Train timestamp!
WARNING.
I was tipsy on the train and wrote this one my phone XD
Train verse. First time messing around. NC-17 of course.
In theory, Jensen is a patient man. In practice, he fails far more often than he exceeds. Jared's witnessed Jensen's impatience, in all its glorious beauty. It's always troubling, fairly embarrassing, and on occasion, adorable.
Right here, it's turning Jared on. Because he has Jensen under him, pressed into the pillowy sofa, and just going with what Jared does. He kisses Jensen; Jensen kisses back. He slides along his body; Jensen slides back. Jared reaches down, slipping fingers over Jensen's hips; he tips into the hold. But he's not doing anything of his own accord.
He's not touching like Jared wants, or taking control like Jared wants. For someone so set on having his life work to his specifications, Jensen's rather lazy in this moment.
Jared kisses harder, relishing the soft moan Jensen releases but doesn't get much else in reply.
In the evolution of their relationship, they haven't yet graduated from snail. Jensen hasn't done anything and Jared hasn't dared to push. Just accepting what he can get, yet also just a tiny bit afraid of what wrath Jensen would expel if Jared did something wrong.
"Oh my God," Jensen mumbles.
"What?" Jared asks, panicked.
Jensen's eyes clench tight and his cheeks redden; he's embarrassed.
Jared wants to laugh at it, but there's something there that warms in his belly in a way that them moving on the couch can't do. "Jen ..."
"Yeah?" he asks quietly.
It's the first time Jensen hasn't corrected Jared, which blows his mind. As does the way Jensen's eyes are wide in worry yet dark with heat. "You okay?"
He nods but doesn't look at Jared. Then he shakes his head. "How long've we been doing this?" Jensen ask in a rush.
Jared looks at the clock. "Twenty, maybe?"
Jensen looks, too, then sighs rough, hands tightening in Jared's shirt. He mutters, "Idiot."
"What?"
"I meant ... How long we been ..."
The way Jensen won't look at him gives it away. Jared surges up, kissing hard, all tongue, and pushing into Jensen so he can feel the hardness between them. "Few months."
Jensen's hands finally move, slipping to Jared's biceps, fingers curling and holding tight.
"Almost five," Jared specifies, riding against Jensen's groin and holding his forehead to Jensen's.
"Fuck," Jensen murmurs, but he's finally moving. Rutting up to Jared and keeping the rhythm. "It's been a while." Jared nods, waits for Jensen to go on, which he does, but with eyes closed and voice quiet. "Been keeping my distance. You freak me out sometimes."
Jared slows his movements. "Wait ... that's not really a good thing."
The equivalent to an annoyed sigh escapes Jensen's lips, and he's still moving up to Jared. "I mean ... I didn't ... You, and then .... shit," he finally stops with an huff.
"What?" Jared asks, slowing enough to nearly stop. "What is it?"
Jensen stares, for far too long. "I like you." Jared smiles and laughs, but Jensen turns his head. "Probably more than you like me."
Jared dips down, kissing slowly, disproving Jensen with his mouth and tongue and hips moving again. Because Jensen's admission is worth all these months of navigating those foul moods.
To hear that Jensen really does like him, to realize Jensen was that way because liking Jared freaked him out ... it actually makes sense. Total, perfect sense.
Jared stops again, talking at Jensen's mouth. "You wanna go slow?"
"Been going slow already," Jensen mutters pathetically.
"I'll keep waiting. Just let me do this. Please," he asks softly. And then he slides against Jensen again, feeling the rub of Jensen through his suit pants, feeling the curve into his hip that so readily allows Jared to slip into.
Jensen's hands fumble to Jared's face, but hold him in place as they keep kissing, fat tongued and wet lipped.
Jared reaches between them undoes buttons and zippers without complaint and to Jensen's sharp inhale. Because then Jared is pulling them both out so there's skin on skin, pushing pants down so there's nothing to soil, then he's riding into the plane of Jensen's hips again, moving with Jensen and watching him bite his lip and close his eyes tight.
Jensen's mouth suddenly blows wide, and Jared wants to shove his tongue inside but he's relishing the view, going faster, and feeling the dampness of sweat mixing with precome.
They're both muttering randomness and moving faster, and Jensen's sudden participation tips Jared over. He pushes down tight, foreheads together until he comes, wetness between them and not a word spoken.
But then Jensen groans softly and pushes up and comes, too.
They lay like that for longer than Jared had imagined Jensen would allow. And he's surprised when Jensen's fingers dip into his hair, keeping him close and not letting Jared move.
After a bit, Jared quietly asks, "You good?"
Even more surprising, Jensen lazily smiles. "Yeah, real good."
I was tipsy on the train and wrote this one my phone XD
Train verse. First time messing around. NC-17 of course.
In theory, Jensen is a patient man. In practice, he fails far more often than he exceeds. Jared's witnessed Jensen's impatience, in all its glorious beauty. It's always troubling, fairly embarrassing, and on occasion, adorable.
Right here, it's turning Jared on. Because he has Jensen under him, pressed into the pillowy sofa, and just going with what Jared does. He kisses Jensen; Jensen kisses back. He slides along his body; Jensen slides back. Jared reaches down, slipping fingers over Jensen's hips; he tips into the hold. But he's not doing anything of his own accord.
He's not touching like Jared wants, or taking control like Jared wants. For someone so set on having his life work to his specifications, Jensen's rather lazy in this moment.
Jared kisses harder, relishing the soft moan Jensen releases but doesn't get much else in reply.
In the evolution of their relationship, they haven't yet graduated from snail. Jensen hasn't done anything and Jared hasn't dared to push. Just accepting what he can get, yet also just a tiny bit afraid of what wrath Jensen would expel if Jared did something wrong.
"Oh my God," Jensen mumbles.
"What?" Jared asks, panicked.
Jensen's eyes clench tight and his cheeks redden; he's embarrassed.
Jared wants to laugh at it, but there's something there that warms in his belly in a way that them moving on the couch can't do. "Jen ..."
"Yeah?" he asks quietly.
It's the first time Jensen hasn't corrected Jared, which blows his mind. As does the way Jensen's eyes are wide in worry yet dark with heat. "You okay?"
He nods but doesn't look at Jared. Then he shakes his head. "How long've we been doing this?" Jensen ask in a rush.
Jared looks at the clock. "Twenty, maybe?"
Jensen looks, too, then sighs rough, hands tightening in Jared's shirt. He mutters, "Idiot."
"What?"
"I meant ... How long we been ..."
The way Jensen won't look at him gives it away. Jared surges up, kissing hard, all tongue, and pushing into Jensen so he can feel the hardness between them. "Few months."
Jensen's hands finally move, slipping to Jared's biceps, fingers curling and holding tight.
"Almost five," Jared specifies, riding against Jensen's groin and holding his forehead to Jensen's.
"Fuck," Jensen murmurs, but he's finally moving. Rutting up to Jared and keeping the rhythm. "It's been a while." Jared nods, waits for Jensen to go on, which he does, but with eyes closed and voice quiet. "Been keeping my distance. You freak me out sometimes."
Jared slows his movements. "Wait ... that's not really a good thing."
The equivalent to an annoyed sigh escapes Jensen's lips, and he's still moving up to Jared. "I mean ... I didn't ... You, and then .... shit," he finally stops with an huff.
"What?" Jared asks, slowing enough to nearly stop. "What is it?"
Jensen stares, for far too long. "I like you." Jared smiles and laughs, but Jensen turns his head. "Probably more than you like me."
Jared dips down, kissing slowly, disproving Jensen with his mouth and tongue and hips moving again. Because Jensen's admission is worth all these months of navigating those foul moods.
To hear that Jensen really does like him, to realize Jensen was that way because liking Jared freaked him out ... it actually makes sense. Total, perfect sense.
Jared stops again, talking at Jensen's mouth. "You wanna go slow?"
"Been going slow already," Jensen mutters pathetically.
"I'll keep waiting. Just let me do this. Please," he asks softly. And then he slides against Jensen again, feeling the rub of Jensen through his suit pants, feeling the curve into his hip that so readily allows Jared to slip into.
Jensen's hands fumble to Jared's face, but hold him in place as they keep kissing, fat tongued and wet lipped.
Jared reaches between them undoes buttons and zippers without complaint and to Jensen's sharp inhale. Because then Jared is pulling them both out so there's skin on skin, pushing pants down so there's nothing to soil, then he's riding into the plane of Jensen's hips again, moving with Jensen and watching him bite his lip and close his eyes tight.
Jensen's mouth suddenly blows wide, and Jared wants to shove his tongue inside but he's relishing the view, going faster, and feeling the dampness of sweat mixing with precome.
They're both muttering randomness and moving faster, and Jensen's sudden participation tips Jared over. He pushes down tight, foreheads together until he comes, wetness between them and not a word spoken.
But then Jensen groans softly and pushes up and comes, too.
They lay like that for longer than Jared had imagined Jensen would allow. And he's surprised when Jensen's fingers dip into his hair, keeping him close and not letting Jared move.
After a bit, Jared quietly asks, "You good?"
Even more surprising, Jensen lazily smiles. "Yeah, real good."