First Time Caller (J2, NC17)
Ooookayy, let's see how far we get with claiming the porn this week. Like I said, 5 stories in spn_masquerade, and I'll probably claim 4. But I'm also travelling a *lot* for work this week (boo hoo hoo bank holiday work travel tomorrow), so I'll probably eke them out a bit. I need company, dammit! Too many lonely hotel nights and endless train journeys. Starting with one which Snick correctly identified as mine. Anyone would think awkward sex and schmoop were my kind of thing :)
Title First Time Caller
Rating NC17
Warnings/kinks awkward sex
Words 2560
Pairing Jared/Jensen
Prompt Jensen is a fantastic phone sex operator, has been for years, his bosses beg him to work more hours, take more calls, because he's so in demand. Jensen has a dark secret, though. Outside of his kinky conversations with clients, he has zero experience with sex.
Then he meets Jared.
Jensen's in the middle of a sweaty, howling climax when he really meets Jared.
It's pretty much the usual story. Big guy on the end of the line is desperate to be passive, take a cock in every hole, get to begging till he can't even speak. So it's Jensen that's saying, "Take it, take it bitch, you love it, you feel so good, so fucking tight-" when he looks up, and there's a strange guy standing in the door to his hallway.
Jensen's a professional, so he doesn't yip with surprise. He considers the guy, who isn't visibly drunk, doped or gun-toting, and assumes this isn't an emergency. So he then takes a breath, waves a hand with 4 fingers up (seriously, he's a pro, he knows timings), and makes sure his client gets there the way he wants.
It's a little stilted, maybe, because Jensen doesn't perform in front of witnesses that often, but he doubts any client would know it. The unknown guy looks a little confused, though not to the point where Jensen thinks he'll have to explain the concept of phone sex lines, and a lot amused, but not to the point where Jensen wishes he would fuck off out of Jensen's life. Much.
"You're such a good boy," he coos, finally. "You're gonna take such good care of yourself now, aren’tcha? Till I need you again next time."
He hangs up.
"Leave them wanting more, huh?" says Mr Stranger.
"Gotta make rent," Jensen returns, smiling. "Besides, he's a regular. He'll be back."
The unknown guy is really attractive, he registers belatedly. Big and dark and smiling, with eyes that crinkle just right. He may be staring, because the guy blinks a little, then says, "Uh. Jared. I just moved in downstairs. Thought I'd come up and say hi. And then thought I'd come in and break up something loud and violent, since your door was open, but apparently-"
"Oh, sorry," says Jensen, blushing hard. "Todd, uh, the guy before you downstairs, he worked night shifts. I'll try to keep it down."
Jared smiles at him. "Regular gig, huh?"
"Yep. It's not exactly the career I had planned, but, you know, college bills lead to weird new things, and it turned out I'm good at this. It's nice. I have days off. I'm Jensen, by the way," he adds, and cringes a little. Does he sound too eager? He thinks he sounds too eager. This always happens with real people.
"Nice to meet you, Jensen," says Jared, and holds out a big hand for a shake. A good shake. "I work from home a bunch, so I'll be around. And I'm gonna have a housewarming at the weekend. Want to come? If you're not working?"
Jensen is, but not to the point where he can't make it work. Which is how they meet.
*
Four weeks later, Jensen appears to have made a new friend. Jared's around a lot, as advertised, and it's nice. He works odd online shifts, for a company with dealings in the Far East and Australia, so their schedules half coincide. They get into a routine of 4pm coffee, then into a routine of 12noon brunches, and sometimes a less routine shared beer on the roof of their block around 2am when they're both finally free.
It's nice. Jared's a good guy, fun and full of stories and laughter. He likes basketball and golf, which Jensen abhors, but also animal movies and swimming, which is more rational in Jensen's view. Sometimes he cooks the brunch for them both, a messy and illogical mix of dishes that just happen to be in his brain on the day. Weekends, Jensen shows him around some of his favourite neighbourhoods, helps him settle into the city.
Jared asked, pretty early, whether Jensen was dating anyone, but he never followed up, and Jensen's not sure that's even on the cards. But he's damn sure Jared's curious about the sex line. It's a constant joke between them, what Jensen is comfortable sharing about client requests, the weirdest, the longest conversation, how the first few went. Jared's half amused, sure, but he also sometimes seems impressed. "I don't know how you come up with all this," he says, after Jensen described a pretty standard BDSM scenario, with paddles and gag, nothing extreme. "I mean, sex is sex. I couldn't talk about it all day."
Jensen tips his coffee in Jared's direction. "You don't have to do it, just imagine it. And I've learned a lot from clients. Some porn, obviously. You just sort of learn what people like."
"Huh. Like real life sex, then?" Jared asks, slurping on his latte and acquiring a milk stache. "You start out fumbling around with no idea, but you pick it up quick if you pay attention?"
"Uh. Yeah." Jensen says. Because that sounds logical. "You got froth on your nose, dude." And the moment passes.
*
A few days later, on the roof, "You put much real life into your work?" Jared asks, casually.
"Well… not so much," says Jensen. Zero, in fact, because that really wouldn't be all that helpful.
"Good," says Jared. "I'd hate to think-" and he moves in for a kiss. It's gentle, but promising. Jensen's so surprised he barely responds, till Jared pulls away, and finishes, "-this would remind you of work. Is that okay?"
"Oh, hell, yes," says Jensen, and sort of grabs Jared. He thinks he remembers how this part goes, at least. Jared seems appreciative, anyway. They make out for ages, dirty gasps and bodies moving closer and closer, till Jensen can feel Jared's dick against him. It's… amazing. It's real. He ruts up against it, and Jared rubs down in return. Jensen feels a familiar, fast-building warmth, and then-
"Ohhhhh, shit, uh, sorry," he gasps out, feeling sticky warmth flood his underwear, soaking his jeans. Jared drops his head into Jensen's neck and stops moving.
"'S okay," he says. "Can't always be perfect phone sex, huh?" He sounds happy enough, not mocking, but Jensen feels the word perfect like a stab.
He doesn't say a word, as Jared moves off him. Avoids his eyes. Should he offer to get Jared off? Maybe, but it didn't seem like it was what Jared had in mind. If Jensen hadn't been such a quick draw, probably that would be all; just making out, feeling each other's bodies together, enjoying the start of something.
"So… you okay?" says Jared, after Jensen's apparently been silent an inappropriately long period of time.
"Sure," says Jensen, hastily. "Just crashing." He gets up, wincing at the mess, and says, "Later." Heads off to his place. He needs processing time.
*
Jared comes by for coffee the next day, and it's almost normal, but really not entirely. Jensen has been thinking too hard, and he's afraid it shows on his face.
Eventually, Jared says, "So, I had fun last night. Want to do that again?"
And Jensen says, "I don't know-" Jared's face falls. Jensen dislikes that a lot, which is maybe why he tries to continue. "I just- I'm sorry, I think you got the wrong idea about me."
"Please do not try to tell me you're not gay," says Jared, and there's a spike of unpleasantness in his voice. "I know you get women off on the line too, but-"
"What? No!" Jensen scrambles. He told Jared about the women a while back. It's actually sort of relevant, but not the way Jared's apparently thinking. "No, totally, definitely gay. I just- You know how I talk a big game with women, even though I've never done stuff with them?"
"…Yeah?" Jared says it patiently, but his eyes are puzzled.
"I do that with guys too," says Jensen. And waits.
He's literally never told anyone that. LoveDial has never really asked, though anyone who has known Jensen since he stepped in its doors aged 19 and tried out for their friendship line could maybe recall that he's never referred to a boyfriend. A partner. A date, even, though that's not entirely accurate. He occasionally gets set up, mostly be people at the office, sometimes by friends who think it's time he started to consider settling down. It just never works out. They all assume he's getting plenty, on the side, but not telling about casuals.
Which would be great, Jensen thinks. Except for how he'd dated a couple times as a freshman, and then stopped. Because sex line work is a little isolating. And he never quite worked out how to start up again.
Jared's sort of staring, like he's expecting more. Jensen waits some more.
"You mean… Well, I know, you said there's plenty you talk about that you never actually tried," says Jared.
"Yep. All of it," says Jensen. He's trying for flippant, and gets about halfway there, before falling into shaky and embarrassed.
"So, you're twenty six?" says Jared. He's obviously trying for casual, and instead hits embarrassingly incredulous dead on.
"And a phone sex operator, and a virgin, yes," says Jensen, because how much worse can this get? It's actually surprisingly easy to say. It's not like he's never had it on his mind, after all.
"Wow," says Jared. "So, last night was a big deal for you?"
"Yeah. Sorry about that." Jensen says it, and Jared says nothing much in return, and eventually Jensen gets up and leaves.
*
He's working that night, which is usefully distracting. Molly wants him to do the dog thing, which is Jensen's least favourite regular, but at least focusing on not sounding revolted gives him a break from feeling like shit. Then a new guy, bashful as hell, needs to be gentled to the point where he asks for what he really wants (vanilla, first time with a guy, just talking cock and ass sensations, mostly, which Jensen can do in his sleep). And the third client is his nameless regular who likes humiliation.
Jensen probably gets a little loud on that. It's not easy to keep it down with this particular client, who's howling in his ear.
When Jensen's door opens, it's a flashback moment. Jared standing in front of him. Jensen waves a hand, with just three fingers this time. Client's nearly done.
He hangs up, right on cue. And sits.
"So, I'm an ass," says Jared. "I didn't mean to- I guess I've been thinking of you as this guy with this embarrassingly huge amount of experience, and all this kinky shit in your head, and I'm just some kid from Texas who's only slept with five guys in his life."
Five? That's… that's a lot less than Jensen assumed, actually. On no evidence at all, honestly, unlike Jared's copious evidence that Jensen's experienced in a whole range of ideas about sex, at the very least. He makes a 'go on' gesture.
"So, I was a little intimidated, and when it turned out you're just… normal like the rest of us…" Jared pauses. "I was processing. But I think it seemed to you like I thought you should have more experience or something?"
Jensen nods. "I never told anyone before," he adds. "Seems like everyone assumes, because of my job-"
"Yeah. About that. Are you done for tonight?"
Jensen checks the clock. 1.43am. It's a little early, but he dials in. "Candy? I'm out for the night, okay? Yeah, you too. G'night." He looks up at Jared. "I am now."
"Because I'd really like to-" Jared says, and Jensen stands up from his chair, and walks right into Jared's space and kisses him.
It takes a while, what with spending some time on the couch, just kissing, and then with Jared straddling his knees and kissing more, and then undressing each other in a tangle that's just inefficient but also essential, but eventually they're in Jensen's bedroom, and naked.
He has a little moment of what the fuck happens now? But the thing is, he knows. He's talked it out a thousand times. This time, he gets to do it. With Jared.
"Can I touch?" he says, and Jared nods so hard he blurs momentarily. Jensen laughs, which is not something he does on the line, and gets his face down on Jared's chest. Running fingers across muscles, and always aware that right there Jared's dick is reacting to his touches. He should probably do something about that.
How hard could a blowjob be? He knows the theory. Puts out a hand, and grasps Jared's dick. Jared says, "I think you should know I'm maybe two minutes away from coming, right now." Which takes away Jensen's doubts, because dammit, he wants to try this tonight. He opens up, sliding lips over the sticky head, feeling it stretch his jaw open. Oh, teeth. Bad, let's not get them involved. He slides further, trying to keep dick and teeth very much unconnected. Jared has a nice dick. Good sized, but not scary. Or at least, so Jensen thought before he tried to swallow it further. Fuck, this is impossible.
He gags, slightly, and Jared says, "Oh, shit, you don't have to-" and tugs on his hair to raise Jensen's head a little. Because Jared knows, and Jensen doesn't have to be perfect. "Just, like this," says Jared, one hand covering Jensen's on the base of his dick, the other lightly encouraging at the back of his head now. Jensen bobs up and down, remembers to suck, drools way too much, slurps loudly, forgets to co-ordinate hand and mouth, and then Jared says, "Fuck you are so fucking good at this, gonna make me come so hard," which is so patently untrue it would make Jensen laugh if he weren't otherwise occupied. But Jared comes anyway, with a groan and a hard bucking move of his hips that Jensen manages to go with.
Swallow? Yes. Apparently. Jared's twitching in Jensen's mouth, and there's come all over the place, inside and out. It tastes kind of awful, but Jensen really doesn't feel like spitting it out now it's here, so he gulps hard. Jared's dick slips out of his mouth, softening fast, and Jensen rolls onto his back. The aftertaste is better, strong but bearable. Better still when Jared slumps over and kisses him, licking his own taste out of Jensen's mouth. "Fucking awesome, babe," he gasps, and Jensen registers an important thing no one ever told him about sex before. Perfect has nothing to do with getting it right. It's just a feeling you get with someone else, if you're lucky. Jared's right. This is awesome.
They stay up way too late, exploring each other. Jensen discovers that receiving a blowjob is a dozen times better than giving, but it's the feeling of intensity that sucking Jared gave him that he remembers best next day. Jared confesses he mostly likes to top. Jensen's prepared to give the whole anal thing a shot, but they agree tonight is too soon for that, and fuck around with fingers and lube enough that Jensen a) learns a lot of valuable information for future sex and b) is pretty sure bottoming is something worth trying.
It's a warm night, and they're sticky and disgusting when they finally admit to exhaustion. "My shower? My not-revolting bed?" asks Jared, and they decamp downstairs, laughing at their messiness, alight with possibilities for tomorrow and beyond.
Title First Time Caller
Rating NC17
Warnings/kinks awkward sex
Words 2560
Pairing Jared/Jensen
Prompt Jensen is a fantastic phone sex operator, has been for years, his bosses beg him to work more hours, take more calls, because he's so in demand. Jensen has a dark secret, though. Outside of his kinky conversations with clients, he has zero experience with sex.
Then he meets Jared.
Jensen's in the middle of a sweaty, howling climax when he really meets Jared.
It's pretty much the usual story. Big guy on the end of the line is desperate to be passive, take a cock in every hole, get to begging till he can't even speak. So it's Jensen that's saying, "Take it, take it bitch, you love it, you feel so good, so fucking tight-" when he looks up, and there's a strange guy standing in the door to his hallway.
Jensen's a professional, so he doesn't yip with surprise. He considers the guy, who isn't visibly drunk, doped or gun-toting, and assumes this isn't an emergency. So he then takes a breath, waves a hand with 4 fingers up (seriously, he's a pro, he knows timings), and makes sure his client gets there the way he wants.
It's a little stilted, maybe, because Jensen doesn't perform in front of witnesses that often, but he doubts any client would know it. The unknown guy looks a little confused, though not to the point where Jensen thinks he'll have to explain the concept of phone sex lines, and a lot amused, but not to the point where Jensen wishes he would fuck off out of Jensen's life. Much.
"You're such a good boy," he coos, finally. "You're gonna take such good care of yourself now, aren’tcha? Till I need you again next time."
He hangs up.
"Leave them wanting more, huh?" says Mr Stranger.
"Gotta make rent," Jensen returns, smiling. "Besides, he's a regular. He'll be back."
The unknown guy is really attractive, he registers belatedly. Big and dark and smiling, with eyes that crinkle just right. He may be staring, because the guy blinks a little, then says, "Uh. Jared. I just moved in downstairs. Thought I'd come up and say hi. And then thought I'd come in and break up something loud and violent, since your door was open, but apparently-"
"Oh, sorry," says Jensen, blushing hard. "Todd, uh, the guy before you downstairs, he worked night shifts. I'll try to keep it down."
Jared smiles at him. "Regular gig, huh?"
"Yep. It's not exactly the career I had planned, but, you know, college bills lead to weird new things, and it turned out I'm good at this. It's nice. I have days off. I'm Jensen, by the way," he adds, and cringes a little. Does he sound too eager? He thinks he sounds too eager. This always happens with real people.
"Nice to meet you, Jensen," says Jared, and holds out a big hand for a shake. A good shake. "I work from home a bunch, so I'll be around. And I'm gonna have a housewarming at the weekend. Want to come? If you're not working?"
Jensen is, but not to the point where he can't make it work. Which is how they meet.
*
Four weeks later, Jensen appears to have made a new friend. Jared's around a lot, as advertised, and it's nice. He works odd online shifts, for a company with dealings in the Far East and Australia, so their schedules half coincide. They get into a routine of 4pm coffee, then into a routine of 12noon brunches, and sometimes a less routine shared beer on the roof of their block around 2am when they're both finally free.
It's nice. Jared's a good guy, fun and full of stories and laughter. He likes basketball and golf, which Jensen abhors, but also animal movies and swimming, which is more rational in Jensen's view. Sometimes he cooks the brunch for them both, a messy and illogical mix of dishes that just happen to be in his brain on the day. Weekends, Jensen shows him around some of his favourite neighbourhoods, helps him settle into the city.
Jared asked, pretty early, whether Jensen was dating anyone, but he never followed up, and Jensen's not sure that's even on the cards. But he's damn sure Jared's curious about the sex line. It's a constant joke between them, what Jensen is comfortable sharing about client requests, the weirdest, the longest conversation, how the first few went. Jared's half amused, sure, but he also sometimes seems impressed. "I don't know how you come up with all this," he says, after Jensen described a pretty standard BDSM scenario, with paddles and gag, nothing extreme. "I mean, sex is sex. I couldn't talk about it all day."
Jensen tips his coffee in Jared's direction. "You don't have to do it, just imagine it. And I've learned a lot from clients. Some porn, obviously. You just sort of learn what people like."
"Huh. Like real life sex, then?" Jared asks, slurping on his latte and acquiring a milk stache. "You start out fumbling around with no idea, but you pick it up quick if you pay attention?"
"Uh. Yeah." Jensen says. Because that sounds logical. "You got froth on your nose, dude." And the moment passes.
*
A few days later, on the roof, "You put much real life into your work?" Jared asks, casually.
"Well… not so much," says Jensen. Zero, in fact, because that really wouldn't be all that helpful.
"Good," says Jared. "I'd hate to think-" and he moves in for a kiss. It's gentle, but promising. Jensen's so surprised he barely responds, till Jared pulls away, and finishes, "-this would remind you of work. Is that okay?"
"Oh, hell, yes," says Jensen, and sort of grabs Jared. He thinks he remembers how this part goes, at least. Jared seems appreciative, anyway. They make out for ages, dirty gasps and bodies moving closer and closer, till Jensen can feel Jared's dick against him. It's… amazing. It's real. He ruts up against it, and Jared rubs down in return. Jensen feels a familiar, fast-building warmth, and then-
"Ohhhhh, shit, uh, sorry," he gasps out, feeling sticky warmth flood his underwear, soaking his jeans. Jared drops his head into Jensen's neck and stops moving.
"'S okay," he says. "Can't always be perfect phone sex, huh?" He sounds happy enough, not mocking, but Jensen feels the word perfect like a stab.
He doesn't say a word, as Jared moves off him. Avoids his eyes. Should he offer to get Jared off? Maybe, but it didn't seem like it was what Jared had in mind. If Jensen hadn't been such a quick draw, probably that would be all; just making out, feeling each other's bodies together, enjoying the start of something.
"So… you okay?" says Jared, after Jensen's apparently been silent an inappropriately long period of time.
"Sure," says Jensen, hastily. "Just crashing." He gets up, wincing at the mess, and says, "Later." Heads off to his place. He needs processing time.
*
Jared comes by for coffee the next day, and it's almost normal, but really not entirely. Jensen has been thinking too hard, and he's afraid it shows on his face.
Eventually, Jared says, "So, I had fun last night. Want to do that again?"
And Jensen says, "I don't know-" Jared's face falls. Jensen dislikes that a lot, which is maybe why he tries to continue. "I just- I'm sorry, I think you got the wrong idea about me."
"Please do not try to tell me you're not gay," says Jared, and there's a spike of unpleasantness in his voice. "I know you get women off on the line too, but-"
"What? No!" Jensen scrambles. He told Jared about the women a while back. It's actually sort of relevant, but not the way Jared's apparently thinking. "No, totally, definitely gay. I just- You know how I talk a big game with women, even though I've never done stuff with them?"
"…Yeah?" Jared says it patiently, but his eyes are puzzled.
"I do that with guys too," says Jensen. And waits.
He's literally never told anyone that. LoveDial has never really asked, though anyone who has known Jensen since he stepped in its doors aged 19 and tried out for their friendship line could maybe recall that he's never referred to a boyfriend. A partner. A date, even, though that's not entirely accurate. He occasionally gets set up, mostly be people at the office, sometimes by friends who think it's time he started to consider settling down. It just never works out. They all assume he's getting plenty, on the side, but not telling about casuals.
Which would be great, Jensen thinks. Except for how he'd dated a couple times as a freshman, and then stopped. Because sex line work is a little isolating. And he never quite worked out how to start up again.
Jared's sort of staring, like he's expecting more. Jensen waits some more.
"You mean… Well, I know, you said there's plenty you talk about that you never actually tried," says Jared.
"Yep. All of it," says Jensen. He's trying for flippant, and gets about halfway there, before falling into shaky and embarrassed.
"So, you're twenty six?" says Jared. He's obviously trying for casual, and instead hits embarrassingly incredulous dead on.
"And a phone sex operator, and a virgin, yes," says Jensen, because how much worse can this get? It's actually surprisingly easy to say. It's not like he's never had it on his mind, after all.
"Wow," says Jared. "So, last night was a big deal for you?"
"Yeah. Sorry about that." Jensen says it, and Jared says nothing much in return, and eventually Jensen gets up and leaves.
*
He's working that night, which is usefully distracting. Molly wants him to do the dog thing, which is Jensen's least favourite regular, but at least focusing on not sounding revolted gives him a break from feeling like shit. Then a new guy, bashful as hell, needs to be gentled to the point where he asks for what he really wants (vanilla, first time with a guy, just talking cock and ass sensations, mostly, which Jensen can do in his sleep). And the third client is his nameless regular who likes humiliation.
Jensen probably gets a little loud on that. It's not easy to keep it down with this particular client, who's howling in his ear.
When Jensen's door opens, it's a flashback moment. Jared standing in front of him. Jensen waves a hand, with just three fingers this time. Client's nearly done.
He hangs up, right on cue. And sits.
"So, I'm an ass," says Jared. "I didn't mean to- I guess I've been thinking of you as this guy with this embarrassingly huge amount of experience, and all this kinky shit in your head, and I'm just some kid from Texas who's only slept with five guys in his life."
Five? That's… that's a lot less than Jensen assumed, actually. On no evidence at all, honestly, unlike Jared's copious evidence that Jensen's experienced in a whole range of ideas about sex, at the very least. He makes a 'go on' gesture.
"So, I was a little intimidated, and when it turned out you're just… normal like the rest of us…" Jared pauses. "I was processing. But I think it seemed to you like I thought you should have more experience or something?"
Jensen nods. "I never told anyone before," he adds. "Seems like everyone assumes, because of my job-"
"Yeah. About that. Are you done for tonight?"
Jensen checks the clock. 1.43am. It's a little early, but he dials in. "Candy? I'm out for the night, okay? Yeah, you too. G'night." He looks up at Jared. "I am now."
"Because I'd really like to-" Jared says, and Jensen stands up from his chair, and walks right into Jared's space and kisses him.
It takes a while, what with spending some time on the couch, just kissing, and then with Jared straddling his knees and kissing more, and then undressing each other in a tangle that's just inefficient but also essential, but eventually they're in Jensen's bedroom, and naked.
He has a little moment of what the fuck happens now? But the thing is, he knows. He's talked it out a thousand times. This time, he gets to do it. With Jared.
"Can I touch?" he says, and Jared nods so hard he blurs momentarily. Jensen laughs, which is not something he does on the line, and gets his face down on Jared's chest. Running fingers across muscles, and always aware that right there Jared's dick is reacting to his touches. He should probably do something about that.
How hard could a blowjob be? He knows the theory. Puts out a hand, and grasps Jared's dick. Jared says, "I think you should know I'm maybe two minutes away from coming, right now." Which takes away Jensen's doubts, because dammit, he wants to try this tonight. He opens up, sliding lips over the sticky head, feeling it stretch his jaw open. Oh, teeth. Bad, let's not get them involved. He slides further, trying to keep dick and teeth very much unconnected. Jared has a nice dick. Good sized, but not scary. Or at least, so Jensen thought before he tried to swallow it further. Fuck, this is impossible.
He gags, slightly, and Jared says, "Oh, shit, you don't have to-" and tugs on his hair to raise Jensen's head a little. Because Jared knows, and Jensen doesn't have to be perfect. "Just, like this," says Jared, one hand covering Jensen's on the base of his dick, the other lightly encouraging at the back of his head now. Jensen bobs up and down, remembers to suck, drools way too much, slurps loudly, forgets to co-ordinate hand and mouth, and then Jared says, "Fuck you are so fucking good at this, gonna make me come so hard," which is so patently untrue it would make Jensen laugh if he weren't otherwise occupied. But Jared comes anyway, with a groan and a hard bucking move of his hips that Jensen manages to go with.
Swallow? Yes. Apparently. Jared's twitching in Jensen's mouth, and there's come all over the place, inside and out. It tastes kind of awful, but Jensen really doesn't feel like spitting it out now it's here, so he gulps hard. Jared's dick slips out of his mouth, softening fast, and Jensen rolls onto his back. The aftertaste is better, strong but bearable. Better still when Jared slumps over and kisses him, licking his own taste out of Jensen's mouth. "Fucking awesome, babe," he gasps, and Jensen registers an important thing no one ever told him about sex before. Perfect has nothing to do with getting it right. It's just a feeling you get with someone else, if you're lucky. Jared's right. This is awesome.
They stay up way too late, exploring each other. Jensen discovers that receiving a blowjob is a dozen times better than giving, but it's the feeling of intensity that sucking Jared gave him that he remembers best next day. Jared confesses he mostly likes to top. Jensen's prepared to give the whole anal thing a shot, but they agree tonight is too soon for that, and fuck around with fingers and lube enough that Jensen a) learns a lot of valuable information for future sex and b) is pretty sure bottoming is something worth trying.
It's a warm night, and they're sticky and disgusting when they finally admit to exhaustion. "My shower? My not-revolting bed?" asks Jared, and they decamp downstairs, laughing at their messiness, alight with possibilities for tomorrow and beyond.