Jensen's Ass Is Awesome. (a ficlet for dugindeep and aldehyde)
The other day, miss dugindeep declared that I didn't fully appreciate a certain part of one Jensen Ackles' exemplary body. I was bid do penance. So then this happened.
This is also for aldehyde because...well, she knows why. ♥
The house is quiet and feels completely empty. Jared would assume it was empty if it weren’t for Jensen’s car in the driveway, and the fact that Jensen called him while he was at the grocery store, reminding him to get hot sauce and half and half, and hadn’t mentioned going out anywhere.
(“You think I can’t shop without your help?” Jared had said, mock indignantly. “I am a great grocery shopper. I am the best grocery shopper.”
“Did you remember that we needed hot sauce?” Jensen had asked.
“No,” Jared had admitted. “Oh, look, they’re giving away corndogs!” And then he’d hung up and eaten three of the little corndogs. (You were only supposed to get one, but the sample girl had seemed charmed by Jared’s enthusiasm for corndogs.))
“Jensen?” Jared calls as he put away the groceries like a motherfucking adult.
There’s a muffled groaning from the bedroom, and Jared knows from experience that that is the sound of a sleepy Jensen. Jared finishes putting the groceries away, wanders down the hall, and pokes his head inside the bedroom. He freezes at the sight.
Jensen is mostly naked, lying on the bed on his stomach, his face pressed into a pillow. The curve of his back is exposed, and Jared’s fingers itch to run up along his spine. But it’s the minimal clothes that Jensen is wearing that catch his attention.
“Jensen,” Jared says quietly. His boyfriend turns his head a little and opens one eye sleepily. “Jensen, are you wearing my soccer shorts?”
A slow smile appears on the half of Jensen’s face that Jared can see.
“You like them?” he asks, his voice scratchy with sleep.
The silky material stretches out over the curves of Jensen’s truly excellent ass, and Jared just kind of stares.
“Holy shit,” he says, brilliantly.
“Come here,” Jensen says. Jared obeys, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor as he makes his way to the bed. He drops down next to Jensen, and strokes his hand lightly down Jensen’s back. He hesitates briefly when he reaches the edge of the shorts, then lifts his hand to cup Jensen’s ass.
Jared is a pretty tactile guy - he likes touching and hugging, okay? Nothing wrong with that. And right now, the silky material of the soccer shorts, worn soft by a thousand washings, pulled over Jensen’s muscular rounded ass, is pretty much the best thing he’s ever touched. He strokes his right hand down and back up, and then over, to the other buttock.
“You got a thing for my ass, huh?” Jensen asks.
“Um, duh.” Jared isn’t sure why he’s even asking. “You have to ask?”
Jensen lifts his head up so that Jared can see his whole face. He just grins, the corner of his eyes crinkling up, and Jared knows he’s not fooling anyone.
So he gives up, just leans down and runs his hands along the backs of Jensen’s legs, up and under the bottom of the shorts. They’re a size too big for him - they are Jared’s shorts, after all - and there’s enough room. Jensen’s skin is hot under his hands and suddenly, nice as the shorts are, Jared has to see. He pulls his hands out, hooks both his index fingers under the waistband, and gently tugs, giving Jensen the time to lift his hips up. He pulls the shorts down, and off completely, dropping them onto the floor.
Naked, Jensen’s ass is even more spectacular. Jared smacks it, once, just because he can.
“Ow, you fucker, we need to agree on a safeword first,” Jensen bitches.
“Aw babe, you know you wouldn’t need a safeword with me,” Jared tells him in a teasing tone. He smacks Jensen’s ass again, more lightly this time. “I always know what you want, don’t I?”
Jensen just huffs out a laugh. “Remember the time with the-“
“We agreed to never mention that incident again!” Jared interrupts. He can feel the flush burning his cheeks, and Jensen cracks up.
“You’re adorable,” Jensen tells him, and Jared lies down next to him on the bed, one hand still comfortably resting on the swell of Jensen’s ass.
“Just like you a lot.”
“It’s my sparkling personality, right?”
“That’s part of it,” Jared agrees. He pinches Jensen’s ass. “But it’s not your only redeeming feature.”
This is also for aldehyde because...well, she knows why. ♥
The house is quiet and feels completely empty. Jared would assume it was empty if it weren’t for Jensen’s car in the driveway, and the fact that Jensen called him while he was at the grocery store, reminding him to get hot sauce and half and half, and hadn’t mentioned going out anywhere.
(“You think I can’t shop without your help?” Jared had said, mock indignantly. “I am a great grocery shopper. I am the best grocery shopper.”
“Did you remember that we needed hot sauce?” Jensen had asked.
“No,” Jared had admitted. “Oh, look, they’re giving away corndogs!” And then he’d hung up and eaten three of the little corndogs. (You were only supposed to get one, but the sample girl had seemed charmed by Jared’s enthusiasm for corndogs.))
“Jensen?” Jared calls as he put away the groceries like a motherfucking adult.
There’s a muffled groaning from the bedroom, and Jared knows from experience that that is the sound of a sleepy Jensen. Jared finishes putting the groceries away, wanders down the hall, and pokes his head inside the bedroom. He freezes at the sight.
Jensen is mostly naked, lying on the bed on his stomach, his face pressed into a pillow. The curve of his back is exposed, and Jared’s fingers itch to run up along his spine. But it’s the minimal clothes that Jensen is wearing that catch his attention.
“Jensen,” Jared says quietly. His boyfriend turns his head a little and opens one eye sleepily. “Jensen, are you wearing my soccer shorts?”
A slow smile appears on the half of Jensen’s face that Jared can see.
“You like them?” he asks, his voice scratchy with sleep.
The silky material stretches out over the curves of Jensen’s truly excellent ass, and Jared just kind of stares.
“Holy shit,” he says, brilliantly.
“Come here,” Jensen says. Jared obeys, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor as he makes his way to the bed. He drops down next to Jensen, and strokes his hand lightly down Jensen’s back. He hesitates briefly when he reaches the edge of the shorts, then lifts his hand to cup Jensen’s ass.
Jared is a pretty tactile guy - he likes touching and hugging, okay? Nothing wrong with that. And right now, the silky material of the soccer shorts, worn soft by a thousand washings, pulled over Jensen’s muscular rounded ass, is pretty much the best thing he’s ever touched. He strokes his right hand down and back up, and then over, to the other buttock.
“You got a thing for my ass, huh?” Jensen asks.
“Um, duh.” Jared isn’t sure why he’s even asking. “You have to ask?”
Jensen lifts his head up so that Jared can see his whole face. He just grins, the corner of his eyes crinkling up, and Jared knows he’s not fooling anyone.
So he gives up, just leans down and runs his hands along the backs of Jensen’s legs, up and under the bottom of the shorts. They’re a size too big for him - they are Jared’s shorts, after all - and there’s enough room. Jensen’s skin is hot under his hands and suddenly, nice as the shorts are, Jared has to see. He pulls his hands out, hooks both his index fingers under the waistband, and gently tugs, giving Jensen the time to lift his hips up. He pulls the shorts down, and off completely, dropping them onto the floor.
Naked, Jensen’s ass is even more spectacular. Jared smacks it, once, just because he can.
“Ow, you fucker, we need to agree on a safeword first,” Jensen bitches.
“Aw babe, you know you wouldn’t need a safeword with me,” Jared tells him in a teasing tone. He smacks Jensen’s ass again, more lightly this time. “I always know what you want, don’t I?”
Jensen just huffs out a laugh. “Remember the time with the-“
“We agreed to never mention that incident again!” Jared interrupts. He can feel the flush burning his cheeks, and Jensen cracks up.
“You’re adorable,” Jensen tells him, and Jared lies down next to him on the bed, one hand still comfortably resting on the swell of Jensen’s ass.
“Just like you a lot.”
“It’s my sparkling personality, right?”
“That’s part of it,” Jared agrees. He pinches Jensen’s ass. “But it’s not your only redeeming feature.”