Friends
Title: Friends
Author: rahram
Pairing: Mike/Jensen
Word Count: 1,565
Rating: nc17
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: Follows Play Time.
Wrote for: ianthe_aveira, so when she gets back she can be happy and contented and warm and gooey inside.
Mike looks down at the sweaty man underneath him. The sheets are only pulled up to their hips, and under them, Mike can feel the hot, tight skin and the sticky come that coats Jensen’s stomach. “Hey,” he whispers; he’s worn out, since Jensen moved in, he usually finds himself that way. He bends his head to lightly press a kiss to Jensen’s still gasping lips.
“Hi,” Jensen replies, a sleepy grin stretching across his face as he flutters his eyes open.
“The sheets are dirty again,” Mike informs Jensen as he bends his head once more, only this time to apply a soft kiss to the corner of Jensen’s mouth.
“They usually are,” Jensen replies, laugh echoing around the room as Mike’s lips gently touch the tip of Jensen’s nose.
“Jen?” Mike questioned slowly, bringing his arms up to the sides of Jensen’s head, his own face inches from Jensen’s.
“Not now, Mike,” Jensen huffs, his good mood all but gone. For the past couple weeks, Mike had been question Jensen about Jared. He knew how much Jared meant to Jensen, and just wanted to help.
“Talk to him, Jen,” he whispered softly, breath brushing over Jensen’s lips.
“He’s an asshole, Mike,” Jensen tells him for what feels like the hundredth time.
“I’m an asshole, Jen,” Mike replies with a grin, “Yet, here you are, under me and sweaty.”
“So, you want me under Jared and sweaty?” Jensen questions him, his lips pulling into a smirk.
“Yeah, sure,” Mike says nodding, “As long as I get to watch.”
“Romantic,” Jensen replies rolling his eyes.
“You like me too much, Jenny. You’re not going to leave me even if Jared confessed his ever loving devotion to you.”
“You think?” Jensen asks, his eyes sliding closed.
“Mmhmm,” Mike mumbles before kissing Jensen once more, rolling to the side, and throwing his arm over the other man’s waist, “You’re stuck with me.”
Minutes pass slowly, only breathing filling the room, “I’ll talk to him,” Jensen decides, before he slowly drifts off to sleep.
Jensen can’t believe he’s doing this. This has got to be the most cracked up plan he’s ever had. He doesn’t even want to talk to Jared, doesn’t want to look at him, and most definitely doesn’t want to forgive him.
“Can we talk?” Jensen asks, his eyes never venturing to Jared where the man stands in front of the door after opening seconds later.
Jared doesn’t answer, just steps aside and let’s Jensen into his trailer.
“So, I still want to be friends.” Jensen begins, pacing up and down the small room as Jared takes a seat in the oversized chair situated between the small kitchenette and living room. “But you’re an asshole.”
“Mike’s an asshole,” Jared cuts in. He’s leaning forward in the chair his hands clasped together with the two index fingers extended and his chin resting on the other folded fingers.
“That was Mike’s point, but I don’t want to deal with any bullshit. I’m content at the moment,” Jensen pauses, stands in the middle of the floor and finally looks at Jared. He notices the black circles under his co-stars eyes, can tell the man hasn’t been sleeping, “But I think I’d be happy if we were friends again.”
“Why are you even with the loser?” Jared asks, before blushing. He didn’t mean to ask, had no intention of asking, but it’s been on his mind since Jensen moved, and since the day Jensen was at the hospital and chose the former Lex Luther over his best friend.
“I don’t know, man,” Jensen admits before he finally sits down on the couch and stares at the beige carpet, “he takes care of me; he loves me,” Jensen finishes with a shrug.
“So,” Jared takes a deep breath as he eyes move away from the closest person he has in Canada, “do you love him?” he whispers.
“No,” Jensen honestly tells him. He doesn’t think he does anyways. “But I could one day.”
A few hours later, Jensen falls onto the couch to lean against Mike. “Did you talk to him?” Mike questions, his eyes never leaving the tv.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighs, closing his eyes after laying his head against Mike’s shoulder. The anxiety of the day making him tired.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Mike prompts after Jensen’s been quiet for a couple minutes.
“He wants to be friends,” Jensen smiles before the smile slips away, “He wants us to come to a party he’s throwing, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Because you two can’t be in the same country let alone the same house.” Jensen replies with no heat in his voice.
“I’ll play nice,” Mike whispers, his right hand curling around Jensen and pulling the other man up as he stands. “I know you want to be friends with him, and I’d never take that away from you.”
Jensen just smiles as Mike leads him up to their bedroom. He lets Mike strip him of the day’s clothes. First the t-shirt pulled softly over his head, kisses laid up the middle of Jensen’s chest as each inch of skin gets revealed.
With sure fingers, Mike pops the button of the jeans hugging Jensen’s hips; he tenderly pushes them and the boxers down over Jensen’s ass, until he can push Jensen to sit on the bed while Mike finishes removing the denim and cotton from around the younger man’s legs. “Want you, Jenny,” Mike breathes from his position between Jensen’s legs before he leans up and steals Jensen’s breath with a slow dance of lips between one another.
“You have me,” Jensen whispers back, a smile pulling at his kiss slicked lips, his eyes half mast covering the blown pupils of his usually clear golden green eyes.
Mike slowly stands, pushing Jensen back as he gets his feet under him. He reaches for the bedside table draw and pulls out the lube the he’s probably going to have to buy more of, and coaxes Jensen further up to the head of the bed.
Kneeling between Jensen’s legs, Mike slicks his fingers, and tantalizingly with slow movements, pushes its past the muscle of Jensen’s hole and watches it get swallowed before he leans forward and begins to kiss the pump lips of the body that is willingly laid out for him on his bed.
The one finger is quickly followed by another, wrenching moans from Jensen’s throat that Mike never gets tired of hearing. He refuses to talk with they have sex this way. Slow and calm; sweet and lingering. He’s scared of what he may say and usually prefers to be in the play room with Jensen strapped down and begging him to let him come. So as he pushes in a third finger, his lips never falter, and he never gets to tell Jensen what the younger man makes him feel.
It’s not until Mike pulls his fingers from the heat inside of Jensen, that he leans back and let’s Jensen get a proper breath. He tries not to look up, tries not to see the heat in Jensen’s eyes as he slicks his dick with the lube. He strokes himself a couple times, quickly so that he doesn’t finish right there on Jensen’s chest, and slowly pushes inside of the man he’s grown to adore.
Jensen hisses as the head of Mike’s cock slides into his tight ass, and there are apologies on the older man’s lips, but before he utters them Jensen moans and pushes back. Mike drops his forehead onto Jensen’s shoulder as he bottoms out. He waits only a few minutes before he leisurely pulls back out and pushes back in. The constricting muscles around his dick urge him to go faster, and it’s not long until the room is filled with sounds of flesh slapping flesh, and the moans of Jensen’s voice as Mike strikes his prostate.
Jensen’s hands fist over Mike’s shoulder, his body moves with Mike’s in perfect unison. Jensen knows Mike’s all most finished. He can tell by the hot pants against his shoulder, by the way Mike’s body shakes with each push and pull out of his body, so with a sweaty hand, he reaches down and begins stripping his own dick. His pace is perfect with that of Mike and in seconds he’s screaming his release into their bedroom as Mike bites his shoulder and the warm heat of come squirts inside of him.
Heavy breathing replaces the moans and slapping sounds. Mike still lies on top of Jensen, he doesn’t want to move, but knows that he really needs to. He needs to get them both cleaned up and maybe take a nap before he goes downstairs to order something for them to eat.
Mike begins to pull out but is shocked still when Jensen raises his head and presses a kiss to his jaw. Jensen doesn’t say anything, so Mike doesn’t either. He just finishes pulling out, and goes to the bathroom to get a wash cloth and returns to clean Jensen before going back to the bathroom. He rinses the wash cloth out, cleans himself, and throws it into the tub to deal with later. When he finally makes it back to the bed, Jensen’s already asleep, so Mike curls up around him and falls asleep also.
Author: rahram
Pairing: Mike/Jensen
Word Count: 1,565
Rating: nc17
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: Follows Play Time.
Wrote for: ianthe_aveira, so when she gets back she can be happy and contented and warm and gooey inside.
Mike looks down at the sweaty man underneath him. The sheets are only pulled up to their hips, and under them, Mike can feel the hot, tight skin and the sticky come that coats Jensen’s stomach. “Hey,” he whispers; he’s worn out, since Jensen moved in, he usually finds himself that way. He bends his head to lightly press a kiss to Jensen’s still gasping lips.
“Hi,” Jensen replies, a sleepy grin stretching across his face as he flutters his eyes open.
“The sheets are dirty again,” Mike informs Jensen as he bends his head once more, only this time to apply a soft kiss to the corner of Jensen’s mouth.
“They usually are,” Jensen replies, laugh echoing around the room as Mike’s lips gently touch the tip of Jensen’s nose.
“Jen?” Mike questioned slowly, bringing his arms up to the sides of Jensen’s head, his own face inches from Jensen’s.
“Not now, Mike,” Jensen huffs, his good mood all but gone. For the past couple weeks, Mike had been question Jensen about Jared. He knew how much Jared meant to Jensen, and just wanted to help.
“Talk to him, Jen,” he whispered softly, breath brushing over Jensen’s lips.
“He’s an asshole, Mike,” Jensen tells him for what feels like the hundredth time.
“I’m an asshole, Jen,” Mike replies with a grin, “Yet, here you are, under me and sweaty.”
“So, you want me under Jared and sweaty?” Jensen questions him, his lips pulling into a smirk.
“Yeah, sure,” Mike says nodding, “As long as I get to watch.”
“Romantic,” Jensen replies rolling his eyes.
“You like me too much, Jenny. You’re not going to leave me even if Jared confessed his ever loving devotion to you.”
“You think?” Jensen asks, his eyes sliding closed.
“Mmhmm,” Mike mumbles before kissing Jensen once more, rolling to the side, and throwing his arm over the other man’s waist, “You’re stuck with me.”
Minutes pass slowly, only breathing filling the room, “I’ll talk to him,” Jensen decides, before he slowly drifts off to sleep.
Jensen can’t believe he’s doing this. This has got to be the most cracked up plan he’s ever had. He doesn’t even want to talk to Jared, doesn’t want to look at him, and most definitely doesn’t want to forgive him.
“Can we talk?” Jensen asks, his eyes never venturing to Jared where the man stands in front of the door after opening seconds later.
Jared doesn’t answer, just steps aside and let’s Jensen into his trailer.
“So, I still want to be friends.” Jensen begins, pacing up and down the small room as Jared takes a seat in the oversized chair situated between the small kitchenette and living room. “But you’re an asshole.”
“Mike’s an asshole,” Jared cuts in. He’s leaning forward in the chair his hands clasped together with the two index fingers extended and his chin resting on the other folded fingers.
“That was Mike’s point, but I don’t want to deal with any bullshit. I’m content at the moment,” Jensen pauses, stands in the middle of the floor and finally looks at Jared. He notices the black circles under his co-stars eyes, can tell the man hasn’t been sleeping, “But I think I’d be happy if we were friends again.”
“Why are you even with the loser?” Jared asks, before blushing. He didn’t mean to ask, had no intention of asking, but it’s been on his mind since Jensen moved, and since the day Jensen was at the hospital and chose the former Lex Luther over his best friend.
“I don’t know, man,” Jensen admits before he finally sits down on the couch and stares at the beige carpet, “he takes care of me; he loves me,” Jensen finishes with a shrug.
“So,” Jared takes a deep breath as he eyes move away from the closest person he has in Canada, “do you love him?” he whispers.
“No,” Jensen honestly tells him. He doesn’t think he does anyways. “But I could one day.”
A few hours later, Jensen falls onto the couch to lean against Mike. “Did you talk to him?” Mike questions, his eyes never leaving the tv.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighs, closing his eyes after laying his head against Mike’s shoulder. The anxiety of the day making him tired.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Mike prompts after Jensen’s been quiet for a couple minutes.
“He wants to be friends,” Jensen smiles before the smile slips away, “He wants us to come to a party he’s throwing, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Because you two can’t be in the same country let alone the same house.” Jensen replies with no heat in his voice.
“I’ll play nice,” Mike whispers, his right hand curling around Jensen and pulling the other man up as he stands. “I know you want to be friends with him, and I’d never take that away from you.”
Jensen just smiles as Mike leads him up to their bedroom. He lets Mike strip him of the day’s clothes. First the t-shirt pulled softly over his head, kisses laid up the middle of Jensen’s chest as each inch of skin gets revealed.
With sure fingers, Mike pops the button of the jeans hugging Jensen’s hips; he tenderly pushes them and the boxers down over Jensen’s ass, until he can push Jensen to sit on the bed while Mike finishes removing the denim and cotton from around the younger man’s legs. “Want you, Jenny,” Mike breathes from his position between Jensen’s legs before he leans up and steals Jensen’s breath with a slow dance of lips between one another.
“You have me,” Jensen whispers back, a smile pulling at his kiss slicked lips, his eyes half mast covering the blown pupils of his usually clear golden green eyes.
Mike slowly stands, pushing Jensen back as he gets his feet under him. He reaches for the bedside table draw and pulls out the lube the he’s probably going to have to buy more of, and coaxes Jensen further up to the head of the bed.
Kneeling between Jensen’s legs, Mike slicks his fingers, and tantalizingly with slow movements, pushes its past the muscle of Jensen’s hole and watches it get swallowed before he leans forward and begins to kiss the pump lips of the body that is willingly laid out for him on his bed.
The one finger is quickly followed by another, wrenching moans from Jensen’s throat that Mike never gets tired of hearing. He refuses to talk with they have sex this way. Slow and calm; sweet and lingering. He’s scared of what he may say and usually prefers to be in the play room with Jensen strapped down and begging him to let him come. So as he pushes in a third finger, his lips never falter, and he never gets to tell Jensen what the younger man makes him feel.
It’s not until Mike pulls his fingers from the heat inside of Jensen, that he leans back and let’s Jensen get a proper breath. He tries not to look up, tries not to see the heat in Jensen’s eyes as he slicks his dick with the lube. He strokes himself a couple times, quickly so that he doesn’t finish right there on Jensen’s chest, and slowly pushes inside of the man he’s grown to adore.
Jensen hisses as the head of Mike’s cock slides into his tight ass, and there are apologies on the older man’s lips, but before he utters them Jensen moans and pushes back. Mike drops his forehead onto Jensen’s shoulder as he bottoms out. He waits only a few minutes before he leisurely pulls back out and pushes back in. The constricting muscles around his dick urge him to go faster, and it’s not long until the room is filled with sounds of flesh slapping flesh, and the moans of Jensen’s voice as Mike strikes his prostate.
Jensen’s hands fist over Mike’s shoulder, his body moves with Mike’s in perfect unison. Jensen knows Mike’s all most finished. He can tell by the hot pants against his shoulder, by the way Mike’s body shakes with each push and pull out of his body, so with a sweaty hand, he reaches down and begins stripping his own dick. His pace is perfect with that of Mike and in seconds he’s screaming his release into their bedroom as Mike bites his shoulder and the warm heat of come squirts inside of him.
Heavy breathing replaces the moans and slapping sounds. Mike still lies on top of Jensen, he doesn’t want to move, but knows that he really needs to. He needs to get them both cleaned up and maybe take a nap before he goes downstairs to order something for them to eat.
Mike begins to pull out but is shocked still when Jensen raises his head and presses a kiss to his jaw. Jensen doesn’t say anything, so Mike doesn’t either. He just finishes pulling out, and goes to the bathroom to get a wash cloth and returns to clean Jensen before going back to the bathroom. He rinses the wash cloth out, cleans himself, and throws it into the tub to deal with later. When he finally makes it back to the bed, Jensen’s already asleep, so Mike curls up around him and falls asleep also.