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Yet Another Saturday
965 words; NC-17
Timestamp to Just Another Saturday Night for rikyu from the holiday timestamp post.
Jensen plops down on the top step of the porch and sighs. His boots clank on the hard wood when he drops them to between his socked feet, and the loudness of them reminds him it’s far too early on a Saturday to be up and outside.
He scrubs his hand down his face, shaking his head and trying so hard to gather up the energy to put his boots on. He’s not even interested in lacing them up or getting off the porch, but Jared’s sitting beside him and quickly tying up his own laces, tugging tightly and smiling at him.
“I can’t believe you,” Jensen grumbles.
“It’ll be fun,” Jared insists.
“Nothing is fun at five in the morning.”
Jared snorts then moves in front of Jensen to kneel a few steps down and holds one of the boots open for Jensen to slip his foot into. He tightens the shoelaces, tugging and crossing and tying, all while smirking up at Jensen, and, okay, Jensen can admit this little moment is cute enough to make him forget what they’re set to do.
As Jared slips the other boot on, Jensen feels his grogginess fade away, but he’s not going to give up on the annoyance that Jared has volunteered them to trek into the woods surrounding Jensen’s family’s farm and cut down a tree.
“C’mon, John Boy,” Jared jokes as he leans forward. He leaves a quick peck on Jensen’s cheek then tugs his hands so they stumble down the steps together. “It’ll be good and fun.”
“Just remember,” Jensen complains as he follows Jared across the field. “I’ve got an axe. Your joy will only last so long.”
Jared laughs brightly and his smile is even brighter when he turns towards Jensen and nods into the forest. “This is our thing. It’ll be good.”
It’s not good so much as okay when they find the perfect balsam fir to take for themselves and get to work with long, sweeping swings of their axes at the trunk. Jensen’s muscles wake more and more as they dig up the energy to swing harder after each cut. The morning is still quite early so it’s not too warm in the shade of the surrounding trees, but he can feel his body warming with every motion and he has to take his shirt off.
He tosses it to the side then grips the handle of his axe, takes a deep breath, and pulls it back. That’s when he catches Jared’s small smile and low-lidded eyes. Jensen pauses and watches Jared, who stops his swing and just watches back with a smirk growing on his sweat-glistened face.
Jensen looks down at himself, but doesn’t see anything off, and then he finally gets what Jared’s real motivation was in this whole incident. They’re both half-clothed and sweating through physical exertion.
“You are so easily satisfied,” Jensen chuckles then swings his axe for another deep cut.
“When it comes to you, yeah,” Jared agrees happily.
Later, Jensen admits that sore shoulders, back, ab muscles, and hips are all worth the excessive exercise of chopping down his family’s tree. It’s all because he now gets to lay belly down on his bed with Jared straddling his thighs and softly massaging over his tired muscles, and he couldn’t be more thankful.
Except that Jensen's family has travelled down the road to Jared’s house to share in egg nog, cookies, and carols and Jensen and Jared been left alone to rest from their early morning. Jensen’s almost certain that he could sleep right here with Jared's soothing hands across his back.
When Jared pats Jensen’s lower back, Jensen turns over and tries to shuffle, figuring Jared deserves a good massage as well, but Jared doesn’t move off his legs. He does lean down and smile, kissing softly at Jensen’s chin then his lips as he slips forward so he can lay along Jensen’s side with his leg sliding between Jensen’s.
He shifts towards Jared and kisses him, his tongue immediately spreading Jared’s mouth open. They’re both down to boxers now, so it’s easy for Jared to slip his hand inside the front of Jensen’s and pull his dick out to stroke as soothingly as he had worked Jensen’s back. In moments, Jensen can feel his nerves warm over, feeling even better than when Jared had him on his stomach, and he’s almost embarrassed how quickly he’s panting into Jared’s mouth and moving his hips into Jared’s hand.
Jared kisses down Jensen’s face, his neck, his shoulder. He sucks lightly along his collarbone and moans when Jensen’s hands grip tightly to his back. “You know how gorgeous you were this morning?” Jared mumbles into his skin. “All worked up, bare skin. Watching your back work.”
Jensen whimpers Jared’s name and a dozen other unknown sounds, knowing Jared’s words are getting to him just as quickly as Jared’s fist over his cock. Jared mutters on more about what Jensen looked like when they were working and how that was the exact image he wanted to witness when he’d promised they’d cut down trees this year. Jared’s plan hits Jensen deep his gut and he can’t stop his orgasm from slamming through him.
When he catches his breath, Jared’s already cleaned them up and settles in at Jensen’s side. He’s about to reciprocate, but the exhaustion is now bone deep and Jared seems content to just lay beside him. He mindlessly kisses Jared’s temple and smiles as they rest against each other. “We should get a tree for your parents tomorrow,” he mumbles. “Then I can objectify you.”
Jensen is just drifting off when he hears Jared say, “Was my plan all along,” and he falls asleep with a smile on his face.
965 words; NC-17
Timestamp to Just Another Saturday Night for rikyu from the holiday timestamp post.
Jensen plops down on the top step of the porch and sighs. His boots clank on the hard wood when he drops them to between his socked feet, and the loudness of them reminds him it’s far too early on a Saturday to be up and outside.
He scrubs his hand down his face, shaking his head and trying so hard to gather up the energy to put his boots on. He’s not even interested in lacing them up or getting off the porch, but Jared’s sitting beside him and quickly tying up his own laces, tugging tightly and smiling at him.
“I can’t believe you,” Jensen grumbles.
“It’ll be fun,” Jared insists.
“Nothing is fun at five in the morning.”
Jared snorts then moves in front of Jensen to kneel a few steps down and holds one of the boots open for Jensen to slip his foot into. He tightens the shoelaces, tugging and crossing and tying, all while smirking up at Jensen, and, okay, Jensen can admit this little moment is cute enough to make him forget what they’re set to do.
As Jared slips the other boot on, Jensen feels his grogginess fade away, but he’s not going to give up on the annoyance that Jared has volunteered them to trek into the woods surrounding Jensen’s family’s farm and cut down a tree.
“C’mon, John Boy,” Jared jokes as he leans forward. He leaves a quick peck on Jensen’s cheek then tugs his hands so they stumble down the steps together. “It’ll be good and fun.”
“Just remember,” Jensen complains as he follows Jared across the field. “I’ve got an axe. Your joy will only last so long.”
Jared laughs brightly and his smile is even brighter when he turns towards Jensen and nods into the forest. “This is our thing. It’ll be good.”
It’s not good so much as okay when they find the perfect balsam fir to take for themselves and get to work with long, sweeping swings of their axes at the trunk. Jensen’s muscles wake more and more as they dig up the energy to swing harder after each cut. The morning is still quite early so it’s not too warm in the shade of the surrounding trees, but he can feel his body warming with every motion and he has to take his shirt off.
He tosses it to the side then grips the handle of his axe, takes a deep breath, and pulls it back. That’s when he catches Jared’s small smile and low-lidded eyes. Jensen pauses and watches Jared, who stops his swing and just watches back with a smirk growing on his sweat-glistened face.
Jensen looks down at himself, but doesn’t see anything off, and then he finally gets what Jared’s real motivation was in this whole incident. They’re both half-clothed and sweating through physical exertion.
“You are so easily satisfied,” Jensen chuckles then swings his axe for another deep cut.
“When it comes to you, yeah,” Jared agrees happily.
Later, Jensen admits that sore shoulders, back, ab muscles, and hips are all worth the excessive exercise of chopping down his family’s tree. It’s all because he now gets to lay belly down on his bed with Jared straddling his thighs and softly massaging over his tired muscles, and he couldn’t be more thankful.
Except that Jensen's family has travelled down the road to Jared’s house to share in egg nog, cookies, and carols and Jensen and Jared been left alone to rest from their early morning. Jensen’s almost certain that he could sleep right here with Jared's soothing hands across his back.
When Jared pats Jensen’s lower back, Jensen turns over and tries to shuffle, figuring Jared deserves a good massage as well, but Jared doesn’t move off his legs. He does lean down and smile, kissing softly at Jensen’s chin then his lips as he slips forward so he can lay along Jensen’s side with his leg sliding between Jensen’s.
He shifts towards Jared and kisses him, his tongue immediately spreading Jared’s mouth open. They’re both down to boxers now, so it’s easy for Jared to slip his hand inside the front of Jensen’s and pull his dick out to stroke as soothingly as he had worked Jensen’s back. In moments, Jensen can feel his nerves warm over, feeling even better than when Jared had him on his stomach, and he’s almost embarrassed how quickly he’s panting into Jared’s mouth and moving his hips into Jared’s hand.
Jared kisses down Jensen’s face, his neck, his shoulder. He sucks lightly along his collarbone and moans when Jensen’s hands grip tightly to his back. “You know how gorgeous you were this morning?” Jared mumbles into his skin. “All worked up, bare skin. Watching your back work.”
Jensen whimpers Jared’s name and a dozen other unknown sounds, knowing Jared’s words are getting to him just as quickly as Jared’s fist over his cock. Jared mutters on more about what Jensen looked like when they were working and how that was the exact image he wanted to witness when he’d promised they’d cut down trees this year. Jared’s plan hits Jensen deep his gut and he can’t stop his orgasm from slamming through him.
When he catches his breath, Jared’s already cleaned them up and settles in at Jensen’s side. He’s about to reciprocate, but the exhaustion is now bone deep and Jared seems content to just lay beside him. He mindlessly kisses Jared’s temple and smiles as they rest against each other. “We should get a tree for your parents tomorrow,” he mumbles. “Then I can objectify you.”
Jensen is just drifting off when he hears Jared say, “Was my plan all along,” and he falls asleep with a smile on his face.