Blindfold Fill! NC-17 | Having a Good Time at Home
Title: Having a Good Time at Home
Words: 2,800
Rating/Warning: NC-17/filthy language ;-)
Notes: Written for Round 4 of blindfold_spn, with the prompt: J2 are visiting Jensen parents who know they are in a relationship and are supportive. Jared decides to fuck Jensen in his old bed while the rest the rest of the family is sleeping. Jensen agrees as long as Jared is quiet. Jared is not quiet ... Originally posted here.
Jared all but shoves Jensen into his childhood bedroom with a grin in place and calls over his shoulder, “We’ll shout if we need anything. Thanks Mrs. A!”
“Sure thing, honey!” Jensen’s mom replies from the hallway.
Jensen’s laughing awkwardly as he steadies on his feet and stares at Jared. “What is your problem? I figured you’d be all for demolishing that chocolate cream pie.”
“We’ll go for seconds, don’t worry,” Jared smiles as he approaches Jensen, slipping his arms around Jensen’s waist. “Once we work up our appetites again.”
In seconds, Jared’s plastered across Jensen, leading him onto the twin bed Jensen had used and abused for the last decade of living in his parents’ house. But Jensen’s fighting him, chuckling lightly as he tries to push Jared away. “Not here,” he whispers. “My parents’ house? My old bed?”
Jared stops for a moment, still draped over Jensen with their legs twined and chests tight. He glances around and notices the Star Wars menagerie collecting dust on every surface not to mention the retro sheets with the trio of Princess Leia, Luke, and Han Solo just beneath them. “Especially here,” he grins when he drops back down to kiss along Jensen’s jaw. “I bet you had a thing for Han with that thigh holster.”
Between every one of Jensen’s unanswered protests, Jared sucks tiny marks along Jensen’s neck, tongue lapping at the rush of blood to the surface before mouthing higher yet and licking right into Jensen’s ear.
“No. Seriously, Jay. Come on,” he argues, trying like hell to get Jared off of him, but it’s difficult with the bulk and strength Jared carries.
“Yes, seriously,” Jared smirks into the shell of Jensen’s ear. “Gimme one good reason why.”
Jensen shoves at Jared just as he scoots his body back and the whole bed, frame and all, smacks into the wall. Wide eyed, Jensen looks to Jared. “That’s why.”
Jared chuckles low and slides up to cover Jensen again, hand pressing hard over Jensen’s thigh as it travels higher. “Give me another one,” he challenges, voice dragging on long syllables as he palms Jensen through his well-fitted jeans. Ones that are already sculpted to Jensen’s fine legs and crotch, making his growing erection more obvious than ever. It only seems to make Jared grin harder.
“You’re loud. You are always loud,” Jensen breathes out, trying his damnedest to stay still despite Jared’s attack. “It’s gonna be too loud, because it always is, and we’re gonna wake my parents up.”
“No we won’t,” Jared assures quietly. “I doubt they’re even asleep yet.”
“Even worse.” As Jensen squirms and shifts beneath Jared, Jared shifts, too, and slips his hand inside the front of Jensen’s jeans, belt and all. Jared’s fingers squeeze around Jensen’s dick as they slide a short path up and down. “Oh fuck,” Jensen groans loudly, forcing himself to snap his mouth closed. “You’re like a fucking ninja, what the fuck?” he moans quieter than before, and suddenly can’t deny or stop Jared right now.
“There we go,” Jared murmurs with a sultry smile as he rises to look down on Jensen biting into his lower lip, hips moving slowly into Jared’s hand.
“Okay, alright, just,” Jensen stutters out as all conscious thought leaves his brain and heat flares in his gut. “Promise me you’ll be quiet. Please, just promise.”
“Of course.”
Jensen rolls his eyes to the way Jared won’t stop grinning at him. “Say it, promise me.”
Jared moves in close, wet lips sliding just over Jensen’s but never quite giving into a kiss. “I promise,” he whispers.
With a long sigh, Jensen relaxes himself on the twin mattress, stretches his arms out and shakes his head at Jared’s pleased smile. He rolls his eyes at Jared dropping his eyes seductively as Jared undoes his own jeans, drags them down slowly and starts talking all low and heated, turning Jensen on more than he could imagine in his old room, still decorated like the awkward 15-year-old he used to be.
“You ever let anyone fuck you in here before? Or am I gonna be the first one? Balls deep and shoving you up the bed?”
“No shoving,” Jensen lamely argues, voice tight around a rough swallow, throat failing to work with Jared’s words. “We gotta be quiet.”
Jared grabs lube from his overnight bag stowed in the corner all while he keeps taunting Jensen. “You get off with your best friend in here? Jerking one another other off? Fingering each other for the first time? I bet you learned how to give head on Josh’s friends, drunk after parties and shit, stumbling in here.”
“Oh my God, shut up,” Jensen complains quietly, even while he wants Jared to keep going, the filthy ideas heating him right up.
“Baby, you’re gonna feel so beautiful with my cock in your greedy ass,” he says, approaching the bed but never joining Jensen. He starts stroking his cock, eyes locked on Jensen. “That perky ass sucking on my big dick. I can’t wait to feel you all tense and nervous and tight. It’s gonna be so good.”
Jensen rises to his elbows, scooting further up the bed, mumbling, “Yeah, it’s gonna be good. Gonna be good and quiet. Something new for us.”
Jared’s flushed all over, tan skin turning a bitter red as his eyes go dark and heated, as he keeps slowly fisting himself. “Take off your clothes,” Jared instructs.
Jensen shucks his shirt off and tosses it across the room then unbuttons his jeans, slipping them down along with his underwear. And he’s half hard just from Jared’s words and watching Jared get started on his own. He starts to palm himself, lazy fist stroking slowly, but Jared leans forward and with a loud, sharp slap of his palm across Jensen’s, Jared smacks the hand away.
“Not yet,” he growls then crawls over Jensen and manhandles him to his stomach, despite all quiet protests from Jensen and the squeaking of the bed. The bed continues to creak as Jared slides down to the edge then yanks on Jensen’s hips, pulling his ass into the air, spreading his cheeks, and dipping down to lick clear across Jensen’s hole.
“Oh, fuck,” Jensen breathes out as he tenses under Jensen’s assault.
Jared laps all over Jensen’s asshole, slicking up the rim and pushing his tongue inside, forcing Jensen to whine into his forearm, praying the old, raggedy sheets will swallow up the noise. They do, in a way, though the whimpers that Jensen can’t stop at the shocks running over his body sound twice as loud in his head, as does Jared’s mouth on him.
Jared spits at Jensen’s hole, laves his tongue all over, in and out, hums through the whole thing. And Jensen can’t deny how much he adores Jared’s dedication to rimming, how Jared’s always gung-ho and loves eating Jensen as much as Jensen loves feeling it. But the noises are freaking him out, making him imagine his parents on the other side of the wall hearing every wet noise of Jared tonguing him, mouth smacking all over Jensen’s hole as he kisses and sucks and spits.
Jensen buries his face in the sheets and groans, loud and long, then starts to whine at Jared. “Jay, stop, seriously, please, just stop right there.”
Jared stops and laughs eagerly as he slaps an open palm to Jensen’s ass, loud and echoing off the walls along with Jensen’s short yelp. “You should see how wet you are, Jen. All puckered up and wet. You’re ass is just sucking for air.”
He groans again, mouth open and drooling pathetically to the mattress. He can feel the involuntary clenching of his rim at absolutely nothing, craving Jared’s mouth back on him. But he can’t ask for it, afraid for how loud his voice would be in begging.
In the silence, Jared dribbles cool lube over his finger and across Jensen’s ass before pressing his finger inside the mess of Jensen’s hole. He stays silent, though he starts fingering in earnest, drawing out more than enough moaning from Jensen, even with his mouth pressed into the bed, eyes closed tight. Then Jared slaps Jensen’s ass sharply. He grabs at Jensen’s asscheek before landing another slap, and Jensen can’t help but yelp again. And again, and again, as Jared won’t relent on marking up Jensen’s ass as he adds a second finger to the mix.
“This isn’t quiet,” Jensen complains, then bolts upright when Jared’s hand smacks his ass harder than before. “Fuck, Jared, cut it out,” he complains, but the whine to his voice betrays what he really wants. And when Jared slaps the other side of his ass and squeezes a firm hand over the reddened skin, Jensen moans as quietly as possible.
Jared chuckles low but loudly as he withdraws his fingers. He gropes either side of Jensen’s ass, pushing the tips of his thumbs at Jensen’s rim and then pulling at the edge, making Jensen groan at the strain. “You ready yet?” Jared asks, voice at its usual level of joyful and loud. “Think I got you open enough, Jen?”
“Just do it,” Jensen insists as he settles his elbows on the bed, ducking his head down to his crossed wrists. “Just get it over with and be quiet about it. Please.”
He lines up behind Jensen and chuckles as the noise of him slicking his dick up with lube echoes in the room with each stroke up and down. “I’m trying, baby. I swear.”
“You’re fucking lying,” Jensen grumbles.
Just as Jared nudges his cockhead to Jensen’s hole, he chuckles again, lower this time and his voice is all heat. “Maybe a little bit.” He starts to push in, a long, slow slide all while he runs off at the mouth. “I’m trying, Jen. But your ass is so gorgeous. I love your pretty little hole. All split open on my tongue and my fingers. And now I’m gonna dick you good. You ready for that?”
Jensen whispers, “Stay quiet, shit.” But then he moans loudly to Jared bottoming out before he can muzzle himself, shoving a fistful of blanket into his mouth.
Jared rocks languidly as he pulls nearly all the way out then shoves right back in, bed rocking with them and squeaking at its metal joints. “God, you feel so good,” Jared moans with a smile. “Your tight, gorgeous ass, sucking all around me. I love you on my cock, Jensen.”
His rhythm speeds up in due time, bed knocking into the wall even while Jensen fights Jared on it, cursing under his breath in complaint. Jared just keeps fucking into Jensen, balls smacking, breath getting loud, bed frame creaking even louder.
Jared drapes himself over Jensen’s back as he changes the angle, and even as the rhythm isn’t as intense or loud, Jared talks right at Jensen’s ear. “Ma and Pa ever hear you in here before? Hear you getting fucked? You know they’re thinking about you on your back now, legs spread wide for me. Maybe next time you can ride me and moan all night long. You can get mouthy and loud, just like you always are with my dick in your ass.”
Jensen presses his forehead into the mattress, shaking his head against all of Jared’s words. He at once prays that Jared finishes soon so he’ll shut the fuck up and that it never ends, Jared’s filth filling his system with excitement.
Just to get at Jared, Jensen clenches around him, doesn’t care that Jared groans nosily, or sharply curses, “Oh, shit,” as Jensen keeps doing it. Now he’s just intent to get Jared to finish as soon as possible so he can punish the shit out of him for being so vulgar and loud after promising to not be.
Jensen ruts back on Jared as he continues to squeeze on him. Even reaches behind to grab onto Jared’s hips and tugs him in tight until Jared groans, voice withered and wasted through his orgasm.
Once Jared pulls away, body sluggish and breathing harsh, Jensen turns on him and shoves him to his back, crawling over him. Jensen tightens his hands around Jared’s biceps, forcing him to the mattress and glares down on him. He angrily whispers, “I told you be quiet.”
Jared slowly smirks and works one arm free, reaching for Jensen’s aching, hard dick. “I totally tried to, baby. You know how hot you get me.”
Jensen shoves Jared back to the bed then shifts up Jared’s body, kneeling on his shoulders, and angrily chuckling at him. He directs his dick over Jared’s chin, wiping it across Jared’s lips, which curl into a smile. Then Jensen does, too, unable to stay angry at this turn of events, especially when Jared’s hands come up to stroke over Jensen’s thighs.
“Now,” Jensen starts sternly with one eyebrow raised. “We’re gonna finish this and you’re gonna stay fucking quiet, you got it?”
Jared licks at Jensen’s dick before Jensen can pull it out of reach with a sharp glare. “Yes, sir, I got it,” Jared promises with a smirk. “This time, I’ll play nice.”
Jensen leans forward, pushing his dick past Jared’s lips and inside, softly moaning at the wet heat within. He moves even more forward with his palms against the wall as he rocks down into Jared’s mouth, grinning at Jared’s quiet whimpers and soft choking when he slides too deep.
He starts a steady, shallow rocking of his hips, mattress just barely responding with a soft shuffle on each movement. He grins down on Jared, who’s not totally wasted; he’s eagerly mouthing and licking at Jensen’s dick even while Jensen’s just using his mouth, fucking the hole to get himself off. Jensen keeps grinning at Jared, pushing hair off Jared’s face and forehead, while murmuring, “See, I can fuck you quietly. I don’t gotta make a show of it and embarrass the shit outta you, right?”
Jared mumbles around Jensen’s dick, but Jensen doesn’t care what the words really are, because he feels the pressure building from his lower back. It settles in his groin as he rolls his hips and slips a hand through Jared’s hair to pull his head up with each thrust down.
“Finally got you quiet. You’re staying real silent while you suck me, aren’t ya?” Jensen taunts quietly, almost sweetly as he smiles.
Moving his hands over Jensen’s hips, Jared grabs at Jensen’s ass then slips two fingers into Jensen’s hole, already wide open from getting fucked just minutes ago.
Jensen all but howls with the pressure of Jared fingerfucking him, and he’s panting loudly, unable to help it, even while he curses Jared. “I fucking hate you,” he complains loudly. “You’re a goddamned liar.” He keens when Jared rolls his fingers inside, pressing into Jensen’s prostate as he sucks hard on Jensen’s dick. “Oh God, fucking shit,” he mutters. He’s not even sure how quiet he really is. He can’t help it, because then white sparks before his eyes, and he’s moaning Jared’s name and shooting into Jared’s mouth, blood pounding his ears.
Once his breathing returns to normal, he slowly shifts off of Jared, trying like hell to keep the bed from making any more noise.
Jared flops to his side, forcing the bed to squeal out in misery, springs groaning with Jared’s quick movements.
“Christ, Jared,” Jensen quietly complains as he stretches out between Jared and the cool wall.
“I’m just trying to get comfy,” he replies, quite loudly in fact, all with a smile. “This bed’s too tiny for the both of us,” he adds as he slips closer, pushing a leg between Jensen’s and wrapping his arm around Jensen’s waist.
“Shut up,” he grumbles.
“Stop worrying,” Jared insists, finally quiet and soft as he slides a little down the bed, nuzzling at Jensen’s collarbone, like they always fit together after sex. “Didn’t you say your mom’s going deaf in one ear?”
“Yeah. One. Meanwhile, Dad’s got two working pretty damned well.” Jensen sighs and closes his eyes. “You’re an asshole.”
“Tell me you didn’t like it and I’ll never do it again.”
Jensen shakes his head, terrified like hell to fall asleep because next he knows, it’ll be morning and he’ll have to face his parents’ horrified looks to all the noise coming from this room.
Christmas breakfast is gonna be torture.
Words: 2,800
Rating/Warning: NC-17/filthy language ;-)
Notes: Written for Round 4 of blindfold_spn, with the prompt: J2 are visiting Jensen parents who know they are in a relationship and are supportive. Jared decides to fuck Jensen in his old bed while the rest the rest of the family is sleeping. Jensen agrees as long as Jared is quiet. Jared is not quiet ... Originally posted here.
Jared all but shoves Jensen into his childhood bedroom with a grin in place and calls over his shoulder, “We’ll shout if we need anything. Thanks Mrs. A!”
“Sure thing, honey!” Jensen’s mom replies from the hallway.
Jensen’s laughing awkwardly as he steadies on his feet and stares at Jared. “What is your problem? I figured you’d be all for demolishing that chocolate cream pie.”
“We’ll go for seconds, don’t worry,” Jared smiles as he approaches Jensen, slipping his arms around Jensen’s waist. “Once we work up our appetites again.”
In seconds, Jared’s plastered across Jensen, leading him onto the twin bed Jensen had used and abused for the last decade of living in his parents’ house. But Jensen’s fighting him, chuckling lightly as he tries to push Jared away. “Not here,” he whispers. “My parents’ house? My old bed?”
Jared stops for a moment, still draped over Jensen with their legs twined and chests tight. He glances around and notices the Star Wars menagerie collecting dust on every surface not to mention the retro sheets with the trio of Princess Leia, Luke, and Han Solo just beneath them. “Especially here,” he grins when he drops back down to kiss along Jensen’s jaw. “I bet you had a thing for Han with that thigh holster.”
Between every one of Jensen’s unanswered protests, Jared sucks tiny marks along Jensen’s neck, tongue lapping at the rush of blood to the surface before mouthing higher yet and licking right into Jensen’s ear.
“No. Seriously, Jay. Come on,” he argues, trying like hell to get Jared off of him, but it’s difficult with the bulk and strength Jared carries.
“Yes, seriously,” Jared smirks into the shell of Jensen’s ear. “Gimme one good reason why.”
Jensen shoves at Jared just as he scoots his body back and the whole bed, frame and all, smacks into the wall. Wide eyed, Jensen looks to Jared. “That’s why.”
Jared chuckles low and slides up to cover Jensen again, hand pressing hard over Jensen’s thigh as it travels higher. “Give me another one,” he challenges, voice dragging on long syllables as he palms Jensen through his well-fitted jeans. Ones that are already sculpted to Jensen’s fine legs and crotch, making his growing erection more obvious than ever. It only seems to make Jared grin harder.
“You’re loud. You are always loud,” Jensen breathes out, trying his damnedest to stay still despite Jared’s attack. “It’s gonna be too loud, because it always is, and we’re gonna wake my parents up.”
“No we won’t,” Jared assures quietly. “I doubt they’re even asleep yet.”
“Even worse.” As Jensen squirms and shifts beneath Jared, Jared shifts, too, and slips his hand inside the front of Jensen’s jeans, belt and all. Jared’s fingers squeeze around Jensen’s dick as they slide a short path up and down. “Oh fuck,” Jensen groans loudly, forcing himself to snap his mouth closed. “You’re like a fucking ninja, what the fuck?” he moans quieter than before, and suddenly can’t deny or stop Jared right now.
“There we go,” Jared murmurs with a sultry smile as he rises to look down on Jensen biting into his lower lip, hips moving slowly into Jared’s hand.
“Okay, alright, just,” Jensen stutters out as all conscious thought leaves his brain and heat flares in his gut. “Promise me you’ll be quiet. Please, just promise.”
“Of course.”
Jensen rolls his eyes to the way Jared won’t stop grinning at him. “Say it, promise me.”
Jared moves in close, wet lips sliding just over Jensen’s but never quite giving into a kiss. “I promise,” he whispers.
With a long sigh, Jensen relaxes himself on the twin mattress, stretches his arms out and shakes his head at Jared’s pleased smile. He rolls his eyes at Jared dropping his eyes seductively as Jared undoes his own jeans, drags them down slowly and starts talking all low and heated, turning Jensen on more than he could imagine in his old room, still decorated like the awkward 15-year-old he used to be.
“You ever let anyone fuck you in here before? Or am I gonna be the first one? Balls deep and shoving you up the bed?”
“No shoving,” Jensen lamely argues, voice tight around a rough swallow, throat failing to work with Jared’s words. “We gotta be quiet.”
Jared grabs lube from his overnight bag stowed in the corner all while he keeps taunting Jensen. “You get off with your best friend in here? Jerking one another other off? Fingering each other for the first time? I bet you learned how to give head on Josh’s friends, drunk after parties and shit, stumbling in here.”
“Oh my God, shut up,” Jensen complains quietly, even while he wants Jared to keep going, the filthy ideas heating him right up.
“Baby, you’re gonna feel so beautiful with my cock in your greedy ass,” he says, approaching the bed but never joining Jensen. He starts stroking his cock, eyes locked on Jensen. “That perky ass sucking on my big dick. I can’t wait to feel you all tense and nervous and tight. It’s gonna be so good.”
Jensen rises to his elbows, scooting further up the bed, mumbling, “Yeah, it’s gonna be good. Gonna be good and quiet. Something new for us.”
Jared’s flushed all over, tan skin turning a bitter red as his eyes go dark and heated, as he keeps slowly fisting himself. “Take off your clothes,” Jared instructs.
Jensen shucks his shirt off and tosses it across the room then unbuttons his jeans, slipping them down along with his underwear. And he’s half hard just from Jared’s words and watching Jared get started on his own. He starts to palm himself, lazy fist stroking slowly, but Jared leans forward and with a loud, sharp slap of his palm across Jensen’s, Jared smacks the hand away.
“Not yet,” he growls then crawls over Jensen and manhandles him to his stomach, despite all quiet protests from Jensen and the squeaking of the bed. The bed continues to creak as Jared slides down to the edge then yanks on Jensen’s hips, pulling his ass into the air, spreading his cheeks, and dipping down to lick clear across Jensen’s hole.
“Oh, fuck,” Jensen breathes out as he tenses under Jensen’s assault.
Jared laps all over Jensen’s asshole, slicking up the rim and pushing his tongue inside, forcing Jensen to whine into his forearm, praying the old, raggedy sheets will swallow up the noise. They do, in a way, though the whimpers that Jensen can’t stop at the shocks running over his body sound twice as loud in his head, as does Jared’s mouth on him.
Jared spits at Jensen’s hole, laves his tongue all over, in and out, hums through the whole thing. And Jensen can’t deny how much he adores Jared’s dedication to rimming, how Jared’s always gung-ho and loves eating Jensen as much as Jensen loves feeling it. But the noises are freaking him out, making him imagine his parents on the other side of the wall hearing every wet noise of Jared tonguing him, mouth smacking all over Jensen’s hole as he kisses and sucks and spits.
Jensen buries his face in the sheets and groans, loud and long, then starts to whine at Jared. “Jay, stop, seriously, please, just stop right there.”
Jared stops and laughs eagerly as he slaps an open palm to Jensen’s ass, loud and echoing off the walls along with Jensen’s short yelp. “You should see how wet you are, Jen. All puckered up and wet. You’re ass is just sucking for air.”
He groans again, mouth open and drooling pathetically to the mattress. He can feel the involuntary clenching of his rim at absolutely nothing, craving Jared’s mouth back on him. But he can’t ask for it, afraid for how loud his voice would be in begging.
In the silence, Jared dribbles cool lube over his finger and across Jensen’s ass before pressing his finger inside the mess of Jensen’s hole. He stays silent, though he starts fingering in earnest, drawing out more than enough moaning from Jensen, even with his mouth pressed into the bed, eyes closed tight. Then Jared slaps Jensen’s ass sharply. He grabs at Jensen’s asscheek before landing another slap, and Jensen can’t help but yelp again. And again, and again, as Jared won’t relent on marking up Jensen’s ass as he adds a second finger to the mix.
“This isn’t quiet,” Jensen complains, then bolts upright when Jared’s hand smacks his ass harder than before. “Fuck, Jared, cut it out,” he complains, but the whine to his voice betrays what he really wants. And when Jared slaps the other side of his ass and squeezes a firm hand over the reddened skin, Jensen moans as quietly as possible.
Jared chuckles low but loudly as he withdraws his fingers. He gropes either side of Jensen’s ass, pushing the tips of his thumbs at Jensen’s rim and then pulling at the edge, making Jensen groan at the strain. “You ready yet?” Jared asks, voice at its usual level of joyful and loud. “Think I got you open enough, Jen?”
“Just do it,” Jensen insists as he settles his elbows on the bed, ducking his head down to his crossed wrists. “Just get it over with and be quiet about it. Please.”
He lines up behind Jensen and chuckles as the noise of him slicking his dick up with lube echoes in the room with each stroke up and down. “I’m trying, baby. I swear.”
“You’re fucking lying,” Jensen grumbles.
Just as Jared nudges his cockhead to Jensen’s hole, he chuckles again, lower this time and his voice is all heat. “Maybe a little bit.” He starts to push in, a long, slow slide all while he runs off at the mouth. “I’m trying, Jen. But your ass is so gorgeous. I love your pretty little hole. All split open on my tongue and my fingers. And now I’m gonna dick you good. You ready for that?”
Jensen whispers, “Stay quiet, shit.” But then he moans loudly to Jared bottoming out before he can muzzle himself, shoving a fistful of blanket into his mouth.
Jared rocks languidly as he pulls nearly all the way out then shoves right back in, bed rocking with them and squeaking at its metal joints. “God, you feel so good,” Jared moans with a smile. “Your tight, gorgeous ass, sucking all around me. I love you on my cock, Jensen.”
His rhythm speeds up in due time, bed knocking into the wall even while Jensen fights Jared on it, cursing under his breath in complaint. Jared just keeps fucking into Jensen, balls smacking, breath getting loud, bed frame creaking even louder.
Jared drapes himself over Jensen’s back as he changes the angle, and even as the rhythm isn’t as intense or loud, Jared talks right at Jensen’s ear. “Ma and Pa ever hear you in here before? Hear you getting fucked? You know they’re thinking about you on your back now, legs spread wide for me. Maybe next time you can ride me and moan all night long. You can get mouthy and loud, just like you always are with my dick in your ass.”
Jensen presses his forehead into the mattress, shaking his head against all of Jared’s words. He at once prays that Jared finishes soon so he’ll shut the fuck up and that it never ends, Jared’s filth filling his system with excitement.
Just to get at Jared, Jensen clenches around him, doesn’t care that Jared groans nosily, or sharply curses, “Oh, shit,” as Jensen keeps doing it. Now he’s just intent to get Jared to finish as soon as possible so he can punish the shit out of him for being so vulgar and loud after promising to not be.
Jensen ruts back on Jared as he continues to squeeze on him. Even reaches behind to grab onto Jared’s hips and tugs him in tight until Jared groans, voice withered and wasted through his orgasm.
Once Jared pulls away, body sluggish and breathing harsh, Jensen turns on him and shoves him to his back, crawling over him. Jensen tightens his hands around Jared’s biceps, forcing him to the mattress and glares down on him. He angrily whispers, “I told you be quiet.”
Jared slowly smirks and works one arm free, reaching for Jensen’s aching, hard dick. “I totally tried to, baby. You know how hot you get me.”
Jensen shoves Jared back to the bed then shifts up Jared’s body, kneeling on his shoulders, and angrily chuckling at him. He directs his dick over Jared’s chin, wiping it across Jared’s lips, which curl into a smile. Then Jensen does, too, unable to stay angry at this turn of events, especially when Jared’s hands come up to stroke over Jensen’s thighs.
“Now,” Jensen starts sternly with one eyebrow raised. “We’re gonna finish this and you’re gonna stay fucking quiet, you got it?”
Jared licks at Jensen’s dick before Jensen can pull it out of reach with a sharp glare. “Yes, sir, I got it,” Jared promises with a smirk. “This time, I’ll play nice.”
Jensen leans forward, pushing his dick past Jared’s lips and inside, softly moaning at the wet heat within. He moves even more forward with his palms against the wall as he rocks down into Jared’s mouth, grinning at Jared’s quiet whimpers and soft choking when he slides too deep.
He starts a steady, shallow rocking of his hips, mattress just barely responding with a soft shuffle on each movement. He grins down on Jared, who’s not totally wasted; he’s eagerly mouthing and licking at Jensen’s dick even while Jensen’s just using his mouth, fucking the hole to get himself off. Jensen keeps grinning at Jared, pushing hair off Jared’s face and forehead, while murmuring, “See, I can fuck you quietly. I don’t gotta make a show of it and embarrass the shit outta you, right?”
Jared mumbles around Jensen’s dick, but Jensen doesn’t care what the words really are, because he feels the pressure building from his lower back. It settles in his groin as he rolls his hips and slips a hand through Jared’s hair to pull his head up with each thrust down.
“Finally got you quiet. You’re staying real silent while you suck me, aren’t ya?” Jensen taunts quietly, almost sweetly as he smiles.
Moving his hands over Jensen’s hips, Jared grabs at Jensen’s ass then slips two fingers into Jensen’s hole, already wide open from getting fucked just minutes ago.
Jensen all but howls with the pressure of Jared fingerfucking him, and he’s panting loudly, unable to help it, even while he curses Jared. “I fucking hate you,” he complains loudly. “You’re a goddamned liar.” He keens when Jared rolls his fingers inside, pressing into Jensen’s prostate as he sucks hard on Jensen’s dick. “Oh God, fucking shit,” he mutters. He’s not even sure how quiet he really is. He can’t help it, because then white sparks before his eyes, and he’s moaning Jared’s name and shooting into Jared’s mouth, blood pounding his ears.
Once his breathing returns to normal, he slowly shifts off of Jared, trying like hell to keep the bed from making any more noise.
Jared flops to his side, forcing the bed to squeal out in misery, springs groaning with Jared’s quick movements.
“Christ, Jared,” Jensen quietly complains as he stretches out between Jared and the cool wall.
“I’m just trying to get comfy,” he replies, quite loudly in fact, all with a smile. “This bed’s too tiny for the both of us,” he adds as he slips closer, pushing a leg between Jensen’s and wrapping his arm around Jensen’s waist.
“Shut up,” he grumbles.
“Stop worrying,” Jared insists, finally quiet and soft as he slides a little down the bed, nuzzling at Jensen’s collarbone, like they always fit together after sex. “Didn’t you say your mom’s going deaf in one ear?”
“Yeah. One. Meanwhile, Dad’s got two working pretty damned well.” Jensen sighs and closes his eyes. “You’re an asshole.”
“Tell me you didn’t like it and I’ll never do it again.”
Jensen shakes his head, terrified like hell to fall asleep because next he knows, it’ll be morning and he’ll have to face his parents’ horrified looks to all the noise coming from this room.
Christmas breakfast is gonna be torture.