Blindfold Fill! NC-17 | Between Two Lips
Title: Between Two Lips
Words: 800 words
Rating/Warning: NC-17/sex, gratuitous smoking
Notes: Written for Round 4 of blindfold_spn: Jensen lets Jared smoke his cigarettes, but only from his own hands. Originally posted here.
Smoke swirled between them in the alley, the muted sounds of the club pounding from behind the brick wall. Jared’s fingers twitched to the beat, with the want drawing him to the nicotine between Jensen’s fingers.
Even more than wanting to inhale himself, second-hand smoke was enough to satisfy him for the moment. But then he watched Jensen pull the cigarette to his plush lips, pursing to tuck the butt between them, and sucking in the smoke. Jensen’s chest expanded with the inhale before his eyes fluttered and plump, pink lips parted to exhale, a long stream of smoke spilling out.
Jared licked his lips and turned his shoulder into the cold brick wall, eyes focusing on Jensen’s mouth all while Jensen brought the cigarette up, sucked on the end, licked his bottom lip, and exhaled all over again. A steady pattern continued itself until Jensen was down near the end, bright cherry dangerously close to his course knuckles.
Jared licked his lips again, sliding just a bit closer with a murmured hey and when Jensen looked over, asked now? He couldn’t care how hopeful his voice was or how pleading his eyes must’ve looked. Because Jensen shoved himself close, one hand going to Jared’s hip while the other held the burnt-up cigarette and brought it to Jared’s lips.
Jensen’s eyes were solid on Jared wrapping his lips around the wet end of the cigarette, smashed through all of Jensen’s smoking. Jared’s brain spun at the thought of them sharing this, always sharing it like this. Jared twisted fingers into Jensen’s shirt as he sucked in, let the smoke fill his lungs with instant relief. And when he exhaled, he could feel his bones settling, nerves smoothing themselves out.
Still focusing on Jared, Jensen took the very last drag, tiny but enough, and flicked the butt away. He let smoke spill from his lips, just a tiny little plume, and moved into Jared, plunging his tongue inside and all around.
Jared clung to him, like he clung to the split second of smoking Jensen granted him on occasion.
You smell like smoke Jensen quietly complained.
Smell like you.
Hmm.
Jared bit along Jensen’s jaw as he palmed Jensen’s dick, fingers soft but insistent, eliciting low groans as Jensen rocked into Jared’s hand.
In Jensen’s ear, Jared insisted, Wanna get my lips around something else.
Jensen answered by mashing his mouth against Jared’s and spinning them so his own back was against the brick, so he was held up by the building as their tongues warred and Jared worked Jensen’s jeans open.
Seconds later, Jared was on his knees, mouth tight around Jensen and bobbing, licking, sucking in long drags, like he had nowhere to go from here.
Jensen dug his hands into Jared’s hair, fingers wrapped tight in tendrils damp from the crowd inside, kept cool in the night air. He pressed his shoulders into the harsh brick, scraping softly as he pushed his hips out, pushed his dick deeper into Jared’s mouth.
Jared took it all. Wrapped his hands tight around Jensen’s hips. Kept on sucking and licking, saliva and precome becoming a mess around his lips, down his chin. Until Jensen arched even more sharply and came. Spilled into Jared’s mouth as he sluggishly rocked his hips and whimpered through it, sagging against the building.
Jared rose to keep Jensen upright, pressing him into the brick as he licked his way into Jensen’s mouth, still tasting Jensen while picking up remnants of nicotine lacing Jensen’s tongue.
When Jensen was back to standing solidly on his own with his pants all fixed up, he tugged his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. He stuck one between his bitten-red lips and lit it from some cheap Bic lighter he’d been carrying around for years. My lucky lighter, Jensen smirked, eyes warm and intense to Jared’s, while his own eyes focused on Jensen’s lips around that cigarette butt.
Fuck yeah, it was lucky.
It all turned his stomach over again, the sight of something stuck inside Jensen’s mouth, lips licked pink and shiny and plump around the butt as his cheeks hollowed out with every inhale, eyes lazy on every exhale.
Jared leaned in close with his arm dragging across Jensen’s hip to pull him in tighter. Again? Jared asked, voice hot and wet with want.
Jensen gave in, yet again, as always. Put his hand up to Jared’s face, cigarette tucked between his index and middle fingers as Jared took a drag of bitter smoke, lips pressed around the cigarette and right up to Jensen’s fingers.
Should get your own, Jensen complained with a light look.
Would never, Jared insisted on his exhale, tugging Jensen closer, lining their hips up to press his straining dick against Jensen.
Instead of arguing, Jensen nodded and brought the cigarette back up to Jared’s mouth.
Words: 800 words
Rating/Warning: NC-17/sex, gratuitous smoking
Notes: Written for Round 4 of blindfold_spn: Jensen lets Jared smoke his cigarettes, but only from his own hands. Originally posted here.
Smoke swirled between them in the alley, the muted sounds of the club pounding from behind the brick wall. Jared’s fingers twitched to the beat, with the want drawing him to the nicotine between Jensen’s fingers.
Even more than wanting to inhale himself, second-hand smoke was enough to satisfy him for the moment. But then he watched Jensen pull the cigarette to his plush lips, pursing to tuck the butt between them, and sucking in the smoke. Jensen’s chest expanded with the inhale before his eyes fluttered and plump, pink lips parted to exhale, a long stream of smoke spilling out.
Jared licked his lips and turned his shoulder into the cold brick wall, eyes focusing on Jensen’s mouth all while Jensen brought the cigarette up, sucked on the end, licked his bottom lip, and exhaled all over again. A steady pattern continued itself until Jensen was down near the end, bright cherry dangerously close to his course knuckles.
Jared licked his lips again, sliding just a bit closer with a murmured hey and when Jensen looked over, asked now? He couldn’t care how hopeful his voice was or how pleading his eyes must’ve looked. Because Jensen shoved himself close, one hand going to Jared’s hip while the other held the burnt-up cigarette and brought it to Jared’s lips.
Jensen’s eyes were solid on Jared wrapping his lips around the wet end of the cigarette, smashed through all of Jensen’s smoking. Jared’s brain spun at the thought of them sharing this, always sharing it like this. Jared twisted fingers into Jensen’s shirt as he sucked in, let the smoke fill his lungs with instant relief. And when he exhaled, he could feel his bones settling, nerves smoothing themselves out.
Still focusing on Jared, Jensen took the very last drag, tiny but enough, and flicked the butt away. He let smoke spill from his lips, just a tiny little plume, and moved into Jared, plunging his tongue inside and all around.
Jared clung to him, like he clung to the split second of smoking Jensen granted him on occasion.
You smell like smoke Jensen quietly complained.
Smell like you.
Hmm.
Jared bit along Jensen’s jaw as he palmed Jensen’s dick, fingers soft but insistent, eliciting low groans as Jensen rocked into Jared’s hand.
In Jensen’s ear, Jared insisted, Wanna get my lips around something else.
Jensen answered by mashing his mouth against Jared’s and spinning them so his own back was against the brick, so he was held up by the building as their tongues warred and Jared worked Jensen’s jeans open.
Seconds later, Jared was on his knees, mouth tight around Jensen and bobbing, licking, sucking in long drags, like he had nowhere to go from here.
Jensen dug his hands into Jared’s hair, fingers wrapped tight in tendrils damp from the crowd inside, kept cool in the night air. He pressed his shoulders into the harsh brick, scraping softly as he pushed his hips out, pushed his dick deeper into Jared’s mouth.
Jared took it all. Wrapped his hands tight around Jensen’s hips. Kept on sucking and licking, saliva and precome becoming a mess around his lips, down his chin. Until Jensen arched even more sharply and came. Spilled into Jared’s mouth as he sluggishly rocked his hips and whimpered through it, sagging against the building.
Jared rose to keep Jensen upright, pressing him into the brick as he licked his way into Jensen’s mouth, still tasting Jensen while picking up remnants of nicotine lacing Jensen’s tongue.
When Jensen was back to standing solidly on his own with his pants all fixed up, he tugged his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. He stuck one between his bitten-red lips and lit it from some cheap Bic lighter he’d been carrying around for years. My lucky lighter, Jensen smirked, eyes warm and intense to Jared’s, while his own eyes focused on Jensen’s lips around that cigarette butt.
Fuck yeah, it was lucky.
It all turned his stomach over again, the sight of something stuck inside Jensen’s mouth, lips licked pink and shiny and plump around the butt as his cheeks hollowed out with every inhale, eyes lazy on every exhale.
Jared leaned in close with his arm dragging across Jensen’s hip to pull him in tighter. Again? Jared asked, voice hot and wet with want.
Jensen gave in, yet again, as always. Put his hand up to Jared’s face, cigarette tucked between his index and middle fingers as Jared took a drag of bitter smoke, lips pressed around the cigarette and right up to Jensen’s fingers.
Should get your own, Jensen complained with a light look.
Would never, Jared insisted on his exhale, tugging Jensen closer, lining their hips up to press his straining dick against Jensen.
Instead of arguing, Jensen nodded and brought the cigarette back up to Jared’s mouth.