance in his direction, just by trailing his fingers along the back of his neck and shooting him a smile. Jared is the best thing that’s ever happened to Jensen, sweet as he is strong, funny and kind. And Jensen really, really wants to be in his arms tonight.
He decides to surprise Jared and runs home to make preparations. He straightens up and hops in the shower, scrubbing and soaping and trimming, and then skids out into the living room in a pair of underwear.
There’s a bottle of champagne that’s been in the fridge since Jensen passed the Bar because they just never had the occasion to drink it, and Jensen picked up half a dozen red roses from a conveniently placed flower stand on his way home. This whole thing is ridiculously romantic, too sappy for Jensen’s usual tastes, but Jared likes this shit and all Jensen wants to do is make him happy.
Jensen puts the champagne bottle and two wine glasses on the coffee table and goes so far as to sprinkle rose petals across their white sofa. If he’s going to go sap, he’s going all the way.
Jared should be home any minute, so Jensen kicks off his underwear and tosses them in the general direction of the bedroom before crawling onto the sofa. He tests out a few positions – hands and knees (too porn star, also uncomfortable), on his stomach (he might actually fall asleep), before finally settling on his side, head propped on his hand with one knee bent. There’s a rose dangling from the fingers of his free hand, petals tickling the delicate skin of his hips. He probably looks like a complete idiot, but Jared will at least get a laugh out of it.
And Jensen will definitely get laid.
Twenty minutes later, Jensen’s on his stomach anyway, dozing fitfully as his deep breaths make the petals around his face flutter a bit. The deadbolt clicks and disrupts Jensen from his light sleep and he scrambles back into the pose he decided on, still stuck somewhere halfway between being asleep and awake.
“Y’all go on in, let me just grab the paper.”
And that’s when Jensen’s entire body locks up, because four people that Jensen vaguely recognize all file into the apartment. Each one of them runs into the back of the person in front of them, freezing as they spot Jensen. He’s just lying there on the couch, naked as the day is long, with rose petals everywhere.
Jensen’s mouth opens and closes but he can’t move, frozen in horrified embarrassment. “Holy shit,” Jensen squeaks out, and a dark-haired guy that Jensen’s pretty sure is named Dave sort of cocks his head to the side and looks at him way too intently.
“Wow, Jared,” maybe-Dave says, “if this is what you have waiting for you at home, I have no idea how you ever make it to class.”
“What are you talking ab – oh god.” And then there’s Jared, love and light of Jensen’s life, shouldering his way to the front of the group and staring at Jensen with his face stuck somewhere between shock and amusement. “Jensen!”
The sound of Jared’s booming voice finally snaps Jensen out of his awkward-induced paralysis and he does the only thing that springs to mind – he climbs up and flips himself over the back of the sofa.
His ass hits the hardwood with a slap and he hisses, lolling to the side to rest his forehead against the back of the couch. “I’m sorry,” he says miserably.
“Babe.” Jared at least sounds like he’s trying not to laugh, so Jensen cautiously peeks over the back of the couch, eyes wide and cheeks red as he looks up at his boyfriend. “What are you doing?”
“I got the night off,” Jensen mumbles into the upholstery, “and I thought you were just going to be home studying so I wanted to surprise you.”
“That’s so sweet,” a pretty redhead coos while maybe-Dave rocks up onto his toes to try and get a better look. Jensen doesn’t want Jared hanging out with maybe-Dave anymore.
“I thought you’d be at work late, so I invited everyone over for pizza and a cram session,” Jared explains, scratching the back of his neck and rolling his lips into his mouth so he doesn’t laugh. Jensen’s fingers are curled over the back of the sofa, chin resting between his hands as he stares awkwardly.
“Looks like your boy had another cram session in mind,” maybe-Dave cackles, and actually fucking high-fives the slightly horrified looking guy next to him while the redhead and a mousy brunette named Julie giggle into their hands.
“Doug!” Jared admonishes, and whatever, Jensen was close enough. “Jensen, babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be all –“ He waves his hand around in an awkward gesture – “naked and seductive.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jensen bites out. His thighs are starting ache from squatting for so long, and that’s so not the burn he wanted to feel tonight. “Look, I hate to be a buzzkill but could you guys like, maybe not study tonight, right here?”
Jared scrunches up his nose in that adorable way of his and turns to his friends, gesturing towards the door. “You guys go on without me,” Jared tells them, and the four of them chuckle and nod as they turn to leave.
“Have fun!” Doug calls out, and Jensen sinks down to the floor with a groan. He hears the door click shut and hears Jared’s footsteps as he approaches.
“They’re gone, babe, come on out.” Jared chuckles and the sofa groans as he climbs up onto it. Jensen sighs and looks up to see Jared grinning at him from over the sofa.
“Don’t even say it,” Jensen mumbles, and Jared leans over to kiss the top of his head. He curls his fingers under Jensen’s chin and tips his face back to smile at him.
“What, don’t say that everyone knows how fucking hot my boyfriend is?” Jared bites his lip and Jensen blinks. “I mean, come on, you made me chub up in front of Doug.”
“I don’t like Doug.”
“No one likes Doug,” Jared replies, and Jensen laughs a little. “God, you’re so red. Come on.” Jared leans down and hooks his arms under Jensen’s pits and hauls him up over the back of the couch like he’s a goddamn toddler, which doesn’t do much for his level of embarrassment. But Jensen has never felt safe and comfortable with anyone like he does Jared, and the awkwardness and tension melt away as Jared’s lips brush his jaw.
“Let’s pretend that never happened,” Jared purrs, lips skirting Jensen’s ear as he lays him out flat on the sofa. The rough denim of Jared’s jeans brush against the sensitive insides of Jensen’s thighs and he bites his lip, slipping a hand under the bottom of Jared’s shirt to rub the soft skin at the base of his spine. “What would you have done when I walked in the door?”
“I would have poured you a glass of champagne,” Jensen says, smiling when Jared grins against the side of his face. “And then I would have blown you while you drank it.”
“Decadent.” Jared laughs softly and kisses the corner of Jensen’s mouth, tongue flicking out to wet it as he palms Jensen’s cheek. “Fuck, I miss you.”
“God, how long has it been since we even really kissed?” Jensen mutters, and Jared thankfully doesn’t answer. He just blankets Jensen’s body with his own and presses their mouths together. Jensen groans and opens his mouth dirty-wide for Jared’s questing tongue, tilting the pan of his pelvis up to cradle Jared’s slim hips. “Clothes off,” Jensen mumbles, tugging agitatedly at Jared’s shirt.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” Jared promises as he sits up and pulls his shirts over his head. Jensen reaches up to run his fingers along Jared’s sculpted torso, thumbing the tight points of his nipples. Jensen lets out a whine, deep and needy, and rakes his nails lightly down Jared’s stomach. “God, baby, I want you so bad.”
“Jared, come on.” Jensen surges up to wrap his hands around the back of Jared’s neck and pull him down. They kiss again, wet and messy like they’re new at this, like they haven’t been with each other hundreds of times. But it’s been so long since they’ve had this, and now that they’re here with a whole night to themselves, Jensen wants to make it last.
He wants to suck Jared’s cock until his lips are raw, wants Jared to flip him over and eat him out until he can’t even remember his own name, but first – he wants to get fucked.
Jensen sucks a mark into the juncture of Jared’s neck and shoulder as he fumbles his way out of his jeans and underwear and then finally, finally, Jared is blissfully bare against him. Jensen groans and wraps his legs greedily around Jared’s waist, bucking up against him. They’re both hard already and Jensen reaches between them to get his hand around Jared’s cock.
“Jensen, shit.” Jared grabs the back of Jensen’s neck and rolls his hips forward, fucking his fist. Jensen thumbs at the head and he fucking aches with how badly he wants Jared’s perfect dick inside him, splitting him open. “Tell me you got some lube, Jen. Wanna finger you open, know how much you love that.”
Jensen fumbles around in the cushions and comes up with the small tube he stashed there, pressing it eagerly into Jared’s hand. “It’s been too long, Jay. Gonna be so tight for you.”
Jared groans and presses their foreheads together, kissing Jensen’s mouth as he shoves his knees further apart. Jared gets lube on his fingers in that one-handed, skillful way of his, the other hand still cupping Jensen’s cheek, and rubs at Jensen’s tight, puckered entrance with the tip of his middle finger.
“I thought about getting myself ready for you,” Jensen pants, fitting his thumbs in the grooves of Jared’s hips. “But I wanted you to do it. I haven’t been fucked in weeks, Jay. You’re gonna really make me feel it, right?”
“You’ll be lucky if you can sit down tomorrow,” Jared promises in a low rasp, and Jensen groans as he slides his middle finger into his as, one slow push until he’s knuckle-deep. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.” Jared moves his finger in an out a few times before he’s impatiently pushing two in. It burns a bit but Jensen just moans, tilting his hips up and letting Jared fingerfuck him. He loves this, used to let Jared do this to him for hours, make him come again and again, and it feels just as good now as it did then.
Jared twists his fingers and then pushes in a third, pressing up against Jensen’s prostate to distract him from the burn. He rubs insistently and Jensen moans, sweat breaking out at his temples as his ass clenches down greedily around Jared’s fingers. “C’mon, babe, put it in me. Jared, please.”
“I’ve got you,” Jared mumbles against his forehead, thumbing at his swollen bottom lip. “Who knows how to take care of you better than me, huh?”
Jensen wants to answer, tell Jared how lucky he feels to have him, but then Jared is tonguing at the sensitive hollow at the bolt of his jaw and fingering him earnestly now, and he can’t find the words. Jared withdraws his fingers and Jensen barely has time to whine at the loss before Jared’s pressing the flared head of his bare cock into him. Jensen gasps as it pops past the tight ring of muscle, and Jared gives him a few shallow, tiny thrusts before pushing in deeper.
It burns, too long since the last time, not quite enough prep, but it feels so damn good. Jensen tilts his hips up and bears down, smiling proudly at Jared’s pleased groan as he sinks in to the hilt.
“Jensen, fuck, you feel so good.” Jared gives him a minute to adjust, curling one arm under his neck and kissing him soundly. Jensen clutches at Jared’s back, thumbing at the cuts of muscle there as he sucks Jared’s tongue into his mouth in an obscene imitation of what he plans on doing later. Jared groans and runs his hands down Jensen’s flanks, over his hips to grab at his inner thighs and spread his legs even wider.
“Jared, move,” Jensen grits out, and well, Jared doesn’t need to be told twice. Jensen barely has time to hook his ankles over the small of Jared’s back before he’s grabbing him by the hips and pulling out in one, long, slow drag. He holds still for a moment, fat head of his cock stretching the rim of Jensen’s ass open wide, and gives him a dirty grin that promises him one hell of a ride.
And then Jared slams in, hard enough that Jensen gets shoved up the couch a bit, and he lets out a loud cry at the shock of pleasure it sends through his every nerve. He claws at Jared’s back as he starts rolling his hips in earnest, slow out and hard in, barely leaving Jensen coherent enough to rock up to meet his thrusts.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Jensen starts babbling incoherently as he rocks up to meet Jared’s forceful thrusts. It’s always the same when Jared fucks him like this; Jensen talks and talks about how good he feels, how big Jared’s cock is, how much he loves him. He’s got a fucking filthy mouth in the thick of it and Jared loves it. He bites at Jensen’s bottom lip and then sits up, one hand on Jensen’s hip and the other on his shoulder to hold him in place as he fucks him. “Close, baby, ‘m so close. Touch me, touch me, please.”
“Soon, Jen.” Jared slips his arms under Jensen’s shoulders and hauls him up, rolling backward so he’s laying back on the sofa and Jensen’s straddling his hips, his cock never leaving the tight clutch of Jensen’s ass. His head spins at the sudden change in position and he has to brace his palms against Jared’s chest to keep from slumping forward. “You’re so fucking hot. Ride me, okay?”
Jensen whines and grinds his hips down, nails digging into Jared’s skin. “Shh, you can do it.” Jared slides his hands up Jensen’s trembling thighs, thumbs brushing the heavy swell of his balls and trailing up the wet spine of his cock before he grabs Jensen’s hips and lifts. Jensen slides his hands up to Jared’s shoulders and rises up on his knees, looking Jared right in the eye as he starts to move up and down despite the ache in his thighs. The way Jared groans is worth the burn, and Jensen’s eyes catch on the sweat gleaming in the hollow of his throat. Jared is the hottest thing he’s ever seen and he’s all his. Jensen leans down to claim the perfect pink swell of Jared’s lips in a brutal kiss before he sits up to ride Jared in earnest, like a fucking porn star in heat, if that’s what he wants.
“Oh my god, Jensen.” Jared’s gripping his hips hard enough to bruise and Jensen wants him to squeeze harder, wants to wear his marks on his skin for days afterward. Sweat clings to Jensen’s body, beads of it running down his skin in hot little swipes, only adding to the pleasure he’s feeling from head to toe.
Jared fattens up inside of him and Jensen sinks down all the way, locking down around the base of Jared’s cock to keep him from coming. Jared cries out, clutching Jensen’s hips so tight that it makes him whimper, but Jensen doesn’t deter him.
And then, finally, Jared’s fingers wrap around the thick line of Jensen’s dick, thumb rubbing slick into the head before he starts to stroke. Jensen keens, thrusts going erratic as the pleasure swells at the base of Jensen’s spine, white-hot and electric.
“Come for me, Jen,” Jared pleads, voice thick and broken. “Want it all over me.”
And that, well, that does it. Jensen tosses his head back, locking his knees around Jared’s hips as he wrings an orgasm out of him. His hips jerk with every thick spurt, all of it landing on Jared’s belly, the pale inside of his wrist. Jensen’s pulse is pounding in his ears and his vision swims, but he knows he can’t rest, not yet.
He doesn’t have Jared’s come inside of him yet, and he needs that more than he needs to catch his breath.
He falls forward, slipping an arm under Jared’s shoulders and kissing him frantically as he starts to rock his hips again. He pulls out all his tricks, milking Jared’s cock as he pulls up slow, swiveling his hips when he’s buried all the way inside. Jared’s making all these desperate noises into Jensen’s mouth, bitten off little cries, and Jensen presses his thumb to Jared’s fluttering pulse.
“Gonna fill me up, baby?” Jensen mumbles, licking wetly at the corner of Jared’s swollen mouth. “Later you can watch it all leak out of me, lick me clean. I’m yours all night, Jared, and you can have whatever you want. I just need you to come for me, okay?”
“Fuck, Jen.” Jared’s face twists up into such a blissful, erotic expression that Jensen feels pride on top of all the exhaustion and lust. And then Jared’s coming with a sharp cry of Jensen’s name, cock fattening impossibly inside of Jensen, and he moans at the feeling. It’s like nothing else, having Jared’s release hot and slick inside of him. It’s almost as good as licking the taste of it out of Jared’s mouth after he cleans him up with his tongue.
“Mm, there it is,” Jensen sighs, happy little grin on his face as he slumps forward to press his face into the curve of Jared’s neck. He shifts into as comfortable a position he can manage without letting Jared’s cock slip from ass just yet. Jared’s breathing hot and ragged against Jensen’s ear and he lets out a pleased hum when Jared’s sweaty arms wrap loosely around his waist.
“I love you,” Jared pants, and Jensen’s heart swells at the pure awe and adoration in his voice.
“Love you,” Jensen echoes, kissing the soft spot under Jared’s ear. They stay like that for a long time, quiet and peaceful, until Jared softens and slips out of Jensen. He sighs at the loss and then Jared’s fingers are there, rubbing his own come into his sore, puffy skin. “So good to me.”
“It’s my job.” Jared eventually pulls his fingers away and slides them easily into Jensen’s mouth, letting him suck them clean. After that, Jared tips Jensen’s chin up and kisses his lips. “Now, I believe you mentioned champagne?”
Jared chuckles and rolls his eyes as he sits up, leaning forward to grab the bottle. He pours out two glasses and when he turns, Jared is sitting up against the back of the couch with his legs spread, so Jensen fits himself back into the space made for him and holds up a glass. Jared takes it as he wraps his other arm around Jensen’s waist to hold him in place.
“Ah, this is the life,” Jared says after he takes a sip of his champagne. Jensen does the same, wrinkling his nose at the tickling feeling of the bubbles. “We should do this more often,” Jared says seriously, rubbing circles under Jensen’s navel. “Try our best to set aside a night every week that’s just for us.”
“I’d like that,” Jensen says softly, tipping his head back against Jared’s shoulder to smile up at him. Jared presses a smacking kiss to his cheek and takes another long gulp of his drink. “I’d also like it if we ordered a pizza.”
“Done and done.” Jared hands Jensen his glass, keeping a tight grip on him as he leans over to retrieve his phone from the pocket of his haphazardly discarded jeans. “You always were the smart one,” Jared adds as he dials. Jensen smiles and sips at his champagne as Jared places their standard order, chuckling roughly when Jared loosely grips his spent cock while he asks for an extra order of garlic knots.
He hangs up and takes his glass back from Jensen, kissing the side of his neck as he slowly strokes him back to hardness. “They said it’d be about an hour. Totally enough time for another round,” Jared whispers into his skin. “Been way too long since you fucked me. What do you say?”
Jensen turns his head to look at Jared’s smiling face, giving him a grin of his own as he twists to kiss him.
Jensen may spend most of the time stressed out, exhausted, and overworked, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t the luckiest guy in the world.
Because no matter what else happens, he has Jared, and that’s always been more than enough.
[end]
Author:
_mournthewickedPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Adult.
Word Count: ~ 3,900
Warnings: Unintentional exhibitionism.
Disclaimer: Look up fiction in the dictionary. You won’t find a picture of this story, but the definition of the word ‘fiction’, which this is.
Summary: It's been a record-breaking three weeks since Jensen and Jared have had sex, thanks to their incredibly hectic lives. When Jensen finds himself with a rare night off, he plans to make the most of it. (AU)
Notes: This was written for
salt_burn_porn with the prompt 'awkward as hell', and it had no time to be run by the beta. If you find any glaring mistakes, please let me know. Title comes from this song which was playing on repeat as I wrote this. ♥Jensen knew, in theory, how hard being a first year junior associate at a prestigious law firm would be. He knew that he would barely ever sleep, eat even less, and would constantly be getting barked at. He would be exhausted, overworked, stressed, and pissed off most of the time.
But somehow, what he didn’t anticipate was just how little time he would get to spend with his boyfriend.
While Jensen is fighting his way through a cutthroat crew of junior associates and kissing serious lawyer ass, Jared is finishing up his last year of grad school and well on his way to becoming an engineer. They’ve been together for three years now, share an apartment with both their names on the lease and everything, but lately they might as well be strangers.
So when the senior partner that Jensen has been assigned (enslaved) to comes down with a massive case of food poisoning and orders Jensen out of his office while hurling his sashimi into his fancy silver trashcan, Jensen takes the win and flees.
Five in the evening on a Friday afternoon, and he’s free. This never happens. This is downright unheard of. Jensen’s usually scarfing down a hot dog from a cart as his lunch around this time of day, and now he really isn’t sure what to do with the free time.
Strike that. He knows exactly what to do. It’s been a record-breaking three weeks since he and Jared have had sex. They’ve gone days without seeing each other, slipping in out of bed while the other is still asleep, schedules overlapping in the worst possible way. He misses Jared fiercely, and he happens to know that after his last class Jared was just going to go home and catch up on some studying.
Jensen smiles gleefully, coming up with a plan as he steps into the bustling NYC traffic and hails a cab.
Once upon a time, Jensen was very sexy.
It’s not like he’s not nice to look at now, and his meager eating habits and constantly being sent running around Manhattan keep him in shape, but he hasn’t felt all that hot lately.
Jared has always been able to make him feel like the hottest thing alive with one heated glance in his direction, just by trailing his fingers along the back of his neck and shooting him a smile. Jared is the best thing that’s ever happened to Jensen, sweet as he is strong, funny and kind. And Jensen really, really wants to be in his arms tonight.
He decides to surprise Jared and runs home to make preparations. He straightens up and hops in the shower, scrubbing and soaping and trimming, and then skids out into the living room in a pair of underwear.
There’s a bottle of champagne that’s been in the fridge since Jensen passed the Bar because they just never had the occasion to drink it, and Jensen picked up half a dozen red roses from a conveniently placed flower stand on his way home. This whole thing is ridiculously romantic, too sappy for Jensen’s usual tastes, but Jared likes this shit and all Jensen wants to do is make him happy.
Jensen puts the champagne bottle and two wine glasses on the coffee table and goes so far as to sprinkle rose petals across their white sofa. If he’s going to go sap, he’s going all the way.
Jared should be home any minute, so Jensen kicks off his underwear and tosses them in the general direction of the bedroom before crawling onto the sofa. He tests out a few positions – hands and knees (too porn star, also uncomfortable), on his stomach (he might actually fall asleep), before finally settling on his side, head propped on his hand with one knee bent. There’s a rose dangling from the fingers of his free hand, petals tickling the delicate skin of his hips. He probably looks like a complete idiot, but Jared will at least get a laugh out of it.
And Jensen will definitely get laid.
Twenty minutes later, Jensen’s on his stomach anyway, dozing fitfully as his deep breaths make the petals around his face flutter a bit. The deadbolt clicks and disrupts Jensen from his light sleep and he scrambles back into the pose he decided on, still stuck somewhere halfway between being asleep and awake.
“Y’all go on in, let me just grab the paper.”
And that’s when Jensen’s entire body locks up, because four people that Jensen vaguely recognize all file into the apartment. Each one of them runs into the back of the person in front of them, freezing as they spot Jensen. He’s just lying there on the couch, naked as the day is long, with rose petals everywhere.
Jensen’s mouth opens and closes but he can’t move, frozen in horrified embarrassment. “Holy shit,” Jensen squeaks out, and a dark-haired guy that Jensen’s pretty sure is named Dave sort of cocks his head to the side and looks at him way too intently.
“Wow, Jared,” maybe-Dave says, “if this is what you have waiting for you at home, I have no idea how you ever make it to class.”
“What are you talking ab – oh god.” And then there’s Jared, love and light of Jensen’s life, shouldering his way to the front of the group and staring at Jensen with his face stuck somewhere between shock and amusement. “Jensen!”
The sound of Jared’s booming voice finally snaps Jensen out of his awkward-induced paralysis and he does the only thing that springs to mind – he climbs up and flips himself over the back of the sofa.
His ass hits the hardwood with a slap and he hisses, lolling to the side to rest his forehead against the back of the couch. “I’m sorry,” he says miserably.
“Babe.” Jared at least sounds like he’s trying not to laugh, so Jensen cautiously peeks over the back of the couch, eyes wide and cheeks red as he looks up at his boyfriend. “What are you doing?”
“I got the night off,” Jensen mumbles into the upholstery, “and I thought you were just going to be home studying so I wanted to surprise you.”
“That’s so sweet,” a pretty redhead coos while maybe-Dave rocks up onto his toes to try and get a better look. Jensen doesn’t want Jared hanging out with maybe-Dave anymore.
“I thought you’d be at work late, so I invited everyone over for pizza and a cram session,” Jared explains, scratching the back of his neck and rolling his lips into his mouth so he doesn’t laugh. Jensen’s fingers are curled over the back of the sofa, chin resting between his hands as he stares awkwardly.
“Looks like your boy had another cram session in mind,” maybe-Dave cackles, and actually fucking high-fives the slightly horrified looking guy next to him while the redhead and a mousy brunette named Julie giggle into their hands.
“Doug!” Jared admonishes, and whatever, Jensen was close enough. “Jensen, babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be all –“ He waves his hand around in an awkward gesture – “naked and seductive.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jensen bites out. His thighs are starting ache from squatting for so long, and that’s so not the burn he wanted to feel tonight. “Look, I hate to be a buzzkill but could you guys like, maybe not study tonight, right here?”
Jared scrunches up his nose in that adorable way of his and turns to his friends, gesturing towards the door. “You guys go on without me,” Jared tells them, and the four of them chuckle and nod as they turn to leave.
“Have fun!” Doug calls out, and Jensen sinks down to the floor with a groan. He hears the door click shut and hears Jared’s footsteps as he approaches.
“They’re gone, babe, come on out.” Jared chuckles and the sofa groans as he climbs up onto it. Jensen sighs and looks up to see Jared grinning at him from over the sofa.
“Don’t even say it,” Jensen mumbles, and Jared leans over to kiss the top of his head. He curls his fingers under Jensen’s chin and tips his face back to smile at him.
“What, don’t say that everyone knows how fucking hot my boyfriend is?” Jared bites his lip and Jensen blinks. “I mean, come on, you made me chub up in front of Doug.”
“I don’t like Doug.”
“No one likes Doug,” Jared replies, and Jensen laughs a little. “God, you’re so red. Come on.” Jared leans down and hooks his arms under Jensen’s pits and hauls him up over the back of the couch like he’s a goddamn toddler, which doesn’t do much for his level of embarrassment. But Jensen has never felt safe and comfortable with anyone like he does Jared, and the awkwardness and tension melt away as Jared’s lips brush his jaw.
“Let’s pretend that never happened,” Jared purrs, lips skirting Jensen’s ear as he lays him out flat on the sofa. The rough denim of Jared’s jeans brush against the sensitive insides of Jensen’s thighs and he bites his lip, slipping a hand under the bottom of Jared’s shirt to rub the soft skin at the base of his spine. “What would you have done when I walked in the door?”
“I would have poured you a glass of champagne,” Jensen says, smiling when Jared grins against the side of his face. “And then I would have blown you while you drank it.”
“Decadent.” Jared laughs softly and kisses the corner of Jensen’s mouth, tongue flicking out to wet it as he palms Jensen’s cheek. “Fuck, I miss you.”
“God, how long has it been since we even really kissed?” Jensen mutters, and Jared thankfully doesn’t answer. He just blankets Jensen’s body with his own and presses their mouths together. Jensen groans and opens his mouth dirty-wide for Jared’s questing tongue, tilting the pan of his pelvis up to cradle Jared’s slim hips. “Clothes off,” Jensen mumbles, tugging agitatedly at Jared’s shirt.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” Jared promises as he sits up and pulls his shirts over his head. Jensen reaches up to run his fingers along Jared’s sculpted torso, thumbing the tight points of his nipples. Jensen lets out a whine, deep and needy, and rakes his nails lightly down Jared’s stomach. “God, baby, I want you so bad.”
“Jared, come on.” Jensen surges up to wrap his hands around the back of Jared’s neck and pull him down. They kiss again, wet and messy like they’re new at this, like they haven’t been with each other hundreds of times. But it’s been so long since they’ve had this, and now that they’re here with a whole night to themselves, Jensen wants to make it last.
He wants to suck Jared’s cock until his lips are raw, wants Jared to flip him over and eat him out until he can’t even remember his own name, but first – he wants to get fucked.
Jensen sucks a mark into the juncture of Jared’s neck and shoulder as he fumbles his way out of his jeans and underwear and then finally, finally, Jared is blissfully bare against him. Jensen groans and wraps his legs greedily around Jared’s waist, bucking up against him. They’re both hard already and Jensen reaches between them to get his hand around Jared’s cock.
“Jensen, shit.” Jared grabs the back of Jensen’s neck and rolls his hips forward, fucking his fist. Jensen thumbs at the head and he fucking aches with how badly he wants Jared’s perfect dick inside him, splitting him open. “Tell me you got some lube, Jen. Wanna finger you open, know how much you love that.”
Jensen fumbles around in the cushions and comes up with the small tube he stashed there, pressing it eagerly into Jared’s hand. “It’s been too long, Jay. Gonna be so tight for you.”
Jared groans and presses their foreheads together, kissing Jensen’s mouth as he shoves his knees further apart. Jared gets lube on his fingers in that one-handed, skillful way of his, the other hand still cupping Jensen’s cheek, and rubs at Jensen’s tight, puckered entrance with the tip of his middle finger.
“I thought about getting myself ready for you,” Jensen pants, fitting his thumbs in the grooves of Jared’s hips. “But I wanted you to do it. I haven’t been fucked in weeks, Jay. You’re gonna really make me feel it, right?”
“You’ll be lucky if you can sit down tomorrow,” Jared promises in a low rasp, and Jensen groans as he slides his middle finger into his as, one slow push until he’s knuckle-deep. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.” Jared moves his finger in an out a few times before he’s impatiently pushing two in. It burns a bit but Jensen just moans, tilting his hips up and letting Jared fingerfuck him. He loves this, used to let Jared do this to him for hours, make him come again and again, and it feels just as good now as it did then.
Jared twists his fingers and then pushes in a third, pressing up against Jensen’s prostate to distract him from the burn. He rubs insistently and Jensen moans, sweat breaking out at his temples as his ass clenches down greedily around Jared’s fingers. “C’mon, babe, put it in me. Jared, please.”
“I’ve got you,” Jared mumbles against his forehead, thumbing at his swollen bottom lip. “Who knows how to take care of you better than me, huh?”
Jensen wants to answer, tell Jared how lucky he feels to have him, but then Jared is tonguing at the sensitive hollow at the bolt of his jaw and fingering him earnestly now, and he can’t find the words. Jared withdraws his fingers and Jensen barely has time to whine at the loss before Jared’s pressing the flared head of his bare cock into him. Jensen gasps as it pops past the tight ring of muscle, and Jared gives him a few shallow, tiny thrusts before pushing in deeper.
It burns, too long since the last time, not quite enough prep, but it feels so damn good. Jensen tilts his hips up and bears down, smiling proudly at Jared’s pleased groan as he sinks in to the hilt.
“Jensen, fuck, you feel so good.” Jared gives him a minute to adjust, curling one arm under his neck and kissing him soundly. Jensen clutches at Jared’s back, thumbing at the cuts of muscle there as he sucks Jared’s tongue into his mouth in an obscene imitation of what he plans on doing later. Jared groans and runs his hands down Jensen’s flanks, over his hips to grab at his inner thighs and spread his legs even wider.
“Jared, move,” Jensen grits out, and well, Jared doesn’t need to be told twice. Jensen barely has time to hook his ankles over the small of Jared’s back before he’s grabbing him by the hips and pulling out in one, long, slow drag. He holds still for a moment, fat head of his cock stretching the rim of Jensen’s ass open wide, and gives him a dirty grin that promises him one hell of a ride.
And then Jared slams in, hard enough that Jensen gets shoved up the couch a bit, and he lets out a loud cry at the shock of pleasure it sends through his every nerve. He claws at Jared’s back as he starts rolling his hips in earnest, slow out and hard in, barely leaving Jensen coherent enough to rock up to meet his thrusts.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Jensen starts babbling incoherently as he rocks up to meet Jared’s forceful thrusts. It’s always the same when Jared fucks him like this; Jensen talks and talks about how good he feels, how big Jared’s cock is, how much he loves him. He’s got a fucking filthy mouth in the thick of it and Jared loves it. He bites at Jensen’s bottom lip and then sits up, one hand on Jensen’s hip and the other on his shoulder to hold him in place as he fucks him. “Close, baby, ‘m so close. Touch me, touch me, please.”
“Soon, Jen.” Jared slips his arms under Jensen’s shoulders and hauls him up, rolling backward so he’s laying back on the sofa and Jensen’s straddling his hips, his cock never leaving the tight clutch of Jensen’s ass. His head spins at the sudden change in position and he has to brace his palms against Jared’s chest to keep from slumping forward. “You’re so fucking hot. Ride me, okay?”
Jensen whines and grinds his hips down, nails digging into Jared’s skin. “Shh, you can do it.” Jared slides his hands up Jensen’s trembling thighs, thumbs brushing the heavy swell of his balls and trailing up the wet spine of his cock before he grabs Jensen’s hips and lifts. Jensen slides his hands up to Jared’s shoulders and rises up on his knees, looking Jared right in the eye as he starts to move up and down despite the ache in his thighs. The way Jared groans is worth the burn, and Jensen’s eyes catch on the sweat gleaming in the hollow of his throat. Jared is the hottest thing he’s ever seen and he’s all his. Jensen leans down to claim the perfect pink swell of Jared’s lips in a brutal kiss before he sits up to ride Jared in earnest, like a fucking porn star in heat, if that’s what he wants.
“Oh my god, Jensen.” Jared’s gripping his hips hard enough to bruise and Jensen wants him to squeeze harder, wants to wear his marks on his skin for days afterward. Sweat clings to Jensen’s body, beads of it running down his skin in hot little swipes, only adding to the pleasure he’s feeling from head to toe.
Jared fattens up inside of him and Jensen sinks down all the way, locking down around the base of Jared’s cock to keep him from coming. Jared cries out, clutching Jensen’s hips so tight that it makes him whimper, but Jensen doesn’t deter him.
And then, finally, Jared’s fingers wrap around the thick line of Jensen’s dick, thumb rubbing slick into the head before he starts to stroke. Jensen keens, thrusts going erratic as the pleasure swells at the base of Jensen’s spine, white-hot and electric.
“Come for me, Jen,” Jared pleads, voice thick and broken. “Want it all over me.”
And that, well, that does it. Jensen tosses his head back, locking his knees around Jared’s hips as he wrings an orgasm out of him. His hips jerk with every thick spurt, all of it landing on Jared’s belly, the pale inside of his wrist. Jensen’s pulse is pounding in his ears and his vision swims, but he knows he can’t rest, not yet.
He doesn’t have Jared’s come inside of him yet, and he needs that more than he needs to catch his breath.
He falls forward, slipping an arm under Jared’s shoulders and kissing him frantically as he starts to rock his hips again. He pulls out all his tricks, milking Jared’s cock as he pulls up slow, swiveling his hips when he’s buried all the way inside. Jared’s making all these desperate noises into Jensen’s mouth, bitten off little cries, and Jensen presses his thumb to Jared’s fluttering pulse.
“Gonna fill me up, baby?” Jensen mumbles, licking wetly at the corner of Jared’s swollen mouth. “Later you can watch it all leak out of me, lick me clean. I’m yours all night, Jared, and you can have whatever you want. I just need you to come for me, okay?”
“Fuck, Jen.” Jared’s face twists up into such a blissful, erotic expression that Jensen feels pride on top of all the exhaustion and lust. And then Jared’s coming with a sharp cry of Jensen’s name, cock fattening impossibly inside of Jensen, and he moans at the feeling. It’s like nothing else, having Jared’s release hot and slick inside of him. It’s almost as good as licking the taste of it out of Jared’s mouth after he cleans him up with his tongue.
“Mm, there it is,” Jensen sighs, happy little grin on his face as he slumps forward to press his face into the curve of Jared’s neck. He shifts into as comfortable a position he can manage without letting Jared’s cock slip from ass just yet. Jared’s breathing hot and ragged against Jensen’s ear and he lets out a pleased hum when Jared’s sweaty arms wrap loosely around his waist.
“I love you,” Jared pants, and Jensen’s heart swells at the pure awe and adoration in his voice.
“Love you,” Jensen echoes, kissing the soft spot under Jared’s ear. They stay like that for a long time, quiet and peaceful, until Jared softens and slips out of Jensen. He sighs at the loss and then Jared’s fingers are there, rubbing his own come into his sore, puffy skin. “So good to me.”
“It’s my job.” Jared eventually pulls his fingers away and slides them easily into Jensen’s mouth, letting him suck them clean. After that, Jared tips Jensen’s chin up and kisses his lips. “Now, I believe you mentioned champagne?”
Jared chuckles and rolls his eyes as he sits up, leaning forward to grab the bottle. He pours out two glasses and when he turns, Jared is sitting up against the back of the couch with his legs spread, so Jensen fits himself back into the space made for him and holds up a glass. Jared takes it as he wraps his other arm around Jensen’s waist to hold him in place.
“Ah, this is the life,” Jared says after he takes a sip of his champagne. Jensen does the same, wrinkling his nose at the tickling feeling of the bubbles. “We should do this more often,” Jared says seriously, rubbing circles under Jensen’s navel. “Try our best to set aside a night every week that’s just for us.”
“I’d like that,” Jensen says softly, tipping his head back against Jared’s shoulder to smile up at him. Jared presses a smacking kiss to his cheek and takes another long gulp of his drink. “I’d also like it if we ordered a pizza.”
“Done and done.” Jared hands Jensen his glass, keeping a tight grip on him as he leans over to retrieve his phone from the pocket of his haphazardly discarded jeans. “You always were the smart one,” Jared adds as he dials. Jensen smiles and sips at his champagne as Jared places their standard order, chuckling roughly when Jared loosely grips his spent cock while he asks for an extra order of garlic knots.
He hangs up and takes his glass back from Jensen, kissing the side of his neck as he slowly strokes him back to hardness. “They said it’d be about an hour. Totally enough time for another round,” Jared whispers into his skin. “Been way too long since you fucked me. What do you say?”
Jensen turns his head to look at Jared’s smiling face, giving him a grin of his own as he twists to kiss him.
Jensen may spend most of the time stressed out, exhausted, and overworked, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t the luckiest guy in the world.
Because no matter what else happens, he has Jared, and that’s always been more than enough.
