Summer Olympics Porn Sam/Dean & J2 Comment-fic Meme!
According to the ancient and honored traditions of fandom, how better to celebrate the human triumph and incredible dedication of Olympic Competition that to SEX IT UP IN HERE?
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“Fucking - Jensen, you’re going to - I’m going to - shit.” Jared sat up, body curving over Jensen’s bobbing head. His hands dug into and through Jensen’s hair, fingertips pressing into the lower curve of his skull. “Your mouth is fucking incredible. I’m not gonna - unh, I’m not gonna make it much longer.” Jared didn’t want it to end, but Jensen was about to suck his brain straight out of his dick, with his tight, relentless suction and increasing pace.
And then, then Jensen pushed forward, his nose touching Jared’s bare skin as Jared’s dick bumped against the back of his throat and then in. All the way in.
Jared choked on a shout, remembering at the last moment where they were, and came like a freight train down Jensen’s throat. And Jensen, he didn’t relent, hands coming around to dig into Jared’s ass and hold him there, pulsing against him.
Jensen pulled back with a gasp for air as Jared’s dick was still twitching weakly. He yanked at whatever he could reach - a shoulder, an elbow - and pulled as hard as he can, dragging Jensen up his body and onto him. They tipped to the side and just barely missed falling off the massage table. Jared’s mouth landed messily on Jensen’s, feeling swollen lips, tasting his own salty musk and diving in for more. He fumbled his hands into Jensen’s pants and stroked hard on Jensen’s dick, kissing him all the way to an orgasm, warm and sticky on his hand, his belly and Jensen’s shirt. Jensen swore as he came, rubbing against Jared and Jared’s hand, before they both collapsed in a sweaty heap.
For a few moments, it was just soft classical music and heavy breathing in the room. Jensen laughed softly against Jared’s sweaty skin, and Jared lifted his head from the table.
“What?”
“Just thinking that Gunnar’s gonna be pissed I took his appointment.”
Jared choked, “Excuse me?”
Jensen sat up a little, green eyes twinkling. “He thinks you’re hot. I told him you were straight.” He winked. “I was hoping to be wrong.”
Jared’s hands slid down the back of Jensen’s pants, grabbing his ass. “You... you…sir, you took advantage of my nakedness!”
Jensen shook his head, the nervous guy from half an hour ago long gone. “Top professional, man. I can’t help it if you started moaning like a pornstar when I was working out your traps. My dick can’t ignore that kind of moaning.”
Jared pushed his hips against Jensen’s and laughed. “It did feel really good.”
“The massage or my dick?”
“Both. Definitely both.” Jared’s smile faltered a little. “So, you…uh, want to come to the Olympic Village tonight?”
Jensen pushed himself up off the table, found his feet. He looked down at his ruined pants and shook his head.
“No?” Jared felt like he’d been punched as he sat up, looking for a towel.
“What? No, I mean. Yes. I was just thinking I’ve got to change before my two o’clock.” Jensen tipped his head to the side. “Would this be a sightseeing thing or a more private tour?”
“Private tour. Very, very private.” Feeling his confidence flood back into him, Jared smirked.
Jensen answered with a smirk of his own. “You’re on.”
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That got a bit longer than I expected. Hi, D! :D
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AHHHHHHHHH. YOU HAVE NOT LOST A SINGLE STEP, YOU PORN-WRITING CHAMPION, YOU!! YOU ARE THE SIMONE BILES OF SMUT! THE KATIE LEDECKY OF COMMENTFIC!! *pipes in National Anthem as you stand on the podium with tear-filled eyes*
T!! ILY!! I MISS YOU!! THANK YOU FOR THIS ONE!! *tacklehugs*
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