BB!Animals timestamp
Orcs and goblins and mermaids, oh my!
~2400 words, NC-17
Last night I read God awful fic and capslocked all over timehasa_way's IM, so in thanks and appreciation, I wrote this for her. I know this is one of her fave verses, and I asked her to name an animal, but she kept naming ones I've already written (not even knowing that's why I was asking). So, then this happened.
“Name an animal. Any animal.”
“No,” Jensen says quickly from his side of the bed, newspaper open on his lap.
“Random game,” Jared says with a smile. “First animal to come to mind.” Jensen remains quiet, the sound of rustling newspaper the only noise between them. “C’mon. Just … humor me for a minute.”
Jensen idly returns, “I’ve been humoring you for ten years,” as he turns another page.
“Eleven, thank you very much.”
“Whichever,” Jensen replies plainly. There’s a sharp click of Jared’s tongue inside his mouth, and Jensen does his best to hide a smile. He finally says: “Dragon.”
Jared can only stare in return and it’s obvious he’s annoyed with the answer.
Jensen tries, “Loch Ness monster.”
“Jensen,” Jared sighs.
He can’t hold the smile away any longer and winds up chuckling as he looks over at Jared, sprawled out next to him on the bed. Even with his head nestled at the crook of his elbow, he’s looking up at Jensen with great irritation. Jensen smirks and slides a hand over Jared’s head, fingers soothing and threading through hair as he looks back at the morning’s paper. “Unicorn.”
“That is totally the same thing.”
“Unicorns and Nessie are related?” Jensen asks as he looks down with faked excitement.
Jared bites off a smile and turns into Jensen’s side, burying his face at his hip as he whines, “I hate you so fucking much.”
Jensen pats at Jared’s back and chuckles. “Yeah, I don’t think so, buddy.”
Swinging an arm over Jensen’s waist, Jared disrupts the newspaper but doesn’t say anything to Jensen’s grumble. He just holds firm, pushing his face into Jensen’s side and breathing warm through his shirt and onto his skin. His words are a bit muffled, but he instructs, “Name an animal. Any animal.”
Jensen laughs then, giving up on the local section and shifting a bit to the side to ring his arm along Jared’s back and look down on Jared’s face buried into his side. “You already said that.”
Jared moves enough that he’s not smothered by Jensen’s shirt, but he keeps his eyes closed and he’s close enough to Jensen that his words are hot against Jensen’s clothes. “And you named shitty, fake animals. Try again.”
“Big Foot.”
Without a word, Jared bites into Jensen’s hip.
“Oh, hey!” Jensen flinches with a laugh. “You telling me Big Foot ain’t real? Next you’ll say the Tooth Fairy was my mom.”
Jared’s earnestly trying to hide his smile, but it’s too obvious as he rises to hands and knees then practically pounces Jensen. “You’re a jerk and I hate you,” he nearly giggles as he pushes Jensen’s wrists into the bed and straddles his hips.
Jensen smirks then tips his hips up enough to make Jared’s eyes flare and shift first up and away then right back down, like he can’t help but follow the movement of Jensen’s body. Jensen does it again, dragging his hips along Jared’s, forcing their dicks to rub together.
Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, Jared lifts up again and repositions his hold on Jensen’s hands. He moves back down but keeps his legs positioned just right so they won’t touch much more than absolutely necessary. His voice drops low, like he’s truly pissed, and slowly demands, “Name a fucking animal.”
Another smirk crosses Jensen’s face; he can’t stop playing with Jared here, absolutely cannot. “Pegasus.”
Jared bites into his tongue and glares down on Jensen.
“Orc? Goblin? Mermaid?” There’s still a nasty look raining down on him, but Jensen tries once more with a hopeful voice, “Gizmo? Gizmo’s pretty fuckin’ cute.”
His eyes soften for a moment, as does the hold on Jensen’s wrists as he considers it. Jared shrugs with a barely there smile. “Okay, yeah, he is.”
“He is,” Jensen nods sagely. “But Harley would swallow him whole.”
Jared squeezes on Jensen’s wrists, forcing them harder into the mattress. “Why’re you always saying that? Like he’s a damned carnivore?”
“He eats burgers off the grill,” Jensen quickly argues with a laugh. “And bacon for breakfast. Is that not the definition of carnivore?” They’re staring at each other, Jared more annoyed than Jensen, until Jensen flexes his hands against Jared’s hold. “You gonna let me up now? I played the game.”
There’s a twitch to Jared’s eyebrows and lips that says he’s thinking on it, and none too happily. He lowers himself again, resting elbows to the bed on either side of Jensen's head, but doesn’t relent on his hold around Jensen’s wrists. “You played the game rather poorly.”
“What’d you want me to say?” Jensen asks with a stilted laugh as he shifts beneath Jared’s weight. He hadn’t intended on it this time, but he can still feel the rub of his body with Jared’s and he has to smile at the friction between their hips when Jared presses down into it.
“I wanted you to name an actual, bonafide animal. How’s that so hard?”
Jensen snorts, ready to play on the tail-end of Jared’s question, but his body reacts instead, lifting up to Jared’s hips.
Jared presses down tighter but doesn’t move, just forces pressure between them as he lowers his face to Jensen’s. “So you screw around with my game and you think you get the prize?”
Jensen can read the tiny shine in Jared’s eyes and he grins back, dragging his hips with Jared’s. “Heck yeah, I do.”
His mouth twists down and his hand clenches around Jensen’s wrists like he won’t relent, ever. Jared gets even closer, lips millimeters from Jensen’s. “Name an animal,” he all-but whispers against his mouth.
“Jared Padalecki,” he replies, air puffing into Jared’s mouth.
Jared’s chuckle is trapped in his mouth as he nips at Jensen’s lips. “I’ll allow it.”
It’s a slow movement of hips and legs, but Jared shifts to trap Jensen’s thighs, knees bending and legs curling under and around Jensen’s own legs. He’s forcing Jensen’s hands even tighter into the mattress, but he also starts grinding down on him in earnest while granting short kisses, just tiny swipes of tongue to tease.
Jensen lifts his hips, joining Jared’s moves, creating sweet friction between their dicks. And while he doesn’t mind Jared overpowering and holding him down, he at least wishes he could reach down to pull their pajama bottoms away and make way for heated skin.
Jared’s kisses become messier the more insistent they get. Between them, he mumbles, “You’re infuriating ... you know that?”
With a smirk, Jensen playfully bites at Jared’s lower lip. “My, how things have changed,” he says with an air of satisfaction.
Jared laughs, really laughs without trying to hide it, and releases Jensen’s hands to hold his face. With a wide grin, he leans back in. “I fucking love you,” he smiles against Jensen’s mouth before kissing him properly.
Jensen wraps his arms around Jared, one at the waist and the other around the neck, pulling him in so they’re chest to chest, and it’s one long slide of their bodies. Jared’s legs push out, releasing Jensen so they can both move, hips up and down, getting more than before but not quite as much as they want or need to get there. But the kissing doesn’t stop; it’s warm and slow now, meaningful really, as they sluggishly move against each other.
Shifting enough to get a leg out, Jensen presses his knee to Jared’s side, trying to create more between them as he grinds onto Jared’s thigh. Jared slides on Jensen’s other leg and moans into Jensen’s mouth, and they’re smiling together.
Jared pushes a hand under Jensen’s shirt, his hand warm and tight over Jensen’s ribcage, palm groping and fingers gripping into the muscles lining Jensen’s side. Right then, Jensen slips his hand up the back of Jared’s shirt to skate over the heated, smooth back as he tugs it up enough that their chests are bare and sliding together as they keep grinding and pushing into each other.
The warmth of Jared’s body, the hard line of it against him, and the insistent, winding kisses get to Jensen, and he has to turn his face. He presses his cheek into Jared’s, moaning and focusing more on the long drag of Jared’s dick into his groin and his own into Jared’s.
“God, so good, Jared, God,” Jensen murmurs before he can stop it, but then chuckles to himself for even caring that he’s said it.
Jared pushes in tighter, grounding Jensen into the bed, forcing him to take the hard push even when it’s anything but angry. He turns into Jensen’s neck, open-mouthed but unable to do more than pant against the skin as his hand keeps sliding over Jensen’s stomach and chest, now lightly lined with sweat. He thrusts against Jensen again, smiling at the groan stuck in Jensen’s throat, and he keeps going to draw it out into the air.
Jensen can’t manage to move very fast; he’s at least pressing up hard into Jared’s body, reveling in the heat of being covered in Jared. But he loses absolute control when Jared starts murmuring into his ear while sucking and biting the skin all around it.
“You gonna come? You like being held down? Like me all over you? God, you’re so hot and hard, all for me. I’m barely even touching you and it’s making you crazy, ain’t I?”
Jensen laughs even while rolling his eyes back in pleasure. “You’re touching me everywhere.”
Jared slows then lifts up enough that they’re still grinding together but with much less pressure. “I could stop. You want that?”
This time, he rolls his eyes with a laugh, dropping his head to the mattress. He’s not going to beg, refuses to, has only a rare few occasions when it really called for it, but he won’t here. He can tease as good as the rest of them, and with his chest heaving, his words come out slowly: “You can do whatever you want.”
Smirking, Jared takes a slow look down the length of them, down to where they’re joined at the hip then back up to Jensen. “How you gonna deal with that?”
“I can manage,” he smirks back. “I’ll just shower and jack off in there.” He sees how Jared’s smile lines ease out and his eyes darken again. The corner of Jensen’s mouth twitches as he goes on. “In the hot water, I’ll grab myself, tight but slick with water. And I’ll just do it right there, fast and hard into my hand, forehead in the tiles as I can’t stop, can’t slow down. I’ll just keep fucking my hand.”
Jared groans as he drops his weight onto Jensen and grinds again, quicker thrusts than before but just as hard. “I wanna watch you do that,” he mumbles into Jensen’s mouth between kisses. “I wanna watch you fuck yourself.”
Smiling with winning that round, Jensen kisses him back, tongue thick and wet and deep into Jared’s mouth. “I’ll think about it.”
“You know I love watching you,” Jared murmurs into Jensen’s cheek as he drags his body faster along Jensen’s.
Jensen wraps a leg around Jared’s hips to increase the pressure, rising up to meet his body, to feel their cocks trapped together but getting just enough out of this. His arms wind around Jared’s neck and he warmly kisses him. “I know you do.” He also knows they’ve been going at this slowly, almost lazily, when it wasn’t even planned. And as much as he revels in all the sleepy morning sex they often have, his cock starts pulsing, hard and intent in his pants, and he just wants sweet relief, wants to bring Jared there, too.
Pushing up into Jared, sliding his leg hard against Jared’s dick, Jensen murmurs, “You gonna finish this or what?”
“Oh, so we’re begging now?” Jared smirks down on him, pushing hard just once.
The air’s punched out of his lungs with Jared’s quick move, but he still smiles. “Just curious.”
Jared laughs as he drops all of his weight and curls his arms underneath Jensen, one hand winding beneath to grip his hip and the other to the opposite shoulder. Then he just does it, he amps up and starts fucking against Jensen, forcing groans right out Jensen’s lips as they move.
“How d’you like that, sweetheart,” Jared asks smugly, lightly biting at Jensen’s ear.
Jensen’s legs spread wide and fold around Jared’s thighs, and a hand grips Jared’s hair, forcing their temples together. “Yeah, perfect, just like that,” he says with breathy amazement. But then his voice drops as he feels the warmth build in his belly, spreading outward, as they keep fucking into each other. He’s well aware that there’s no control of his words, but he doesn’t bother clamping his mouth shut, instead mumbling right into Jared’s hair, “God, baby, yeah, just do it, fucking do this. ”
Jared moans, hips stuttering at Jensen’s growled words. He thrusts just a handful more times before he comes, and then he mindlessly rubs against Jensen, unable to function on any level as his vision blurs and head swims.
Jensen tries thrusting up, but Jared’s a hot, heavy mess all over him. It takes a few moments, but Jared slips a hand between them and into Jensen’s pants. The second his hand covers Jensen’s dick, Jensen grunts and starts fucking into the light fist. He mouths along Jared’s throat, down to the joint of his shoulder, messy tongue and more groans left behind. Jared’s fingers wrap tighter for Jensen to thrust into, and that’s all it takes before he’s moaning, head kicked back into the sheets, and come spilling on his skin.
There’s heavy breathing and hot bodies, neither bothering to move besides repositioning hands to gently, slowly, graze over skin.
Jared lightly kisses behind Jensen’s ear before whispering, “One animal.”
Jensen breathes a laugh through his nose. “Panda.”
“Already had one.”
“We’re not getting another animal, Jay.”
There’s a short pause, then Jared mumbles, “Yeah, I know,” into the side of Jensen’s skin.
Jensen slides a hand around Jared’s neck with a few fingers slipping between strands of hair. He mildly smiles and thinks, Maybe a fish ain’t so bad.
~2400 words, NC-17
Last night I read God awful fic and capslocked all over timehasa_way's IM, so in thanks and appreciation, I wrote this for her. I know this is one of her fave verses, and I asked her to name an animal, but she kept naming ones I've already written (not even knowing that's why I was asking). So, then this happened.
“Name an animal. Any animal.”
“No,” Jensen says quickly from his side of the bed, newspaper open on his lap.
“Random game,” Jared says with a smile. “First animal to come to mind.” Jensen remains quiet, the sound of rustling newspaper the only noise between them. “C’mon. Just … humor me for a minute.”
Jensen idly returns, “I’ve been humoring you for ten years,” as he turns another page.
“Eleven, thank you very much.”
“Whichever,” Jensen replies plainly. There’s a sharp click of Jared’s tongue inside his mouth, and Jensen does his best to hide a smile. He finally says: “Dragon.”
Jared can only stare in return and it’s obvious he’s annoyed with the answer.
Jensen tries, “Loch Ness monster.”
“Jensen,” Jared sighs.
He can’t hold the smile away any longer and winds up chuckling as he looks over at Jared, sprawled out next to him on the bed. Even with his head nestled at the crook of his elbow, he’s looking up at Jensen with great irritation. Jensen smirks and slides a hand over Jared’s head, fingers soothing and threading through hair as he looks back at the morning’s paper. “Unicorn.”
“That is totally the same thing.”
“Unicorns and Nessie are related?” Jensen asks as he looks down with faked excitement.
Jared bites off a smile and turns into Jensen’s side, burying his face at his hip as he whines, “I hate you so fucking much.”
Jensen pats at Jared’s back and chuckles. “Yeah, I don’t think so, buddy.”
Swinging an arm over Jensen’s waist, Jared disrupts the newspaper but doesn’t say anything to Jensen’s grumble. He just holds firm, pushing his face into Jensen’s side and breathing warm through his shirt and onto his skin. His words are a bit muffled, but he instructs, “Name an animal. Any animal.”
Jensen laughs then, giving up on the local section and shifting a bit to the side to ring his arm along Jared’s back and look down on Jared’s face buried into his side. “You already said that.”
Jared moves enough that he’s not smothered by Jensen’s shirt, but he keeps his eyes closed and he’s close enough to Jensen that his words are hot against Jensen’s clothes. “And you named shitty, fake animals. Try again.”
“Big Foot.”
Without a word, Jared bites into Jensen’s hip.
“Oh, hey!” Jensen flinches with a laugh. “You telling me Big Foot ain’t real? Next you’ll say the Tooth Fairy was my mom.”
Jared’s earnestly trying to hide his smile, but it’s too obvious as he rises to hands and knees then practically pounces Jensen. “You’re a jerk and I hate you,” he nearly giggles as he pushes Jensen’s wrists into the bed and straddles his hips.
Jensen smirks then tips his hips up enough to make Jared’s eyes flare and shift first up and away then right back down, like he can’t help but follow the movement of Jensen’s body. Jensen does it again, dragging his hips along Jared’s, forcing their dicks to rub together.
Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, Jared lifts up again and repositions his hold on Jensen’s hands. He moves back down but keeps his legs positioned just right so they won’t touch much more than absolutely necessary. His voice drops low, like he’s truly pissed, and slowly demands, “Name a fucking animal.”
Another smirk crosses Jensen’s face; he can’t stop playing with Jared here, absolutely cannot. “Pegasus.”
Jared bites into his tongue and glares down on Jensen.
“Orc? Goblin? Mermaid?” There’s still a nasty look raining down on him, but Jensen tries once more with a hopeful voice, “Gizmo? Gizmo’s pretty fuckin’ cute.”
His eyes soften for a moment, as does the hold on Jensen’s wrists as he considers it. Jared shrugs with a barely there smile. “Okay, yeah, he is.”
“He is,” Jensen nods sagely. “But Harley would swallow him whole.”
Jared squeezes on Jensen’s wrists, forcing them harder into the mattress. “Why’re you always saying that? Like he’s a damned carnivore?”
“He eats burgers off the grill,” Jensen quickly argues with a laugh. “And bacon for breakfast. Is that not the definition of carnivore?” They’re staring at each other, Jared more annoyed than Jensen, until Jensen flexes his hands against Jared’s hold. “You gonna let me up now? I played the game.”
There’s a twitch to Jared’s eyebrows and lips that says he’s thinking on it, and none too happily. He lowers himself again, resting elbows to the bed on either side of Jensen's head, but doesn’t relent on his hold around Jensen’s wrists. “You played the game rather poorly.”
“What’d you want me to say?” Jensen asks with a stilted laugh as he shifts beneath Jared’s weight. He hadn’t intended on it this time, but he can still feel the rub of his body with Jared’s and he has to smile at the friction between their hips when Jared presses down into it.
“I wanted you to name an actual, bonafide animal. How’s that so hard?”
Jensen snorts, ready to play on the tail-end of Jared’s question, but his body reacts instead, lifting up to Jared’s hips.
Jared presses down tighter but doesn’t move, just forces pressure between them as he lowers his face to Jensen’s. “So you screw around with my game and you think you get the prize?”
Jensen can read the tiny shine in Jared’s eyes and he grins back, dragging his hips with Jared’s. “Heck yeah, I do.”
His mouth twists down and his hand clenches around Jensen’s wrists like he won’t relent, ever. Jared gets even closer, lips millimeters from Jensen’s. “Name an animal,” he all-but whispers against his mouth.
“Jared Padalecki,” he replies, air puffing into Jared’s mouth.
Jared’s chuckle is trapped in his mouth as he nips at Jensen’s lips. “I’ll allow it.”
It’s a slow movement of hips and legs, but Jared shifts to trap Jensen’s thighs, knees bending and legs curling under and around Jensen’s own legs. He’s forcing Jensen’s hands even tighter into the mattress, but he also starts grinding down on him in earnest while granting short kisses, just tiny swipes of tongue to tease.
Jensen lifts his hips, joining Jared’s moves, creating sweet friction between their dicks. And while he doesn’t mind Jared overpowering and holding him down, he at least wishes he could reach down to pull their pajama bottoms away and make way for heated skin.
Jared’s kisses become messier the more insistent they get. Between them, he mumbles, “You’re infuriating ... you know that?”
With a smirk, Jensen playfully bites at Jared’s lower lip. “My, how things have changed,” he says with an air of satisfaction.
Jared laughs, really laughs without trying to hide it, and releases Jensen’s hands to hold his face. With a wide grin, he leans back in. “I fucking love you,” he smiles against Jensen’s mouth before kissing him properly.
Jensen wraps his arms around Jared, one at the waist and the other around the neck, pulling him in so they’re chest to chest, and it’s one long slide of their bodies. Jared’s legs push out, releasing Jensen so they can both move, hips up and down, getting more than before but not quite as much as they want or need to get there. But the kissing doesn’t stop; it’s warm and slow now, meaningful really, as they sluggishly move against each other.
Shifting enough to get a leg out, Jensen presses his knee to Jared’s side, trying to create more between them as he grinds onto Jared’s thigh. Jared slides on Jensen’s other leg and moans into Jensen’s mouth, and they’re smiling together.
Jared pushes a hand under Jensen’s shirt, his hand warm and tight over Jensen’s ribcage, palm groping and fingers gripping into the muscles lining Jensen’s side. Right then, Jensen slips his hand up the back of Jared’s shirt to skate over the heated, smooth back as he tugs it up enough that their chests are bare and sliding together as they keep grinding and pushing into each other.
The warmth of Jared’s body, the hard line of it against him, and the insistent, winding kisses get to Jensen, and he has to turn his face. He presses his cheek into Jared’s, moaning and focusing more on the long drag of Jared’s dick into his groin and his own into Jared’s.
“God, so good, Jared, God,” Jensen murmurs before he can stop it, but then chuckles to himself for even caring that he’s said it.
Jared pushes in tighter, grounding Jensen into the bed, forcing him to take the hard push even when it’s anything but angry. He turns into Jensen’s neck, open-mouthed but unable to do more than pant against the skin as his hand keeps sliding over Jensen’s stomach and chest, now lightly lined with sweat. He thrusts against Jensen again, smiling at the groan stuck in Jensen’s throat, and he keeps going to draw it out into the air.
Jensen can’t manage to move very fast; he’s at least pressing up hard into Jared’s body, reveling in the heat of being covered in Jared. But he loses absolute control when Jared starts murmuring into his ear while sucking and biting the skin all around it.
“You gonna come? You like being held down? Like me all over you? God, you’re so hot and hard, all for me. I’m barely even touching you and it’s making you crazy, ain’t I?”
Jensen laughs even while rolling his eyes back in pleasure. “You’re touching me everywhere.”
Jared slows then lifts up enough that they’re still grinding together but with much less pressure. “I could stop. You want that?”
This time, he rolls his eyes with a laugh, dropping his head to the mattress. He’s not going to beg, refuses to, has only a rare few occasions when it really called for it, but he won’t here. He can tease as good as the rest of them, and with his chest heaving, his words come out slowly: “You can do whatever you want.”
Smirking, Jared takes a slow look down the length of them, down to where they’re joined at the hip then back up to Jensen. “How you gonna deal with that?”
“I can manage,” he smirks back. “I’ll just shower and jack off in there.” He sees how Jared’s smile lines ease out and his eyes darken again. The corner of Jensen’s mouth twitches as he goes on. “In the hot water, I’ll grab myself, tight but slick with water. And I’ll just do it right there, fast and hard into my hand, forehead in the tiles as I can’t stop, can’t slow down. I’ll just keep fucking my hand.”
Jared groans as he drops his weight onto Jensen and grinds again, quicker thrusts than before but just as hard. “I wanna watch you do that,” he mumbles into Jensen’s mouth between kisses. “I wanna watch you fuck yourself.”
Smiling with winning that round, Jensen kisses him back, tongue thick and wet and deep into Jared’s mouth. “I’ll think about it.”
“You know I love watching you,” Jared murmurs into Jensen’s cheek as he drags his body faster along Jensen’s.
Jensen wraps a leg around Jared’s hips to increase the pressure, rising up to meet his body, to feel their cocks trapped together but getting just enough out of this. His arms wind around Jared’s neck and he warmly kisses him. “I know you do.” He also knows they’ve been going at this slowly, almost lazily, when it wasn’t even planned. And as much as he revels in all the sleepy morning sex they often have, his cock starts pulsing, hard and intent in his pants, and he just wants sweet relief, wants to bring Jared there, too.
Pushing up into Jared, sliding his leg hard against Jared’s dick, Jensen murmurs, “You gonna finish this or what?”
“Oh, so we’re begging now?” Jared smirks down on him, pushing hard just once.
The air’s punched out of his lungs with Jared’s quick move, but he still smiles. “Just curious.”
Jared laughs as he drops all of his weight and curls his arms underneath Jensen, one hand winding beneath to grip his hip and the other to the opposite shoulder. Then he just does it, he amps up and starts fucking against Jensen, forcing groans right out Jensen’s lips as they move.
“How d’you like that, sweetheart,” Jared asks smugly, lightly biting at Jensen’s ear.
Jensen’s legs spread wide and fold around Jared’s thighs, and a hand grips Jared’s hair, forcing their temples together. “Yeah, perfect, just like that,” he says with breathy amazement. But then his voice drops as he feels the warmth build in his belly, spreading outward, as they keep fucking into each other. He’s well aware that there’s no control of his words, but he doesn’t bother clamping his mouth shut, instead mumbling right into Jared’s hair, “God, baby, yeah, just do it, fucking do this. ”
Jared moans, hips stuttering at Jensen’s growled words. He thrusts just a handful more times before he comes, and then he mindlessly rubs against Jensen, unable to function on any level as his vision blurs and head swims.
Jensen tries thrusting up, but Jared’s a hot, heavy mess all over him. It takes a few moments, but Jared slips a hand between them and into Jensen’s pants. The second his hand covers Jensen’s dick, Jensen grunts and starts fucking into the light fist. He mouths along Jared’s throat, down to the joint of his shoulder, messy tongue and more groans left behind. Jared’s fingers wrap tighter for Jensen to thrust into, and that’s all it takes before he’s moaning, head kicked back into the sheets, and come spilling on his skin.
There’s heavy breathing and hot bodies, neither bothering to move besides repositioning hands to gently, slowly, graze over skin.
Jared lightly kisses behind Jensen’s ear before whispering, “One animal.”
Jensen breathes a laugh through his nose. “Panda.”
“Already had one.”
“We’re not getting another animal, Jay.”
There’s a short pause, then Jared mumbles, “Yeah, I know,” into the side of Jensen’s skin.
Jensen slides a hand around Jared’s neck with a few fingers slipping between strands of hair. He mildly smiles and thinks, Maybe a fish ain’t so bad.