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Title: Fahrenheit or Centigrade
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,000
Summary: PWP: Jared, Jensen, & wax.
Disclaimer: Never happened, would be nice if it did.
A/N: Thanks to the lovely kashmir1 for the beta. And this is for [insert your name here]. I kinda just love my friends more than words and can never pay back their loveliness. (Could I have used love or lovely one more time here?)
It’s pouring, the already dark Vancouver sky shattered by long lines. The rain drops dribble down the window above the bed in rivulets and Jared studies them, watches the intricate patterns they trace over the glass.
The street light casts shadows into the room, painted trails that slide over Jensen’s face, phantom tears running over the sharp line of his cheek. Jared brings his thumb up to trace the path that they take, smooth skin twitching beneath his fingertip. Dark slide over pale flesh, connect the dots, a trembling touch that gives way to the steady pull of warmth as the pad seeks the heat of Jensen’s mouth.
The silence is broken only by short gasps, the patter of rain on the sill, the quiet slide of skin on skin. Beads of sweat pool at the base of Jared’s spine, the sheets sticking as he arches up into the all encompassing heat of Jensen’s hand on his cock. The span of his back melts into the mattress while tendrils of hair fall into his eyes and Jensen nuzzles them back with the tip of his nose, warm breath ghosting over Jared’s lips.
It’s so slow, Jensen’s body covering his like honey, sugary sweetness soaking into his skin, coursing through his veins. Jensen’s barely moving his hand, just short jerks, his palm wrapped around Jared’s cock tight, possessive. His thumb swirls over the head, pressing against the slit and Jared groans, the over-sensitivity shooting sparks behind his lids.
“I want to see you fall apart,” Jensen growls, teeth worrying the fleshy lobe of Jared’s ear. His breath catches, an ever tightening pulse coiling inside his chest, low in his gut. He exhales, Jensen’s lips dragging along the line of his neck, and squirms closer, thrusting up into Jensen’s hand, desperately trying to get more friction, more warmth, more more more.
Jensen pulls away then, allowing only the contact of his lips on Jared’s skin, tongue dipping into the hollow of his throat. The pleasure ebbs and recedes, a tide that laps and nips and sucks away the shoreline of Jared’s sanity.
“I want to see you come, Jared, want to see you twist and moan and come white hot, lose yourself to this moment.” Jensen’s sitting back on his heels, his cock blood-filled and dark against his stomach and Jared can hardly breathe for lack of contact.
“Need…Jen,” he’s begging, bucking his hips against the steady weight of Jensen settled across his thighs, but Jensen just holds him down, one hand splayed across his chest, his pinkie finger lightly grazing over Jared’s nipple.
“I’ll get you there,” Jensen promises, stretching over Jared’s body to reach the nightstand. He grabs the candle that sits there and Jared stills completely, eyes tracking Jensen’s slow movement, the sure balance of his arm. The constriction in his chest tightens another notch, and Jared gnaws his lower lip.
“I don’t…Jensen, no,” he tries to keep his voice from quivering, tries to make it a statement, a demand. Wax just isn’t his thing. Even if it makes him sound girly, he doesn’t care. The shit peels away at his skin, dries it out, and Jared had seen more than enough of it for one lifetime.
Though it had never been at Jensen’s hand.
Jensen’s fingers circle Jared’s wrist, a loose loop that feels far too much like a noose. “We’ll go slow,” Jensen says, a mere whisper into the palm of Jared’s hand. The flame reflects in Jensen’s eyes, cat like green, wild and hooded, and blood thunders in Jared’s ears. Jensen presses Jared’s fingers against his lips, a soft promise.
The first splash has him grinding his teeth together, just a few drops falling on the back of his hand. They roll over the sensitive skin between his forefinger and thumb, two lone trails that pool and harden. Jared takes a deep breath, bracing himself for the crack and peel as Jensen strips the piece away.
And then there’s heat, blazing along his spine. Jensen sucks two of Jared’s fingers past his lips, the pad of his thumb stroking lightly over the inflamed area of Jared’s hand. It tingles, raw skin as naked and aching as his now neglected cock. When Jensen flicks his tongue between the Vs of Jared’s fingers, the pleasure is undeniable. Jared rolls his hips, trying to ride the wave of it.
And then Jensen presses his thumb down. White sparks shoot behind Jared’s eyes. Too much heat, absolute fire and pain. He thinks he hears Jensen chuckle, but when Jared opens his eyes once more, Jensen is simply staring at him, turning his hand over to press his lips feather light against the welt.
“You with me, Jay?”
Just a slow breath in, a slow breath out. Jared focuses of the intensity of Jensen’s gaze, sees the fire dancing in the deep pools of his eyes, sees the desire. He knows that all he has to do is say no and Jensen will stop. He trusts him.
Jared nods.
Heat blossoms from the center of his chest, and he bucks up so hard he’s sure he’ll snap his own spine in two. Jensen gave no warning, just tilted the candle and let a much larger stream of wax - molten hot lava burning away at his skin - splatter right on the open and exposed area. He tracks the red river as it slowly crawls down his torso. The slide of it is not unlike the shadow lines still dripping down Jensen’s features.
Jensen drags his fingers through the gel-like pool, coating them with wax. Jared pants, writhing beneath him when Jensen slides his hand up to roll one nipple between covered fingertips. Nonsense falls from Jared’s lips, curses and pleas, his body a tight wire, heat flooding through his limbs. He bucks his hips once more, the head of his cock grazing along Jensen’s thigh, and begs.
“Please. Jensen.”
Jensen only pinches harder and grinds down; bends to slant his lips over Jared’s and capture his moans. The shift has Jared shuddering, and he wraps one hand around the back of Jensen’s neck, thrusting his tongue between plush lips, soft and just as scorching as the wax cooling on his chest. There is a sharp nip to his lower lip when Jensen’s chest finally connects with his own, the warm liquid connecting with his body. Jensen pulls away and the fragrance of the candle, warmed again by the heat of their bodies, permeates the air.
“What do you want, Jay?”
Everything, all of it, you. The words fly through his mind at lightning speed; get lost within the burning pleasure, the cool chill of air that races over his sweat-slicked skin. Jared only groans, arches up again at the slide of wax that falls upon the tender skin of his right hip. The shock is just as great, just as unexpected, but Jensen is right there, palm holding him down, pressing himagainst the sheets, urging him to melt into the mattress.
It’s a kiss of fire, and it takes Jared a moment to realize that the choked sob that assaults his ears is his own. Stars dance before his eyes, shooting away into a haze of white, the sight of Jensen hovering above his hip almost a mirage. When Jensen purses his lips together and blows a long stream of air over the wax, Jared feels it slide into the dips and curves of his hip. He’s torn by the alternate chill and burn.
Jared bites his lip, draining it of color with his teeth, and tosses his head back on the damp pillow. Sweat drips into his eyes, and he scrunches them tight, the sting a mere annoyance compared to the peel of wax from his skin, Jensen’s fingers circling the swollen welt. His touches are light, teasing, and when his breath ghosts along the underside of Jared’s cock, Jared feels as if his heart will burst from his chest, the drum of it pounding in his ears, in his wrists, in his toes.
It’s overwhelming, the race of heat along his spine. His nerves are jagged, shredded into fragments, sobs and moans that float away and mingle with the shadows playing in the corners of the room. Jensen presses his mouth over the spot on Jared’s hip, slides his fingertips slowly up his cock, and Jared rips in two. The raw scrape of Jensen’s tongue over flesh is too much, the slide of smooth wax-covered fingertips along his shaft the final straw. He spills over Jensen’s knuckles and claws at the sheets; twists his body away from the heat of him, away from the fire that consumes.
His body feels wrecked, and he hisses when Jensen climbs over his limbs, face flushed and eyes heavily lidded. “So. Fucking. Gorgeous.” Jensen proclaims, punctuating every word with a kiss along Jared’s jaw. Jared scrapes blunt fingernails over Jensen’s back, feels the muscles ripple beneath his touch. The press of Jensen’s cock against his thigh makes his head swim. Jared wants, he needs…
“You,” he exhales. “Jen, wanna see…”
And Jensen’s right there, doesn’t hesitate a moment. He pulls himself from Jared’s arms and leans back, his knees bracketing Jared’s hips. The lines of his stomach are smooth and toned, and Jared raises a lazy arm to trail fingers from his belly button down, just a small brush over skin that elicits a jump of muscle in Jensen’s abdomen. Jensen gazes down at him, lashes fluttering against his cheek, and wraps his hand around his cock.
The movement is hypnotic, Jensen’s eyes sliding shut as he strokes himself, his hips shifting in small circles. The rain still falls outside, shadow lines trailing down Jensen’s chest, streaking him with its phantom caress. His lips part, shiny and slick, and every hitch in his breath pulls oxygen from Jared’s lungs as well. His cock twitches with interest, brushes against the soft skin of Jensen’s inner thigh, and Jensen moans at the contact.
The serpentine motion of Jensen’s body has Jared marveling. Roll of hips, twist of wrist, arch of spine; long stretch of pale skin begging to be marked and claimed. Jared presses his thumbs into the groove of Jensen’s hip, feels the heat radiating off him in waves. Watches the clench of thighs, the catch of his lower lip between teeth, the bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Jared shivers at the sight, wants nothing more than to flip him over and fuck him right into the dirty sheets, but his limbs won’t cooperate, his heart rate won’t slow.
And then Jensen is arching above him, soft mewling pouring from is throat as if he’s trying to hold it all back. His thumb rolls over the head of his cock and then he’s coming in spurts right in the middle of Jared’s chest.
Jared feels his brain dissolve, his eyes going wide as Jensen’s pop open, stare him down and pin him in place. As Jensen marks him once more, searing his claim over wax and raw skin, open heart.
The room is quiet, only flicker of flame and heavy breath breaking through the silence. Jensen flops down beside Jared, twines limbs loose and heavy with exhaustion between his own, drags fingers over the curve of Jared’s neck before pressing his lips to the same spot.
Just a slow breath in, a slow breath out. Jared tilts his head back on the pillow, grants Jensen better access, and watches the rivers sliding down the window. Stares out into the darkened night sky and feels Jensen’s breath even out, feels his own heart slow down to keep the steady rhythm that they share.
It’s slow, and sure, and sweeter than anything Jared has ever known.
Come morning, though, Jensen is still gonna be the one cleaning the fucking sheets.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,000
Summary: PWP: Jared, Jensen, & wax.
Disclaimer: Never happened, would be nice if it did.
A/N: Thanks to the lovely kashmir1 for the beta. And this is for [insert your name here]. I kinda just love my friends more than words and can never pay back their loveliness. (Could I have used love or lovely one more time here?)
It’s pouring, the already dark Vancouver sky shattered by long lines. The rain drops dribble down the window above the bed in rivulets and Jared studies them, watches the intricate patterns they trace over the glass.
The street light casts shadows into the room, painted trails that slide over Jensen’s face, phantom tears running over the sharp line of his cheek. Jared brings his thumb up to trace the path that they take, smooth skin twitching beneath his fingertip. Dark slide over pale flesh, connect the dots, a trembling touch that gives way to the steady pull of warmth as the pad seeks the heat of Jensen’s mouth.
The silence is broken only by short gasps, the patter of rain on the sill, the quiet slide of skin on skin. Beads of sweat pool at the base of Jared’s spine, the sheets sticking as he arches up into the all encompassing heat of Jensen’s hand on his cock. The span of his back melts into the mattress while tendrils of hair fall into his eyes and Jensen nuzzles them back with the tip of his nose, warm breath ghosting over Jared’s lips.
It’s so slow, Jensen’s body covering his like honey, sugary sweetness soaking into his skin, coursing through his veins. Jensen’s barely moving his hand, just short jerks, his palm wrapped around Jared’s cock tight, possessive. His thumb swirls over the head, pressing against the slit and Jared groans, the over-sensitivity shooting sparks behind his lids.
“I want to see you fall apart,” Jensen growls, teeth worrying the fleshy lobe of Jared’s ear. His breath catches, an ever tightening pulse coiling inside his chest, low in his gut. He exhales, Jensen’s lips dragging along the line of his neck, and squirms closer, thrusting up into Jensen’s hand, desperately trying to get more friction, more warmth, more more more.
Jensen pulls away then, allowing only the contact of his lips on Jared’s skin, tongue dipping into the hollow of his throat. The pleasure ebbs and recedes, a tide that laps and nips and sucks away the shoreline of Jared’s sanity.
“I want to see you come, Jared, want to see you twist and moan and come white hot, lose yourself to this moment.” Jensen’s sitting back on his heels, his cock blood-filled and dark against his stomach and Jared can hardly breathe for lack of contact.
“Need…Jen,” he’s begging, bucking his hips against the steady weight of Jensen settled across his thighs, but Jensen just holds him down, one hand splayed across his chest, his pinkie finger lightly grazing over Jared’s nipple.
“I’ll get you there,” Jensen promises, stretching over Jared’s body to reach the nightstand. He grabs the candle that sits there and Jared stills completely, eyes tracking Jensen’s slow movement, the sure balance of his arm. The constriction in his chest tightens another notch, and Jared gnaws his lower lip.
“I don’t…Jensen, no,” he tries to keep his voice from quivering, tries to make it a statement, a demand. Wax just isn’t his thing. Even if it makes him sound girly, he doesn’t care. The shit peels away at his skin, dries it out, and Jared had seen more than enough of it for one lifetime.
Though it had never been at Jensen’s hand.
Jensen’s fingers circle Jared’s wrist, a loose loop that feels far too much like a noose. “We’ll go slow,” Jensen says, a mere whisper into the palm of Jared’s hand. The flame reflects in Jensen’s eyes, cat like green, wild and hooded, and blood thunders in Jared’s ears. Jensen presses Jared’s fingers against his lips, a soft promise.
The first splash has him grinding his teeth together, just a few drops falling on the back of his hand. They roll over the sensitive skin between his forefinger and thumb, two lone trails that pool and harden. Jared takes a deep breath, bracing himself for the crack and peel as Jensen strips the piece away.
And then there’s heat, blazing along his spine. Jensen sucks two of Jared’s fingers past his lips, the pad of his thumb stroking lightly over the inflamed area of Jared’s hand. It tingles, raw skin as naked and aching as his now neglected cock. When Jensen flicks his tongue between the Vs of Jared’s fingers, the pleasure is undeniable. Jared rolls his hips, trying to ride the wave of it.
And then Jensen presses his thumb down. White sparks shoot behind Jared’s eyes. Too much heat, absolute fire and pain. He thinks he hears Jensen chuckle, but when Jared opens his eyes once more, Jensen is simply staring at him, turning his hand over to press his lips feather light against the welt.
“You with me, Jay?”
Just a slow breath in, a slow breath out. Jared focuses of the intensity of Jensen’s gaze, sees the fire dancing in the deep pools of his eyes, sees the desire. He knows that all he has to do is say no and Jensen will stop. He trusts him.
Jared nods.
Heat blossoms from the center of his chest, and he bucks up so hard he’s sure he’ll snap his own spine in two. Jensen gave no warning, just tilted the candle and let a much larger stream of wax - molten hot lava burning away at his skin - splatter right on the open and exposed area. He tracks the red river as it slowly crawls down his torso. The slide of it is not unlike the shadow lines still dripping down Jensen’s features.
Jensen drags his fingers through the gel-like pool, coating them with wax. Jared pants, writhing beneath him when Jensen slides his hand up to roll one nipple between covered fingertips. Nonsense falls from Jared’s lips, curses and pleas, his body a tight wire, heat flooding through his limbs. He bucks his hips once more, the head of his cock grazing along Jensen’s thigh, and begs.
“Please. Jensen.”
Jensen only pinches harder and grinds down; bends to slant his lips over Jared’s and capture his moans. The shift has Jared shuddering, and he wraps one hand around the back of Jensen’s neck, thrusting his tongue between plush lips, soft and just as scorching as the wax cooling on his chest. There is a sharp nip to his lower lip when Jensen’s chest finally connects with his own, the warm liquid connecting with his body. Jensen pulls away and the fragrance of the candle, warmed again by the heat of their bodies, permeates the air.
“What do you want, Jay?”
Everything, all of it, you. The words fly through his mind at lightning speed; get lost within the burning pleasure, the cool chill of air that races over his sweat-slicked skin. Jared only groans, arches up again at the slide of wax that falls upon the tender skin of his right hip. The shock is just as great, just as unexpected, but Jensen is right there, palm holding him down, pressing himagainst the sheets, urging him to melt into the mattress.
It’s a kiss of fire, and it takes Jared a moment to realize that the choked sob that assaults his ears is his own. Stars dance before his eyes, shooting away into a haze of white, the sight of Jensen hovering above his hip almost a mirage. When Jensen purses his lips together and blows a long stream of air over the wax, Jared feels it slide into the dips and curves of his hip. He’s torn by the alternate chill and burn.
Jared bites his lip, draining it of color with his teeth, and tosses his head back on the damp pillow. Sweat drips into his eyes, and he scrunches them tight, the sting a mere annoyance compared to the peel of wax from his skin, Jensen’s fingers circling the swollen welt. His touches are light, teasing, and when his breath ghosts along the underside of Jared’s cock, Jared feels as if his heart will burst from his chest, the drum of it pounding in his ears, in his wrists, in his toes.
It’s overwhelming, the race of heat along his spine. His nerves are jagged, shredded into fragments, sobs and moans that float away and mingle with the shadows playing in the corners of the room. Jensen presses his mouth over the spot on Jared’s hip, slides his fingertips slowly up his cock, and Jared rips in two. The raw scrape of Jensen’s tongue over flesh is too much, the slide of smooth wax-covered fingertips along his shaft the final straw. He spills over Jensen’s knuckles and claws at the sheets; twists his body away from the heat of him, away from the fire that consumes.
His body feels wrecked, and he hisses when Jensen climbs over his limbs, face flushed and eyes heavily lidded. “So. Fucking. Gorgeous.” Jensen proclaims, punctuating every word with a kiss along Jared’s jaw. Jared scrapes blunt fingernails over Jensen’s back, feels the muscles ripple beneath his touch. The press of Jensen’s cock against his thigh makes his head swim. Jared wants, he needs…
“You,” he exhales. “Jen, wanna see…”
And Jensen’s right there, doesn’t hesitate a moment. He pulls himself from Jared’s arms and leans back, his knees bracketing Jared’s hips. The lines of his stomach are smooth and toned, and Jared raises a lazy arm to trail fingers from his belly button down, just a small brush over skin that elicits a jump of muscle in Jensen’s abdomen. Jensen gazes down at him, lashes fluttering against his cheek, and wraps his hand around his cock.
The movement is hypnotic, Jensen’s eyes sliding shut as he strokes himself, his hips shifting in small circles. The rain still falls outside, shadow lines trailing down Jensen’s chest, streaking him with its phantom caress. His lips part, shiny and slick, and every hitch in his breath pulls oxygen from Jared’s lungs as well. His cock twitches with interest, brushes against the soft skin of Jensen’s inner thigh, and Jensen moans at the contact.
The serpentine motion of Jensen’s body has Jared marveling. Roll of hips, twist of wrist, arch of spine; long stretch of pale skin begging to be marked and claimed. Jared presses his thumbs into the groove of Jensen’s hip, feels the heat radiating off him in waves. Watches the clench of thighs, the catch of his lower lip between teeth, the bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Jared shivers at the sight, wants nothing more than to flip him over and fuck him right into the dirty sheets, but his limbs won’t cooperate, his heart rate won’t slow.
And then Jensen is arching above him, soft mewling pouring from is throat as if he’s trying to hold it all back. His thumb rolls over the head of his cock and then he’s coming in spurts right in the middle of Jared’s chest.
Jared feels his brain dissolve, his eyes going wide as Jensen’s pop open, stare him down and pin him in place. As Jensen marks him once more, searing his claim over wax and raw skin, open heart.
The room is quiet, only flicker of flame and heavy breath breaking through the silence. Jensen flops down beside Jared, twines limbs loose and heavy with exhaustion between his own, drags fingers over the curve of Jared’s neck before pressing his lips to the same spot.
Just a slow breath in, a slow breath out. Jared tilts his head back on the pillow, grants Jensen better access, and watches the rivers sliding down the window. Stares out into the darkened night sky and feels Jensen’s breath even out, feels his own heart slow down to keep the steady rhythm that they share.
It’s slow, and sure, and sweeter than anything Jared has ever known.
Come morning, though, Jensen is still gonna be the one cleaning the fucking sheets.