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FIC ALMOST A YEAR LATER?! DAAAAAMN.
All Jared/Jensen. Rating marked [PG - NC-17]
Fic 1: NC-17
Jared flirts with Misha (or other OMC) to make Jensen jealous, when Jensen gets Jared back home he sets out to make sure Jared knows who he belongs to.
The thing is, Jared and Jensen’s relationship is fine. Awesome, even. They have fun, have fucking fantastic sex, and are in this for the long haul. Both of them know that this thing between them is forever. That doesn’t mean that Jared can’t bring some excitement to their relationship.
One of the things that gets Jared off faster than anything is how Jensen gets when he’s jealous. Jensen logically knows that Jared would never leave him (how could he, Jensen is hotter and more amazing than every other guy in the world), but that doesn’t mean that Jared doesn’t benefit from Jensen proving to the world that Jared is Jensen’s alone.
So the next time they go out to the club Chad invited them to, Jared is on a mission. Chad, of course, leaves them as soon as he says hi, saying he has people to meet, women to seduce. Classic Chad behavior. It’s not like they expected any different. Jared has been told he can charm the pants off anybody and while he literally would only do that to Jensen, that doesn’t mean he can’t flirt with people that happen to dance near him.
Jared strokes his long fingers gently across gleaming chests. He leans in to whisper a joke or tilts his head back baring his throat as he laughs. Jensen’s constantly behind him of course, but he doesn’t do anything more than tighten his fingers on Jared’s hips in warning. Clearly, Jared needs to up the ante.
He goes to the bar, pressing a soft kiss to Jensen’s lips and murmuring about needing hydration. He winds his way through the gyrating bodies and makes his way to the counter asking the bartender for a cold Corona. He’s pressed in next to a girl who is busy talking to some guy and a man who is just sitting there, nursing his shot. He’s decent enough and seems lost in thought. Jared nudges him gently, making it seem like an accident, and the guy’s eyes raise to meet his. He does a quick once-over and Jared can see that the guy likes what he sees. Perfect. Jared casually glances back to see if Jensen is watching and is pleased to see that he is, eyes not straying from Jared.
Jared hides his smirk and starts making conversation with the dude, Matt. His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue, even if they don’t hold a candle to Jensen’s verdant ones. Jared inwardly rolls his eyes at himself - he’s so whipped.
He asks Matt about his job, a firefighter, and what’s got him down, just broke up with his ex. Jared doesn’t want to lure Matt into anything, especially when he’s not going to follow through, so he leans in to whisper in his ear.
“Hey, man, breaking up is rough and you seem like a great guy. I wanna ask a favor, though. My boyfriend is probably glaring daggers at me by now, but I’m really in the mood for him to get all possessive on my ass, so I need you to flirt with me. Is that okay?”
Matt hums and runs his fingertips along Jared’s arm.
“I’ll do what I can. Sucks you’re taken, though. You seem like fun,” he says with a wink.
Jared laughs at that, liking the guy more by the second. He ducks his head and lets his bangs fall in front of his eyes, peering at Matt through them. They talk more about their respective jobs, but to an outsider, it seems like so much more.
Barely five minutes go by before Jared can feel someone fitting themselves behind him. He just knows it’s his boyfriend and winks at Matt.
“Hey Jared,” Jensen says, hand clutching Jared’s shoulder.
“Hey Jen,” Jared says brightly, leaning back slightly into Jensen. “This is Matt, he’s been keeping me company as the bartender completely ignores my order.”
“Sup, man,” Matt says nodding his head. Jensen nods back, but otherwise doesn’t say anything to him.
“Jared, I’m ready to go if you are? We can just have beer at home,” Jensen tells him. Jared knows he’s just asking as a formality and what he means is, get your ass in the car so I can take your ass. Jared resists from cackling like a villain. Just barely.
“It was nice meeting you Matt, I’ll see you around maybe.” Jared tells Matt, backing away from the bar, Jensen still pressed against him.
“I sure hope so,” Matt says and smirks.
Jensen all but drags him outside and to the car, pushing Jared against the door and kissing him messily.
“What. The. Fuck. Were you doing in there with that guy?” Jensen growls in between kissing the life out of Jared.
“Matt? Talking,” Jared says flippantly, like he doesn’t know what this is doing to Jensen.
Jensen backs away and Jared doesn’t whine in despair. He doesn’t.
Jensen raises his eyebrow at Jared and damn him for having the sexiest eyebrow raise ever.
“Oh really? That’s all? You weren’t flirting with him trying to make me jealous?” Jensen asks, crossing his arms and emphasizing those glorious biceps. Fuck, can they be home already?
Sometimes Jensen is too damn knowing for his own good.
“Now why would I do that?” Jared asks, playing innocent. He knows Jensen knows him way better than that, but it’s all part of the act.
“Because you love me showing you who you belong to? Because you fucking get off on me pounding your ass and marking your skin.” Jensen is smirking at him now, like he knows all of Jared’s thoughts. Because he does.
“Then show me,” Jared says coyly. Jensen grunts in frustrations and grumbles about mouthy brats, but he kisses Jared hard before pulling away and going to the drivers side, unlocking the door, and getting in. Jared leans against the door for a second, fingering his lips. Fuck, he loves the way Jensen kisses.
“You know,” Jensen starts, breaking the silence that has fallen between them in the car. They’re almost home and it’s not uncomfortable, but anticipatory. “Instead of trying to make me jealous, you could just tell me.”
“But, Jensen, where would the fun be in that,” Jared teases and Jensen just rolls his eyes at him. Jared’s glad Jensen just plays along and never thinks Jared is serious about the flirting, because that could lead to some sticky situations. And not the fun kind.
They pull into their driveway and before they get out of the car, Jensen holds Jared in his place with his arm across Jared’s chest.
“You have two minutes to get upstairs, strip, and get in bed. You take longer and I leave you to it on your own. Got it?”
Fuck yes.
Jared nods and Jensen removes his hand. Jared has no shame in saying that he pretty much runs upstairs, thankful that the lock took mere seconds to open. He quickly divests himself of his tightfitting jeans and shirt, not even noticing where he’s thrown them and launches himself on the bed with seconds to spare. Jensen comes in languidly, the jerk. But there’s a satisfied smile on his face and a promise that he’ll make it worth it. He starts taking off his own clothes and Jared licks his lips as Jensen’s skin is revealed. Jensen’s moving at a snail’s pace though and Jared knows it’s to make him wait but seriously.
“Jensen, c’mon man, please!” Jared’s not above begging.
“Hey, you decided to flirt with a random guy to get me to fuck you into the bed. So now you can wait patiently.”
Jared huffs but can’t really argue with him. Finally Jensen is naked and hard and looking like a wet dream. Jared’s legs fall open and Jensen climbs onto the bed and on top of him. He kisses Jared fiercely, tongue fighting with Jared’s and kissing him like he means business. He moves away from Jared’s mouth and attacks his neck, biting and nipping and marking it up with hickeys. Jared arches into the tough, Jensen’s mouth sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. Jensen’s not even touching his dick but he can feel it emitting a little precome.
He moans as Jensen sucks on a particularly sensitive spot and moves to fist himself. Jensen stops him though, like he knows exactly what Jared is going to do. Jensen’s eyes are dark as he pulls away.
“Don’t even think about it,” he grits out before holding both of Jared’s hand above his head. “Keep them there until I can tell you to move them.”
Jared nods, not able to do much else.
Jensen moves down his body, making a stop at Jared’s nipples and biting at them until they’re hard and pebbled. He kisses around the ‘J’ he has tattooed above the left one, curling that talented tongue perfectly along the ink. He moves to the other side and uses his fingers to tug at the delicate nubs, heightening the pleasure. Jared’s a mess beneath Jensen, body bowing like a fine tuned instrument under Jensen’s hands.
After he’s tortured his chest enough, Jensen continues to Jared’s hips. Jensen loves that part of Jared, as he’s said a million times before.
He kisses the hipbones gently before sucking bruises in the dip and curve on either one, Jared panting and groaning curses below him. As much as Jensen loves laving attention on those parts, Jared loves getting Jensen’s full concentration there.
“Your goddamn mouth, Jensen. So fucking perfect.” Jared gasps out.
Jensen doesn’t suck Jared’s leaking dick, just like Jared knew he wouldn’t, but he does place a feather soft kiss at the base and swipes his tongue quickly over the head, making it just spurt more.
“Turn around.” Jensen commands and Jared does instantly. He pushes his face into the pillows and tries not to push his dick into the mattress in order to get some friction. He has faith that Jensen will take care of it.
He hears the bedside table and the next second feels cold fingers at his hole, warming up quickly as they push in gently. The two of them have this part down pat - used to quick and dirty fumbles and needyounow situations.
Jensen covers Jared’s back with his body as he continues to finger him open so he can filthily mutter in his ear.
“Love fingering you like this because I’m the only one that can get you wrung out and fucked out. The only one you want to ream that perfect tight ass. You flirt like it’s going out of style and I know it’s to get me riled up and I hate that it works every time, but there’s something about you being with someone else that gets me crazy. You’re mine, Jared, only mine. Mine to fuck and love and fill. Mine to bite and kiss and cuddle and tease and mark. Mine.”
Jared can’t argue with a word Jensen is saying because it’s all true and coming from Jensen’s throat, all raspy and low? It’s all Jared can do not to jack himself off to Jensen’s words.
“Yours, Jen. Only yours. Couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else. Only you can get me like this.”
Jared can feel the grin forming on Jensen’s face, his breath hot against his ear, his fingers twisting flawlessly inside Jared, finding his prostrate and making Jared buck.
“You look so fucking pretty, Jay. All wrung out and open for me.”
“Please, Jensen. Fuck me. Show me I’m yours.” Jared moans, playing dirty.
Jensen snarls and pulls his fingers out and Jared whines at the loss. Jensen manhandles him onto his hands and knees and Jared arches his back, needing Jensen to get the fuck in him already. Jensen doesn’t disappoint, slamming into him and making Jared keen. His fingers are tight on Jared’s hips and Jared knows there’s going to be bruising and he revels in it. He loves to wear Jensen’s marks. That usually leads to more sex anyway.
Jensen fucks into him quickly - hard and rough and it feels so good.
“Jack yourself off, Jared,” Jensen orders and Jared hastens to comply, trying to balance on one hand and clumsily jerking his achingly hard dick. Thank god he works out.
Jensen’s pressing kisses at the nape of Jared’s neck as he thrusts in and out, hips moving and twisting so perfectly. Jared feels like he’s been on the edge forever and he is so ready to come. Jensen’s hand comes to rest on top of Jared’s stilling the progress. Jared doesn’t cry, but he’s close.
“Turn back around. I want to see if you can come with just my cock.” Jensen says before pulling out and tapping Jared’s hip. Jared gingerly turns back and Jensen doesn’t waste any time in lifting Jared’s legs to his shoulders and pressing inside. Jensen moans beautifully at entering him and the angle is different and feels amazing.
“Harder, Jensen,” Jared whines, wanting it fast and rough.
“I got you, baby,” Jensen says, hips snapping and Jared sighs, loving the quick rhythm, Jensen’s dick performing magic.
Jensen leans over to kiss him, but the kisses are less kisses and more just breathing the same air - both focused on getting to completion. Their mouths brush at every thrust and Jared’s one hand is holding Jensen’s head in position, the other clawing at Jensen’s back, urging him deeper.
Jared is getting closer to the edge of orgasm as Jensen is hitting the right spot again and again.
“So close, please, need your hand,” Jared begs.
“You don’t, Jared, promise.” Jensen cajoles and changes his position in such a minute way but that makes a hell of a lot of difference with how his cock is hitting Jared’s prostate.
One. Two. Three thrusts later and Jared is done, body curving up and Jensen’s name and other nonsensical jumbles of words let out as Jared comes between them, covering them both.
“So fucking hot, Jared. So perfect, baby, and all mine.” Jensen mumbles, body somehow moving even faster before he, too, stills and then comes inside Jared. He sighs contentedly before pulling out so gently and then settling on top of him. Jared can feel Jensen’s come slowly leaking out of him and he tries to clench his ass and keep it inside.
They kiss languidly before Jensen scoops out some of the leaking come from Jared and rubs both their come together in between them and onto both of their bodies, like he’s scent marking or something. Not that Jared minds.
Now this is the fun kind of sticky situation.
Fic 2: PG
One J watches the other one sleep - in a fond, non-creepy way, please.
Jensen looks down at Jared and brushes the other man's bangs from his eyes. Jared looks almost innocent when he's asleep - totally different than when he's awake with those mischievous eyes and dimpled grin.
Usually Jared is the one up early and out of bed - ready to hit the gym or go running or take the dogs out or make breakfast or do any of the hundred other things before Jensen can manage to crack his eyes open. It’s rare for Jensen to be up early, but Jensen revels in these quiet moments, lost in his thoughts as he gazes at the still man next to him. It’s almost unnerving because usually Jared is a frenetic ball of energy, but it’s nice to see him settled in bed.
Jensen’s mind drifts to the first time Jared asked him out, shy and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jared is always moving in some way, whether his mouth or those deliciously long fingers, or his foot tapping a rhythm.
Dozens of their dates and moments together flit through Jensen’s mind as he watches Jared sleep, lost in dreamland. His heart is so full of love for the man in front of him, Jensen didn’t think it was possible. He didn’t think he’d find an all-consuming kind of love, not after such shitty luck with his girlfriends and boyfriends in the past. But Jared tumbled into his life almost literally like the whirlwind kind of guy he is and changed everything Jensen had perceived.
Jared is beautiful and it hits Jensen like a punch to the stomach. He knows his boyfriend is sexy and hot, but he’s beautiful, too. Tan skin, soft hair that begs to have fingers run through it, ever-changing eye color, lips that are made to be pressed against Jensen’s, and a lovely smile. Jared smiles a lot - even in his sleep there’s a small half-grin donning his face.
It’s hard not to feel so grateful for Jared, a pleased thrum tingling through Jensen’s entire body. Jensen runs a light fingertip over the faint indentation of his dimple, unable to resist touching. Jared blinks awake then, eyelashes fluttering and Jensen can feel his lips tugging in a ridiculously soppy smile. Jared’s eyes land on him and his eyebrows furrow a little in confusion at Jensen being up first, but his has his own gorgeous grin, like he can’t resist smiling at Jensen.
The only thing that would make it better is Jared saying yes once Jensen asks the question that’s been on the tip of his tongue for weeks and wears the piece of jewelry Jensen has been carrying around.
He’s got a pretty good feeling.
Fic 3: NC-17
The “Rusty Trombone” is where you eat out a guy at the same time you jerk them off. I’m thinking Jared does the playing since he has the longer reach. The setting can be at home or on stage at a sex club authors choice.
Jensen’s writhing beneath him, words not even making sense as he moans them, fingers tangled in Jared’s locks as Jared eats him out. Jared curls his tongue in the way that gets Jensen to let out a whine that seems to be coming from deep within his chest and Jared takes a moment to smirk to himself. He loves that he can get these sounds to tumble from Jensen’s lips and that only he can. It’s a serious ego boost.
One huge hand is pinning Jensen to the bed and the other is slowly jacking Jensen off, thumb rubbing the precome over the tip of his dick on every upward pull. Jared’s on his knees on the side of the bed and they’re starting to twinge but he can’t stop now. Not when Jensen is wrecked and Jared feels powerful at making Jensen come undone with just his mouth and hand. Jensen clenches and unclenches his ass around Jared’s tongue and Jared pushes in a little further. He knows Jensen loves being rimmed - gets off on the wrongness of it, loves the feeling of Jared lapping at his hole and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
And Jared? Well he would do anything for his boy. Would kiss and suck and bite every inch of him to keep him happy. Jared’s tongue slides over Jensen’s ass, and Jared can hear himself making the most obscene noises with his mouth but Jensen is making some delicious whimpering noises too. Jared’s hand moves a little faster, stroking Jensen’s gorgeous dick in time with the pressing of Jared’s tongue inside. It takes a lot of concentrated coordination but it’s worth it for the filth pouring from Jensen’s mouth.
Jared pulls back a little and blows cool air over Jensen’s hole and caresses Jensen’s dick just so. Jensen’s whole body seizes and he lets out Jared’s name with such reverence that it has Jared blushing. Jared feels wetness coating his fingers and he presses the softest of kisses against Jensen’s hole as Jensen comes down from his orgasm. Jensen’s fingers had tightened in his hair, but they go lax now, instead slowly scratching Jared’s scalp like he’s a good pet.
Jared looks up and meets Jensen’s satisfied smile with a wicked smirk before licking the come from his fingers, eyes still locked with Jensen. Jensen’s eyes close like he’s trying to restrain himself but Jared knows his boyfriend is trying valiantly to calm down and his dick is trying to go for round two.
It’s okay. They have time.
Fic 4: NC-17
Scruffy Jensen leaving scruff burns on Jared's inner thighs while blowing/fingering him.
Fuck!" Jared gasped out as Jensen continued circling his tongue around the tip of Jared's cock. It had been minutes of brutal teasing but it felt like hours as Jensen made Jared's body spasm in ecstasy.
Jensen ran his fingertips up Jared's body, making their way to Jared's mouth, and Jared licked them sloppily getting them nice and wet for Jensen. Jensen pulled his fingers out of Jared's mouth, pulling away from his dick too, murmuring, "good job, baby, always know just what to do," before going back to licking a long strip down Jared's dick, mouthing at his balls. The fingers hesitated at Jared's hole, circling them slowly, before gently pushing inside - one at a time.
He continued to suck at Jared's balls, licking at one, putting it in his mouth, and then doing the same to the other one. His scruff would scrape across the sensitive skin, but Jared didn't care - he loved hiatus for more than just the time off, but for how they both let their beards grow out. He relished the scruff burn, the chafing, the feeling of knowing and remembering the intimacy.
Jared opened his legs wider, letting Jensen do whatever he wanted. He was letting out a litany of praises and curses - wanting for this to last, but so ready to come. He couldn't yet, though. Jensen would tell him when and knew exactly the best way for the orgasm to be mindblowing. Jensen stopped the filthily amazing things he was doing with his mouth to his balls and moved to kiss Jared's thighs, scratching him gently with his beard. Jensen knew how Jared felt about the scruff, how much he loved the rasp of the whiskers. Jensen continued to suck marks on the inner thighs, peppering soft kisses and alternating them with tiny bites, all the while rubbing his scruff along Jared's skin. He moved back to admire his handiwork and looked up at Jared with glee.
"You look mighty proud of yourself, Jen," Jared said breathily, voice hoarse from the mindless babbling Jensen had reduced him to.
"Oh I am," Jensen replied. "You look gorgeous like this, spread out and marked up by me. I know you love it - love me marking you with more than just my mouth. How much you love feeling the hiatus beard burn on your thighs and neck and ass. How you beg for it. And you look amazing, Jay, fucked out and beautiful, and mine." His fingers never left Jared's ass, slowly pushing in and out.
Jared felt a flush crawl up all along his body at Jensen's praise, matching the raw redness he's sure is on his thighs. Jensen had a way with words and fuck, Jared loved it.
"Like you're any better," was the only comeback Jared had.
Jensen just winked at him. "Never said I was, baby, never said that I didn't love your mark all over me too."
He leaned up to capture Jared's mouth in a rough kiss before mouthing down Jared's heaving, sweaty body to pull Jared's dick back into his mouth. He sucked in earnest, putting as much of Jared into his mouth as possible and swallowing around the head. Jared moaned, one step closer to coming apart under Jensen's fingers and tongue. Jensen's fingers started moving faster too, searching for Jared's prostate and pushing at the right angle one he found it.
Jared wasn't going to last long at this rate.
"Fuck, Jensen, I'm going to..." He huffed out, body hurtling towards orgasm.
Jensen pulled back, voice raw and so fucking sexy,
"Do it. Come for me, Jay. Want it," Jensen said, before sucking him back down.
Who was Jared to resist? He came, back arching and mouth open as various forms of Jensen's name mixed in with different blasphemies tumbled out. He collapsed onto the bed, limbs akimbo, as Jensen sweetly kissed Jared's inner thighs, not using his beard this time because of Jared's sensitivity. He softly moved up Jared's body and kissed him, letting Jared taste himself. They languidly kissed for long minutes, sometimes just hot breaths intermingling, before Jared flipped them and pulled back to look into Jensen's eyes. He knew his own expression was one of mischief.
"My turn."
All Jared/Jensen. Rating marked [PG - NC-17]
Fic 1: NC-17
Jared flirts with Misha (or other OMC) to make Jensen jealous, when Jensen gets Jared back home he sets out to make sure Jared knows who he belongs to.
The thing is, Jared and Jensen’s relationship is fine. Awesome, even. They have fun, have fucking fantastic sex, and are in this for the long haul. Both of them know that this thing between them is forever. That doesn’t mean that Jared can’t bring some excitement to their relationship.
One of the things that gets Jared off faster than anything is how Jensen gets when he’s jealous. Jensen logically knows that Jared would never leave him (how could he, Jensen is hotter and more amazing than every other guy in the world), but that doesn’t mean that Jared doesn’t benefit from Jensen proving to the world that Jared is Jensen’s alone.
So the next time they go out to the club Chad invited them to, Jared is on a mission. Chad, of course, leaves them as soon as he says hi, saying he has people to meet, women to seduce. Classic Chad behavior. It’s not like they expected any different. Jared has been told he can charm the pants off anybody and while he literally would only do that to Jensen, that doesn’t mean he can’t flirt with people that happen to dance near him.
Jared strokes his long fingers gently across gleaming chests. He leans in to whisper a joke or tilts his head back baring his throat as he laughs. Jensen’s constantly behind him of course, but he doesn’t do anything more than tighten his fingers on Jared’s hips in warning. Clearly, Jared needs to up the ante.
He goes to the bar, pressing a soft kiss to Jensen’s lips and murmuring about needing hydration. He winds his way through the gyrating bodies and makes his way to the counter asking the bartender for a cold Corona. He’s pressed in next to a girl who is busy talking to some guy and a man who is just sitting there, nursing his shot. He’s decent enough and seems lost in thought. Jared nudges him gently, making it seem like an accident, and the guy’s eyes raise to meet his. He does a quick once-over and Jared can see that the guy likes what he sees. Perfect. Jared casually glances back to see if Jensen is watching and is pleased to see that he is, eyes not straying from Jared.
Jared hides his smirk and starts making conversation with the dude, Matt. His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue, even if they don’t hold a candle to Jensen’s verdant ones. Jared inwardly rolls his eyes at himself - he’s so whipped.
He asks Matt about his job, a firefighter, and what’s got him down, just broke up with his ex. Jared doesn’t want to lure Matt into anything, especially when he’s not going to follow through, so he leans in to whisper in his ear.
“Hey, man, breaking up is rough and you seem like a great guy. I wanna ask a favor, though. My boyfriend is probably glaring daggers at me by now, but I’m really in the mood for him to get all possessive on my ass, so I need you to flirt with me. Is that okay?”
Matt hums and runs his fingertips along Jared’s arm.
“I’ll do what I can. Sucks you’re taken, though. You seem like fun,” he says with a wink.
Jared laughs at that, liking the guy more by the second. He ducks his head and lets his bangs fall in front of his eyes, peering at Matt through them. They talk more about their respective jobs, but to an outsider, it seems like so much more.
Barely five minutes go by before Jared can feel someone fitting themselves behind him. He just knows it’s his boyfriend and winks at Matt.
“Hey Jared,” Jensen says, hand clutching Jared’s shoulder.
“Hey Jen,” Jared says brightly, leaning back slightly into Jensen. “This is Matt, he’s been keeping me company as the bartender completely ignores my order.”
“Sup, man,” Matt says nodding his head. Jensen nods back, but otherwise doesn’t say anything to him.
“Jared, I’m ready to go if you are? We can just have beer at home,” Jensen tells him. Jared knows he’s just asking as a formality and what he means is, get your ass in the car so I can take your ass. Jared resists from cackling like a villain. Just barely.
“It was nice meeting you Matt, I’ll see you around maybe.” Jared tells Matt, backing away from the bar, Jensen still pressed against him.
“I sure hope so,” Matt says and smirks.
Jensen all but drags him outside and to the car, pushing Jared against the door and kissing him messily.
“What. The. Fuck. Were you doing in there with that guy?” Jensen growls in between kissing the life out of Jared.
“Matt? Talking,” Jared says flippantly, like he doesn’t know what this is doing to Jensen.
Jensen backs away and Jared doesn’t whine in despair. He doesn’t.
Jensen raises his eyebrow at Jared and damn him for having the sexiest eyebrow raise ever.
“Oh really? That’s all? You weren’t flirting with him trying to make me jealous?” Jensen asks, crossing his arms and emphasizing those glorious biceps. Fuck, can they be home already?
Sometimes Jensen is too damn knowing for his own good.
“Now why would I do that?” Jared asks, playing innocent. He knows Jensen knows him way better than that, but it’s all part of the act.
“Because you love me showing you who you belong to? Because you fucking get off on me pounding your ass and marking your skin.” Jensen is smirking at him now, like he knows all of Jared’s thoughts. Because he does.
“Then show me,” Jared says coyly. Jensen grunts in frustrations and grumbles about mouthy brats, but he kisses Jared hard before pulling away and going to the drivers side, unlocking the door, and getting in. Jared leans against the door for a second, fingering his lips. Fuck, he loves the way Jensen kisses.
“You know,” Jensen starts, breaking the silence that has fallen between them in the car. They’re almost home and it’s not uncomfortable, but anticipatory. “Instead of trying to make me jealous, you could just tell me.”
“But, Jensen, where would the fun be in that,” Jared teases and Jensen just rolls his eyes at him. Jared’s glad Jensen just plays along and never thinks Jared is serious about the flirting, because that could lead to some sticky situations. And not the fun kind.
They pull into their driveway and before they get out of the car, Jensen holds Jared in his place with his arm across Jared’s chest.
“You have two minutes to get upstairs, strip, and get in bed. You take longer and I leave you to it on your own. Got it?”
Fuck yes.
Jared nods and Jensen removes his hand. Jared has no shame in saying that he pretty much runs upstairs, thankful that the lock took mere seconds to open. He quickly divests himself of his tightfitting jeans and shirt, not even noticing where he’s thrown them and launches himself on the bed with seconds to spare. Jensen comes in languidly, the jerk. But there’s a satisfied smile on his face and a promise that he’ll make it worth it. He starts taking off his own clothes and Jared licks his lips as Jensen’s skin is revealed. Jensen’s moving at a snail’s pace though and Jared knows it’s to make him wait but seriously.
“Jensen, c’mon man, please!” Jared’s not above begging.
“Hey, you decided to flirt with a random guy to get me to fuck you into the bed. So now you can wait patiently.”
Jared huffs but can’t really argue with him. Finally Jensen is naked and hard and looking like a wet dream. Jared’s legs fall open and Jensen climbs onto the bed and on top of him. He kisses Jared fiercely, tongue fighting with Jared’s and kissing him like he means business. He moves away from Jared’s mouth and attacks his neck, biting and nipping and marking it up with hickeys. Jared arches into the tough, Jensen’s mouth sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. Jensen’s not even touching his dick but he can feel it emitting a little precome.
He moans as Jensen sucks on a particularly sensitive spot and moves to fist himself. Jensen stops him though, like he knows exactly what Jared is going to do. Jensen’s eyes are dark as he pulls away.
“Don’t even think about it,” he grits out before holding both of Jared’s hand above his head. “Keep them there until I can tell you to move them.”
Jared nods, not able to do much else.
Jensen moves down his body, making a stop at Jared’s nipples and biting at them until they’re hard and pebbled. He kisses around the ‘J’ he has tattooed above the left one, curling that talented tongue perfectly along the ink. He moves to the other side and uses his fingers to tug at the delicate nubs, heightening the pleasure. Jared’s a mess beneath Jensen, body bowing like a fine tuned instrument under Jensen’s hands.
After he’s tortured his chest enough, Jensen continues to Jared’s hips. Jensen loves that part of Jared, as he’s said a million times before.
He kisses the hipbones gently before sucking bruises in the dip and curve on either one, Jared panting and groaning curses below him. As much as Jensen loves laving attention on those parts, Jared loves getting Jensen’s full concentration there.
“Your goddamn mouth, Jensen. So fucking perfect.” Jared gasps out.
Jensen doesn’t suck Jared’s leaking dick, just like Jared knew he wouldn’t, but he does place a feather soft kiss at the base and swipes his tongue quickly over the head, making it just spurt more.
“Turn around.” Jensen commands and Jared does instantly. He pushes his face into the pillows and tries not to push his dick into the mattress in order to get some friction. He has faith that Jensen will take care of it.
He hears the bedside table and the next second feels cold fingers at his hole, warming up quickly as they push in gently. The two of them have this part down pat - used to quick and dirty fumbles and needyounow situations.
Jensen covers Jared’s back with his body as he continues to finger him open so he can filthily mutter in his ear.
“Love fingering you like this because I’m the only one that can get you wrung out and fucked out. The only one you want to ream that perfect tight ass. You flirt like it’s going out of style and I know it’s to get me riled up and I hate that it works every time, but there’s something about you being with someone else that gets me crazy. You’re mine, Jared, only mine. Mine to fuck and love and fill. Mine to bite and kiss and cuddle and tease and mark. Mine.”
Jared can’t argue with a word Jensen is saying because it’s all true and coming from Jensen’s throat, all raspy and low? It’s all Jared can do not to jack himself off to Jensen’s words.
“Yours, Jen. Only yours. Couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else. Only you can get me like this.”
Jared can feel the grin forming on Jensen’s face, his breath hot against his ear, his fingers twisting flawlessly inside Jared, finding his prostrate and making Jared buck.
“You look so fucking pretty, Jay. All wrung out and open for me.”
“Please, Jensen. Fuck me. Show me I’m yours.” Jared moans, playing dirty.
Jensen snarls and pulls his fingers out and Jared whines at the loss. Jensen manhandles him onto his hands and knees and Jared arches his back, needing Jensen to get the fuck in him already. Jensen doesn’t disappoint, slamming into him and making Jared keen. His fingers are tight on Jared’s hips and Jared knows there’s going to be bruising and he revels in it. He loves to wear Jensen’s marks. That usually leads to more sex anyway.
Jensen fucks into him quickly - hard and rough and it feels so good.
“Jack yourself off, Jared,” Jensen orders and Jared hastens to comply, trying to balance on one hand and clumsily jerking his achingly hard dick. Thank god he works out.
Jensen’s pressing kisses at the nape of Jared’s neck as he thrusts in and out, hips moving and twisting so perfectly. Jared feels like he’s been on the edge forever and he is so ready to come. Jensen’s hand comes to rest on top of Jared’s stilling the progress. Jared doesn’t cry, but he’s close.
“Turn back around. I want to see if you can come with just my cock.” Jensen says before pulling out and tapping Jared’s hip. Jared gingerly turns back and Jensen doesn’t waste any time in lifting Jared’s legs to his shoulders and pressing inside. Jensen moans beautifully at entering him and the angle is different and feels amazing.
“Harder, Jensen,” Jared whines, wanting it fast and rough.
“I got you, baby,” Jensen says, hips snapping and Jared sighs, loving the quick rhythm, Jensen’s dick performing magic.
Jensen leans over to kiss him, but the kisses are less kisses and more just breathing the same air - both focused on getting to completion. Their mouths brush at every thrust and Jared’s one hand is holding Jensen’s head in position, the other clawing at Jensen’s back, urging him deeper.
Jared is getting closer to the edge of orgasm as Jensen is hitting the right spot again and again.
“So close, please, need your hand,” Jared begs.
“You don’t, Jared, promise.” Jensen cajoles and changes his position in such a minute way but that makes a hell of a lot of difference with how his cock is hitting Jared’s prostate.
One. Two. Three thrusts later and Jared is done, body curving up and Jensen’s name and other nonsensical jumbles of words let out as Jared comes between them, covering them both.
“So fucking hot, Jared. So perfect, baby, and all mine.” Jensen mumbles, body somehow moving even faster before he, too, stills and then comes inside Jared. He sighs contentedly before pulling out so gently and then settling on top of him. Jared can feel Jensen’s come slowly leaking out of him and he tries to clench his ass and keep it inside.
They kiss languidly before Jensen scoops out some of the leaking come from Jared and rubs both their come together in between them and onto both of their bodies, like he’s scent marking or something. Not that Jared minds.
Now this is the fun kind of sticky situation.
Fic 2: PG
One J watches the other one sleep - in a fond, non-creepy way, please.
Jensen looks down at Jared and brushes the other man's bangs from his eyes. Jared looks almost innocent when he's asleep - totally different than when he's awake with those mischievous eyes and dimpled grin.
Usually Jared is the one up early and out of bed - ready to hit the gym or go running or take the dogs out or make breakfast or do any of the hundred other things before Jensen can manage to crack his eyes open. It’s rare for Jensen to be up early, but Jensen revels in these quiet moments, lost in his thoughts as he gazes at the still man next to him. It’s almost unnerving because usually Jared is a frenetic ball of energy, but it’s nice to see him settled in bed.
Jensen’s mind drifts to the first time Jared asked him out, shy and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jared is always moving in some way, whether his mouth or those deliciously long fingers, or his foot tapping a rhythm.
Dozens of their dates and moments together flit through Jensen’s mind as he watches Jared sleep, lost in dreamland. His heart is so full of love for the man in front of him, Jensen didn’t think it was possible. He didn’t think he’d find an all-consuming kind of love, not after such shitty luck with his girlfriends and boyfriends in the past. But Jared tumbled into his life almost literally like the whirlwind kind of guy he is and changed everything Jensen had perceived.
Jared is beautiful and it hits Jensen like a punch to the stomach. He knows his boyfriend is sexy and hot, but he’s beautiful, too. Tan skin, soft hair that begs to have fingers run through it, ever-changing eye color, lips that are made to be pressed against Jensen’s, and a lovely smile. Jared smiles a lot - even in his sleep there’s a small half-grin donning his face.
It’s hard not to feel so grateful for Jared, a pleased thrum tingling through Jensen’s entire body. Jensen runs a light fingertip over the faint indentation of his dimple, unable to resist touching. Jared blinks awake then, eyelashes fluttering and Jensen can feel his lips tugging in a ridiculously soppy smile. Jared’s eyes land on him and his eyebrows furrow a little in confusion at Jensen being up first, but his has his own gorgeous grin, like he can’t resist smiling at Jensen.
The only thing that would make it better is Jared saying yes once Jensen asks the question that’s been on the tip of his tongue for weeks and wears the piece of jewelry Jensen has been carrying around.
He’s got a pretty good feeling.
Fic 3: NC-17
The “Rusty Trombone” is where you eat out a guy at the same time you jerk them off. I’m thinking Jared does the playing since he has the longer reach. The setting can be at home or on stage at a sex club authors choice.
Jensen’s writhing beneath him, words not even making sense as he moans them, fingers tangled in Jared’s locks as Jared eats him out. Jared curls his tongue in the way that gets Jensen to let out a whine that seems to be coming from deep within his chest and Jared takes a moment to smirk to himself. He loves that he can get these sounds to tumble from Jensen’s lips and that only he can. It’s a serious ego boost.
One huge hand is pinning Jensen to the bed and the other is slowly jacking Jensen off, thumb rubbing the precome over the tip of his dick on every upward pull. Jared’s on his knees on the side of the bed and they’re starting to twinge but he can’t stop now. Not when Jensen is wrecked and Jared feels powerful at making Jensen come undone with just his mouth and hand. Jensen clenches and unclenches his ass around Jared’s tongue and Jared pushes in a little further. He knows Jensen loves being rimmed - gets off on the wrongness of it, loves the feeling of Jared lapping at his hole and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
And Jared? Well he would do anything for his boy. Would kiss and suck and bite every inch of him to keep him happy. Jared’s tongue slides over Jensen’s ass, and Jared can hear himself making the most obscene noises with his mouth but Jensen is making some delicious whimpering noises too. Jared’s hand moves a little faster, stroking Jensen’s gorgeous dick in time with the pressing of Jared’s tongue inside. It takes a lot of concentrated coordination but it’s worth it for the filth pouring from Jensen’s mouth.
Jared pulls back a little and blows cool air over Jensen’s hole and caresses Jensen’s dick just so. Jensen’s whole body seizes and he lets out Jared’s name with such reverence that it has Jared blushing. Jared feels wetness coating his fingers and he presses the softest of kisses against Jensen’s hole as Jensen comes down from his orgasm. Jensen’s fingers had tightened in his hair, but they go lax now, instead slowly scratching Jared’s scalp like he’s a good pet.
Jared looks up and meets Jensen’s satisfied smile with a wicked smirk before licking the come from his fingers, eyes still locked with Jensen. Jensen’s eyes close like he’s trying to restrain himself but Jared knows his boyfriend is trying valiantly to calm down and his dick is trying to go for round two.
It’s okay. They have time.
Fic 4: NC-17
Scruffy Jensen leaving scruff burns on Jared's inner thighs while blowing/fingering him.
Fuck!" Jared gasped out as Jensen continued circling his tongue around the tip of Jared's cock. It had been minutes of brutal teasing but it felt like hours as Jensen made Jared's body spasm in ecstasy.
Jensen ran his fingertips up Jared's body, making their way to Jared's mouth, and Jared licked them sloppily getting them nice and wet for Jensen. Jensen pulled his fingers out of Jared's mouth, pulling away from his dick too, murmuring, "good job, baby, always know just what to do," before going back to licking a long strip down Jared's dick, mouthing at his balls. The fingers hesitated at Jared's hole, circling them slowly, before gently pushing inside - one at a time.
He continued to suck at Jared's balls, licking at one, putting it in his mouth, and then doing the same to the other one. His scruff would scrape across the sensitive skin, but Jared didn't care - he loved hiatus for more than just the time off, but for how they both let their beards grow out. He relished the scruff burn, the chafing, the feeling of knowing and remembering the intimacy.
Jared opened his legs wider, letting Jensen do whatever he wanted. He was letting out a litany of praises and curses - wanting for this to last, but so ready to come. He couldn't yet, though. Jensen would tell him when and knew exactly the best way for the orgasm to be mindblowing. Jensen stopped the filthily amazing things he was doing with his mouth to his balls and moved to kiss Jared's thighs, scratching him gently with his beard. Jensen knew how Jared felt about the scruff, how much he loved the rasp of the whiskers. Jensen continued to suck marks on the inner thighs, peppering soft kisses and alternating them with tiny bites, all the while rubbing his scruff along Jared's skin. He moved back to admire his handiwork and looked up at Jared with glee.
"You look mighty proud of yourself, Jen," Jared said breathily, voice hoarse from the mindless babbling Jensen had reduced him to.
"Oh I am," Jensen replied. "You look gorgeous like this, spread out and marked up by me. I know you love it - love me marking you with more than just my mouth. How much you love feeling the hiatus beard burn on your thighs and neck and ass. How you beg for it. And you look amazing, Jay, fucked out and beautiful, and mine." His fingers never left Jared's ass, slowly pushing in and out.
Jared felt a flush crawl up all along his body at Jensen's praise, matching the raw redness he's sure is on his thighs. Jensen had a way with words and fuck, Jared loved it.
"Like you're any better," was the only comeback Jared had.
Jensen just winked at him. "Never said I was, baby, never said that I didn't love your mark all over me too."
He leaned up to capture Jared's mouth in a rough kiss before mouthing down Jared's heaving, sweaty body to pull Jared's dick back into his mouth. He sucked in earnest, putting as much of Jared into his mouth as possible and swallowing around the head. Jared moaned, one step closer to coming apart under Jensen's fingers and tongue. Jensen's fingers started moving faster too, searching for Jared's prostate and pushing at the right angle one he found it.
Jared wasn't going to last long at this rate.
"Fuck, Jensen, I'm going to..." He huffed out, body hurtling towards orgasm.
Jensen pulled back, voice raw and so fucking sexy,
"Do it. Come for me, Jay. Want it," Jensen said, before sucking him back down.
Who was Jared to resist? He came, back arching and mouth open as various forms of Jensen's name mixed in with different blasphemies tumbled out. He collapsed onto the bed, limbs akimbo, as Jensen sweetly kissed Jared's inner thighs, not using his beard this time because of Jared's sensitivity. He softly moved up Jared's body and kissed him, letting Jared taste himself. They languidly kissed for long minutes, sometimes just hot breaths intermingling, before Jared flipped them and pulled back to look into Jensen's eyes. He knew his own expression was one of mischief.
"My turn."