the need of you
Title: The Need of You
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1000
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 always makes this whimper-sigh noise when he’s about to come...
A/N 1: This was written in stream-of-consciousness, deliberately disjointed and out of order. I hope it works. <3
Jared always makes this whimper-sigh noise when he’s about to come, and it’s the sexiest thing Jensen’s ever heard. It doesn’t matter if he has his dick in Jensen’s ass, his mouth, or his hand, or if Jensen’s thrusting into him, hard and deep. Jared stills, his dick growing impossibly harder, makes that noise, half Jensen’s name and half a breathless sigh, and comes. It’s almost Jensen’s favorite part. Almost. His favorite part is after, when Jared curls up beside him and kisses him, slow and soft.
*
They didn’t start out like this. They started out as costars and best friends. Jensen never let himself think about having anything more. Now he can’t imagine having anything less.
*
Their first time wasn’t spectacular or immediately mind-blowing. It was awkward and bordering on painful. Jensen nearly stopped it in the middle, just to put them both out of their misery. But then Jared cupped his cheek and rested their foreheads together, turned his thrusts sweet and gentle. Jensen realized it didn't matter how he had Jared, as long as he had him.
*
Jensen has a big bed, but Jared’s is bigger, has to be since he’s a fucking giant. Jensen loves to spread Jared out on his huge bed, skin glowing golden against the scarlet sheets, and look. Look and touch and taste. Get Jared begging and writhing and desperate to come. Bring him to the edge and pull back, over and over and over, before finally letting him go. Watch as his face goes slack and beautiful. Feel his body shake and tremble through his orgasm. He thinks, every time, this is mine. I get to have this. And wonders how he got so fucking lucky.
*
They’re better at keeping their hands off each other now, past that desperate gotta-have-him-now phase that led to reckless, sloppy sex in bar bathrooms and hurried handjobs in their trailers when they had five-minute breaks in filming. They’ve settled into something deeper now, something beyond definition or explanation. But there are times, certain things Jared does, that Jensen can’t ignore and get him rock hard. He attacks, straddles Jared’s lap or backs him against the wall. Jared will grunt and laugh in surprise, though he knows to expect it by now, and opens for Jensen’s kiss, tongues tangling in a familiar, heady dance.
*
Jensen has a thing for Jared’s hands. Sure and capable around prop guns on set. Gentle with the dogs or his niece. Curled around the back of his neck as they kiss, holding him tenderly, fingers edging into his hair. Large and gripped tight around Jensen’s dick, jacking him with just the right amount of pressure, sliding from the base to the tip, thumb grazing over the head to gather precome to ease the glide. Or slicked with lube as he stretches Jensen open with those long, slender fingers, crooking and thrusting at the perfect angle to stroke over his prostate, getting him ready slow and relentless.
*
It doesn’t happen as often as he’d like, but sometimes they manage to carve out enough time to shower together in the morning, after Jared’s run and before Clif shows up to take them to set. Jared goes to his knees in front of Jensen, presses him back against the cool blue tiles of the shower, and nuzzles the crease of Jensen’s hip. Jensen thrusts forward, breathing heavy, hands slipping into Jared’s dripping hair. Jared looks up at him with a wicked smile, then swallows him whole, nose brushing the hairs at the base of Jensen’s dick. The water turns cold while Jared works him over, sucking and licking, keeping him still with an arm across his hips. They usually don’t exactly concentrate on getting clean on those days, too preoccupied with other things. But Jensen’s loose and relaxed all day. Hits all his marks on the first take.
*
Jared’s mouth was made for him. Or made for sin. Jensen hasn’t decided yet. Maybe it’s both. He loves Jared’s smiles, from the happy, free one that shows off his dimples to the private one he only shares with Jensen. He loves when Jared pouts, sticking his bottom lip out and looking about five years old. He loves when Jared kisses him, from the slow, drugging kisses that last for hours to the brief brushes of Jared’s mouth over his forehead or cheek. He loves the feel of Jared’s mouth on his skin, hot and wet and searing, and thinks he could handle having this in his life forever.
*
Jared has this kink involving bending Jensen over the arm of the couch and taking him from behind, with very little prep and rough, erratic thrusts that rock Jensen against the smooth leather of the couch. Jared growls and bites the back of his neck, marking him with teeth and tongue and lips, and Jensen pushes back against him. It’s over fast, both of them too worked up to keep it soft or draw it out. Jensen comes all over the couch without Jared even touching his dick, Jared pulsing thick and heavy inside him.
*
Jensen stands in the kitchen, mug of coffee steaming in one hand as he watches the dogs chase each other around the backyard. Jared slides up behind him, wrapping arms around his waist and pressing a light kiss to his bare shoulder. He’s warm and solid, mouth perfect as it moves over his skin in a random pattern. It’s sleepy, nothing more complicated than this simple contact. Jensen hears what Jared’s saying without words- hey, good morning, I’m here, I love you- and replies in the same silent way. He leans back and threads his hands through Jared’s. Tips his head back to graze Jared’s jaw with his lips. Whatever else they do, whatever else happens in their lives, Jared will always be the best part of his.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1000
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 always makes this whimper-sigh noise when he’s about to come...
A/N 1: This was written in stream-of-consciousness, deliberately disjointed and out of order. I hope it works. <3
Jared always makes this whimper-sigh noise when he’s about to come, and it’s the sexiest thing Jensen’s ever heard. It doesn’t matter if he has his dick in Jensen’s ass, his mouth, or his hand, or if Jensen’s thrusting into him, hard and deep. Jared stills, his dick growing impossibly harder, makes that noise, half Jensen’s name and half a breathless sigh, and comes. It’s almost Jensen’s favorite part. Almost. His favorite part is after, when Jared curls up beside him and kisses him, slow and soft.
*
They didn’t start out like this. They started out as costars and best friends. Jensen never let himself think about having anything more. Now he can’t imagine having anything less.
*
Their first time wasn’t spectacular or immediately mind-blowing. It was awkward and bordering on painful. Jensen nearly stopped it in the middle, just to put them both out of their misery. But then Jared cupped his cheek and rested their foreheads together, turned his thrusts sweet and gentle. Jensen realized it didn't matter how he had Jared, as long as he had him.
*
Jensen has a big bed, but Jared’s is bigger, has to be since he’s a fucking giant. Jensen loves to spread Jared out on his huge bed, skin glowing golden against the scarlet sheets, and look. Look and touch and taste. Get Jared begging and writhing and desperate to come. Bring him to the edge and pull back, over and over and over, before finally letting him go. Watch as his face goes slack and beautiful. Feel his body shake and tremble through his orgasm. He thinks, every time, this is mine. I get to have this. And wonders how he got so fucking lucky.
*
They’re better at keeping their hands off each other now, past that desperate gotta-have-him-now phase that led to reckless, sloppy sex in bar bathrooms and hurried handjobs in their trailers when they had five-minute breaks in filming. They’ve settled into something deeper now, something beyond definition or explanation. But there are times, certain things Jared does, that Jensen can’t ignore and get him rock hard. He attacks, straddles Jared’s lap or backs him against the wall. Jared will grunt and laugh in surprise, though he knows to expect it by now, and opens for Jensen’s kiss, tongues tangling in a familiar, heady dance.
*
Jensen has a thing for Jared’s hands. Sure and capable around prop guns on set. Gentle with the dogs or his niece. Curled around the back of his neck as they kiss, holding him tenderly, fingers edging into his hair. Large and gripped tight around Jensen’s dick, jacking him with just the right amount of pressure, sliding from the base to the tip, thumb grazing over the head to gather precome to ease the glide. Or slicked with lube as he stretches Jensen open with those long, slender fingers, crooking and thrusting at the perfect angle to stroke over his prostate, getting him ready slow and relentless.
*
It doesn’t happen as often as he’d like, but sometimes they manage to carve out enough time to shower together in the morning, after Jared’s run and before Clif shows up to take them to set. Jared goes to his knees in front of Jensen, presses him back against the cool blue tiles of the shower, and nuzzles the crease of Jensen’s hip. Jensen thrusts forward, breathing heavy, hands slipping into Jared’s dripping hair. Jared looks up at him with a wicked smile, then swallows him whole, nose brushing the hairs at the base of Jensen’s dick. The water turns cold while Jared works him over, sucking and licking, keeping him still with an arm across his hips. They usually don’t exactly concentrate on getting clean on those days, too preoccupied with other things. But Jensen’s loose and relaxed all day. Hits all his marks on the first take.
*
Jared’s mouth was made for him. Or made for sin. Jensen hasn’t decided yet. Maybe it’s both. He loves Jared’s smiles, from the happy, free one that shows off his dimples to the private one he only shares with Jensen. He loves when Jared pouts, sticking his bottom lip out and looking about five years old. He loves when Jared kisses him, from the slow, drugging kisses that last for hours to the brief brushes of Jared’s mouth over his forehead or cheek. He loves the feel of Jared’s mouth on his skin, hot and wet and searing, and thinks he could handle having this in his life forever.
*
Jared has this kink involving bending Jensen over the arm of the couch and taking him from behind, with very little prep and rough, erratic thrusts that rock Jensen against the smooth leather of the couch. Jared growls and bites the back of his neck, marking him with teeth and tongue and lips, and Jensen pushes back against him. It’s over fast, both of them too worked up to keep it soft or draw it out. Jensen comes all over the couch without Jared even touching his dick, Jared pulsing thick and heavy inside him.
*
Jensen stands in the kitchen, mug of coffee steaming in one hand as he watches the dogs chase each other around the backyard. Jared slides up behind him, wrapping arms around his waist and pressing a light kiss to his bare shoulder. He’s warm and solid, mouth perfect as it moves over his skin in a random pattern. It’s sleepy, nothing more complicated than this simple contact. Jensen hears what Jared’s saying without words- hey, good morning, I’m here, I love you- and replies in the same silent way. He leans back and threads his hands through Jared’s. Tips his head back to graze Jared’s jaw with his lips. Whatever else they do, whatever else happens in their lives, Jared will always be the best part of his.