SPN: Valentine 3: The Morning After
Title: Valentine 3: Morning After
Author:
chef_geekier
Genre: RPS PWP
Characters, Pairing(s): J2, Misha Collins, Christian Kane
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,147
Kinks/Warnings: Rimming, anal sex, Misha and Chris being insane.
Jared awoke to the not unpleasant sensation of someone running their hand up and down his chest. He smiled and opened his eyes, then froze, heart threatening to explode. Jensen was lying next to him, propped up on one elbow, apparently naked and with an evil-looking grin on his face.
“Um... hi?” Jared squeaked out. As the memory of the previous night came back, he flushed crimson and wanted to duck under the covers to hide. He'd really embarrassed himself.
“Hi,” Jensen responded easily, hand still moving. “Care to explain the reasoning behind the awesome Valentine's present?”
“I... well...” Jared was lost for words, and still more than a little scared that Jensen was going to kick his arse. Jared may have been the taller of the two, but Jensen actually fit into his skin and knew how to move. “I...”
“You said that already,” Jensen looked on the verge of laughing, which didn't exactly help to settle Jared's thought process. “How about I help you out?”
With that, Jensen pulled back the covers to reveal them both fully naked, and moved to settle in between Jared's legs.
“Say stop any time you want,” Jensen breathed out, before leaning in to press kisses along Jared's throat and shoulder.
Jared blinked in surprise, but slowly relaxed as he felt Jensen's mouth moving along his skin. He'd thought that last night was a drunken mistake for both of them, but maybe... he let out a groan when Jensen's tongue flicked across his nipple, and brought his hands up to encircle Jensen's waist.
“That's it,” Jensen pulled up a little and sent him a reassuring smile. “Now, think you can talk?”
“I want you,” Jared blurted out. “I dunno if it's love or whatever, but I don't want you to be with anyone else. Just me.” A thought crossed his mind and he tightened his grip for a moment. “Jen, what about... are you and Shelly...”
“She dumped me last night,” Jensen cut in. “I don't care. I'd much rather have you.” He nuzzled at Jared's chest, smiling softly. “Wanted you for a long time, but you never showed an interest in guys.”
“Oh,” Jared tried to process the idea of Jensen liking him like that, and he realised it was fairly easy. “So... what now?”
“We've had a few years of foreplay. How about we skip right to the sex part?”
“Fuck yes,” Jared grinned and yanked Jensen up for a kiss. They broke apart fairly quickly - stale beer and morning breath wasn't a great combination - and Jensen lowered his body to rub against Jared's.
“You ever done this before?” Jensen asked, suddenly sounding concerned.
“Not... not exactly...” Jared ground out as he thrust his hips up. “Made out with some girls, never got further than that...”
“Okay,” Jensen nodded. “Keep forgetting how innocent you still are.”
“Innocent?” Jared managed a laugh, even as he wanted to groan at the delicious friction against his hardened cock. “I'm friends with Chris and Misha, remember?”
“I didn't say you were naïve,” Jensen corrected him. “But you haven't gone through with as much as the rest of us.” Before Jared could feel bad about his lack of experience, Jensen leaned down and whispered in his ear, filthy-hot. “Gonna be so much fun teaching you.”
“Yeah,” Jared breathed out, hands moving up and down Jensen's back. Gathering his courage, he slipped one hand over Jensen's arse, then around his hip to stroke along Jensen's erection.
“Quick learner,” Jensen sounded pleased as he nipped at Jared's ear. “So, you got a preference for giving or receiving?”
“Don't care,” Jared shook his head. He opened his hand wider and managed to capture both dicks, stroking them both at once. “Just want you.”
“Okay baby. Okay.” Jensen sounded a little out of breath, and his hips were pushing forward into Jared's grip, causing a delightful slide of skin. “Roll over, I'll give you a first time to remember.” With that he pulled back, and Jared quickly rolled onto his stomach. Jensen leaned over and fished something out of the bedside cabinet, then returned and ran a hand over Jared's arse.
“Jen? Just... is this gonna hurt?” Jared asked in a small voice. He wanted this, sure, but he was still a little scared.
“At first,” Jensen admitted. “But I'll do everything I can to make it better. The more often we do this, the less it'll hurt. Promise.”
“Okay,” Jared sighed as he felt Jensen massaging his arse cheeks. He tried to relax, to just go with whatever Jensen decided to show him.
When he felt a lick along the curve of his arse though, Jared's head shot up.
“Jen! That's... You shouldn't do that!”
“Why not?” Jensen asked, sounding genuinely curious.
“It's not clean, I mean... I haven't showered since yesterday, and...”
“Don't worry. Promise I'm not gonna die from rimming you.”
“Yeah but... ah, fuck it,” Jared forced himself to relax as Jensen continued licking closer and closer to his hole. If Jensen wasn't worried, then he'd try not to be - after all, Jensen was the one who always thought things through.
“That's my boy,” Jensen pressed a brief kiss to the bottom of his spine, then started to lick at his arse hole properly. It was a strange feeling, but the more Jensen did it the more Jared decided that he liked it. His muscles relaxed under the constant soft attention, and he fought to keep himself from rutting against the bed. When Jensen managed to breach him with his tongue, gently fucking in and out, he couldn't hold back the soft moans of enjoyment any more.
“Oh fuck Jen, please,” he reached back and caressed the back of Jensen's head, not caring about the awkward angle of his arm. “Please more, I can take it.”
“Hmmm,” Jensen hummed in consideration, even as he thrust his tongue further inside of Jared.
“Oh my... fuck...” Jared squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation.
“Getting there,” Jensen pulled back. Jared let out a soft growl of protest, but was quickly silenced when a slick finger pressed into him. “Shh, it's okay,” Jensen rubbed his back in comfort, and Jared realised that he was tensing up again.
“Sorry,” Jared tried to relax. Jensen leaned forward and nuzzled between his shoulder blades as he started to move his finger in and out.
“Just relax. I'm gonna take good care of you. I promise.”
“I know,” Jared sighed. He forced himself to relax again, soaking up the affection Jensen was giving him. The finger felt weird, but he figured that it would get better.
“Hm, how to get you moaning again,” Jensen pondered aloud. He soon pressed another finger into Jared, slicked up with lube. It burned a little, but it wasn't unbearable, so Jared waited for it to get better again. Then he felt Jensen's tongue tracing around the rim of his hole, and he certainly enjoyed that.
“Damn Jen, your tongue...” he groaned out, happy to let that feeling distract him. “Is there anything it can't make better?” He felt Jensen laugh against him, but thankfully he didn't stop the licks and kisses he was lavishing on Jared's rear. Then he managed to crook his fingers just right, and Jared's head shot up off the bed.
“Fuck! Okay, yes, you found it! Keep doing that!”
Jensen seemed to nearly collapse with laughter at his response, hot breath wafting over Jared's skin, but he didn't care since Jensen's fingers kept moving, thrusting in and out against his prostate. Jared didn't even try to protest when Jensen added a third finger - yes, the stretch was starting to get painful, but the pleasure was well worth it, and he let out a low moan of sheer want.
“Can't wait to get inside you,” Jensen commented, voice deepening. Jared found that he really liked the sound of it, and tried to focus. “So fucking hot. All mine. Can't believe I get to have you.”
Jared tried to protest, but Jensen was now massaging his perineum as well, stimulating him from both outside and inside, and he couldn't quite remember how to make his mouth form words. Instead he moved his hips, unable to keep still any more, and didn't spare a single thought to the diminishing burning sensation.
“Think you're about ready for the main attraction, don't you?” With that, Jensen pulled away completely, and Jared let out a whine at the sudden loss. When he turned his head to complain, though, he saw that Jensen was ripping open a condom packet.
“Oh yes,” Jared quickly slid up onto his knees, forearms braced against the bed. “C'mon Jen, please.”
“Fuck Jay,” Jensen's eyes were dark with lust, and he made short work of sliding on the condom. Jared had a brief flash of worry when he saw the size of Jensen's dick, but it was buried when Jensen wrapped one hand around Jared's cock, stroking him as he used the other to guide himself into Jared's arse.
“Yeah...” Jared groaned out as he felt Jensen pressing in. Every few seconds Jensen would withdraw and then thrust in again, slowly going deeper. Jared was grateful for the slow pace to start with, knowing that it would be far too easy to hurt himself doing this, but he really wanted to hurry up and get to the good part.
“'S okay baby,” Jensen muttered, stroking Jared's dick a little harder. “Just a little more. Doing so well. Damn, so tight... so perfect...”
With a final slide, Jared felt Jensen's hips against his buttocks, and sighed in relief. Jensen was still for a few seconds to let him get used to it, then slowly started to withdraw and thrust properly. With ever push Jared felt himself opening up more, the slide getting steadily easier, and soon Jensen was able to alter his position and angle enough to be hitting his prostate with most of his thrusts.
“That's it,” Jared let his head drop forward, using his arms as leverage to push back against Jensen's thrusts. “Perfect, Jen, just perfect.”
“So fucking hot like this,” Jensen was thrusting in earnest, not trying to draw it out any further. “Gonna get to see you lose it all the time now. No one else touches you, no one.”
“Promise, just yours,” Jared let out brief whimpers as the breath was fucked out of him, but did his best to answer. “Never... never want... anyone else.”
“Good,” Jensen growled, stroking harder, and within a few heartbeats Jared felt his orgasm getting closer.
“Jen, gonna come...”
“Do it. Let go for me.”
“Jensen!” Jared shouted as, with a final glide against his prostate, he came all over Jensen's hand. He felt Jensen's hips stutter as they slammed against him, then Jensen let out a low groan as he ground his dick as far into Jared as he could.
“Fuck,” Jensen whispered as he gingerly withdrew. Jared let himself collapse to one side, a dopey grin on his face as he watched Jensen through half-lidded eyes. After removing and disposing of the condom, Jensen smiled back at Jared - then started poking him in the side.
“Gerroff,” Jared swiped at his hand, missing by a mile. “Sleep?”
“Nope,” Jensen shook his head. “We gotta get cleaned up. You said you'd meet up with Misha at lunch to go over that project you've got due.”
“Jeeeeeennnnn...” Jared whined, trying out his puppy-eyes. It didn't seem to affect Jensen.
“Come on. I'll go with you. Then we come back here and spend the rest of the afternoon in bed. That enough of an incentive?”
After a moment, Jared sighed and nodded.
“I'd much rather just sleep with you now,” he pointed out. Jensen didn't respond, other than to whack him on the arse.
~*~
Chris was sitting on the grass in the quad with Misha. He looked up and took one look at Jared and Jensen, before shouting out a greeting.
“Blood and thunder!”
“Victory at sea!” Misha shouted in response, before the two of them collapsed onto the grass laughing.
“Uh, what's up with them?” Jared asked, perplexed. Jensen shrugged and sat down, pulling Jared with him.
“I don't think we want to know.”
Jared considered the possibilities, then nodded. Chris and Misha were scary.