NC-17 | Nowhere is Too Far | J2
Title: Nowhere is Too Far
Rating: NC-17 Sexings!
Words: 2,400
Summary: College AU timetstamp! After three hellishly long weeks, unfulfilled with texts and lengthy calls and only a handful with phone sex, he can finally see and touch and smell his boyfriend.
Notes: Written for neros_violin for help_haiti with the prompt "reunion sex." Thanks to itskaylie for the dirt text suggestions and for reciting all of neros_violin's kinks. PFFT. Also, to timehasa_way for lovely beta skills. Title and cut text from Marc Broussard's "Want to Be Where You Are."
They’d thought it would be easy, considering how much they promised to follow through. It was four hours one way, but they were sure they could manage a two-hour ride to meet anywhere in the middle. Except Murphy’s Law attacked Christmas Break and they encountered not only long family holidays but broken down cars and seasonal jobs. It made Jensen surly and Jared downright boorish.
When it’s finally time, or at least the day, Jared is running through the house, footsteps heavy and bothersome. So much so that his mother keeps yelling at him from the kitchen. “JT! Think you could stop with the racket?! And take out the garbage!”
His voice travels from the upstairs bathroom through the hallway and into his room as he shouts back, “I ain’t takin’ the garbage out! I’m leaving!”
“For good? Dear Lord, be so kind.”
“I heard that!” he yells on his way down the stairs and through the kitchen.
She shuffles behind him as he ravages through the fridge, swatting him in the ass with a spatula. “Your ears ain’t broke? Wonderful! Now you can finish drying the dishes and take out the garbage like you promised.”
Jared looks up with crazy eyes and even crazier eyebrows that are pushed right down to his eyelashes. “I never promised nothin’!”
As Sherry starts fussing at him, he’s piling a couple bottles of water and cans of soda into his shirt, pulling the hem out for more carrying room. He even tucks a few cheese string packages into his mouth. “You are not goin’ anywhere until you finish up your chores. I hardly ask much of you,” and she pauses to yank the cheeses out of his mouth then smack him upside the head with them. “And you still fight me on it.”
“Mama, c’mon,” he whines, complete with sad eyes and a deep frown. “I’m gonna be late if I don’t leave soon.” He pauses then huffs. “I’m already late, really.”
With a hand on her hip, she regards him a few moments. “Now, I don’t see why you couldn’t just have him come on up here.”
Jared leans in and gives her a tight smile. “Because then he’d listen to you ride my ass all day.”
Sherry smacks him again. “Don’t say ass. Ya ass,” she adds with a smirk as she moves back to the sink. When he grabs more snacks from the cupboard - ranging from bagged chips to granola bars to applesauce - she sighs. “Hope you don’t plan on eatin’ all that on the way up.”
He replies without even looking at her, still scavenging for snacks. “I’m a growin’ boy, Mama. Gotta keep my energy up and my muscles big. Keep my boyfriend happy.”
She gives him a raised eyebrow and then he chuckles, and it turns into cackling and she swats him again. “Get outta my face, Jared.”
He can’t leave fast enough.
And he can’t drive any faster.
Can’t keep his mind wrapped around the fact that after three hellishly long weeks, unfulfilled with texts and lengthy calls and only a handful with phone sex, he can finally see and touch and smell his boyfriend.
And apparently Jensen is also antsy for the rendezvous because he texts Jared for the whole last half hour of the ride, having already arrived at the hotel. It ranges from mocking Jared for not being able to tell time to ragging on him for not being able to tell time. And finally to teasing him.
gonna watch porn. take care of myself
Jared groans at his phone then yelps when his car swings into the right lane, narrowly avoiding another car. Don’t you dare touch! 20mins! he sends back.
can go 2 rounds in 20
HATE U SFM
goddam. am so hard.
Jared throws his cell to the footwell and tosses a hand through his hair. He can’t do this, can’t read Jensen’s texts even if they’re not even that bad yet. Because he’s already feeling it and his hand goes down to his jeans, pushing himself down and trying to think of other things, like his sweet little grandma’s smile, puppies, and baseball. But then he thinks of all sports, especially basketball, and rubbing up against Jensen while playing defense and his phone beeps with a new text. He ignores it, has to, and starts a new train of thought. His mother, Amy Winehouse, a particularly difficult Calculus problem from his final … but then he thinks of class and sitting next to Mike and then Jensen and how he’d love to shove him against the wipeboard and the phone beeps again.
“AHHHHH!” he shouts, long and loud, yanking on the wheel and fiercely shaking his head. After he calms, he reaches for the phone, doing his best to stay within his lane, and then checks the texts.
wish you were here. could watch me fuck myself wide open
He whimpers.
imagining your dick up there. pounding me into the bed
Jared shoves the gas pedal into the floor and races his way there. He’s unaware of the last fifteen minutes of the ride, just that he comes to a screeching halt in the parking lot, that he jogs through the parking lot and inside, and that he sprints his way through the hallways until he can reach the room. He’s knocking frantically, ignoring the looks of patrons passing him. He doesn’t care, he has to be in that room, with Jensen, now.
The door swings open and Jared stares, unsure if he’s happy that Jensen is fully clothed and not moving on without him or fucking disappointed in the fact that Jensen is fully clothed and not fingering himself like he’d said he was.
“In a hurry or something?” Jensen asks with a smirk.
Jared breathes deep and just takes it all in. Three weeks is a really damned long time for them, and he needs a moment to just look. The typically disheveled hair and the warm, green eyes, perfect skin accented by even more perfect freckles, and then he stalls on the plump lips and he has to be there. Right there on that mouth.
He dumps his bag and surges forward, pushing Jensen back without even meaning to, but he’s right in the guy’s space with his mouth wrapped around Jensen’s and they’re moving into the room, door closing behind him.
“God, I missed you,” Jared pants into Jensen’s mouth while tugging his tee up. His hands stop their efforts in the name of touching warm skin.
Jensen chuckles and tugs on Jared’s jeans, smiling at the missing belt, dipping his fingers in enough to tease.
“Took the thing off in the car. You’re a dirty tease. It was fucking torture.”
He chuckles again and starts unbuttoning the pants, pushing them down before even touching Jared’s shirts. “Knew you’d like it.”
“I’d rather you let me actually do those things you said. You’re gonna right?”
Jensen smirks into Jared’s mouth as he nudges him even further into the room. “Got all day and night.”
“God, you,” Jared marvels as his fingers roam and squeeze at Jensen’s back and chest, feeling all his muscles bunch with every move. “I can’t wait. The things I wanna do to you.”
Jensen pushes Jared into the big armchair in the corner and flashes a sly smile as he kneels between Jared’s legs. “The things I thought about while waitin’ on you.”
He nearly whines, ready to blame it all on his mama, but then he tosses that thought out of his brain because there’s no way he can look at Jensen yanking his shirt off, settling between Jared’s naked legs, and licking his lips while thinking of her.
In one quick drop, Jensen takes Jared. It’s not pretty, except that Jared loves seeing Jensen’s mouth forced wide around his dick and how obscenely he moves up and down, saliva slicking up lips and his own cock, and Jensen runs up the length then back down.
Jared slides down in the chair so he can grab Jensen’s head, yank at whatever hair is long enough, and get a better view of Jensen sucking him off. He’s murmuring all the good notions in his brain, reciting the thrum of heat filling his body to encourage Jensen to keep going, to take him even deeper. It’s louder as it gets wetter and soon enough Jared is kicking his hips up while tugging Jensen’s hair, forcing him up and down, unable to control himself because it’s just too God damned good to not do this.
But then Jensen pops off, pushes himself out of Jared’s hands and moves forward, plunging his tongue into Jared’s mouth so they can share the taste and heat of Jared’s dick. Which twitches as Jensen straddles him, as he reaches between the frame and the cushion and works with the lube he’d stashed there long before Jared even stepped foot in the door. Jared smiles into the kiss, grabs Jensen’s hips to move him over his dick, making it slide through the curve of Jensen’s ass. Even while Jensen slicks up his own fingers and reaches back to slide them right in.
“Really wanted to do this before you came,” Jensen says with a grin. “So close to doing it, too.”
Jared surges closer to nip at Jensen’s mouth. “Why didn’t ya?”
He breathes heavy as he works himself open and stalls his answer. But he finally says, “Was waiting for you.”
Foreheads smash together as Jared focuses on the press of Jensen’s ass along his dick, how Jensen’s fingers fumble and are slick and loud. “Fuck, I was dyin’ to get here. You have no idea.”
Jensen slows as he gets nearer to ready, as he worries about being too close. “No, I know,” he reasons easily with a quirk of his mouth. Then he admits, “I wanted you to be here for it. Want you to watch. But can’t wait now.”
Jared reaches back and pushes on the back of Jensen’s hand to force his hand faster and deeper. “Please tell me you’re ready. Please, do.”
He chuckles against Jared’s temple and removes his hand, which prompts Jared to run a finger around the rim, feeling the tender hole twitching and ready. He leans back enough get a hand between them and lubes himself up and Jensen moves closer, lowering himself as Jared guides himself up. Jared’s wide palms and long fingers span Jensen’s ass as he enters. It’s a long, torturous slide, and they’re motionless for even longer moments as Jared fills him, wholly fills him with his hard, beating cock, blood pumping wildly, and Jared thinks he’ll burst right there. He can’t, he has to last, make this last.
It only gets worse when Jensen starts moving, rising up then sliding back down. Jared’s hands clench along with Jensen’s ass, squeezing tight to the muscles working as Jensen starts rocking and rolling his hips while reaching for Jared’s face. Fingers graze his cheeks and his brows, push sweaty hair off his forehead, and then grip tight to the tendrils curling at his neck. The pull on his hair, the force of his head back, opens his neck up for Jensen’s mouth to suck and bite and lick. And he does it while forcing his body over Jared’s.
But he won’t complain, can’t, is actually rendered speechless with the feel of Jensen’s smooth body enveloping his dick, slipping and sliding, dirty and fast. Jensen’s fingers continue wrenching through Jared’s hair, forcing him in all directions as he rises up, the head of Jared’s cock almost dropping out, but not quite. Jensen moves quick and fast, up and down over just the head, letting it pierce his hole over and over while his tongue fucks its way into Jared’s mouth. Just the same as Jared is fucking into him.
They’re moaning, loud and nonsensically, the noises vibrating through their mouths and then Jared’s broad hands clamp down on Jensen’s ass, kneading and pinching because he can’t do this anymore, can’t hold out, and he leads Jensen, forcing his dick deep. Repeatedly, shoving himself up and Jensen down.
Jensen’s mouth spouts obscenity after obscenity, moaning in between, and still jerking his hands through Jared’s hair. They let up when Jared’s hand curls around Jensen’s thick, throbbing dick. When it starts to squeeze and tug and work Jensen even closer, Jensen’s hands release and instead palm Jared’s head, hair sliding between his fingers. He presses himself against Jared, chest to chest, his cheekbone pressing hard into Jared’s temple as he coaxes him to keep it up, keep going, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.
Jared doesn’t, and then Jensen is clamping his lips down in a muffled cry as he shakes and comes. Jared nudges his head and finds Jensen’s mouth, rams his tongue in a sloppy, lopsided kiss as he keeps pushing up. But he doesn’t last long because even when Jensen is coming down, all limp muscles and lazy kisses, Jared can’t ignore that he brought Jensen to this, and he groans into Jensen’s mouth, spilling inside.
Jensen collapses fully into Jared, slack jawed, warm and lazy and heavy. Jared holds him close, relishes this feeling because Jensen is with him, in his arms, unguarded and pliable. He loves the press of Jensen’s chest to his as they both steady their breathing and sweat mixes to be theirs, a result of their sex.
He holds tight around Jensen’s hips and manages to heave them up and over to the bed, and they separate only long enough for Jared to slide out before he rolls right into Jensen. He latches back on, this time settling atop most of Jensen, head tucked beneath Jensen’s and arms winding.
“Damn,” Jensen mumbles.
“I know,” Jared says with a tiny chuckle, right against Jensen’s throat.
“Not like I wanted to be apart that long, but kinda worth it.”
He chuckles again and moves impossibly closer. “Not sure I want another three weeks.”
Jensen’s hand skates up Jared’s back and settles at his neck, fingers playing in the ends of his hair. “Nah, never that long.”
Jared smiles, feeling more than sated with Jensen right there.
Rating: NC-17 Sexings!
Words: 2,400
Summary: College AU timetstamp! After three hellishly long weeks, unfulfilled with texts and lengthy calls and only a handful with phone sex, he can finally see and touch and smell his boyfriend.
Notes: Written for neros_violin for help_haiti with the prompt "reunion sex." Thanks to itskaylie for the dirt text suggestions and for reciting all of neros_violin's kinks. PFFT. Also, to timehasa_way for lovely beta skills. Title and cut text from Marc Broussard's "Want to Be Where You Are."
They’d thought it would be easy, considering how much they promised to follow through. It was four hours one way, but they were sure they could manage a two-hour ride to meet anywhere in the middle. Except Murphy’s Law attacked Christmas Break and they encountered not only long family holidays but broken down cars and seasonal jobs. It made Jensen surly and Jared downright boorish.
When it’s finally time, or at least the day, Jared is running through the house, footsteps heavy and bothersome. So much so that his mother keeps yelling at him from the kitchen. “JT! Think you could stop with the racket?! And take out the garbage!”
His voice travels from the upstairs bathroom through the hallway and into his room as he shouts back, “I ain’t takin’ the garbage out! I’m leaving!”
“For good? Dear Lord, be so kind.”
“I heard that!” he yells on his way down the stairs and through the kitchen.
She shuffles behind him as he ravages through the fridge, swatting him in the ass with a spatula. “Your ears ain’t broke? Wonderful! Now you can finish drying the dishes and take out the garbage like you promised.”
Jared looks up with crazy eyes and even crazier eyebrows that are pushed right down to his eyelashes. “I never promised nothin’!”
As Sherry starts fussing at him, he’s piling a couple bottles of water and cans of soda into his shirt, pulling the hem out for more carrying room. He even tucks a few cheese string packages into his mouth. “You are not goin’ anywhere until you finish up your chores. I hardly ask much of you,” and she pauses to yank the cheeses out of his mouth then smack him upside the head with them. “And you still fight me on it.”
“Mama, c’mon,” he whines, complete with sad eyes and a deep frown. “I’m gonna be late if I don’t leave soon.” He pauses then huffs. “I’m already late, really.”
With a hand on her hip, she regards him a few moments. “Now, I don’t see why you couldn’t just have him come on up here.”
Jared leans in and gives her a tight smile. “Because then he’d listen to you ride my ass all day.”
Sherry smacks him again. “Don’t say ass. Ya ass,” she adds with a smirk as she moves back to the sink. When he grabs more snacks from the cupboard - ranging from bagged chips to granola bars to applesauce - she sighs. “Hope you don’t plan on eatin’ all that on the way up.”
He replies without even looking at her, still scavenging for snacks. “I’m a growin’ boy, Mama. Gotta keep my energy up and my muscles big. Keep my boyfriend happy.”
She gives him a raised eyebrow and then he chuckles, and it turns into cackling and she swats him again. “Get outta my face, Jared.”
He can’t leave fast enough.
And he can’t drive any faster.
Can’t keep his mind wrapped around the fact that after three hellishly long weeks, unfulfilled with texts and lengthy calls and only a handful with phone sex, he can finally see and touch and smell his boyfriend.
And apparently Jensen is also antsy for the rendezvous because he texts Jared for the whole last half hour of the ride, having already arrived at the hotel. It ranges from mocking Jared for not being able to tell time to ragging on him for not being able to tell time. And finally to teasing him.
gonna watch porn. take care of myself
Jared groans at his phone then yelps when his car swings into the right lane, narrowly avoiding another car. Don’t you dare touch! 20mins! he sends back.
can go 2 rounds in 20
HATE U SFM
goddam. am so hard.
Jared throws his cell to the footwell and tosses a hand through his hair. He can’t do this, can’t read Jensen’s texts even if they’re not even that bad yet. Because he’s already feeling it and his hand goes down to his jeans, pushing himself down and trying to think of other things, like his sweet little grandma’s smile, puppies, and baseball. But then he thinks of all sports, especially basketball, and rubbing up against Jensen while playing defense and his phone beeps with a new text. He ignores it, has to, and starts a new train of thought. His mother, Amy Winehouse, a particularly difficult Calculus problem from his final … but then he thinks of class and sitting next to Mike and then Jensen and how he’d love to shove him against the wipeboard and the phone beeps again.
“AHHHHH!” he shouts, long and loud, yanking on the wheel and fiercely shaking his head. After he calms, he reaches for the phone, doing his best to stay within his lane, and then checks the texts.
wish you were here. could watch me fuck myself wide open
He whimpers.
imagining your dick up there. pounding me into the bed
Jared shoves the gas pedal into the floor and races his way there. He’s unaware of the last fifteen minutes of the ride, just that he comes to a screeching halt in the parking lot, that he jogs through the parking lot and inside, and that he sprints his way through the hallways until he can reach the room. He’s knocking frantically, ignoring the looks of patrons passing him. He doesn’t care, he has to be in that room, with Jensen, now.
The door swings open and Jared stares, unsure if he’s happy that Jensen is fully clothed and not moving on without him or fucking disappointed in the fact that Jensen is fully clothed and not fingering himself like he’d said he was.
“In a hurry or something?” Jensen asks with a smirk.
Jared breathes deep and just takes it all in. Three weeks is a really damned long time for them, and he needs a moment to just look. The typically disheveled hair and the warm, green eyes, perfect skin accented by even more perfect freckles, and then he stalls on the plump lips and he has to be there. Right there on that mouth.
He dumps his bag and surges forward, pushing Jensen back without even meaning to, but he’s right in the guy’s space with his mouth wrapped around Jensen’s and they’re moving into the room, door closing behind him.
“God, I missed you,” Jared pants into Jensen’s mouth while tugging his tee up. His hands stop their efforts in the name of touching warm skin.
Jensen chuckles and tugs on Jared’s jeans, smiling at the missing belt, dipping his fingers in enough to tease.
“Took the thing off in the car. You’re a dirty tease. It was fucking torture.”
He chuckles again and starts unbuttoning the pants, pushing them down before even touching Jared’s shirts. “Knew you’d like it.”
“I’d rather you let me actually do those things you said. You’re gonna right?”
Jensen smirks into Jared’s mouth as he nudges him even further into the room. “Got all day and night.”
“God, you,” Jared marvels as his fingers roam and squeeze at Jensen’s back and chest, feeling all his muscles bunch with every move. “I can’t wait. The things I wanna do to you.”
Jensen pushes Jared into the big armchair in the corner and flashes a sly smile as he kneels between Jared’s legs. “The things I thought about while waitin’ on you.”
He nearly whines, ready to blame it all on his mama, but then he tosses that thought out of his brain because there’s no way he can look at Jensen yanking his shirt off, settling between Jared’s naked legs, and licking his lips while thinking of her.
In one quick drop, Jensen takes Jared. It’s not pretty, except that Jared loves seeing Jensen’s mouth forced wide around his dick and how obscenely he moves up and down, saliva slicking up lips and his own cock, and Jensen runs up the length then back down.
Jared slides down in the chair so he can grab Jensen’s head, yank at whatever hair is long enough, and get a better view of Jensen sucking him off. He’s murmuring all the good notions in his brain, reciting the thrum of heat filling his body to encourage Jensen to keep going, to take him even deeper. It’s louder as it gets wetter and soon enough Jared is kicking his hips up while tugging Jensen’s hair, forcing him up and down, unable to control himself because it’s just too God damned good to not do this.
But then Jensen pops off, pushes himself out of Jared’s hands and moves forward, plunging his tongue into Jared’s mouth so they can share the taste and heat of Jared’s dick. Which twitches as Jensen straddles him, as he reaches between the frame and the cushion and works with the lube he’d stashed there long before Jared even stepped foot in the door. Jared smiles into the kiss, grabs Jensen’s hips to move him over his dick, making it slide through the curve of Jensen’s ass. Even while Jensen slicks up his own fingers and reaches back to slide them right in.
“Really wanted to do this before you came,” Jensen says with a grin. “So close to doing it, too.”
Jared surges closer to nip at Jensen’s mouth. “Why didn’t ya?”
He breathes heavy as he works himself open and stalls his answer. But he finally says, “Was waiting for you.”
Foreheads smash together as Jared focuses on the press of Jensen’s ass along his dick, how Jensen’s fingers fumble and are slick and loud. “Fuck, I was dyin’ to get here. You have no idea.”
Jensen slows as he gets nearer to ready, as he worries about being too close. “No, I know,” he reasons easily with a quirk of his mouth. Then he admits, “I wanted you to be here for it. Want you to watch. But can’t wait now.”
Jared reaches back and pushes on the back of Jensen’s hand to force his hand faster and deeper. “Please tell me you’re ready. Please, do.”
He chuckles against Jared’s temple and removes his hand, which prompts Jared to run a finger around the rim, feeling the tender hole twitching and ready. He leans back enough get a hand between them and lubes himself up and Jensen moves closer, lowering himself as Jared guides himself up. Jared’s wide palms and long fingers span Jensen’s ass as he enters. It’s a long, torturous slide, and they’re motionless for even longer moments as Jared fills him, wholly fills him with his hard, beating cock, blood pumping wildly, and Jared thinks he’ll burst right there. He can’t, he has to last, make this last.
It only gets worse when Jensen starts moving, rising up then sliding back down. Jared’s hands clench along with Jensen’s ass, squeezing tight to the muscles working as Jensen starts rocking and rolling his hips while reaching for Jared’s face. Fingers graze his cheeks and his brows, push sweaty hair off his forehead, and then grip tight to the tendrils curling at his neck. The pull on his hair, the force of his head back, opens his neck up for Jensen’s mouth to suck and bite and lick. And he does it while forcing his body over Jared’s.
But he won’t complain, can’t, is actually rendered speechless with the feel of Jensen’s smooth body enveloping his dick, slipping and sliding, dirty and fast. Jensen’s fingers continue wrenching through Jared’s hair, forcing him in all directions as he rises up, the head of Jared’s cock almost dropping out, but not quite. Jensen moves quick and fast, up and down over just the head, letting it pierce his hole over and over while his tongue fucks its way into Jared’s mouth. Just the same as Jared is fucking into him.
They’re moaning, loud and nonsensically, the noises vibrating through their mouths and then Jared’s broad hands clamp down on Jensen’s ass, kneading and pinching because he can’t do this anymore, can’t hold out, and he leads Jensen, forcing his dick deep. Repeatedly, shoving himself up and Jensen down.
Jensen’s mouth spouts obscenity after obscenity, moaning in between, and still jerking his hands through Jared’s hair. They let up when Jared’s hand curls around Jensen’s thick, throbbing dick. When it starts to squeeze and tug and work Jensen even closer, Jensen’s hands release and instead palm Jared’s head, hair sliding between his fingers. He presses himself against Jared, chest to chest, his cheekbone pressing hard into Jared’s temple as he coaxes him to keep it up, keep going, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.
Jared doesn’t, and then Jensen is clamping his lips down in a muffled cry as he shakes and comes. Jared nudges his head and finds Jensen’s mouth, rams his tongue in a sloppy, lopsided kiss as he keeps pushing up. But he doesn’t last long because even when Jensen is coming down, all limp muscles and lazy kisses, Jared can’t ignore that he brought Jensen to this, and he groans into Jensen’s mouth, spilling inside.
Jensen collapses fully into Jared, slack jawed, warm and lazy and heavy. Jared holds him close, relishes this feeling because Jensen is with him, in his arms, unguarded and pliable. He loves the press of Jensen’s chest to his as they both steady their breathing and sweat mixes to be theirs, a result of their sex.
He holds tight around Jensen’s hips and manages to heave them up and over to the bed, and they separate only long enough for Jared to slide out before he rolls right into Jensen. He latches back on, this time settling atop most of Jensen, head tucked beneath Jensen’s and arms winding.
“Damn,” Jensen mumbles.
“I know,” Jared says with a tiny chuckle, right against Jensen’s throat.
“Not like I wanted to be apart that long, but kinda worth it.”
He chuckles again and moves impossibly closer. “Not sure I want another three weeks.”
Jensen’s hand skates up Jared’s back and settles at his neck, fingers playing in the ends of his hair. “Nah, never that long.”
Jared smiles, feeling more than sated with Jensen right there.