Movin' A Little Slow [NC-17] Jared/Jensen
Title: Movin’ A Little Slow
Author: hd_obsession
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn. And schmoop.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 2262
Summary: Jared and Jensen have their own wrap party.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for titheniel for her belated birthday!!! Her prompt was Jared and Jensen private wrap party & why Jensen couldn't move around that much at the con! I hope you like this babe, and that it lives up to what you wanted! Thanks to my awesome cheerleader whom I adore like no other, clubinthesky and thank you aoibhe for beta-ing! Love you girls.
Jensen and Jared fly in to Los Angeles right after shooting wraps. It’s still light outside when they leave the airport, but by the time they arrive at Jensen’s place, the sun is about to set. There’s just enough color left in the sky as they stumble into the house, and Jared looks beautiful with the reds and orange highlighting his tan skin.
They are both exhausted and fall into Jensen’s bed together.
Jensen wakes up a few hours later and glances over at the clock which says 10:00 PM in bright red. He wants to go back to sleep but he’s not tired anymore and he and Jared haven’t had time alone since they started shooting the finale a week ago. Sure, Jensen’s gone longer without some alone time, but he hates it and he wants to feel Jared against his skin, wants to kiss down that gorgeous lean body.
Jensen unbuttons the shirt Jared’s wearing and starts mouthing at the soft skin, stopping to suck marks every once in awhile. Jared’s hand comes down to grasp at his hair and he arches just a little and moans out Jensen’s name. Jensen crawls back up his body to kiss Jared, slipping his tongue inside and mapping the mouth he knows as well as his own. When he pulls back, Jared moans in disappointment and tries to find his lips to kiss him again but Jensen climbs off Jared’s body and the bed.
“Jensen,” Jared whines, reaching out to find some way to get Jensen back into bed. Jensen just shakes his head.
“It’ll be worth it, baby. I promise. When have I lied to you?”
Jared sighs and drops his hand but moves into a sitting position so he can see Jensen properly. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes with his knuckles and looks so much like a little boy that Jensen can’t help but lean over to kiss him gently on the cheek. Jared’s hand comes down and he looks into Jensen’s with love and affection. His smile widens and Jensen has to pull back before molesting him.
Jensen takes a deep breath and starts shaking his hips, slowly, from side to side, dancing to the rhythm beating in his head. He moves his hands up and down his body, stroking it over the fabric of his shirt before stopping at the first button and catching Jared’s eyes. He inhales sharply at the look of pure want Jared is shooting him, heat and molten lust shining through his darkened eyes. Jensen shakily unbuttons the first button revealing light golden skin dusted with freckles that he hates but Jared adores for some reason.
His hips still sway as he unbuttons the rest of the buttons slowly, letting Jared stare at each strip of skin that is being exposed. Jensen shivers at the way Jared is looking at him, eyes hooded and breathing shallow. He wants to just march over there and rip off his own clothes and then tip off Jared’s, but he’s learned that it’s always worth the wait. Especially with Jared.
Jensen shrugs the shirt off his shoulders and feels it pool around his feet. His hands move to the button on his jeans and he pauses to look at Jared. Jared is staring at him like he wants to devour him. Like Jensen is those rainbow sour strips he loves so much.
Jensen pops the button and pulls the zipper down very slowly, the snick of it and both of their combined breaths the only sounds in the room. He hooks both of his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and shifts his hips from side to side to pull them, along with his boxers, down an inch or two at a time. He turns around and bends at the waist to pull the jeans all the way down, ass in full display. Jensen feels kind of like a complete dork, but Jared has this thing for his ass and who is Jensen to deny him? He steps out of his jeans and rises up slowly, glancing at Jared over one shoulder. Jared looks like sin personified with his hair in disarray, eyes dark, breathing shallow, and lips bitten red in anticipation.
Jensen stands there stark naked and lets Jared look at him. Jensen can feel the flush rise on his body, a dull red all over. Jared loves watching him, staring and cataloging every part just like Jensen loves staring at a naked Jared. Speaking of which…
He saunters over to where Jared lays, hips still moving almost obscenely with his cock hard and flush against his belly. He straddles Jared on the bed, rough denim catching his smooth skin, and he caresses the skin that he bared earlier, leaning down to lick and bite at Jared’s nipples.
“Jensen, c’mon…please,” he pleads and Jensen decides to take pity on him; he can’t take much more teasing either. He quickly undoes the rest of Jared’s buttons and has him lean up so he can take the shirt off. Jared’s muscles ripple and flex and Jensen runs his hands up and down those biceps that could hold him down. Manhandle him. But not right now. He unbuttons and unzips Jared’s jeans and Jared lifts his hips up so Jensen can pull them down. And Jared isn’t wearing any underwear. Fuck.
He looks up to meet Jared’s eyes and Jared just smirks at him. Jensen smiles wickedly and leans down to press a kiss on Jared’s inner thigh and he feels Jared’s shudder. He licks a stripe up Jared’s cock from root to tip and Jared whines, trying to push Jensen’s head down and stop end the torment. But Jensen is a master at cock-teasing, he learned from Jared himself. He sucks the head of Jared’s cock into his mouth, but doesn’t suck like he usually would. Just light gentle licks that are nowhere near enough pressure.
He pulls back after a while and touches his lips that have gotten all tingly. Jensen leans down again to mark Jared’s hipbones, Jensen’s favorite part of Jared. They’re sharp and tan and the skin is so smooth in that spot, and they always make Jared go insane every time Jensen marks him up. Either because they’re such an erogenous zone, or Jared just gets off on Jensen bruising him as Jensen’s, it doesn’t matter. Jensen spends a couple minutes leaving purple hickeys on each hipbone, biting and licking and sucking. He pulls up to stare and nods with satisfaction just as Jared jerks him up in a bruising kiss. Jensen’s hands bracket the side of Jared’s face as they kiss for long minutes. When they finally pull back for air, both of their lips are swollen and gorgeous.
Jensen winks at him and travels back down Jared’s body, leaving soft wet kisses in his wake. He pulls the jeans off slowly, kissing the skin that is revealed, tracing light fingertips over Jared’s thighs, knees, calves, ankles. He finally pulls the jeans completely off and throws them, hearing them hit the floor with a thump somewhere behind him. Jensen straddles Jared’s hips again, both of their cocks brushing, and grinds against him in order to find some sort of friction. Jared’s hands come up to hold Jensen’s waist, thumbs rubbing against his own hipbones and stilling him.
“Jensen. No more teasing. Just fuck me. Or ride me. Something!” Jared practically begs.
“Fuck, yes. Fine, fine.”
He leans over the bed, knowing Jared will hold him so he doesn’t fall, and reaches into their bag to pull out the condoms and lube. He rights himself and lets the condom fall to the bed, flipping the cap of the lube open and dribbling some onto his fingers. He closes the cap, and lets that fall to the bed too, rising up and putting the weight on his knees. Jared inhales sharply, eyes riveted to where Jensen’s fingers are teasing his hole. Jared loves watching Jensen finger himself, Jensen knows, and Jensen is willing to do whatever it takes to get Jared even more turned out. Jensen slips one finger in, then two, scissoring them to try and stretch himself for Jared’s gorgeous cock. He gets three in and Jared lets out this little growl so Jensen pulls them out, moaning at the loss.
Jensen picks up the condom and tears off the wrapper, slipping it onto Jared lightening fast, not even bothering to tease. They’re both on edge and Jensen can’t wait any longer. He swipes his lubed fingers deftly up Jared’s length before wiping his hands on the sheets.
Jensen puts both his hands on Jared’s chest and positions Jared’s cock at his entrance, sinking down inch by glorious inch. Jared’s hands tighten at his waist and Jensen knows this must be painstaking to watch and feel. He’s finally fully seated and he feels so amazing, so full of Jared.
“Fuck Jared. So amazing baby.”
Jensen lifts up and down a couple more times, getting used to Jared’s size. He speeds up, trying to find that angle that makes him go dizzy and there. He leans down to kiss Jared as he goes even faster, Jared helping, hitting that spot inside him over and over again and both of them moan as Jensen clenches around Jared and comes all over the both of them.
Jared suddenly flips them over and begins to rock into him in earnest, still hitting that spot, as Jensen writhes underneath him.
“Jesus Christ Jensen. So tight. So gorgeous. So hot baby.”
Jared kisses him as he pumps his hips a few more time and then he stills and comes, groaning out Jensen’s name and a couple of blasphemies. Jared collapses on top of him, sweaty and sated and warm, and Jensen rubs his hand up and down Jared’s back, content. He doesn’t want Jared to pull out; it feels too perfect like this.
Jared does, eventually, and ties the condom, throwing it away before pulling Jensen up and dragging both of them into a warm shower. Jensen is too tired to do anything but kiss Jared languidly under the warm spray. They soap each other up and let the soap wash away before toweling each other dry and falling into bed, Jared curled around him. It doesn’t take long before they’re both asleep, Jared whispering I love you, and Jensen falls asleep with a smile on his face.
* * *
“Jensen!” Jared’s voice penetrates through the thick hazy dreams Jensen is having and he mumbles something. Jared’s voice gets closer and Jensen is wide awake now. Awesome.
“Wha? Jared why are you waking me up at stupid o’clock? The alarm hasn’t even rung yet.”
At least that’s what Jensen hopes he said, he think it was just a mumble of words though. Jared is shaking him awake and turning him over to look at the alarm clock and oh shit. He overslept.
“You’re just going to have to get up and face those fangirls Jensen.” Jared teases - voice husky with sleep.
“Mmmm…later. Would rather lie here with you.” Jensen says.
“Sweet talker. C’mon, up and at ‘em.” Jared says and swats Jensen’s ass as he gets off the bed. Jensen doesn’t squeak. Really.
He sighs wearily and gets off the bed, quickly pulling on his jeans, his favorite gray shirt that’s worn with use, and a blue dress shirt. Jared’s already dressed in Jensen’s favorite black button down and is brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Jensen grabs his own brush and hip checks Jared as they brush - small foamy grins on each of their faces. Jensen quickly puts a little gel in his hair and they both walk down the stairs of Jensen’s apartment and thank Clif as he hands them coffee (there truly is a God). They get into the car and drive to the hotel where the convention will be. Jared kisses Jensen right before they get out of the car, to give him some courage and Jensen is thankful for the tinted windows, otherwise fangirls would have a field day.
They get inside and Jensen swears he’s going to go deaf much earlier due to screaming, but whatever. They’re his fans, and though they scare him sometimes, they’re damn supportive, and that’s the least he can do. He sips his coffee, surveys the crowd, and glances at Jared as he talks. Clif knows him well and the coffee does an awesome job in perking him up. Jared there at his side helps too. They talk about the show and Jared makes a comment about him hitting the off button instead of snooze which is why they’re so late. Jensen sends him a mock glare but Jared just grins widely and Jared has the type of grin that’s really infectious so Jensen can’t help but grin back.
Someone asks about the wrap party on Friday and Jensen says that they couldn’t make it because of them having to come to LA.
“Jared and I had our own wrap party last night.” He tells the fans. Then he adds, with a little smirk, "Which is why I'm movin' a little slow this morning."
The fangirls and fanboys clap and whisper and Jensen can’t even bring himself to care, just laughs with them and sends Jared a heated look when they’re eyes meet. Jared’s eyes darken and there are thinly veiled promises and threats of what Jared’s going to do when he gets the chance hidden there.
Jensen can’t wait for later.
Author: hd_obsession
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn. And schmoop.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 2262
Summary: Jared and Jensen have their own wrap party.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for titheniel for her belated birthday!!! Her prompt was Jared and Jensen private wrap party & why Jensen couldn't move around that much at the con! I hope you like this babe, and that it lives up to what you wanted! Thanks to my awesome cheerleader whom I adore like no other, clubinthesky and thank you aoibhe for beta-ing! Love you girls.
Jensen and Jared fly in to Los Angeles right after shooting wraps. It’s still light outside when they leave the airport, but by the time they arrive at Jensen’s place, the sun is about to set. There’s just enough color left in the sky as they stumble into the house, and Jared looks beautiful with the reds and orange highlighting his tan skin.
They are both exhausted and fall into Jensen’s bed together.
Jensen wakes up a few hours later and glances over at the clock which says 10:00 PM in bright red. He wants to go back to sleep but he’s not tired anymore and he and Jared haven’t had time alone since they started shooting the finale a week ago. Sure, Jensen’s gone longer without some alone time, but he hates it and he wants to feel Jared against his skin, wants to kiss down that gorgeous lean body.
Jensen unbuttons the shirt Jared’s wearing and starts mouthing at the soft skin, stopping to suck marks every once in awhile. Jared’s hand comes down to grasp at his hair and he arches just a little and moans out Jensen’s name. Jensen crawls back up his body to kiss Jared, slipping his tongue inside and mapping the mouth he knows as well as his own. When he pulls back, Jared moans in disappointment and tries to find his lips to kiss him again but Jensen climbs off Jared’s body and the bed.
“Jensen,” Jared whines, reaching out to find some way to get Jensen back into bed. Jensen just shakes his head.
“It’ll be worth it, baby. I promise. When have I lied to you?”
Jared sighs and drops his hand but moves into a sitting position so he can see Jensen properly. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes with his knuckles and looks so much like a little boy that Jensen can’t help but lean over to kiss him gently on the cheek. Jared’s hand comes down and he looks into Jensen’s with love and affection. His smile widens and Jensen has to pull back before molesting him.
Jensen takes a deep breath and starts shaking his hips, slowly, from side to side, dancing to the rhythm beating in his head. He moves his hands up and down his body, stroking it over the fabric of his shirt before stopping at the first button and catching Jared’s eyes. He inhales sharply at the look of pure want Jared is shooting him, heat and molten lust shining through his darkened eyes. Jensen shakily unbuttons the first button revealing light golden skin dusted with freckles that he hates but Jared adores for some reason.
His hips still sway as he unbuttons the rest of the buttons slowly, letting Jared stare at each strip of skin that is being exposed. Jensen shivers at the way Jared is looking at him, eyes hooded and breathing shallow. He wants to just march over there and rip off his own clothes and then tip off Jared’s, but he’s learned that it’s always worth the wait. Especially with Jared.
Jensen shrugs the shirt off his shoulders and feels it pool around his feet. His hands move to the button on his jeans and he pauses to look at Jared. Jared is staring at him like he wants to devour him. Like Jensen is those rainbow sour strips he loves so much.
Jensen pops the button and pulls the zipper down very slowly, the snick of it and both of their combined breaths the only sounds in the room. He hooks both of his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and shifts his hips from side to side to pull them, along with his boxers, down an inch or two at a time. He turns around and bends at the waist to pull the jeans all the way down, ass in full display. Jensen feels kind of like a complete dork, but Jared has this thing for his ass and who is Jensen to deny him? He steps out of his jeans and rises up slowly, glancing at Jared over one shoulder. Jared looks like sin personified with his hair in disarray, eyes dark, breathing shallow, and lips bitten red in anticipation.
Jensen stands there stark naked and lets Jared look at him. Jensen can feel the flush rise on his body, a dull red all over. Jared loves watching him, staring and cataloging every part just like Jensen loves staring at a naked Jared. Speaking of which…
He saunters over to where Jared lays, hips still moving almost obscenely with his cock hard and flush against his belly. He straddles Jared on the bed, rough denim catching his smooth skin, and he caresses the skin that he bared earlier, leaning down to lick and bite at Jared’s nipples.
“Jensen, c’mon…please,” he pleads and Jensen decides to take pity on him; he can’t take much more teasing either. He quickly undoes the rest of Jared’s buttons and has him lean up so he can take the shirt off. Jared’s muscles ripple and flex and Jensen runs his hands up and down those biceps that could hold him down. Manhandle him. But not right now. He unbuttons and unzips Jared’s jeans and Jared lifts his hips up so Jensen can pull them down. And Jared isn’t wearing any underwear. Fuck.
He looks up to meet Jared’s eyes and Jared just smirks at him. Jensen smiles wickedly and leans down to press a kiss on Jared’s inner thigh and he feels Jared’s shudder. He licks a stripe up Jared’s cock from root to tip and Jared whines, trying to push Jensen’s head down and stop end the torment. But Jensen is a master at cock-teasing, he learned from Jared himself. He sucks the head of Jared’s cock into his mouth, but doesn’t suck like he usually would. Just light gentle licks that are nowhere near enough pressure.
He pulls back after a while and touches his lips that have gotten all tingly. Jensen leans down again to mark Jared’s hipbones, Jensen’s favorite part of Jared. They’re sharp and tan and the skin is so smooth in that spot, and they always make Jared go insane every time Jensen marks him up. Either because they’re such an erogenous zone, or Jared just gets off on Jensen bruising him as Jensen’s, it doesn’t matter. Jensen spends a couple minutes leaving purple hickeys on each hipbone, biting and licking and sucking. He pulls up to stare and nods with satisfaction just as Jared jerks him up in a bruising kiss. Jensen’s hands bracket the side of Jared’s face as they kiss for long minutes. When they finally pull back for air, both of their lips are swollen and gorgeous.
Jensen winks at him and travels back down Jared’s body, leaving soft wet kisses in his wake. He pulls the jeans off slowly, kissing the skin that is revealed, tracing light fingertips over Jared’s thighs, knees, calves, ankles. He finally pulls the jeans completely off and throws them, hearing them hit the floor with a thump somewhere behind him. Jensen straddles Jared’s hips again, both of their cocks brushing, and grinds against him in order to find some sort of friction. Jared’s hands come up to hold Jensen’s waist, thumbs rubbing against his own hipbones and stilling him.
“Jensen. No more teasing. Just fuck me. Or ride me. Something!” Jared practically begs.
“Fuck, yes. Fine, fine.”
He leans over the bed, knowing Jared will hold him so he doesn’t fall, and reaches into their bag to pull out the condoms and lube. He rights himself and lets the condom fall to the bed, flipping the cap of the lube open and dribbling some onto his fingers. He closes the cap, and lets that fall to the bed too, rising up and putting the weight on his knees. Jared inhales sharply, eyes riveted to where Jensen’s fingers are teasing his hole. Jared loves watching Jensen finger himself, Jensen knows, and Jensen is willing to do whatever it takes to get Jared even more turned out. Jensen slips one finger in, then two, scissoring them to try and stretch himself for Jared’s gorgeous cock. He gets three in and Jared lets out this little growl so Jensen pulls them out, moaning at the loss.
Jensen picks up the condom and tears off the wrapper, slipping it onto Jared lightening fast, not even bothering to tease. They’re both on edge and Jensen can’t wait any longer. He swipes his lubed fingers deftly up Jared’s length before wiping his hands on the sheets.
Jensen puts both his hands on Jared’s chest and positions Jared’s cock at his entrance, sinking down inch by glorious inch. Jared’s hands tighten at his waist and Jensen knows this must be painstaking to watch and feel. He’s finally fully seated and he feels so amazing, so full of Jared.
“Fuck Jared. So amazing baby.”
Jensen lifts up and down a couple more times, getting used to Jared’s size. He speeds up, trying to find that angle that makes him go dizzy and there. He leans down to kiss Jared as he goes even faster, Jared helping, hitting that spot inside him over and over again and both of them moan as Jensen clenches around Jared and comes all over the both of them.
Jared suddenly flips them over and begins to rock into him in earnest, still hitting that spot, as Jensen writhes underneath him.
“Jesus Christ Jensen. So tight. So gorgeous. So hot baby.”
Jared kisses him as he pumps his hips a few more time and then he stills and comes, groaning out Jensen’s name and a couple of blasphemies. Jared collapses on top of him, sweaty and sated and warm, and Jensen rubs his hand up and down Jared’s back, content. He doesn’t want Jared to pull out; it feels too perfect like this.
Jared does, eventually, and ties the condom, throwing it away before pulling Jensen up and dragging both of them into a warm shower. Jensen is too tired to do anything but kiss Jared languidly under the warm spray. They soap each other up and let the soap wash away before toweling each other dry and falling into bed, Jared curled around him. It doesn’t take long before they’re both asleep, Jared whispering I love you, and Jensen falls asleep with a smile on his face.
* * *
“Jensen!” Jared’s voice penetrates through the thick hazy dreams Jensen is having and he mumbles something. Jared’s voice gets closer and Jensen is wide awake now. Awesome.
“Wha? Jared why are you waking me up at stupid o’clock? The alarm hasn’t even rung yet.”
At least that’s what Jensen hopes he said, he think it was just a mumble of words though. Jared is shaking him awake and turning him over to look at the alarm clock and oh shit. He overslept.
“You’re just going to have to get up and face those fangirls Jensen.” Jared teases - voice husky with sleep.
“Mmmm…later. Would rather lie here with you.” Jensen says.
“Sweet talker. C’mon, up and at ‘em.” Jared says and swats Jensen’s ass as he gets off the bed. Jensen doesn’t squeak. Really.
He sighs wearily and gets off the bed, quickly pulling on his jeans, his favorite gray shirt that’s worn with use, and a blue dress shirt. Jared’s already dressed in Jensen’s favorite black button down and is brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Jensen grabs his own brush and hip checks Jared as they brush - small foamy grins on each of their faces. Jensen quickly puts a little gel in his hair and they both walk down the stairs of Jensen’s apartment and thank Clif as he hands them coffee (there truly is a God). They get into the car and drive to the hotel where the convention will be. Jared kisses Jensen right before they get out of the car, to give him some courage and Jensen is thankful for the tinted windows, otherwise fangirls would have a field day.
They get inside and Jensen swears he’s going to go deaf much earlier due to screaming, but whatever. They’re his fans, and though they scare him sometimes, they’re damn supportive, and that’s the least he can do. He sips his coffee, surveys the crowd, and glances at Jared as he talks. Clif knows him well and the coffee does an awesome job in perking him up. Jared there at his side helps too. They talk about the show and Jared makes a comment about him hitting the off button instead of snooze which is why they’re so late. Jensen sends him a mock glare but Jared just grins widely and Jared has the type of grin that’s really infectious so Jensen can’t help but grin back.
Someone asks about the wrap party on Friday and Jensen says that they couldn’t make it because of them having to come to LA.
“Jared and I had our own wrap party last night.” He tells the fans. Then he adds, with a little smirk, "Which is why I'm movin' a little slow this morning."
The fangirls and fanboys clap and whisper and Jensen can’t even bring himself to care, just laughs with them and sends Jared a heated look when they’re eyes meet. Jared’s eyes darken and there are thinly veiled promises and threats of what Jared’s going to do when he gets the chance hidden there.
Jensen can’t wait for later.