I blame susebabes...
Repost of kissing request fic:
Tom was relatively sober. He was the only one. Lucky for him, tonight he found that position fun, their blazed-up behavior charming.
Jensen sat across the room from him, on the stone hearth of the fireplace, telling some long, rambling story, then he stopped, mid-thought.
He said, "Has anyone ever told you you have perfect cocksucking lips?"
"Huh?"
"Have they? Because people tell me that all the time, and it pisses me off, man. Seriously does."
Tom snorted. "Why?"
"Have they? I bet they have."
"Yeah. Whatever. Sure." Tom had, in fact, heard that not a few times, oddly enough from straight photographers, mostly. "Why does it piss you off?"
Jensen looked so serious. He was apparently concentrating. "Don't get me wrong. Good lips are useful for sucking cock, but that's really all in the tongue, you know. What people totally don't even pay attention to is how good I can kiss with these lips."
"Oh, really?"
"Really, yeah. Totally. Makes me wonder… 's the reason I'm asking you, bro."
"Bro?"
"Yeah," he says with a lazy smirk. "I wonder if it's like…universal."
"Universal?"
"Are you deaf?"
"Obviously not. But I'm not stoned enough to make sense of you. And I don't read minds, Jensen."
Jensen raised his eyebrows and pronounced: "Kiss me so I can see if good cocksucking lips are always good kissing lips, too."
Tom gave him a bewildered smile, then he smirked at him. "How do you know for sure that I have good cocksucking lips?"
"Christ, you're being difficult. One thing at a time." Then Jensen stood up and strode over to him, then he straddled his hips and cupped his face in his hands. "Come here, baby," he said with a hungry look, then he was kissing him and Tom wasn't in the slightest bit interested in stopping him, not with the way his full lips rolled over his and his tongue probed into his mouth, everything so hot and soft and sloppy.
He did, however, open his eyes long enough to see Mike out of the corner of his eye, standing by the patio door, watching them wide-eyed, biting his lip as he leaned back into the door to take it all in. That was about all the incentive he needed to prove Jensen's experiment right.
He clamped a hand around the back of Jensen's neck and arched up into him, taking control of the kiss, concentrating on sweeping his lips over Jensen's so that the fleshiest parts fell together perfectly, just before he sucked in Jensen's lower lip and the man groaned just a little and twisted his head a bit, giving Tom better access to take the kiss deep and tongue fuck him, just for a few seconds, hard and dirty, before he flipped his tongue quick against Jensen's, teasing him just a little, and pulled out of the kiss, dragging his lower lip against Jensen's for good measure.
"So?" he said, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Universal?"
"Not enough evidence," he replied, grinding down into him just a little, even though Mike was advancing across the room.
Mike smacked the back of his head affectionately. "And you're not sober enough to get it up anyway. Now, get off him before I have to knock your ass out."
Jensen giggled and pushed himself up from the couch, and Mike took his place, settling into Tom's lap with his dick already hard and throbbing against his thigh. Tom reached up and kissed his neck, flattening his tongue along Mike's jawline, nipping at it just a little.
As Jensen wandered out onto the patio, hopefully to molest Jared, Mike called out to him, "I could've told you he was a good kisser."'
"Yeah, but you couldn't have told him I am."
"Dumb fuck," Mike mumbled as he leaned down and gave Tom a peck on the mouth, eyes sparkling. He turned his head and called back to Jensen, "You really don't remember half the shit you do when you're wasted, do you?"
Jensen's eyes narrowed, then he smiled. "Not nearly enough, apparently," he replied as he slipped out the door and Tom finally crushed his mouth against Mike's, tasting bourbon and coke and familiarity.
~
Tom was relatively sober. He was the only one. Lucky for him, tonight he found that position fun, their blazed-up behavior charming.
Jensen sat across the room from him, on the stone hearth of the fireplace, telling some long, rambling story, then he stopped, mid-thought.
He said, "Has anyone ever told you you have perfect cocksucking lips?"
"Huh?"
"Have they? Because people tell me that all the time, and it pisses me off, man. Seriously does."
Tom snorted. "Why?"
"Have they? I bet they have."
"Yeah. Whatever. Sure." Tom had, in fact, heard that not a few times, oddly enough from straight photographers, mostly. "Why does it piss you off?"
Jensen looked so serious. He was apparently concentrating. "Don't get me wrong. Good lips are useful for sucking cock, but that's really all in the tongue, you know. What people totally don't even pay attention to is how good I can kiss with these lips."
"Oh, really?"
"Really, yeah. Totally. Makes me wonder… 's the reason I'm asking you, bro."
"Bro?"
"Yeah," he says with a lazy smirk. "I wonder if it's like…universal."
"Universal?"
"Are you deaf?"
"Obviously not. But I'm not stoned enough to make sense of you. And I don't read minds, Jensen."
Jensen raised his eyebrows and pronounced: "Kiss me so I can see if good cocksucking lips are always good kissing lips, too."
Tom gave him a bewildered smile, then he smirked at him. "How do you know for sure that I have good cocksucking lips?"
"Christ, you're being difficult. One thing at a time." Then Jensen stood up and strode over to him, then he straddled his hips and cupped his face in his hands. "Come here, baby," he said with a hungry look, then he was kissing him and Tom wasn't in the slightest bit interested in stopping him, not with the way his full lips rolled over his and his tongue probed into his mouth, everything so hot and soft and sloppy.
He did, however, open his eyes long enough to see Mike out of the corner of his eye, standing by the patio door, watching them wide-eyed, biting his lip as he leaned back into the door to take it all in. That was about all the incentive he needed to prove Jensen's experiment right.
He clamped a hand around the back of Jensen's neck and arched up into him, taking control of the kiss, concentrating on sweeping his lips over Jensen's so that the fleshiest parts fell together perfectly, just before he sucked in Jensen's lower lip and the man groaned just a little and twisted his head a bit, giving Tom better access to take the kiss deep and tongue fuck him, just for a few seconds, hard and dirty, before he flipped his tongue quick against Jensen's, teasing him just a little, and pulled out of the kiss, dragging his lower lip against Jensen's for good measure.
"So?" he said, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Universal?"
"Not enough evidence," he replied, grinding down into him just a little, even though Mike was advancing across the room.
Mike smacked the back of his head affectionately. "And you're not sober enough to get it up anyway. Now, get off him before I have to knock your ass out."
Jensen giggled and pushed himself up from the couch, and Mike took his place, settling into Tom's lap with his dick already hard and throbbing against his thigh. Tom reached up and kissed his neck, flattening his tongue along Mike's jawline, nipping at it just a little.
As Jensen wandered out onto the patio, hopefully to molest Jared, Mike called out to him, "I could've told you he was a good kisser."'
"Yeah, but you couldn't have told him I am."
"Dumb fuck," Mike mumbled as he leaned down and gave Tom a peck on the mouth, eyes sparkling. He turned his head and called back to Jensen, "You really don't remember half the shit you do when you're wasted, do you?"
Jensen's eyes narrowed, then he smiled. "Not nearly enough, apparently," he replied as he slipped out the door and Tom finally crushed his mouth against Mike's, tasting bourbon and coke and familiarity.
~