another trainstamp (I like that fusion of words)
SO. I was just going to randomly drabble standing_fic with morning-after trainfic random scene and then it turned into actual porn. Yeah.
2,300 words of the next morning, follows yesterday's timestamp. NC-17.
When Jensen wakes, there’s a dead, warm weight on him. No, it’s hot, really fucking hot. And heavy. Jensen can’t move to save his life. This place could burn down and he’d be stuck right here in …
He looks up and around and realizes it’s Jared’s living room, with the mess of last night’s dinner on the coffee table and the giant screen TV still on but low. This time of morning, some kids are running across the screen and overacting for their lives. Jared’s on him, not moving, keeping him in place, and not allowing him to even breathe without smelling Jared.
And then he smells the rest of it. It’s stale, but it’s sex, and he smirks a little, remembering the night before. Remembering how Jared led them both to orgasm, but also, surprisingly, was patient and considerate about the whole issue. Jensen admitted he liked Jared; Jared didn’t back away. He surged on and pushed harder and touched Jensen in ways he hasn’t been touched in a long while because he doesn’t trust other people; he doesn’t trust himself.
He likes Jared. Really, really likes Jared, and it scares him, but then there’s comfort rising up to take its place, with them both crashing on the couch afterwards, unmoving except for Jared to slide a bit off center and spread his arm clear across Jensen’s chest, hand holding his side.
Jensen shifts, pushing a foot out to crack his stiff knee. The pop is loud and obvious, and wakes Jared, who curls into Jensen and breathes deep before lifting up to an elbow and rubbing his eyes.
“Wha time issit?”
Jensen clears his throat as quietly as possible, but his voice is still ground down and he feels like he’s swallowed a hundred rocks. As he looks behind them to the balcony, he says, “No idea. But there’s some light.”
Jared’s staring and it freaks Jensen out. He immediately wonders if Jared’s going to get up and act like nothing happened, when to Jensen, everything did. “Say that again.”
The little curl to Jared’s lips does nothing to help Jensen. He’s confused and stares back. “What?”
His smile tips up a little higher, even when he scrubs a hand over his face and blinks away his sleepiness. The hand squeezes at his neck and he’s now lazily smiling and closing his eyes. “The light thing.”
“There’s some light?”
“Wow, you’re. You’re really hot in the morning.”
“Look who’s talking, you’re like ten electric blankets. I’m sweating like a -“ Jared’s kiss cuts him off. The tongues are slow, but it’s good all the same. Until Jared pulls back and has the same lazy smile. “I don’t understand.”
Jared turns into him, slipping a knee between his legs. “You’re really hot with the morning voice, you know that?”
When Jared slips over and down, hands going under Jensen’s back, Jensen finally relaxes. More than he has in months. Five to be exact. “I do now.”
They kiss more, still unhurried with no place to go but just laying there, Jared atop Jensen, hands under and over backs. When Jared pulls back his soft smile turns into a playful smirk. “Are you smiling?”
“No,” Jensen immediately argues, even when he knows he is. He’s comfortable here, with Jared, like this. Finally. It’s thrilling in the exciting and frightening ways it can be, but right now he’s just warm and happy.
“Yeah, you are,” Jared taunts, but it’s quiet and playful, almost sweet. Then he leans down and kisses gently. “You should smile more.”
He wants to snort, but instead, he admits, “I’m working on that.”
Jared settles on his elbows, arms still under Jensen and holding. He’s smiling kindly in a way Jensen hasn’t seen before, because it’s usually taunting or condescending to Jensen’s behavior. But right now it feels like it matches the moment. “I like when you smile.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods short. “I like you. A lot. Maybe more than you think you like me.”
Jensen can’t help the smile, no matter how foreign it feels. “Yeah?”
“Remember, I was the one crushing on you for all that time. While I failed at public transportation.”
He blinks, as if he has to take the time to remember. It’s been a long while since he thought about that; all this time, he’s thought about Jared just hanging around, and him doing his best to not let Jared too far in but not push him too far away. “What was it? Crabby, Hot Guy?”
Jared laughs, ducking his head into Jensen’s neck. “Hot, Pissy Guy.”
Jensen swallows and his fingers shake as he slowly moves his hand to the back of Jared’s neck. But when Jared’s head turns so his forehead touches Jensen’s throat and he can rest comfortably, Jensen calms and holds, fingers warming to Jared’s kin.
“What do you think of Hot, Awkward Guy?”
He swallows again. “What?”
“You should probably get a new nickname,” Jared says with his mouth against the joint of Jensen’s shoulder and throat. He kisses then sucks lightly, tongue laving against the skin, and Jensen shivers, trying to not move away and just enjoy it.
Jensen does his best to not sound uncomfortable, but he can hear the shake his voice. “Does it have to be awkward?”
Jared’s arms tuck tighter, pulling them against each other, as he keeps mouthing at Jensen, moving to the dip on his throat. “You’re not pissy anymore. And you’re kind of awkward now.”
“I can,” he starts, voice getting light and breathy as he feels everything twist in his gut. Jared’s mouth is doing its best and Jensen’s feeling the rush of blood through his system, pooling down. “I can work on that, too.”
“Mmhmm,” he sounds out as he shifts to pay more attention to the other side of Jensen’s neck, biting lightly into the shoulder.
Jensen spreads his legs then hooks one around Jared’s knee. Then he lifts his hips, meets and feels Jared pressing back. It’s obvious that they’re both hard, and this time Jensen’s not just waiting for things to happen; he grabs Jared’s hips and pulls him into a rhythm for them to grind together. “God, I want …” and he trails off, nerves swallowing the rest of his words.
Jared keeps licking and sucking and biting while moving with Jensen’s hips. “What? What do you want?” He doesn’t answer; his breath is tight and burning, so Jared asks, “Want me to suck you? Or you want to?” Jared lengthens his strides against Jensen, and it feels so damned good, Jensen still can’t speak. “I could fuck you. I’d let you fuck me. I want you to. Want you inside.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jensen groans at Jared’s words. He turns his head against Jared’s. “What happened to going slow?”
He chuckles darkly then kisses up Jensen’s neck, across his jaw, then finally at his lips. “We can do whatever you want.”
“I want you to …” he trails off again with his eyes closed and breath catching.
“To what?” Jared asks while his hand goes down. It slips into the still-open pants and grazes over Jensen’s dick, hard and already damp. “Want this?” Jensen groans and takes a deep breath, still quiet but arching into Jared’s hand. “God,” Jared sighs while stroking Jensen. “You have any idea how hot you are? Just like this? Asking but not saying. Just letting me do this?”
Without thought, Jensen smiles and opens his eyes, and then he smiles with more meaning when he sees Jared’s intent face and gentle smile. Jensen reaches down and grabs Jared’s dick, squeezing hesitantly but then fondling with ease. Jared’s eyes roll back and close, and Jensen lifts his head to kiss at Jared’s jaw. “Keep talking,” he quietly directs Jared. “I like when you talk. You get all rambly.”
Jared smirks and turns to his side, forcing Jensen with him so they can better work through this and keep jacking each other off with different, better angles. “You know all the things I wanna do with you? Been thinking about it for months. All this time of holding out, waiting for you to come around.”
Their hands are moving faster and breaths getting louder, not to mention their smiles lazier. “I’m around now.” Then he bites off a curse, moving into Jared’s fist and knowing he’s close, even when his brain starts roaming through all the other things they could do to each other, the things he wants to do and that Jared wants, too.
Suddenly, Jared squeezes Jensen’s dick and murmurs, “Hang on,” while holding tight and pushing Jensen to his back. Then he’s on his knees at the end of the couch and swallowing him down.
Jensen’s hips jump up and he curses aloud, and keeps muttering while Jared grabs at his ass, squeezing the muscles and lifting the hips up so he get a better angle while sucking fast and dirty. Jensen pushes hair off Jared’s face and forehead so he can see Jared work, see his dick slide in and out of Jared’s mouth, and he can’t last much longer. He mumbles a warning, but Jared just keeps going, faster and turning his head in different directions, stimulating every bit of Jensen into finally coming; Jared swallows it all.
He’s molasses on the couch for the second time in less than twelve hours. His brain is equally mashed and his breathing is doubly deep and loud.
“You’re … God,” Jensen murmurs.
Jared moves back up and smirks. “Yeah, I know.”
Slowly, but with little thought, Jensen’s fingers trail lightly over Jared’s still-hard dick. “I wanna ... Taste you.”
He rolls his eyes with a quick breath and slides into Jensen’s hand. “Yes, God. Please.”
Jensen swallows thickly then nudges Jared over and they shuffle to switch places. Jensen shifts down, breathing steadily and pulling at Jared’s pants, bringing them further down his legs. “Is this?” he asks quietly, and Jared nods, understanding and lifting his hips and knees to help Jensen get him out of the jeans and boxers. He reaches up to tug Jared’s shirt off and his hands slowly course back down, savoring the bump of every muscle. His fingers splay over the skin and he catalogs the look and feel of Jared’s body in this moment, warm and smooth and waiting. Jensen rubs along Jared’s thighs and sighs then pushes Jared’s knees apart and settles in. He licks over the head, tastes Jared and the tang of precome. His arms and hands wrap around Jared’s upper thighs, pulling him closer as he goes down in a slow movement.
Jared reaches for him, touching and groping his arms and shoulders while murmuring nothing but good, dirty things and egging Jensen on.
It gets him going, and Jensen earnestly slips up and down, tonguing along the shaft, and then sliding a hand over Jared’s hip, his ass, and then down near his hole. Just a small touch at the rim and Jared flinches up and fast into Jensen’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Jen,” he moans. “Jesus, you do that again and I’m done.”
Jensen slows and pulls back enough that all he’s doing is lapping and sucking at the head then runs his finger back around Jared’s ass. The tip teases at the opening, barely pressing in, and Jared’s hips stutter up and he’s shaking.
“Jen, seriously, God,” he mutters on. “Feels good, but shit, I’m gonna, I swear, you better,” and then he groans when Jensen slips the finger in, teasing it at his prostate. Jared’s words crumble as his hips swing down onto Jensen’s finger then up into his mouth.
He slides off and sits back, just fingering Jared, making efforts to push the finger into the walls, to hit his prostate every time. But he’s also taking time to watch Jared and see how his whole body is moving on just one finger while a hand clenches into the cushion below him and the other into the back of the couch. Even with his face morphing between so many emotions and his eyes blinking open and closed to the ceiling, Jensen caringly smiles at him and keeps teasing his finger inside. “You look so good like this,” he says, surprisingly at ease.
Jared looks at him and can barely manage a smile before his body shakes and his head presses back into the cushions. “Oh, fuck, right there,” he says hoarsely.
Jensen pushes in further then pads against the spot that has Jared writhing helplessly and coming seconds later, pulsing and shooting on his stomach, a stark contrast to his tan skin. Jensen’s hesitant, but he’s leaning forward and licking, lapping up the come, and then smiling at Jared’s sharp breath and the way Jared clutches the back of his head to keep him there.
Jared’s voice is utterly shot, but he manages to say, “Okay, so you don’t have to work on that.”
Jensen chuckles as he settles above Jared, kissing lightly while Jared’s hands graze over his back.
They spend the day on the couch, lazy and worn out, until Jensen has to head back to his place to shower and meet up with friends for dinner. There’s no awkward goodbye, and Jared doesn’t even bother mentioning when he’ll see him again, but it feels right to leave with a warm kiss at the door.
Because when they sit together Monday morning, Jensen leans into Jared, enough that it’s different but not any major physical shift. And then he smiles enough that it’s easy and comfortable for them to be silent for the whole ride into the City.
Jensen smiles for the rest of the day.
2,300 words of the next morning, follows yesterday's timestamp. NC-17.
When Jensen wakes, there’s a dead, warm weight on him. No, it’s hot, really fucking hot. And heavy. Jensen can’t move to save his life. This place could burn down and he’d be stuck right here in …
He looks up and around and realizes it’s Jared’s living room, with the mess of last night’s dinner on the coffee table and the giant screen TV still on but low. This time of morning, some kids are running across the screen and overacting for their lives. Jared’s on him, not moving, keeping him in place, and not allowing him to even breathe without smelling Jared.
And then he smells the rest of it. It’s stale, but it’s sex, and he smirks a little, remembering the night before. Remembering how Jared led them both to orgasm, but also, surprisingly, was patient and considerate about the whole issue. Jensen admitted he liked Jared; Jared didn’t back away. He surged on and pushed harder and touched Jensen in ways he hasn’t been touched in a long while because he doesn’t trust other people; he doesn’t trust himself.
He likes Jared. Really, really likes Jared, and it scares him, but then there’s comfort rising up to take its place, with them both crashing on the couch afterwards, unmoving except for Jared to slide a bit off center and spread his arm clear across Jensen’s chest, hand holding his side.
Jensen shifts, pushing a foot out to crack his stiff knee. The pop is loud and obvious, and wakes Jared, who curls into Jensen and breathes deep before lifting up to an elbow and rubbing his eyes.
“Wha time issit?”
Jensen clears his throat as quietly as possible, but his voice is still ground down and he feels like he’s swallowed a hundred rocks. As he looks behind them to the balcony, he says, “No idea. But there’s some light.”
Jared’s staring and it freaks Jensen out. He immediately wonders if Jared’s going to get up and act like nothing happened, when to Jensen, everything did. “Say that again.”
The little curl to Jared’s lips does nothing to help Jensen. He’s confused and stares back. “What?”
His smile tips up a little higher, even when he scrubs a hand over his face and blinks away his sleepiness. The hand squeezes at his neck and he’s now lazily smiling and closing his eyes. “The light thing.”
“There’s some light?”
“Wow, you’re. You’re really hot in the morning.”
“Look who’s talking, you’re like ten electric blankets. I’m sweating like a -“ Jared’s kiss cuts him off. The tongues are slow, but it’s good all the same. Until Jared pulls back and has the same lazy smile. “I don’t understand.”
Jared turns into him, slipping a knee between his legs. “You’re really hot with the morning voice, you know that?”
When Jared slips over and down, hands going under Jensen’s back, Jensen finally relaxes. More than he has in months. Five to be exact. “I do now.”
They kiss more, still unhurried with no place to go but just laying there, Jared atop Jensen, hands under and over backs. When Jared pulls back his soft smile turns into a playful smirk. “Are you smiling?”
“No,” Jensen immediately argues, even when he knows he is. He’s comfortable here, with Jared, like this. Finally. It’s thrilling in the exciting and frightening ways it can be, but right now he’s just warm and happy.
“Yeah, you are,” Jared taunts, but it’s quiet and playful, almost sweet. Then he leans down and kisses gently. “You should smile more.”
He wants to snort, but instead, he admits, “I’m working on that.”
Jared settles on his elbows, arms still under Jensen and holding. He’s smiling kindly in a way Jensen hasn’t seen before, because it’s usually taunting or condescending to Jensen’s behavior. But right now it feels like it matches the moment. “I like when you smile.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods short. “I like you. A lot. Maybe more than you think you like me.”
Jensen can’t help the smile, no matter how foreign it feels. “Yeah?”
“Remember, I was the one crushing on you for all that time. While I failed at public transportation.”
He blinks, as if he has to take the time to remember. It’s been a long while since he thought about that; all this time, he’s thought about Jared just hanging around, and him doing his best to not let Jared too far in but not push him too far away. “What was it? Crabby, Hot Guy?”
Jared laughs, ducking his head into Jensen’s neck. “Hot, Pissy Guy.”
Jensen swallows and his fingers shake as he slowly moves his hand to the back of Jared’s neck. But when Jared’s head turns so his forehead touches Jensen’s throat and he can rest comfortably, Jensen calms and holds, fingers warming to Jared’s kin.
“What do you think of Hot, Awkward Guy?”
He swallows again. “What?”
“You should probably get a new nickname,” Jared says with his mouth against the joint of Jensen’s shoulder and throat. He kisses then sucks lightly, tongue laving against the skin, and Jensen shivers, trying to not move away and just enjoy it.
Jensen does his best to not sound uncomfortable, but he can hear the shake his voice. “Does it have to be awkward?”
Jared’s arms tuck tighter, pulling them against each other, as he keeps mouthing at Jensen, moving to the dip on his throat. “You’re not pissy anymore. And you’re kind of awkward now.”
“I can,” he starts, voice getting light and breathy as he feels everything twist in his gut. Jared’s mouth is doing its best and Jensen’s feeling the rush of blood through his system, pooling down. “I can work on that, too.”
“Mmhmm,” he sounds out as he shifts to pay more attention to the other side of Jensen’s neck, biting lightly into the shoulder.
Jensen spreads his legs then hooks one around Jared’s knee. Then he lifts his hips, meets and feels Jared pressing back. It’s obvious that they’re both hard, and this time Jensen’s not just waiting for things to happen; he grabs Jared’s hips and pulls him into a rhythm for them to grind together. “God, I want …” and he trails off, nerves swallowing the rest of his words.
Jared keeps licking and sucking and biting while moving with Jensen’s hips. “What? What do you want?” He doesn’t answer; his breath is tight and burning, so Jared asks, “Want me to suck you? Or you want to?” Jared lengthens his strides against Jensen, and it feels so damned good, Jensen still can’t speak. “I could fuck you. I’d let you fuck me. I want you to. Want you inside.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jensen groans at Jared’s words. He turns his head against Jared’s. “What happened to going slow?”
He chuckles darkly then kisses up Jensen’s neck, across his jaw, then finally at his lips. “We can do whatever you want.”
“I want you to …” he trails off again with his eyes closed and breath catching.
“To what?” Jared asks while his hand goes down. It slips into the still-open pants and grazes over Jensen’s dick, hard and already damp. “Want this?” Jensen groans and takes a deep breath, still quiet but arching into Jared’s hand. “God,” Jared sighs while stroking Jensen. “You have any idea how hot you are? Just like this? Asking but not saying. Just letting me do this?”
Without thought, Jensen smiles and opens his eyes, and then he smiles with more meaning when he sees Jared’s intent face and gentle smile. Jensen reaches down and grabs Jared’s dick, squeezing hesitantly but then fondling with ease. Jared’s eyes roll back and close, and Jensen lifts his head to kiss at Jared’s jaw. “Keep talking,” he quietly directs Jared. “I like when you talk. You get all rambly.”
Jared smirks and turns to his side, forcing Jensen with him so they can better work through this and keep jacking each other off with different, better angles. “You know all the things I wanna do with you? Been thinking about it for months. All this time of holding out, waiting for you to come around.”
Their hands are moving faster and breaths getting louder, not to mention their smiles lazier. “I’m around now.” Then he bites off a curse, moving into Jared’s fist and knowing he’s close, even when his brain starts roaming through all the other things they could do to each other, the things he wants to do and that Jared wants, too.
Suddenly, Jared squeezes Jensen’s dick and murmurs, “Hang on,” while holding tight and pushing Jensen to his back. Then he’s on his knees at the end of the couch and swallowing him down.
Jensen’s hips jump up and he curses aloud, and keeps muttering while Jared grabs at his ass, squeezing the muscles and lifting the hips up so he get a better angle while sucking fast and dirty. Jensen pushes hair off Jared’s face and forehead so he can see Jared work, see his dick slide in and out of Jared’s mouth, and he can’t last much longer. He mumbles a warning, but Jared just keeps going, faster and turning his head in different directions, stimulating every bit of Jensen into finally coming; Jared swallows it all.
He’s molasses on the couch for the second time in less than twelve hours. His brain is equally mashed and his breathing is doubly deep and loud.
“You’re … God,” Jensen murmurs.
Jared moves back up and smirks. “Yeah, I know.”
Slowly, but with little thought, Jensen’s fingers trail lightly over Jared’s still-hard dick. “I wanna ... Taste you.”
He rolls his eyes with a quick breath and slides into Jensen’s hand. “Yes, God. Please.”
Jensen swallows thickly then nudges Jared over and they shuffle to switch places. Jensen shifts down, breathing steadily and pulling at Jared’s pants, bringing them further down his legs. “Is this?” he asks quietly, and Jared nods, understanding and lifting his hips and knees to help Jensen get him out of the jeans and boxers. He reaches up to tug Jared’s shirt off and his hands slowly course back down, savoring the bump of every muscle. His fingers splay over the skin and he catalogs the look and feel of Jared’s body in this moment, warm and smooth and waiting. Jensen rubs along Jared’s thighs and sighs then pushes Jared’s knees apart and settles in. He licks over the head, tastes Jared and the tang of precome. His arms and hands wrap around Jared’s upper thighs, pulling him closer as he goes down in a slow movement.
Jared reaches for him, touching and groping his arms and shoulders while murmuring nothing but good, dirty things and egging Jensen on.
It gets him going, and Jensen earnestly slips up and down, tonguing along the shaft, and then sliding a hand over Jared’s hip, his ass, and then down near his hole. Just a small touch at the rim and Jared flinches up and fast into Jensen’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Jen,” he moans. “Jesus, you do that again and I’m done.”
Jensen slows and pulls back enough that all he’s doing is lapping and sucking at the head then runs his finger back around Jared’s ass. The tip teases at the opening, barely pressing in, and Jared’s hips stutter up and he’s shaking.
“Jen, seriously, God,” he mutters on. “Feels good, but shit, I’m gonna, I swear, you better,” and then he groans when Jensen slips the finger in, teasing it at his prostate. Jared’s words crumble as his hips swing down onto Jensen’s finger then up into his mouth.
He slides off and sits back, just fingering Jared, making efforts to push the finger into the walls, to hit his prostate every time. But he’s also taking time to watch Jared and see how his whole body is moving on just one finger while a hand clenches into the cushion below him and the other into the back of the couch. Even with his face morphing between so many emotions and his eyes blinking open and closed to the ceiling, Jensen caringly smiles at him and keeps teasing his finger inside. “You look so good like this,” he says, surprisingly at ease.
Jared looks at him and can barely manage a smile before his body shakes and his head presses back into the cushions. “Oh, fuck, right there,” he says hoarsely.
Jensen pushes in further then pads against the spot that has Jared writhing helplessly and coming seconds later, pulsing and shooting on his stomach, a stark contrast to his tan skin. Jensen’s hesitant, but he’s leaning forward and licking, lapping up the come, and then smiling at Jared’s sharp breath and the way Jared clutches the back of his head to keep him there.
Jared’s voice is utterly shot, but he manages to say, “Okay, so you don’t have to work on that.”
Jensen chuckles as he settles above Jared, kissing lightly while Jared’s hands graze over his back.
They spend the day on the couch, lazy and worn out, until Jensen has to head back to his place to shower and meet up with friends for dinner. There’s no awkward goodbye, and Jared doesn’t even bother mentioning when he’ll see him again, but it feels right to leave with a warm kiss at the door.
Because when they sit together Monday morning, Jensen leans into Jared, enough that it’s different but not any major physical shift. And then he smiles enough that it’s easy and comfortable for them to be silent for the whole ride into the City.
Jensen smiles for the rest of the day.