Friday Free-For-All
TGIF, and that means... FREE FOR ALL!
Just please remember to show restraint with your prompts. No more than 3 per fandom per prompter, no more than 5 prompts in a row. And for the sake of our very diligent code monkeys, please format your prompts appropriately!
Examples:
Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Big Bad Wolf
Criminal Minds/NCIS, Gibbs/Rossi, boats
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Just please remember to show restraint with your prompts. No more than 3 per fandom per prompter, no more than 5 prompts in a row. And for the sake of our very diligent code monkeys, please format your prompts appropriately!
Examples:
Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Big Bad Wolf
Criminal Minds/NCIS, Gibbs/Rossi, boats
( Read more... )
"Huh?" Jeff asks stupidly, rubbing a hand over his face as he tries to work out why Jensen's in his suite in the first place.
"Charmed the receptionist," Jensen answers, though Jeff can't remember if he got around to actually asking the question out loud. He lets Jensen tug him through the door because it's easier than trying to fight it, but pulls up short when Jensen tugs him towards the bedroom.
"Jen, I'm exhausted man." He starts, but Jensen just sighs and shakes his head, pushing him through the door despite Jeff's protests. There are a few candles burning on the nightstand, and the lamps are turned down low and comforter tugged down as Jensen guides him over to the bed. He sits down slow, only the strong pressure of Jensen's hand on his back keeping him from collapsing into the pillows and sleeping until his driver appears in the morning.
He manages a grin as Jensen slides fluidly to his knees between Jeff's legs, and his cock gives a feeble twitch to show that it too likes the pretty picture, but then Jensen's lifting his legs, stripping him slow, and when he's done, Jeff's boxers remain firmly in place. As do Jensen's clothes. He pouts a little at that, trying the puppy eyes that may not have a patch on Jared's, but are pretty damn effective whenever the boy's not in the room to show him up. They work on Jensen who stretches up and kisses Jeff sweetly on the lips, a rough thumb running down Jeff's jaw as he pulls back.
Jeff hums softly, considering asking Jensen to snuggle up with him, missing a warm body in his bed, fingers curled around his own.
"Jeff?" He realises he's zoned out, and he looks up, frowning when Jensen's standing by the nightstand, working oil between his fingers. Jensen blushes a little, Jeff can see, even in the dim orange light, but he looks at Jeff like he expects Jeff to lie down on his stomach, and Jeff doesn't have enough fight left in him to argue.
He moves stiffly, collapsing the neat arrangement of pillows to wrap his arms around one, snuggling into it as he lies down on his belly, bed warm and soft beneath him. Jensen's hands slide over his shoulders, spreading the oil down his back before they get to work loosening the knots in his shoulders. His touch is confident, soothing, and Jeff sighs into the pillow, trying to concentrate on the feeling alone, clinging to it even as sleep takes him.
Some noise wakes him hours later, and he shifts on the mattress, curling closer to Jensen, snuggling into his warmth with a happy smile before sleep claims him again.
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