NC-17 | A Perfect Quiet
Title: A Perfect Quiet
Words: 1600
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jensen looks best in the moonlight.
Notes: Apparently I'm an awful human being for linking
enablelove to this picture, and my penance is to write porn that objectifies Jensen. Not really punishment if you ask me ;-)
The ride back to the house is strangely quiet, Jensen turning against the door as he stares out the window and Jared keeping his eyes to the city streets they pass. Damp pavement reflects streetlamps, and empty storefronts are eerily lit by neon signs that never quit. The only sounds around them are the gentle hum of the sedan’s engine and the soft thump of the wheels turning over themselves.
It’s even quieter in the garage, the doors popping open and closed echoing around them. And worse yet when they walk down through the halls with their shoe heels clapping on wood flooring, and the dogs’ tags jangling, and little woofs and snuffs sounding from their room.
Jensen goes on to the bedroom as Jared wrangles the dogs together and takes them outside. Jared listens to the soft pats of their paws across the lawn, the continuing jingle of their chain collars, and the steady chirping of crickets hidden in the grass.
He thinks back on their night out with friends, where they shared fine liquor and finer conversation. There’s no reason for the silence that fell upon them once they left the bar, but there’s also no worry.
When Sadie marches up to him, rubbing against his shins and whining, he whistles for Harley to join them, walks them back inside, and closes them in their bedroom. Moments later, he’s just inside his bedroom door and staring at Jensen across the room, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and tipping his head to the side.
There’s a soft creak beneath Jared’s toes, and Jensen tilts his head, ear trained to the noise, and Jared’s breath catches hard in his chest.
The moonlight streams in through the clear glass and shrouds Jensen in shadows. There’s a dark shade covering over his nose, clouding his eyes, and making the angles of his hair stark. In the blackness, Jared can see the curve of Jensen’s lips, especially when one side lifts in a shallow smirk before he turns back to the window.
Jared steps up next to Jensen and unabashedly stares. The slope of Jensen's nose and the length of his lashes are unreal in this light. When Jensen tips his head towards Jared, the moon makes his skin translucent, a smooth, pale palette dotted by his freckles.
You’re gorgeous Jared wants to whisper, but he’s certain it would break the silence, and he wasn’t nothing more than to be live in this surreality.
He can stay quiet, aside from the soft hush of their breathing, but he can’t stay still. He has to reach out with a hesitant hand and even more careful finger, dragging it against Jensen’s temple, along the hairline that sweeps down then up over Jensen’s ear, and further down the back of his neck. When he reaches bend of Jensen’s neck, Jensen shivers with a halted breath, and Jared smiles.
He presses his thumb just below Jensen’s ear, brings it up over the hinge of his jaw, and up to the soft edge of his cheek. Turning his hand over, he lays a bare touch with the tips of his fingers, connecting freckles beneath Jensen’s eye. Jensen blinks and keeps his eyes closed, and Jared smoothes his finger up the curl of Jensen’s lashes. Those get a few more strokes, extra attention, before he’s taken with the sudden crease of Jensen’s browline. His thumb goes against the grain of Jensen’s eyebrow as he shifts closer and around to face Jensen so he can follow across the other brow and ghost his palm over Jensen’s face, now shadowed by Jared standing between him and the moon.
Jensen exhales with his plush lips spreading over the soft Jared that Jared can hear in his mind.
Jared softly smiles and breathes Hi. He brings his hands up to cup Jensen’s face, fingers smoothing over Jensen’s surprisingly soft hair with little product left at this hour, after scrubbing over his head for most of the night with laughter and smiles shared between them. The jokes and jabs are always welcome, but Jared’s certain this silence and darkness is better.
Fluttering those luscious eyelashes and parting the sinful lips, Jensen breathes steadily and watches Jared watch him back. Jensen stays still as Jared drags his palms down Jensen’s cheeks, over his jaw, his neck, and along the line of buttons and holes on his shirt. He brings his hands back up to the opening of Jensen’s shirt and slowly unlatches one button then another and another until he can slip his hand inside. His fingers find skin equally soft and firm for just a tempting moment until he works the rest of the buttons and nudges the shirt over Jensen’s broad shoulders, which roll as he helps remove it.
Jared steps around Jensen, but not without admiring the way the moonlight softens Jensen’s firm chest and trim abdomen. It all forces him to trail his hand across Jensen’s stomach as he moves behind Jensen. His other hand skates over Jensen’s back, broad and muscular in all the ways the rest of him isn’t, the one place that shows Jensen’s strength, from his shoulders on down his spine, which Jared maps out without haste.
When Jared steps up behind Jensen, slipping one arm around Jensen’s waist and the other up his chest, Jensen leans back and reaches back to settle his hands on Jared’s hips, his first movement of this whole thing.
Jared kisses along Jensen’s shoulder and up the line of his throat, spurred on by Jensen’s fingers gripping at the waist of Jared’s pants. He has the desire to strip Jensen completely and admire the slim cut of Jensen’s hips, the firmness of his ass, the turn of his legs. Right now, he gets enough when Jensen presses further back on him. The curve of Jensen’s ass fits right into the agnel of Jared’s hips, and he rocks forward as he licks the shell of Jensen’s ear then places a wet kiss behind it.
There’s a soft groan that Jared feels under his lips more than his ears catch it, and he kisses back down Jensen’s throat to feel the pulse of more against his mouth. The skin of Jensen’s neck is warm and vibrates with another soft noise that almost breaks Jared, so he slides his hand up and touches his finger to Jensen’s mouth before plucking at his full bottom lip. His hands fall away in a soft caress before they find Jensen’s belt and untuck it, unclasp his pants, and let them drop down his legs. He nudges the toe of his shoes against the back heel of Jensen’s as he presses his knee into the back of Jensen’s. In slow movements, Jensen lifts his foot out of his shoe, then the other.
Wordlesslessy, Jensen bends forward for his socks and steps out of his pants. Jared strokes his palms over the spread of Jensen’s back, and the roll of it when he stands. It could be enough to undo Jared, to unreel him and spin him out, but Jared stays on task and tucks his thumbs into the back of Jensen’s dark boxer briefs, pulling them down inch by inch to reveal the same milky skin, and leave Jensen awash in nothing but moonlight and shadows when he steps out of the briefs as well.
Leaning over Jensen’s shoulder, Jared takes in the canvas of Jensen’s body, from toes up to locked knees, narrow thighs and hips, up his firm chest and shoulders, Jared fingers tracing every bend and valley of him. Jared combs over Jensen’s head, back and front with care, before tilting Jensen’s head to the side and kissing up the other shoulder. Over the slope of Jensen’s arm, Jared can see Jensen’s fingers curl in, his fist form and release, and Jared drags his fingers down Jensen’s forearms until they meet Jensen’s palm and lace between his fingers. He squeezes once and lightly holds, and brushes their hands together over Jensen’s hip.
Jensen murmurs his name again, pulling their hands across the cut of his hip bone and over the thin trail of hair angling down.
Jared gives in, letting Jensen curl their hands around his dick, sharing the weight of it in their palms. He kisses the back of Jensen’s head, smells the faint remnants of sweet gel, and hears Jensen’s soft murmur when Jensen guides their hands down to the base of his dick and back up.
Jared kisses at the base of Jensen’s neck, lips spreading over the knob of his spine, as they stroke together and bring Jensen to a certain yet restrained bubble of heat and strung-out need. Jensen tips his head back to Jared’s shoulder and squeezes their hands tighter, shivering slightly when he comes and biting into his lower lip to keep the quiet.
The moonlight shines over Jensen’s belly and chest, wet and heaving with scattered breaths. Jared smiles against Jensen’s neck and closes his eyes, memorializing the path of his fingers over Jensen’s body and the vision of them right now.
You are so gorgeous Jared finally murmurs into Jensen’s skin.
Jensen turns his head around and sets his lips to Jared’s forehead in a soft kiss just before letting out a soft Shh.
It could be hours that pass, but they stay like that in the quiet. A perfect quiet.
Originally posted at http://www.dreamwidth.org/12345.html
Words: 1600
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jensen looks best in the moonlight.
Notes: Apparently I'm an awful human being for linking
enablelove to this picture, and my penance is to write porn that objectifies Jensen. Not really punishment if you ask me ;-)
The ride back to the house is strangely quiet, Jensen turning against the door as he stares out the window and Jared keeping his eyes to the city streets they pass. Damp pavement reflects streetlamps, and empty storefronts are eerily lit by neon signs that never quit. The only sounds around them are the gentle hum of the sedan’s engine and the soft thump of the wheels turning over themselves.
It’s even quieter in the garage, the doors popping open and closed echoing around them. And worse yet when they walk down through the halls with their shoe heels clapping on wood flooring, and the dogs’ tags jangling, and little woofs and snuffs sounding from their room.
Jensen goes on to the bedroom as Jared wrangles the dogs together and takes them outside. Jared listens to the soft pats of their paws across the lawn, the continuing jingle of their chain collars, and the steady chirping of crickets hidden in the grass.
He thinks back on their night out with friends, where they shared fine liquor and finer conversation. There’s no reason for the silence that fell upon them once they left the bar, but there’s also no worry.
When Sadie marches up to him, rubbing against his shins and whining, he whistles for Harley to join them, walks them back inside, and closes them in their bedroom. Moments later, he’s just inside his bedroom door and staring at Jensen across the room, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and tipping his head to the side.
There’s a soft creak beneath Jared’s toes, and Jensen tilts his head, ear trained to the noise, and Jared’s breath catches hard in his chest.
The moonlight streams in through the clear glass and shrouds Jensen in shadows. There’s a dark shade covering over his nose, clouding his eyes, and making the angles of his hair stark. In the blackness, Jared can see the curve of Jensen’s lips, especially when one side lifts in a shallow smirk before he turns back to the window.
Jared steps up next to Jensen and unabashedly stares. The slope of Jensen's nose and the length of his lashes are unreal in this light. When Jensen tips his head towards Jared, the moon makes his skin translucent, a smooth, pale palette dotted by his freckles.
You’re gorgeous Jared wants to whisper, but he’s certain it would break the silence, and he wasn’t nothing more than to be live in this surreality.
He can stay quiet, aside from the soft hush of their breathing, but he can’t stay still. He has to reach out with a hesitant hand and even more careful finger, dragging it against Jensen’s temple, along the hairline that sweeps down then up over Jensen’s ear, and further down the back of his neck. When he reaches bend of Jensen’s neck, Jensen shivers with a halted breath, and Jared smiles.
He presses his thumb just below Jensen’s ear, brings it up over the hinge of his jaw, and up to the soft edge of his cheek. Turning his hand over, he lays a bare touch with the tips of his fingers, connecting freckles beneath Jensen’s eye. Jensen blinks and keeps his eyes closed, and Jared smoothes his finger up the curl of Jensen’s lashes. Those get a few more strokes, extra attention, before he’s taken with the sudden crease of Jensen’s browline. His thumb goes against the grain of Jensen’s eyebrow as he shifts closer and around to face Jensen so he can follow across the other brow and ghost his palm over Jensen’s face, now shadowed by Jared standing between him and the moon.
Jensen exhales with his plush lips spreading over the soft Jared that Jared can hear in his mind.
Jared softly smiles and breathes Hi. He brings his hands up to cup Jensen’s face, fingers smoothing over Jensen’s surprisingly soft hair with little product left at this hour, after scrubbing over his head for most of the night with laughter and smiles shared between them. The jokes and jabs are always welcome, but Jared’s certain this silence and darkness is better.
Fluttering those luscious eyelashes and parting the sinful lips, Jensen breathes steadily and watches Jared watch him back. Jensen stays still as Jared drags his palms down Jensen’s cheeks, over his jaw, his neck, and along the line of buttons and holes on his shirt. He brings his hands back up to the opening of Jensen’s shirt and slowly unlatches one button then another and another until he can slip his hand inside. His fingers find skin equally soft and firm for just a tempting moment until he works the rest of the buttons and nudges the shirt over Jensen’s broad shoulders, which roll as he helps remove it.
Jared steps around Jensen, but not without admiring the way the moonlight softens Jensen’s firm chest and trim abdomen. It all forces him to trail his hand across Jensen’s stomach as he moves behind Jensen. His other hand skates over Jensen’s back, broad and muscular in all the ways the rest of him isn’t, the one place that shows Jensen’s strength, from his shoulders on down his spine, which Jared maps out without haste.
When Jared steps up behind Jensen, slipping one arm around Jensen’s waist and the other up his chest, Jensen leans back and reaches back to settle his hands on Jared’s hips, his first movement of this whole thing.
Jared kisses along Jensen’s shoulder and up the line of his throat, spurred on by Jensen’s fingers gripping at the waist of Jared’s pants. He has the desire to strip Jensen completely and admire the slim cut of Jensen’s hips, the firmness of his ass, the turn of his legs. Right now, he gets enough when Jensen presses further back on him. The curve of Jensen’s ass fits right into the agnel of Jared’s hips, and he rocks forward as he licks the shell of Jensen’s ear then places a wet kiss behind it.
There’s a soft groan that Jared feels under his lips more than his ears catch it, and he kisses back down Jensen’s throat to feel the pulse of more against his mouth. The skin of Jensen’s neck is warm and vibrates with another soft noise that almost breaks Jared, so he slides his hand up and touches his finger to Jensen’s mouth before plucking at his full bottom lip. His hands fall away in a soft caress before they find Jensen’s belt and untuck it, unclasp his pants, and let them drop down his legs. He nudges the toe of his shoes against the back heel of Jensen’s as he presses his knee into the back of Jensen’s. In slow movements, Jensen lifts his foot out of his shoe, then the other.
Wordlesslessy, Jensen bends forward for his socks and steps out of his pants. Jared strokes his palms over the spread of Jensen’s back, and the roll of it when he stands. It could be enough to undo Jared, to unreel him and spin him out, but Jared stays on task and tucks his thumbs into the back of Jensen’s dark boxer briefs, pulling them down inch by inch to reveal the same milky skin, and leave Jensen awash in nothing but moonlight and shadows when he steps out of the briefs as well.
Leaning over Jensen’s shoulder, Jared takes in the canvas of Jensen’s body, from toes up to locked knees, narrow thighs and hips, up his firm chest and shoulders, Jared fingers tracing every bend and valley of him. Jared combs over Jensen’s head, back and front with care, before tilting Jensen’s head to the side and kissing up the other shoulder. Over the slope of Jensen’s arm, Jared can see Jensen’s fingers curl in, his fist form and release, and Jared drags his fingers down Jensen’s forearms until they meet Jensen’s palm and lace between his fingers. He squeezes once and lightly holds, and brushes their hands together over Jensen’s hip.
Jensen murmurs his name again, pulling their hands across the cut of his hip bone and over the thin trail of hair angling down.
Jared gives in, letting Jensen curl their hands around his dick, sharing the weight of it in their palms. He kisses the back of Jensen’s head, smells the faint remnants of sweet gel, and hears Jensen’s soft murmur when Jensen guides their hands down to the base of his dick and back up.
Jared kisses at the base of Jensen’s neck, lips spreading over the knob of his spine, as they stroke together and bring Jensen to a certain yet restrained bubble of heat and strung-out need. Jensen tips his head back to Jared’s shoulder and squeezes their hands tighter, shivering slightly when he comes and biting into his lower lip to keep the quiet.
The moonlight shines over Jensen’s belly and chest, wet and heaving with scattered breaths. Jared smiles against Jensen’s neck and closes his eyes, memorializing the path of his fingers over Jensen’s body and the vision of them right now.
You are so gorgeous Jared finally murmurs into Jensen’s skin.
Jensen turns his head around and sets his lips to Jared’s forehead in a soft kiss just before letting out a soft Shh.
It could be hours that pass, but they stay like that in the quiet. A perfect quiet.
Originally posted at http://www.dreamwidth.org/12345.html