Spicing Things Up
Title: Spicing Things Up
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: 1400
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Jared thinks their sex life is getting boring and decides to spice things up. It doesn't exactly go according to plan.
A/N 1: Thanks to hd_obsession for the idea, sorta, and trying to help me get my porn-fu back. It didn't quite work, but I blame Jared for that. :D
It started, like so many things do, with an argument. But most arguments probably weren’t about which sexual position to use. See, Jared wanted to bottom, which usually worked out great since Jensen was more than happy to take control and loved to stick his fingers and dick in Jared’s ass. This time, though, Jensen refused, and Jared was getting frustrated.
“What is your problem? Just do it,” Jared demanded, throwing his hands up in the air.
“No, you do it!” Jensen responded, sitting against the headboard and crossing his arms.
“Someone has to top, Jensen!”
Jensen rolled his eyes, a muscle in his jaw ticking, a clear indicator that he wouldn’t be changing his mind anytime soon. He was probably just arguing for the sake of arguing and because he hated giving in. Stubborn bastard. This was so stupid, fighting over which of them has to bottom.
“Jesus, just come here. I’ll give you a blowjob or something,” Jensen huffed.
“Not the same thing, Jen,” he pouted.
“Do you want to get off or not, Jared?”
“God. Fine.”
He flopped back on the bed with a dramatic sigh and covered his eyes with his arm, then jackknifed and practically fell off the bed when Jensen’s lips closed over the head of his dick. He’d somewhat wilted during their futile argument about bottoming, but he went rock hard again at the first brief swipe of Jensen’s tongue in his slit.
“Holy fuck!” he shouted. His hands flew down to cradle Jensen’s head, trying to find purchase in his short spikes. Jensen hummed around him and sucked harder, but he didn’t take any more of Jared’s dick in, concentrating on the head instead. “God, Jen, come on.” He sounded slightly whiny, but he didn’t care. Jensen was taking forever. And normally he wouldn’t care, but he still had shit to do before he went to bed for real, like letting the dogs out one more time and feeding them and setting the alarm so they wouldn’t be late for work and holy shit! Jensen certainly knew some amazing tongue techniques. Jared bucked his hips impatiently, whimpering when Jensen finally swallowed him most of the way down. It wasn’t too much longer before he came with a breathy moan of Jensen’s name. By the time he recovered enough to roll over and mumble “ya want me to…” Jensen was asleep and snoring softly. Rolling his eyes, Jared stumbled out of bed to go take care of the dogs.
***
“Do you think our sex life is too boring?” he asked Jensen the next morning. It was maybe not the best time to bring it up, since Jensen was still half asleep and looking at him blearily over the rim of his glasses, coffee cup in one hand and the other scratching his bare stomach.
“What?” Jensen said after a lengthy pause.
“Our sex life. Is it too boring?”
“No.” Jensen turned to get cereal out of the cupboard, like that ended the discussion. Jared huffed and pushed him back around. “Jared.”
“Last night we were too lazy and tired to have sex.”
“Not true. You got off, right?”
“Yes, but-”
“Our sex life is just fine, Jay.”
Jared shook his head. Why wasn’t Jensen getting this? “You fell asleep after giving me a blowjob.”
“Our sex life is just fine,” he repeated, clearly exasperated. “Last week you picked me up and fucked me on the washer while it was on. That’s not boring.”
True. But maybe he should spice things up anyway. It hadn’t even been a year yet. They couldn’t be getting bored with each other so soon. He knew he still wanted Jensen (his semi-hard state from staring at a shirtless and boxer-clad Jensen attested to that), and he was fairly sure Jensen still wanted him, but what happened last night still kinda bothered him.
He let Jensen go back to his breakfast and wandered into the living room, an idea slowly coalescing in his mind.
***
Jared carefully maneuvered Jensen up the stairs, keeping his hands over his eyes. Jensen had his own hands clutched around Jared’s as he took shuffling steps forward. He was pliant in Jared’s arms and smelled really good. Jared paused by the top step to bury his nose behind Jensen’s ear and breathe in the clean scent of shampoo, aftershave, and the slightly acrid trace of makeup.
“Jared, what are you doing?”
“Shh,” he murmured. “I’m just taking a moment.”
Jensen rolled his eyes; Jared could feel it under the pads of his fingers. “Dork,” Jensen said affectionately. “Now come on. I want my surprise.”
Jared smiled, then nudged him forward again. “Okay, watch the corner coming on your right.”
“We’re heading for the bedroom, aren’t we? I swear, if you’ve rearranged the furniture in there again, I will kill you.”
“No. No furniture rearranging. Here, sit on the bed, but keep your eyes closed!”
Jensen did as requested, head lifted toward Jared expectantly. He walked over to the dresser and pushed play on the CD player sitting on top. Low, cheesy music filled the room, and Jensen’s brow furrowed in confusion. Jared swayed his hips to the beat, slowly working his way closer to the bed.
“Uh, Jared, what’s going on?”
“Open your eyes and see,” Jared told him.
Jensen looked at him in complete and utter incomprehension. “What are you doing?”
“Spicing things up,” he muttered, then explained louder at Jensen’s frown, “A striptease.”
“Oh, okay. Carry on.” Jensen waved a hand and smirked slightly, leaning back on his elbows.
Jared continued to swivel his hips suggestively and started stripping. But it probably wasn’t too sexy when his shoe caught in the hem of his jeans and he nearly did a header into the carpet, hopping around on one foot till he freed himself. He refused to look at Jensen, simply closed his eyes and concentrated on getting undressed as sexily as possible.
What he didn’t consider when he planned this was that real strippers had those handy tear-away clothes. Suddenly ripping your pants off was a lot more dramatic than undoing the belt and such. He gave up on his jeans for the moment, leaving them hanging precariously on his hips, and moved on to his shirt. What he also failed to consider when he planned this was that a sweater with a small neck hole would be difficult to get off. He pulled it partway off and stopped, stuck, his arms held at an awkward angle behind his head and the sweater up over most of his face. Standing perfectly still, he spat lint out of his mouth and breathed hard. Great, he was gonna suffocate this way. Death by sweater while doing a stupid striptease for his boyfriend. That’ll look awesome in his obituary.
Gentle hands tugged the sweater over his head, and Jared sucked in air gratefully. He wished he had died, though, when he saw Jensen’s expression. He knew those eye crinkles and trembling lips meant Jensen held in laughter, and it took a great deal of will power for him to stand his ground and not run away in mortification.
“Jay,” Jensen said quietly.
“Don’t. Can we just forget this happened?” he pleaded.
“The execution was a bit shaky, but I got the sentiment behind it.” Jared raised a brow, and Jensen smiled at him, cupping his cheeks and kissing him softly. “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t care if we have the most vanilla sex in the world or go days and weeks without sex. That’s not all this is about. Us. I love you, no matter what, whether you’re young and gorgeous and strong enough to fuck me against the wall or when we’re 80 and can’t manage to make it up the stairs anymore. All right?”
Jared nodded, a ridiculously sappy grin on his face, and pulled Jensen closer to kiss him. “I love you, too,” he whispered against Jensen’s lips, then licked into his mouth, kissing him slow and deep and wet.
Jensen walked them backwards the short distance to the bed, and Jared crawled on after him, never breaking their kiss. They didn’t even get their pants off before Jensen rocked his hips against Jared’s, growling into the juncture between Jared’s neck and shoulder. They’d done this countless times, but it didn’t matter. It was perfect and them and just right.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: 1400
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Jared thinks their sex life is getting boring and decides to spice things up. It doesn't exactly go according to plan.
A/N 1: Thanks to hd_obsession for the idea, sorta, and trying to help me get my porn-fu back. It didn't quite work, but I blame Jared for that. :D
It started, like so many things do, with an argument. But most arguments probably weren’t about which sexual position to use. See, Jared wanted to bottom, which usually worked out great since Jensen was more than happy to take control and loved to stick his fingers and dick in Jared’s ass. This time, though, Jensen refused, and Jared was getting frustrated.
“What is your problem? Just do it,” Jared demanded, throwing his hands up in the air.
“No, you do it!” Jensen responded, sitting against the headboard and crossing his arms.
“Someone has to top, Jensen!”
Jensen rolled his eyes, a muscle in his jaw ticking, a clear indicator that he wouldn’t be changing his mind anytime soon. He was probably just arguing for the sake of arguing and because he hated giving in. Stubborn bastard. This was so stupid, fighting over which of them has to bottom.
“Jesus, just come here. I’ll give you a blowjob or something,” Jensen huffed.
“Not the same thing, Jen,” he pouted.
“Do you want to get off or not, Jared?”
“God. Fine.”
He flopped back on the bed with a dramatic sigh and covered his eyes with his arm, then jackknifed and practically fell off the bed when Jensen’s lips closed over the head of his dick. He’d somewhat wilted during their futile argument about bottoming, but he went rock hard again at the first brief swipe of Jensen’s tongue in his slit.
“Holy fuck!” he shouted. His hands flew down to cradle Jensen’s head, trying to find purchase in his short spikes. Jensen hummed around him and sucked harder, but he didn’t take any more of Jared’s dick in, concentrating on the head instead. “God, Jen, come on.” He sounded slightly whiny, but he didn’t care. Jensen was taking forever. And normally he wouldn’t care, but he still had shit to do before he went to bed for real, like letting the dogs out one more time and feeding them and setting the alarm so they wouldn’t be late for work and holy shit! Jensen certainly knew some amazing tongue techniques. Jared bucked his hips impatiently, whimpering when Jensen finally swallowed him most of the way down. It wasn’t too much longer before he came with a breathy moan of Jensen’s name. By the time he recovered enough to roll over and mumble “ya want me to…” Jensen was asleep and snoring softly. Rolling his eyes, Jared stumbled out of bed to go take care of the dogs.
***
“Do you think our sex life is too boring?” he asked Jensen the next morning. It was maybe not the best time to bring it up, since Jensen was still half asleep and looking at him blearily over the rim of his glasses, coffee cup in one hand and the other scratching his bare stomach.
“What?” Jensen said after a lengthy pause.
“Our sex life. Is it too boring?”
“No.” Jensen turned to get cereal out of the cupboard, like that ended the discussion. Jared huffed and pushed him back around. “Jared.”
“Last night we were too lazy and tired to have sex.”
“Not true. You got off, right?”
“Yes, but-”
“Our sex life is just fine, Jay.”
Jared shook his head. Why wasn’t Jensen getting this? “You fell asleep after giving me a blowjob.”
“Our sex life is just fine,” he repeated, clearly exasperated. “Last week you picked me up and fucked me on the washer while it was on. That’s not boring.”
True. But maybe he should spice things up anyway. It hadn’t even been a year yet. They couldn’t be getting bored with each other so soon. He knew he still wanted Jensen (his semi-hard state from staring at a shirtless and boxer-clad Jensen attested to that), and he was fairly sure Jensen still wanted him, but what happened last night still kinda bothered him.
He let Jensen go back to his breakfast and wandered into the living room, an idea slowly coalescing in his mind.
***
Jared carefully maneuvered Jensen up the stairs, keeping his hands over his eyes. Jensen had his own hands clutched around Jared’s as he took shuffling steps forward. He was pliant in Jared’s arms and smelled really good. Jared paused by the top step to bury his nose behind Jensen’s ear and breathe in the clean scent of shampoo, aftershave, and the slightly acrid trace of makeup.
“Jared, what are you doing?”
“Shh,” he murmured. “I’m just taking a moment.”
Jensen rolled his eyes; Jared could feel it under the pads of his fingers. “Dork,” Jensen said affectionately. “Now come on. I want my surprise.”
Jared smiled, then nudged him forward again. “Okay, watch the corner coming on your right.”
“We’re heading for the bedroom, aren’t we? I swear, if you’ve rearranged the furniture in there again, I will kill you.”
“No. No furniture rearranging. Here, sit on the bed, but keep your eyes closed!”
Jensen did as requested, head lifted toward Jared expectantly. He walked over to the dresser and pushed play on the CD player sitting on top. Low, cheesy music filled the room, and Jensen’s brow furrowed in confusion. Jared swayed his hips to the beat, slowly working his way closer to the bed.
“Uh, Jared, what’s going on?”
“Open your eyes and see,” Jared told him.
Jensen looked at him in complete and utter incomprehension. “What are you doing?”
“Spicing things up,” he muttered, then explained louder at Jensen’s frown, “A striptease.”
“Oh, okay. Carry on.” Jensen waved a hand and smirked slightly, leaning back on his elbows.
Jared continued to swivel his hips suggestively and started stripping. But it probably wasn’t too sexy when his shoe caught in the hem of his jeans and he nearly did a header into the carpet, hopping around on one foot till he freed himself. He refused to look at Jensen, simply closed his eyes and concentrated on getting undressed as sexily as possible.
What he didn’t consider when he planned this was that real strippers had those handy tear-away clothes. Suddenly ripping your pants off was a lot more dramatic than undoing the belt and such. He gave up on his jeans for the moment, leaving them hanging precariously on his hips, and moved on to his shirt. What he also failed to consider when he planned this was that a sweater with a small neck hole would be difficult to get off. He pulled it partway off and stopped, stuck, his arms held at an awkward angle behind his head and the sweater up over most of his face. Standing perfectly still, he spat lint out of his mouth and breathed hard. Great, he was gonna suffocate this way. Death by sweater while doing a stupid striptease for his boyfriend. That’ll look awesome in his obituary.
Gentle hands tugged the sweater over his head, and Jared sucked in air gratefully. He wished he had died, though, when he saw Jensen’s expression. He knew those eye crinkles and trembling lips meant Jensen held in laughter, and it took a great deal of will power for him to stand his ground and not run away in mortification.
“Jay,” Jensen said quietly.
“Don’t. Can we just forget this happened?” he pleaded.
“The execution was a bit shaky, but I got the sentiment behind it.” Jared raised a brow, and Jensen smiled at him, cupping his cheeks and kissing him softly. “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t care if we have the most vanilla sex in the world or go days and weeks without sex. That’s not all this is about. Us. I love you, no matter what, whether you’re young and gorgeous and strong enough to fuck me against the wall or when we’re 80 and can’t manage to make it up the stairs anymore. All right?”
Jared nodded, a ridiculously sappy grin on his face, and pulled Jensen closer to kiss him. “I love you, too,” he whispered against Jensen’s lips, then licked into his mouth, kissing him slow and deep and wet.
Jensen walked them backwards the short distance to the bed, and Jared crawled on after him, never breaking their kiss. They didn’t even get their pants off before Jensen rocked his hips against Jared’s, growling into the juncture between Jared’s neck and shoulder. They’d done this countless times, but it didn’t matter. It was perfect and them and just right.