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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Jensen’s hands were on his hips now, and that towel covering his lap was shoved aside as Jensen pushed his way between Jared’s legs. Lifting his head from Jensen’s throat, heat pounding down his body, Jared caught Jensen’s eyes and then his lips. The kiss turned up the heat instantly, from a slow simmer to a rolling boil. They dove into each other, tasting, thrusting. It was nearly competitive this kiss, and Jared wanted to win.
Or maybe he wanted Jensen to win. For once in his life, he didn’t actually care who won as long as they both got to the finish. He felt Jensen’s still clothed crotch press again his bare cock, and pulled his head out of the kiss for just a breath. He snagged the back of Jensen’s head, fingers twisting in too-short hair. Not enough to get a grip.
“What do you want?” Jensen’s was broken and raw, and shit, Jared’s mind jammed with the possibilities. He wanted everything.
“I want to see you. You’ve already had my full show.” Jared smirked a little, but his body was the product of thousands of hours of work. He was rightly proud of it. And the way Jensen was watching him was making him feel all kinds of confident about how this was going to go.
Jensen grinned, a wicked white grin, and stepped back slightly. Catching the neck of his white t-shirt, he pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. Before he could even lower his arms, Jared was touching him, fingers dragging over muscle and hot, smooth skin.
“Yeah, damn. You’re fucking hot, Jensen.” Jared snagged the waist of his pants and yanked him back into the vee of his legs. His voice dipped low. “I want to fuck you, but I also want to take my time when I do. When’s your next appointment?” He met Jensen’s gaze head on, put all his serious intent into that look.
Jensen didn’t say anything for a moment, hands tight on Jared’s thighs. He finally blinked and answered after looking at the clock. “Fuck. In twenty minutes.”
“Definitely not enough time for what I had in mind.” Jared frowned, leaned in and pressed another kiss to Jensen’s neck, his jaw. His hand closed over Jensen’s nape, holding him in place. He lifted up and pressed his forehead to Jensen’s. “What are we going to do about that?”
Jensen smiled, eyes dipping down to Jared’s still hard dick. “I know exactly what I’m going to do about that.” Before Jared could really react, and Jared prided himself on his reaction time, thank you very much, Jensen dropped smoothly to his knees and wrapped one hot hand around Jared’s cock.
A strangled sound slipped out when Jensen’s lush lips opened on the next breath and sucked the head into his hot, wet mouth. Jared threw his hands back to catch himself on the table, nearly sliding off the other side. “Oh, shit. Shit.”
Jensen stroked him from the base, grip firm, and finished against his own mouth, still holding just the head inside his mouth. Over and over, he did this, and Jared was starting to see stars. His hips jerked on the next stroke, and Jensen pressed his free hand to Jared’s thigh, a warning look in his eye.
Jared’s eyes slid shut, brain shutting down over the tight, wet heat and that’s when Jensen started to move. Not his hand this time, but his mouth. He moved forward a few inches, then back. Forward again, then back. The rhythm was lighting Jared up, his whole body going on red alert.
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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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