FILL: Forever is a Lonely Number - J2, NC-17 (1/6) souslelysMarch 2 2016, 03:52:09 UTC
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At an audition of all places.
One handshake, a dimpled grin, and he’s being pulled into a big hug before he can even get out his first, “Hey - oof - Jared.”
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The hugs don’t stop, and Jensen always has to catch himself, has to slow them down, pace it out even if Jared doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
Despite his efforts, it seems they’ve skipped fast friends, and barrelled straight to J-squared. There’s fanfic and a fandom and everything. It’s funny, having strangers cooing whenever they smile at each other, coming up with their own happily-ever-afters.
For now, he has a real, live Jay hanging off him at all hours of the day. They’re wearing matching friendship bracelets. He’s met Jared’s mama. Twice.
(Slow Jared down, yeah fucking right).
They’re on set, waiting for the crew to set the scene, and Jared is fiddling with his phone, trying to find this video he just knows Jensen will love. His brows are furrowed in concentration and once in a while he looks up through his bangs to make sure Jensen is still waiting with
( ... )
Re: FILL: Forever is a Lonely Number - J2, NC-17 (2/6) souslelysMarch 2 2016, 03:53:19 UTC
“Look at you. Always so fucking pretty.”
He’s chasing sleep into the fluffy white covers, but it escapes him when Jared’s hand finds Jensen’s cock, long, languid pumps that send shivers of pleasure up his spine. Jared wraps his arms around Jensen then, pulling his back flush against Jared’s front.
Goddamn Jared. Always waking him up, always playing so fucking dirty.
Jensen scoots back so Jared’s grinding into him with slow, rocking movements, enjoying this quiet, Nowhere-Else-We-Gotta-Be time where they can just lose themselves in each other. Teeth nip along the nape of Jensen’s neck, latching onto the slope of his shoulder and working at the skin there. With the pleasure from Jared’s hand sparking along his spine, echoing through his limbs, it’s all Jensen can do not to melt into the complete feeling of Jared all around him.
Jared’s got the bulk to go with his height now, all that time at the gym clear in the large, defined muscles beneath Jensen’s fingertips. His hair’s longer, the dimples are deeper - half his clothes don’t fit
( ... )
FILL: Forever is a Lonely Number - J2, NC-17 (3/6) souslelysMarch 2 2016, 03:54:01 UTC
Jensen’s lips quirk up as he examines the photos. One’s of the time they first moved in together five years ago, in front of the house that Jared found (even though he strut around like he built the place - granted, it had been pretty perfect for them). Jared had set up the tripod in the yard, running back as the camera blinked its countdown. In the photo it’s Jared’s arm around Jensen and they’re wearing matching grins - two happy, young homeowners.
The second photo is more recent - the two of them dressed up for Jensen’s birthday just last week, where Jared took him to a new fancy steakhouse they’d been dying to try. Jared’s arm is around him yet again, with Jensen’s arm around his waist, hand on his hip. Same, happy grins.
“You look the same.”
Jensen takes a deep breath, staring squarely at the photographs. “Do I? My hair was a lot lighter back then -“
“Jensen it’s been eight years, and you look the exactly same as you did when I first met you.”
Fill: Ride'em Cowboy(Jared striptease) (2/3)hateswintersMarch 1 2016, 09:13:59 UTC
“Hellooo”, squeaked Jensen in response. Jared’s dimples made an appearance as he let out a shy smile. Then, he hit the music and ‘She’s my cherry pie’ came on. Jensen just sat back and got ready to enjoy the show. Jared started slowly gyrating his hips to the song, resting one hand on his cowboy hat and the other one slightly slipping into his g-string. Jensen felt the heat rising as he quickly removed his suit jacket and slipped off his tie
( ... )
Fill: Ride'em Cowboy(Jared striptease) (3/3)hateswintersMarch 1 2016, 09:15:54 UTC
Jared scrambled to cover himself with Jensen’s coat. “Shit, are you okay”, asked Jensen as Jared gingerly raised himself off the floor. “Why the hell won’t you lock the door”, shot back Jared trying to gather everything he stripped. “I would have but you pulled me in and then I kind of got distracted”, said Jensen pointing at his dick that was rapidly losing its hardness as he tucked it back in his pants. “Okay, but what’s with them showing up like this”, asked Jared walking into their bedroom
( ... )
Fill: Hand Madethe_rant_girlMarch 1 2016, 03:58:35 UTC
It was going to be Jensen's birthday and Jared want to make him something special for it. Jared's mommy said they already had a present for the party, so Jared was determined that he got to make the card. His mommy had said he could, but if he wanted to do it then it really had to be today, or she'd have to buy one
( ... )
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22-26
At an audition of all places.
One handshake, a dimpled grin, and he’s being pulled into a big hug before he can even get out his first, “Hey - oof - Jared.”
0-0-0
The hugs don’t stop, and Jensen always has to catch himself, has to slow them down, pace it out even if Jared doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
Despite his efforts, it seems they’ve skipped fast friends, and barrelled straight to J-squared. There’s fanfic and a fandom and everything. It’s funny, having strangers cooing whenever they smile at each other, coming up with their own happily-ever-afters.
For now, he has a real, live Jay hanging off him at all hours of the day. They’re wearing matching friendship bracelets. He’s met Jared’s mama. Twice.
(Slow Jared down, yeah fucking right).
They’re on set, waiting for the crew to set the scene, and Jared is fiddling with his phone, trying to find this video he just knows Jensen will love. His brows are furrowed in concentration and once in a while he looks up through his bangs to make sure Jensen is still waiting with ( ... )
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“Look at you. Always so fucking pretty.”
He’s chasing sleep into the fluffy white covers, but it escapes him when Jared’s hand finds Jensen’s cock, long, languid pumps that send shivers of pleasure up his spine. Jared wraps his arms around Jensen then, pulling his back flush against Jared’s front.
Goddamn Jared. Always waking him up, always playing so fucking dirty.
Jensen scoots back so Jared’s grinding into him with slow, rocking movements, enjoying this quiet, Nowhere-Else-We-Gotta-Be time where they can just lose themselves in each other. Teeth nip along the nape of Jensen’s neck, latching onto the slope of his shoulder and working at the skin there. With the pleasure from Jared’s hand sparking along his spine, echoing through his limbs, it’s all Jensen can do not to melt into the complete feeling of Jared all around him.
Jared’s got the bulk to go with his height now, all that time at the gym clear in the large, defined muscles beneath Jensen’s fingertips. His hair’s longer, the dimples are deeper - half his clothes don’t fit ( ... )
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Jensen’s lips quirk up as he examines the photos. One’s of the time they first moved in together five years ago, in front of the house that Jared found (even though he strut around like he built the place - granted, it had been pretty perfect for them). Jared had set up the tripod in the yard, running back as the camera blinked its countdown. In the photo it’s Jared’s arm around Jensen and they’re wearing matching grins - two happy, young homeowners.
The second photo is more recent - the two of them dressed up for Jensen’s birthday just last week, where Jared took him to a new fancy steakhouse they’d been dying to try. Jared’s arm is around him yet again, with Jensen’s arm around his waist, hand on his hip. Same, happy grins.
“You look the same.”
Jensen takes a deep breath, staring squarely at the photographs. “Do I? My hair was a lot lighter back then -“
“Jensen it’s been eight years, and you look the exactly same as you did when I first met you.”
“What can I say? Some people are just blessed -“
“Jensen.”
All this time, he still ( ... )
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