Fic: Pool (Jensen/Jared) PWP Sequel to Fence NC-17
So, some people asked to see what happened after the last Jared/Jensen PWP that I wrote, so I gave it a try. Ah, Texas! :)
Title: Pool
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, just schoomp and porn, lol.
Beta:
petiii
Disclaimer:: All fiction-none of this is true.
Summary: PWP-Sequel to Fence. Jensen and Jared are still hanging out with Jared’s family in San Antonio, and they escape late one night for some alone time in the backyard.
Pool
The beeping of his cell phone wakes Jensen up at two o’clock in the morning, and he pushes himself up in bed, confused, until he remembers why he set the alarm. He smiles, picking up the towels he left piled by the door, and sneaks across the hall to get Jared.
They make it through the hallway without waking Jared’s parents, and Jensen leads the way downstairs, hardwood floor cool under his feet, and Jared’s hands solid on his shoulders. The back door creaks open when he pushes, and Jensen stops and inhales.
Summer nights in Texas are warm and sticky, heavy with humidity and the smell of dirt and grass. He takes a deeper breath as Jared wraps his arms around his waist, Jensen’s back pressed against Jared’s bare chest. He’s already hard, cock pushing against his running shorts, just from feeling Jared behind him.
He sighs at the sight of the water hose draped over the fence, the end coiled over the edge of the flowerbed. They’re leaving tomorrow, back to Vancouver, to bland food produced for hundreds, endless days of work and not enough sleep, and Jensen’s not ready to go. After months of separation he’s enjoyed this week with Jared, doing mundane stuff like moving sprinklers around for his mom, and watching the barracuda scrub the pool while he and Jared drink Bud Light.
He shakes it off, unwilling to ruin their last night with melancholy thoughts, bowing his head as Jared nuzzles his neck. “Hope you don’t mind getting dirty, Jay,” he says, turning and leading Jared out onto the deck, walking him backwards away from the house, while he pulls at the top of Jared’s khaki shorts, and snaps the button open.
“Nah. Don’t mind getting anything with you.” Jared says, licking his ear before Jensen’s even had a chance to get his hand around Jared’s cock. “Thought you wanted the pool though.”
Jensen raises one eyebrow and reaches around, squeezing Jared’s ass, sucking on his neck until his eyes roll back in his head. “I do. You coming?” Jensen asks, smiling at Jared’s dazed look. Jensen pulls away, lazy and slow, before stepping over a chaise lounge and diving into the pool, relishing the fact that the temperature of the water matches the muggy night air.
Jensen surfaces, wiping the water from his eyes as he looks back up at Jared, who’s moved to sit at the edge now, long legs dangling into the deep end of the pool. Jensen smirks up at him and ducks back under the water, swimming toward the white plastic steps at the shallow end. He takes his time, enjoying the way the water moves over him, not expecting the sudden sharp tug on his ankle.
“Trying to leave me already?” Jared asks as he grabs Jensen’s leg, yanking him backward.
Jensen realizes too late that he’s given Jared enough time to catch up with him, and here he is, pulling on Jensen, forcing him to swallow a mouthful of water. Jensen comes up sputtering, ignoring the burn in his throat as he lunges for Jared, knocking him backward with a heavy splash. Jensen grins, wiping his mouth out with the back of his hand as he watches Jared struggle to stand.
But Jared’s a sneaky bastard, because he’s only pretending to struggle. He grabs Jensen around the waist and hauls him onto the stairs that lead out of the pool, sitting down on the second step. Jared pulls Jensen up between his legs, his back pressed against Jared’s chest again. “You’re not getting away,” Jared says, speaking into Jensen’s ear, hands tight on his arms.
“Don’t wanna get away,” Jensen moans as he relaxes into his partner. Jared’s erection is up against his ass, and he lets his head fall back onto Jared’s shoulder, trying to get closer. “Not this time.”
“Good.” Jared says, skating his fingers up the back of Jensen neck, light and easy on his damp hair.
Then Jared’s got one hand down the front Jensen’s wet clinging shorts, on his cock, and he’s stroking, while the other hand trails up and down his thigh. Jared teases, back and forth until he slides his hand up, rubbing over Jensen’s nipples. “You look so fucking good right now,” Jared whispers, licking the droplets of water from Jensen’s shoulder.
Jensen groans and shoves his track shorts down, letting them sink to the floor of the pool. He hopes they remember not to leave them there, but when his bare skin makes contact with Jared’s rough shorts, the only thing he cares about is getting Jared naked. He reaches back, pushing on the shorts until they’re off Jared’s hips, and Jared does the rest of the work, finally flinging them up onto the pavement where they land with a wet smack.
Once his shorts are off, Jared’s hands are busy again; he’s tracing his finger down the cleft of Jensen’s ass, rubbing around in circles, taunting. “Love touching you like this,” Jared breathes into Jensen’s ear, finally letting one finger slip inside. “But I don’t think the lube’s gonna work in here,” he says, moving his mouth back to dry the rest of Jensen’s shoulder with his tongue.
“Ground?” Jensen asks, barely able to get the words out as he twists around to look at his partner.
Jared lifts his head up, mouth wet and shiny from the water on Jensen’s shoulder. “Ground might be kinda hard.”
Jensen grinds backward for a minute before pulling away and turning to face his partner, putting his hands on Jared’s cheeks and tilting his head, kissing Jared lightly. Jensen lets Jared push with his tongue, feeling it drag across his bottom lip and into his mouth, and he opens, pressing forward until his lips are snug against Jared’s, moaning at the taste of pool water and the lime from the late night vodka tonic they shared.
“Hard is good,” Jensen says, rubbing his cock against Jared’s stomach.
Apparently Jared’s had enough waiting by then, and he’s tugging on Jensen, splashing, and they’re out of the pool, moving faster than they have since Jensen’s cell went off, stumbling across the concrete and back into the grass, and Jensen’s got the towel spread out on the ground in about two seconds.
“How do you want it?” Jared asks, rubbing his hands all over Jensen’s back, firm and steady.
“Slow,” Jensen says, lying down on his stomach, stretching out, his face nearly in the grass. He closes his eyes and folds his arms under his head as Jared drops on top of him, covering his body.
Jared seems more awake after their swim, and he laughs into Jensen’s ear, the smell of chlorine as prominent now as Jared’s citrus soap. He kisses down to Jensen’s mouth, speaking against his ear, “Nice and slow. I can do that.”
Jensen opens his eyes halfway, watching the swirl of the pool water, dark and calm as Jared mouths all over his neck and shoulders, sighing into the towel as Jared moves his legs apart. “Been wanting to do it out here on the ground,” Jensen says now that Jared’s got his fingers slicked, and is pushing one inside of him.
“Yeah?” Jared asks, tone strangled and low, adding a second finger.
“Yeah,” Jensen answers, feeling Jared’s forehead pressing close against his back, feeling his breath warming the skin right between his shoulder blades as he moves his fingers in and out. Jared doesn’t move away, grabbing for the lube and slicking his cock, right against Jensen’s spine, and Jensen savors the slight sting as Jared pushes his cock inside. When Jared thrusts forward, Jensen unfolds his arms, reaching out into the grass. He curls his hands into fists, gripping, feeling the soft blades under his palms.
Jared moves slow and sure, just like Jensen asked, and Jensen scoots his head up farther, burying his cheek in the grass. They were frantic two nights ago against the fence, but it’s been another two days of eating strawberry shortcake for dessert with Jared’s parents, hanging out with his siblings until three a.m., and all the other things that come with visiting family, until finally, this.
Jensen wants this so much, he needs it-Jared rocking into him, outside, naked and sweaty and inhaling the crispness of grass that has to be watered every day and mowed every week. Jensen’s happy to be with Jared anywhere, but there’s something about fucking him in Texas that makes him practically giddy inside.
He smiles to himself, lulled, enjoying the measured movements until Jared pushes one of his knees up, hitting that spot, and Jensen cries out, biting down on the beach towel that still smells faintly of Coppertone.
“God Jay, god, more,” Jensen pants, rolling back against Jared until the towel is bunched up in a heap under his thighs, their knees sinking into the grass.
“You like it, Jen? Like it out here under the stars?” Jared asks, and Jensen nods. Then Jared’s all over him, leisurely in his kissing, unhurried in his biting. “Won’t last much longer-you teased me too much.”
“Not teasing now,” Jensen says, breathing harder, reaching one hand down to wrap around his cock.
“That’s right-you’re all mine now,” Jared says voice wavering, flattening himself against Jensen’s back, shuddering as he comes.
Jared moves even closer after he’s done, snuggling against Jensen’s neck, shaking slightly, still rocking his body against Jensen. He whispers into Jensen’s ear, “Love you, Jen,” and that’s all it takes for Jensen to finish, coming hard against the worn beach towel.
Jared rolls off, falling over onto his back, staring up at the sky. Jensen follows, lying next to him, letting their knees bump as he shifts the towel away and folds his arms under his head, sighing in contentment at the tickle of the grass beneath him. He’s sure they’ll be itching soon, but right now he’s happy. The grass doesn’t have this scent in Vancouver or Los Angeles-this grass is rich and thick, and Jensen loves that they’re out here together, both of them stained green with home.
Title: Pool
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, just schoomp and porn, lol.
Beta:
petiii
Disclaimer:: All fiction-none of this is true.
Summary: PWP-Sequel to Fence. Jensen and Jared are still hanging out with Jared’s family in San Antonio, and they escape late one night for some alone time in the backyard.
Pool
The beeping of his cell phone wakes Jensen up at two o’clock in the morning, and he pushes himself up in bed, confused, until he remembers why he set the alarm. He smiles, picking up the towels he left piled by the door, and sneaks across the hall to get Jared.
They make it through the hallway without waking Jared’s parents, and Jensen leads the way downstairs, hardwood floor cool under his feet, and Jared’s hands solid on his shoulders. The back door creaks open when he pushes, and Jensen stops and inhales.
Summer nights in Texas are warm and sticky, heavy with humidity and the smell of dirt and grass. He takes a deeper breath as Jared wraps his arms around his waist, Jensen’s back pressed against Jared’s bare chest. He’s already hard, cock pushing against his running shorts, just from feeling Jared behind him.
He sighs at the sight of the water hose draped over the fence, the end coiled over the edge of the flowerbed. They’re leaving tomorrow, back to Vancouver, to bland food produced for hundreds, endless days of work and not enough sleep, and Jensen’s not ready to go. After months of separation he’s enjoyed this week with Jared, doing mundane stuff like moving sprinklers around for his mom, and watching the barracuda scrub the pool while he and Jared drink Bud Light.
He shakes it off, unwilling to ruin their last night with melancholy thoughts, bowing his head as Jared nuzzles his neck. “Hope you don’t mind getting dirty, Jay,” he says, turning and leading Jared out onto the deck, walking him backwards away from the house, while he pulls at the top of Jared’s khaki shorts, and snaps the button open.
“Nah. Don’t mind getting anything with you.” Jared says, licking his ear before Jensen’s even had a chance to get his hand around Jared’s cock. “Thought you wanted the pool though.”
Jensen raises one eyebrow and reaches around, squeezing Jared’s ass, sucking on his neck until his eyes roll back in his head. “I do. You coming?” Jensen asks, smiling at Jared’s dazed look. Jensen pulls away, lazy and slow, before stepping over a chaise lounge and diving into the pool, relishing the fact that the temperature of the water matches the muggy night air.
Jensen surfaces, wiping the water from his eyes as he looks back up at Jared, who’s moved to sit at the edge now, long legs dangling into the deep end of the pool. Jensen smirks up at him and ducks back under the water, swimming toward the white plastic steps at the shallow end. He takes his time, enjoying the way the water moves over him, not expecting the sudden sharp tug on his ankle.
“Trying to leave me already?” Jared asks as he grabs Jensen’s leg, yanking him backward.
Jensen realizes too late that he’s given Jared enough time to catch up with him, and here he is, pulling on Jensen, forcing him to swallow a mouthful of water. Jensen comes up sputtering, ignoring the burn in his throat as he lunges for Jared, knocking him backward with a heavy splash. Jensen grins, wiping his mouth out with the back of his hand as he watches Jared struggle to stand.
But Jared’s a sneaky bastard, because he’s only pretending to struggle. He grabs Jensen around the waist and hauls him onto the stairs that lead out of the pool, sitting down on the second step. Jared pulls Jensen up between his legs, his back pressed against Jared’s chest again. “You’re not getting away,” Jared says, speaking into Jensen’s ear, hands tight on his arms.
“Don’t wanna get away,” Jensen moans as he relaxes into his partner. Jared’s erection is up against his ass, and he lets his head fall back onto Jared’s shoulder, trying to get closer. “Not this time.”
“Good.” Jared says, skating his fingers up the back of Jensen neck, light and easy on his damp hair.
Then Jared’s got one hand down the front Jensen’s wet clinging shorts, on his cock, and he’s stroking, while the other hand trails up and down his thigh. Jared teases, back and forth until he slides his hand up, rubbing over Jensen’s nipples. “You look so fucking good right now,” Jared whispers, licking the droplets of water from Jensen’s shoulder.
Jensen groans and shoves his track shorts down, letting them sink to the floor of the pool. He hopes they remember not to leave them there, but when his bare skin makes contact with Jared’s rough shorts, the only thing he cares about is getting Jared naked. He reaches back, pushing on the shorts until they’re off Jared’s hips, and Jared does the rest of the work, finally flinging them up onto the pavement where they land with a wet smack.
Once his shorts are off, Jared’s hands are busy again; he’s tracing his finger down the cleft of Jensen’s ass, rubbing around in circles, taunting. “Love touching you like this,” Jared breathes into Jensen’s ear, finally letting one finger slip inside. “But I don’t think the lube’s gonna work in here,” he says, moving his mouth back to dry the rest of Jensen’s shoulder with his tongue.
“Ground?” Jensen asks, barely able to get the words out as he twists around to look at his partner.
Jared lifts his head up, mouth wet and shiny from the water on Jensen’s shoulder. “Ground might be kinda hard.”
Jensen grinds backward for a minute before pulling away and turning to face his partner, putting his hands on Jared’s cheeks and tilting his head, kissing Jared lightly. Jensen lets Jared push with his tongue, feeling it drag across his bottom lip and into his mouth, and he opens, pressing forward until his lips are snug against Jared’s, moaning at the taste of pool water and the lime from the late night vodka tonic they shared.
“Hard is good,” Jensen says, rubbing his cock against Jared’s stomach.
Apparently Jared’s had enough waiting by then, and he’s tugging on Jensen, splashing, and they’re out of the pool, moving faster than they have since Jensen’s cell went off, stumbling across the concrete and back into the grass, and Jensen’s got the towel spread out on the ground in about two seconds.
“How do you want it?” Jared asks, rubbing his hands all over Jensen’s back, firm and steady.
“Slow,” Jensen says, lying down on his stomach, stretching out, his face nearly in the grass. He closes his eyes and folds his arms under his head as Jared drops on top of him, covering his body.
Jared seems more awake after their swim, and he laughs into Jensen’s ear, the smell of chlorine as prominent now as Jared’s citrus soap. He kisses down to Jensen’s mouth, speaking against his ear, “Nice and slow. I can do that.”
Jensen opens his eyes halfway, watching the swirl of the pool water, dark and calm as Jared mouths all over his neck and shoulders, sighing into the towel as Jared moves his legs apart. “Been wanting to do it out here on the ground,” Jensen says now that Jared’s got his fingers slicked, and is pushing one inside of him.
“Yeah?” Jared asks, tone strangled and low, adding a second finger.
“Yeah,” Jensen answers, feeling Jared’s forehead pressing close against his back, feeling his breath warming the skin right between his shoulder blades as he moves his fingers in and out. Jared doesn’t move away, grabbing for the lube and slicking his cock, right against Jensen’s spine, and Jensen savors the slight sting as Jared pushes his cock inside. When Jared thrusts forward, Jensen unfolds his arms, reaching out into the grass. He curls his hands into fists, gripping, feeling the soft blades under his palms.
Jared moves slow and sure, just like Jensen asked, and Jensen scoots his head up farther, burying his cheek in the grass. They were frantic two nights ago against the fence, but it’s been another two days of eating strawberry shortcake for dessert with Jared’s parents, hanging out with his siblings until three a.m., and all the other things that come with visiting family, until finally, this.
Jensen wants this so much, he needs it-Jared rocking into him, outside, naked and sweaty and inhaling the crispness of grass that has to be watered every day and mowed every week. Jensen’s happy to be with Jared anywhere, but there’s something about fucking him in Texas that makes him practically giddy inside.
He smiles to himself, lulled, enjoying the measured movements until Jared pushes one of his knees up, hitting that spot, and Jensen cries out, biting down on the beach towel that still smells faintly of Coppertone.
“God Jay, god, more,” Jensen pants, rolling back against Jared until the towel is bunched up in a heap under his thighs, their knees sinking into the grass.
“You like it, Jen? Like it out here under the stars?” Jared asks, and Jensen nods. Then Jared’s all over him, leisurely in his kissing, unhurried in his biting. “Won’t last much longer-you teased me too much.”
“Not teasing now,” Jensen says, breathing harder, reaching one hand down to wrap around his cock.
“That’s right-you’re all mine now,” Jared says voice wavering, flattening himself against Jensen’s back, shuddering as he comes.
Jared moves even closer after he’s done, snuggling against Jensen’s neck, shaking slightly, still rocking his body against Jensen. He whispers into Jensen’s ear, “Love you, Jen,” and that’s all it takes for Jensen to finish, coming hard against the worn beach towel.
Jared rolls off, falling over onto his back, staring up at the sky. Jensen follows, lying next to him, letting their knees bump as he shifts the towel away and folds his arms under his head, sighing in contentment at the tickle of the grass beneath him. He’s sure they’ll be itching soon, but right now he’s happy. The grass doesn’t have this scent in Vancouver or Los Angeles-this grass is rich and thick, and Jensen loves that they’re out here together, both of them stained green with home.