Fic: A Mark of Forever
Title: A Mark of Forever
Author: hd_obsession
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Tattoos. And Schmoop ;)
Word Count: 1369
Summary: Jensen wants Jared to remember who he belongs to.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
Jared didn’t know what drove him to do this, to sit here in the chair, laid back with shirt up around his chest and jeans pulled low beneath his hip. Actually, that’s a lie. He knows exactly what prompted him to do this, the sexy voice of Jensen.
“Mine,” Jensen murmured against Jared’s hip as he sucked and licked the area until it turned a dusky pink.”
“Yours, Jensen, only yours,” Jared agreed, moaning and writhing under the talented tongue. Jensen nodded in approval before slithering up Jared’s body, stopping at various parts to suck another mark onto Jared’s flushed skin.
“Why not just get a branding iron Jen?” Jared groaned, as he arched as each mark was made. Jensen looked up at him and a burst of heat flashed through the already darkened eyes, “You know I just might. That way you know who you belong to. Because with you flirting with everyone is sight, it sure doesn’t seem like it.”
Jared shivered at the possessiveness in Jensen’s tone, “Jen, one person! It was Jeff, you know he doesn’t mean anything to me. I was just playing around, we do that all the time!” Jared tried to argue. Jensen just looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What else do you do all the time with him Jay? You do what we do?”
Jared gaped at him, “What? Of course not!”
Jensen just smiled and leaned up to kiss him, tongue delving inside Jared’s open mouth, licking every other hint of flavor out until it’s just Jared. Jensen in full control, Jared’s tongue not even fighting, just accepting that Jensen had taken over.
Jensen leaned back, “Let’s keep it that way baby.”
“What do you want me to do?” Jared asked, getting a bit petulant. “Want me to tattoo my ass with your name?”
Again that spark of heat flitted through Jensen’s eyes like he was considering it, which in turn made Jared consider it.
“Maybe. Would you get that for me?” Jensen asked him, playful yet with heat, like he would like that more than anything. “Maybe,” Jared replied, and yeah, Jared didn’t think he’d mind if the look in Jensen’s eyes was anything to go by.
Thus, his predicament. On one hand, he was more than happy to do this for Jensen, on the other? Pain. Jared and pain did not mesh well; he was a huge wuss to be completely honest.
The tattoo artist touched the tip of the needle to the tender area of Jared’s hip and he flinched in response, eyes darting to where Jensen was standing. Jensen was too busy looking at the exposed skin and at the ink being tattooed onto Jared’s skin.
Jensen was sitting up in bed reading a book. His hair was mussed and spiky and he had glasses on and he looked so comfortable and so gorgeous that Jared couldn’t help but walk over to the bed and lean down to kiss him.
“Mmm, not that I mind, but what brought that on?” Jensen asked, smiling the grin that was reserved for Jared. Jared bit his lip, wondering how he should tell Jensen. He knew Jensen would be all for the idea, but still…
“Nothing. You looking gorgeous, as usual.”
Jensen looked down and blushed so prettily that Jared had to kiss him again. He leaned back and sat next to Jensen. “So, I was thinking.” Jared rushed on before Jensen could make a quip like he did every time Jared said that, “about what we talked about last week.”
“Umm Jay, we talked about a lot last week.”
Jared huffed indignantly, “If you’re going to be a smart ass, I’m not going to tell you.”
Jensen put the book down and put up his hands in surrender and prompted Jared, “Ok, you were thinking…”
“Aboutgettingatatoo,” Jared mumbled quickly, looking down and not meeting Jensen’s eyes.”
Jensen was silent for a little bit before putting a finger under Jared’s chin and raising it to meet Jensen’s eyes, “About getting a tattoo? Jay, you know you don’t have to. I was just teasing you baby.”
“I know, but I want to. I want to be yours, want anyone that sees to know,” Jared said, whispering that last part and looking down again.
Jared heard Jensen’s sharp intake of breath and Jared looked up to see Jensen’s eyes darkened because of Jared’s words.
“Ok, did you know what you wanted and where?” he asked, his words shaking a little with lust.
Jared tugged his shirt up a little and pointed at his right hip, “I was thinking here and I was also thinking two J’s intertwined in some way, but I kinda wanted to ask you first.”
Jensen reached a thumb out to brush against Jared’s hip, rubbing it across where the tattoo would hopefully be.
“As much as I like that, there are many other J’s besides me Jared,” Jensen started mumbling “Jeff for one,” under his breath.
Jared had to smile at that. Jensen was still a little upset over the whole ‘Jeff’s my boyfriend’ debacle at the awards.
“See, that’s why I wanted to ask you,” Jared told Jensen, “to help me choose.”
Jared was rapidly hardening under the lustful gaze of Jensen, blushing because seriously? The tattoo guy luckily ignored that not so little problem and Jared tried to glare a little at Jensen, but couldn’t. Thankfully, he was forgetting about the pain of the tattoo and focusing more on the heat in Jensen’s eyes.
And yeah, Jensen was a genius.
The man finished, wiping the area clean and bandaging it up. “Ok you’re done. Remove the bandage after one hour. Wash it gently with mild soap and rinse it. Pat it dry and let it just air out. Apply a very thin layer of ointment, not too much, and rub it in. Don’t mess with it too much so it can heal completely ok?” The artist told him. Jared just nodded, taking in all that information.
“Go pay the girl up front and she’ll give you some ointment as well. Thank you and come again to Sacred Heart tattoo.”
Jared thanked him and pulled his jeans up just a little bit and his shirt down. He got off the chair with Jensen pulling him up and went up to the front desk, hard on softening a little bit, and with Jensen walking alongside him.
When they reached the counter, Jensen took out his wallet before Jared could. Jared raised his eyebrow in question,
“My treat, it is going to be for me after all,” Jensen said, voice low and Jared had to suppress a shiver at the intensity of that voice.
* * * * *
It had been a long two weeks. Jensen refused to touch any area of Jared’s hip for fear of messing with the healing process and that was Jared’s favorite area to be touched and he knew it was Jensen’s favorite are to kiss. It was pure torture! But finally, it had been two weeks and Jensen was getting reacquainted with his beloved spot.
He licked at sucked around the black ink before licking over the letters slowly. First the J. Then the R. Then the A. And then doing it over and over again, Jared squirming beneath him, twisting this way and that, to try to get Jensen to do more but Jensen refused. He ignored Jared’s hardened member in favor of licking and sucking the tattoo.
“Still can’t believe you got my initials on your skin for me. So hot baby. So gorgeous and marked with my name and all fucking mine.”
Jared gasped at the reverence and awe and passion in Jensen’s voice, “All yours Jen. Only yours.” Jared grinned at him, “Have fun playing with my tattoo tonight Jen. Because tomorrow, it’s my turn to play with yours.” Jared was imagining doing the same thing to the J T P adorning Jensen’s hip in the same spot. “I can’t believe you did it too,” Jared said with something akin to wonder.
Jensen just smiled at him, “That’s because I’m yours too, you know. Forever.”
Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was, “Yeah Jen, forever.”
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Author: hd_obsession
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Tattoos. And Schmoop ;)
Word Count: 1369
Summary: Jensen wants Jared to remember who he belongs to.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
Jared didn’t know what drove him to do this, to sit here in the chair, laid back with shirt up around his chest and jeans pulled low beneath his hip. Actually, that’s a lie. He knows exactly what prompted him to do this, the sexy voice of Jensen.
“Mine,” Jensen murmured against Jared’s hip as he sucked and licked the area until it turned a dusky pink.”
“Yours, Jensen, only yours,” Jared agreed, moaning and writhing under the talented tongue. Jensen nodded in approval before slithering up Jared’s body, stopping at various parts to suck another mark onto Jared’s flushed skin.
“Why not just get a branding iron Jen?” Jared groaned, as he arched as each mark was made. Jensen looked up at him and a burst of heat flashed through the already darkened eyes, “You know I just might. That way you know who you belong to. Because with you flirting with everyone is sight, it sure doesn’t seem like it.”
Jared shivered at the possessiveness in Jensen’s tone, “Jen, one person! It was Jeff, you know he doesn’t mean anything to me. I was just playing around, we do that all the time!” Jared tried to argue. Jensen just looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What else do you do all the time with him Jay? You do what we do?”
Jared gaped at him, “What? Of course not!”
Jensen just smiled and leaned up to kiss him, tongue delving inside Jared’s open mouth, licking every other hint of flavor out until it’s just Jared. Jensen in full control, Jared’s tongue not even fighting, just accepting that Jensen had taken over.
Jensen leaned back, “Let’s keep it that way baby.”
“What do you want me to do?” Jared asked, getting a bit petulant. “Want me to tattoo my ass with your name?”
Again that spark of heat flitted through Jensen’s eyes like he was considering it, which in turn made Jared consider it.
“Maybe. Would you get that for me?” Jensen asked him, playful yet with heat, like he would like that more than anything. “Maybe,” Jared replied, and yeah, Jared didn’t think he’d mind if the look in Jensen’s eyes was anything to go by.
Thus, his predicament. On one hand, he was more than happy to do this for Jensen, on the other? Pain. Jared and pain did not mesh well; he was a huge wuss to be completely honest.
The tattoo artist touched the tip of the needle to the tender area of Jared’s hip and he flinched in response, eyes darting to where Jensen was standing. Jensen was too busy looking at the exposed skin and at the ink being tattooed onto Jared’s skin.
Jensen was sitting up in bed reading a book. His hair was mussed and spiky and he had glasses on and he looked so comfortable and so gorgeous that Jared couldn’t help but walk over to the bed and lean down to kiss him.
“Mmm, not that I mind, but what brought that on?” Jensen asked, smiling the grin that was reserved for Jared. Jared bit his lip, wondering how he should tell Jensen. He knew Jensen would be all for the idea, but still…
“Nothing. You looking gorgeous, as usual.”
Jensen looked down and blushed so prettily that Jared had to kiss him again. He leaned back and sat next to Jensen. “So, I was thinking.” Jared rushed on before Jensen could make a quip like he did every time Jared said that, “about what we talked about last week.”
“Umm Jay, we talked about a lot last week.”
Jared huffed indignantly, “If you’re going to be a smart ass, I’m not going to tell you.”
Jensen put the book down and put up his hands in surrender and prompted Jared, “Ok, you were thinking…”
“Aboutgettingatatoo,” Jared mumbled quickly, looking down and not meeting Jensen’s eyes.”
Jensen was silent for a little bit before putting a finger under Jared’s chin and raising it to meet Jensen’s eyes, “About getting a tattoo? Jay, you know you don’t have to. I was just teasing you baby.”
“I know, but I want to. I want to be yours, want anyone that sees to know,” Jared said, whispering that last part and looking down again.
Jared heard Jensen’s sharp intake of breath and Jared looked up to see Jensen’s eyes darkened because of Jared’s words.
“Ok, did you know what you wanted and where?” he asked, his words shaking a little with lust.
Jared tugged his shirt up a little and pointed at his right hip, “I was thinking here and I was also thinking two J’s intertwined in some way, but I kinda wanted to ask you first.”
Jensen reached a thumb out to brush against Jared’s hip, rubbing it across where the tattoo would hopefully be.
“As much as I like that, there are many other J’s besides me Jared,” Jensen started mumbling “Jeff for one,” under his breath.
Jared had to smile at that. Jensen was still a little upset over the whole ‘Jeff’s my boyfriend’ debacle at the awards.
“See, that’s why I wanted to ask you,” Jared told Jensen, “to help me choose.”
Jared was rapidly hardening under the lustful gaze of Jensen, blushing because seriously? The tattoo guy luckily ignored that not so little problem and Jared tried to glare a little at Jensen, but couldn’t. Thankfully, he was forgetting about the pain of the tattoo and focusing more on the heat in Jensen’s eyes.
And yeah, Jensen was a genius.
The man finished, wiping the area clean and bandaging it up. “Ok you’re done. Remove the bandage after one hour. Wash it gently with mild soap and rinse it. Pat it dry and let it just air out. Apply a very thin layer of ointment, not too much, and rub it in. Don’t mess with it too much so it can heal completely ok?” The artist told him. Jared just nodded, taking in all that information.
“Go pay the girl up front and she’ll give you some ointment as well. Thank you and come again to Sacred Heart tattoo.”
Jared thanked him and pulled his jeans up just a little bit and his shirt down. He got off the chair with Jensen pulling him up and went up to the front desk, hard on softening a little bit, and with Jensen walking alongside him.
When they reached the counter, Jensen took out his wallet before Jared could. Jared raised his eyebrow in question,
“My treat, it is going to be for me after all,” Jensen said, voice low and Jared had to suppress a shiver at the intensity of that voice.
* * * * *
It had been a long two weeks. Jensen refused to touch any area of Jared’s hip for fear of messing with the healing process and that was Jared’s favorite area to be touched and he knew it was Jensen’s favorite are to kiss. It was pure torture! But finally, it had been two weeks and Jensen was getting reacquainted with his beloved spot.
He licked at sucked around the black ink before licking over the letters slowly. First the J. Then the R. Then the A. And then doing it over and over again, Jared squirming beneath him, twisting this way and that, to try to get Jensen to do more but Jensen refused. He ignored Jared’s hardened member in favor of licking and sucking the tattoo.
“Still can’t believe you got my initials on your skin for me. So hot baby. So gorgeous and marked with my name and all fucking mine.”
Jared gasped at the reverence and awe and passion in Jensen’s voice, “All yours Jen. Only yours.” Jared grinned at him, “Have fun playing with my tattoo tonight Jen. Because tomorrow, it’s my turn to play with yours.” Jared was imagining doing the same thing to the J T P adorning Jensen’s hip in the same spot. “I can’t believe you did it too,” Jared said with something akin to wonder.
Jensen just smiled at him, “That’s because I’m yours too, you know. Forever.”
Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was, “Yeah Jen, forever.”
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