His breathing is music (1/1) -- And when we kiss verse
i think this is a personal record for me, smut-wise. not sure i've ever written anything this long that is purely fodder. yee!
title is from a song by the everyday visuals: "her breathing is music," as seen here.
his breathing is music, 1/1 (and when we kiss 'verse)
nc17 for sex!;
j2 college au;
3000 words (OF PORN)
set two weeks from the end of and when we kiss. jared's over jensen's, helping him with his paper, and well. they haven’t played quite like this, yet.
Jensen lies on his bed, head propped against the pillows as he reads through a journal article on protein interactions. He’s still digging for something to use in his thesis, which is now in its fourth re-write, because his professor thinks it’s too involved.
Jared lies on the bed opposite to him, head at the footboard, bare ankles under Jensen’s pillow. He’s lying on a hip, pressed into Jensen’s side, arm slung over Jensen’s bare feet while he proof-reads the latest section of Jensen’s paper.
Jensen isn’t gonna be the one to say anything, because it’s only been two weeks, but this feels really, really nice.
Jared’s hard; Jensen can feel it pressed tight against his outer thigh. It feels good, hot and insistent at the back of his mind while he works. They both ignore it, except that once in a while Jared will nose Jensen’s toes and then bite the curve of his instep, and Jensen will jolt in surprise, thigh shoving into Jared, and Jared will roll his hips against Jensen and bite his lip on a sigh.
“These citations are terrible, Jen,” Jared says, throwing a thigh over Jensen’s lap and hitching his hips into Jensen’s leg. “Who do you think you’re presenting this to? The Vic defensive line? Seriously. Why don’t you crack that APA manual once in a while.” He squints toward Jensen’s desk, adds: “Is it still shrink-wrapped over there?”
“You’re hilarious,” Jensen says, not looking up. “Think I might be a little too pre-occupied with explaining molecular genetics to worry about period placement? Maybe?”
“Hey, whatever. Just letting you know that you suck. It’s your grade.”
Jensen rolls his eyes, but Jared’s right, and Jensen will fix them later, after Jared’s gone.
Jared flips a page and shifts on the bed again. His leg tightens over Jensen’s lap, pressing tight and dragging with hot friction and Jensen closes his eyes for a moment, inviting the dizzying feeling to bloom upward.
When he opens his eyes, Jared is staring at him.
“I’m done,” Jared says, gesturing with the draft in his hands. “It’s really good, Jensen. Not as bad as - ”
Jensen presses a hand against Jared’s backside, silencing him. He traces down into the middle curve with the L of his thumb and fingers, pressing hard and deep with the line of his hand. Jared tenses, muscles tightening as Jensen follows the line with his thumb, digging into the denim and making Jared squirm.
“Jen,” he bites off sharply, staring.
Jensen burrows his hand against Jared’s entrance, digs at the length of his hand against it; pressing, knuckling at it. Jared presses his face against the tops of Jensen’s feet, eyes closing, leg tightening over Jensen’s stomach as he ruts his dick hard into Jensen’s hip in response. Jared’s breath is hot and wet against Jensen’s foot.
They haven’t played quite like this, yet.
Jared doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask for anything, just rocks silently into Jensen’s side as Jensen digs hard, breath held, against the denim stretched tight across his ass.
Jensen uses two fingers then, pressing right into Jared and Jared finally makes a stuttering murmur, clenching, pushing back, and then slapping his hand down over Jensen’s dick.
Jensen freezes, because Jared’s touched him a few times before, has made him come with agonizingly slow and exploratory touches, but this. Jensen’s fingers are pressing so hard into the cleft of Jared’s ass that it’s painful. Jensen’s knuckles are white, his wrist hurts from how hard he’s been pressing just to get past the dense fabric.
Jared’s hot palm shoving at him through his jeans says, give me this, and, put it there.
Jensen puts a hand over Jared’s and shoves his hips up into their palms. Jared’s fingers curl beneath his, squeezing. It makes Jensen’s jaw drop on a hinged breath. It’s good. He’s ready. He presses the heel of his hand into Jared’s and Jared gets it, does the same, grinds his palm down hard into the front of Jensen’s jeans almost to the point of pain, but Jensen takes it, holds him there, just grinds up into it, the other hand dug into Jared’s muscled ass and squeezing.
“Um,” Jared says, voice hoarse, teeth digging into the curve of Jensen’s foot.
Jensen unbuttons his jeans.
Jared’s up so fast the mattress jostles beneath them. He claws at Jensen’s shirt, and Jensen lets him. Then he edges up and over Jensen, rips Jensen’s jeans over his thighs, and sinks his mouth down over him. Jensen’s back bows, shoulders bunching as he gasps and digs fingers into Jared’s hair to keep him down. He rocks his hips, feeling Jared’s tongue against him, tensing, sucking and taking him. It’s hot and tight, Jensen’s stomach trembling with unbreathed breaths. A clawing sensation of need spikes in Jensen’s blood, a need to fuck so hard he’s boneless and begging, and his fingers hid into Jared’s hair, tearing at it, pulling it, with the effort it takes to keep it all inside.
He makes a sound. He can’t help it. It’s small. Jared growls in response, shoves an arm underneath his hips and pulls him deeper. Jensen shouts helplessly, pounding reflexively into Jared’s mouth before locking down again. His thighs burn, tight with control, trying not to wrap around Jared’s head and hold him down there.
That, that. Would be over in a fucking hurry.
The jeans are restrictive. Jared’s chin is red and chafed from rubbing against the denim as he sucks down Jensen’s dick, hard and fast as his swollen mouth will allow. The jeans don’t pose a problem until Jared’s got his hand worked down the back of them, two fingers pushing into Jensen’s ass and scissoring. Jensen jerks and kicks out clumsily, bound by the denim caught tight around his chafing thighs.
“Fuck, Jay, stop for a second,” Jensen begs, hands pushing at Jared’s face, and then tugging fruitlessly at his jeans.
Jared hovers over him, panting, yanking his tee-shirt up over dark eyes. He wipes messily at his slick red face, smearing spit and pre-come across his cheeks.
Jensen huffs, pissy while Jared just watches him struggle, and then he’s shouting because Jared is rough-housing him onto his stomach, pulling Jensen up against his thighs, and shoving the jeans to Jensen’s knees.
“Better?” Jared asks, bowed over Jensen’s back, dick pressed against his ass with sopping wet promise.
Jensen lays his head to the side, trying to catch his breath as he turns toward the voice at his ear. It’s husky, firm, and level. He winces, chest pounding with need, at the hot wet feel of Jared’s dick running between his tight muscles, toying, bucking against his ass. Jared’s chest is flush against his back and Jensen feels him dragging a hot mouth over his shoulder, sucking marks into his salty skin.
“God, shit, Jay. Feels like, I don’t even know.”
“I know,” Jared says, running hands along Jensen’s ribs. He stops at Jensen’s hips, and then pulls at Jensen hard, and his dick pounds against Jensen’s ass, and it rips a cry right out of Jensen’s throat.
Jared laughs, but it’s not quite a humorous sound as much as a reverberation of triumph.
Jensen shoves a blind, shaking hand between the mattress and the wall, digs around desperately, fingers seeking out something he left there days ago, blushing and hopeful. When he finds it, he gasps his relief and hands it back to Jared with a curse.
“I’ve never fucking wanted this as much as I do right fucking now, god help me, Jay, fuck,” Jensen says, head buried in his arms, breath coming short and fast.
“I know, Jesus fuck, Jen, god you’re so good, you feel so fucking good, I might fuck you and never fucking stop, god I just want to be in this,” Jared says, and his fingernails are digging into Jensen’s thighs, hands drifting to Jensen’s dick, circling, pushing into the sensitive skin there until Jensen begs again, and then Jared’s jerking him off fast and hard to illicit another surprised cry from Jensen.
“Fuck, Jay, fuck, man, don’t even talk, it feels so fucking good, do it, god, fuck me, fuck me please, please fuck me, don’t wait, I can’t even.”
“Jen, if you stop talking I’ll go crazy,” Jared says. He slams in.
Jensen groans long and loud, from his gut, the pain of it pulling a string of curses from deep down beyond where Jared’s hands grip and stroke him. Jared stays buried in, forehead pressed between Jensen’s shoulder blades. His tongue licks a hot wet stripe up to Jensen’s neck. Jared jerks him off slow, hips grinding in small hitches, until Jensen wants to scream, unable to spread his legs any further, to give it back as hard as he wants to.
“Fuck, these jeans, I’m going fucking nuts, Jay, it’s so good, but you need to give me more, fucking harder, and faster, just more, just fucking pound it okay? Like really fucking pound into it. Really. Really. Oh, shit.”
Jared arches up, does as he’s told, holds steady and fucks into Jensen so fast he can’t think straight. Jensen is beyond words at this point, his entire body shuddering at the force of Jared’s heavy-hitting hips; the most Jensen can do is dig fingernails into the bed and hold on tight.
Jared stops on a dime, freezes, completely still except for how hard his breath comes. He’s buried in, balls against Jensen’s ass, and Jensen lets some of the tension drain from his exhilarated muscles. His blood rushes and pounds, clamors for Jared to keep moving, but the heart-pounding swoops of his belly are beautiful and he holds himself off, feeling it intensify, burning bright-hot like a hungry fire.
Jared’s pulled off and is digging around at Jensen’s body again, man-handling him, shoving and pulling to get Jensen’s jeans off, finally, and Jensen’s ready to sob with relief when he feels his thighs being wrenched apart and spread hard. He tightens his hold in the sheets and nearly comes off the bed, knees liquefying beneath him, when Jared hauls him up and shoves a tongue between painfully spread muscles.
Jensen’s mouth falls open but aside from a long, high whine, nothing comes out. No words get formed. All there is, is to want. Want more, want to scream, want to die, want to rip at something until it’s torn apart. Jared’s tongue fucks into him and Jensen can’t even think beyond the sickeningly wet, slutty, dirty lurch in his stomach.
Jensen clenches around Jared, can’t help it, and Jared responds with a flicker of tongue that had Jensen twisting and bucking, letting off a string of profanities that only serve to encourage Jared; Jared simply locks Jensen’s legs down harder, uses one hand to spread him, and continues sucking at Jensen’s ass.
Jensen is a drooling slobbering red-faced mess, forearms bruised with bite marks, by the time Jared lets him go and shoves him away. Before Jensen can catch his breath he’s got Jared hauling him up into his lap, and this, despite the trembling legs, is something Jensen can do, because he’s so strung out with need that he’s happy to sink down onto Jared, back to Jared’s chest, and just move.
Jensen’s hips grind slow down onto Jared, and he can hear Jared let a groan fall out of his mouth. Jensen works hard, gripping the headboard for leverage, other hand moving fast and tight on his own dick. He can feel the sweat running down his back, can feel the way his lungs burn with the effort it takes to even breathe. And his body just wants to move harder.
Jensen feels Jared biting his neck; not something nice, not a love bite, not a sweet sucking kiss. He is fucking biting Jensen, teeth dug in, hot wet breaths hissing around the breaking skin. Jensen winces, and then gives a sharp protest - it fucking hurts - and Jared releases his mouth with a stuttered apology, licking the skin there and then latching on again when Jensen spreads wide and pounds down especially hard.
Jensen leans back, pulls Jared up with the crook of his elbow, and kisses him hard. His hips slow down, distracted, rocking close and deep, while Jared’s tongue is a heavy heat in his mouth. Jensen can’t help but bite at his lips, run his teeth up into Jared’s open mouth as it sucks hungrily against his. They fight over who’s kissing who, and they both win. Or neither of them. It doesn’t matter.
“This, um,” Jared says, pressing his face into the side of Jensen’s neck. “We could do this all fucking day.”
Jared’s hair is sweat-damp and sticking to Jensen’s jaw. Jensen presses against Jared’s chest and pushes hard onto Jared’s dick, letting a wave of heat break over him.
“You wanna?” Jensen says.
“I’d like to, you know, come. In your ass. Blow - blow my fucking load all over you. Something completely disgusting and filthy that’s gonna make you bitch at me later.”
“Yeah, let’s not quit while we’re ahead, right, let’s get some fucking an - animosity brewing again. Surefire way to piss me off is to come in my hair. I’ll fucking kill you, Jay, I swear. I don’t care how good it is.”
“I’ll remember that.”
He spreads a palm over the middle of Jensen’s back. Puts the other around Jensen’s waist. Then he shoves Jensen so hard it pops his shoulder and sends him sprawling onto his elbows on the floor. But Jared’s right behind him, bracing him against his chest, absorbing the impact.
“You fucking cunt,” Jensen grunts from under Jared’s weight.
“Shut up and take it like a slut,” Jared says, teeth edging along the shell of Jensen’s ear.
Jensen’s lips tremble silently with want.
Jared’s got Jensen’s wrists pinned to the floor, and Jensen is bunched tight, uncomfortably immobile beneath Jared. He feels Jared shifting easily inside him, sliding, pressing, teasing.
Then he feels Jared brace around him.
The shock of motion that rips into him, hard fast and silent, sends Jensen’s body into total lockdown. His veins are too filled with heat and light to feel anything; his skin is so hot it’s painful to touch; his muscles are so painfully tight he can’t imagine ever moving again. He is stunned into stillness, Jared pounding hard and deep into him, gritting out dirty words, telling Jensen to take it, like he has any fucking choice in the matter.
Jared growls an obscenity and he lets go of Jensen’s wrist to run a licked, sweaty palm over Jensen’s balls. Jensen’s eyes roll back and he whimpers Jared’s name, and it’s coming now, can’t be stopped, so he just says, “Fuck, yeah Jay, god, that’s it that’s almost it, come on, fuck, harder, fucking harder, please, Jay, shit.”
Jensen can feel him tense, feel the second Jared’s orgasm starts to creep up; his hips get crazy, losing their rhythm, just shoving desperately at Jensen in the hopes that they’ll hit something. Jared’s squeezing Jensen in a way that makes Jensen think he’s lost control or consciousness of his limbs, or both. It would hurt, if Jensen weren’t already so fucked out and dying for it.
Jared yells when he comes, hips shoving through it, into Jensen, wrist too tight and working too hard on Jensen’s dick. Jensen feels Jared’s full-body trembling as if it were his own, and it makes Jensen swell with that overpowering white-out feeling of need. He comes shaking and gasping against Jared’s prone form, which lies bowed over him and panting.
They lie together on the floor briefly, before Jared picks up his head and asks, “How did we get here?”
“You fucked me off the bed,” Jensen says.
Jared’s quiet. Then: “I am awesome.”
“All of my roommates just heard that.”
“Don’t start acting like a prude now, Jen,” Jared says, knuckling at Jensen’s head. “You were just begging for that.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Well, I’m just saying, that was awesome, and I hope you plan on giving it up quite a bit in our future.”
“Our future,” Jensen laughs.
“That shit just warmed your heart, didn’t it?”
“Shut up.”
Jared kisses softly over the sore mark throbbing at Jensen’s neck. His hands run lightly down Jensen’s trembling thighs, and Jensen lets a sigh drawl out of him. He could lay here like this, cramped and uncomfortable as he is, and let Jared touch him for the rest of the day.
Instead, he hauls Jared off the floor. They clean up; Jensen slides back into his boxers, watches with interest as Jared does the same. Jared catches his eyes momentarily and Jensen feels his insides flush. It feels awkward, somehow, and Jensen looks away, to the window.
Jared’s moving around, picking up his clothes, and Jensen has the powerful urge to rip them all away. Jared catches him staring again, and gives his best smile.
“Trying to figure out how to kick me out,” Jared says. “It’s cool, I’m going. I’ll call you later.”
Jensen winces. He’s got some work to do, if that’s the first thought that’s entering Jared’s head. He thinks, I’m a fucking idiot.
“Trying to figure out if it’s all right for me to ask you to stay a while,” Jensen says.
Jared looks at him then, carefully, before giving a small grin. “It’s all right,” he says.
“So?”
“So, you’ve got a lot of rewriting to do.”
Jensen watches as Jared piles all his stuff onto the desk and pulls the APA Manual - still shrink-wrapped - off the shelf. Jared rips off the plastic and brings it over to the bed, where he stretches out and pulls Jensen down with him.
“Chapter one,” Jared reads, arm pillowing Jensen’s head as he holds the book in front of them. “Organization of a Manuscript.”
“This is fucking romantic,” Jensen says.
“Wait till we get to editoral style. Then I really break out the big guns.”
title is from a song by the everyday visuals: "her breathing is music," as seen here.
his breathing is music, 1/1 (and when we kiss 'verse)
nc17 for sex!;
j2 college au;
3000 words (OF PORN)
set two weeks from the end of and when we kiss. jared's over jensen's, helping him with his paper, and well. they haven’t played quite like this, yet.
Jensen lies on his bed, head propped against the pillows as he reads through a journal article on protein interactions. He’s still digging for something to use in his thesis, which is now in its fourth re-write, because his professor thinks it’s too involved.
Jared lies on the bed opposite to him, head at the footboard, bare ankles under Jensen’s pillow. He’s lying on a hip, pressed into Jensen’s side, arm slung over Jensen’s bare feet while he proof-reads the latest section of Jensen’s paper.
Jensen isn’t gonna be the one to say anything, because it’s only been two weeks, but this feels really, really nice.
Jared’s hard; Jensen can feel it pressed tight against his outer thigh. It feels good, hot and insistent at the back of his mind while he works. They both ignore it, except that once in a while Jared will nose Jensen’s toes and then bite the curve of his instep, and Jensen will jolt in surprise, thigh shoving into Jared, and Jared will roll his hips against Jensen and bite his lip on a sigh.
“These citations are terrible, Jen,” Jared says, throwing a thigh over Jensen’s lap and hitching his hips into Jensen’s leg. “Who do you think you’re presenting this to? The Vic defensive line? Seriously. Why don’t you crack that APA manual once in a while.” He squints toward Jensen’s desk, adds: “Is it still shrink-wrapped over there?”
“You’re hilarious,” Jensen says, not looking up. “Think I might be a little too pre-occupied with explaining molecular genetics to worry about period placement? Maybe?”
“Hey, whatever. Just letting you know that you suck. It’s your grade.”
Jensen rolls his eyes, but Jared’s right, and Jensen will fix them later, after Jared’s gone.
Jared flips a page and shifts on the bed again. His leg tightens over Jensen’s lap, pressing tight and dragging with hot friction and Jensen closes his eyes for a moment, inviting the dizzying feeling to bloom upward.
When he opens his eyes, Jared is staring at him.
“I’m done,” Jared says, gesturing with the draft in his hands. “It’s really good, Jensen. Not as bad as - ”
Jensen presses a hand against Jared’s backside, silencing him. He traces down into the middle curve with the L of his thumb and fingers, pressing hard and deep with the line of his hand. Jared tenses, muscles tightening as Jensen follows the line with his thumb, digging into the denim and making Jared squirm.
“Jen,” he bites off sharply, staring.
Jensen burrows his hand against Jared’s entrance, digs at the length of his hand against it; pressing, knuckling at it. Jared presses his face against the tops of Jensen’s feet, eyes closing, leg tightening over Jensen’s stomach as he ruts his dick hard into Jensen’s hip in response. Jared’s breath is hot and wet against Jensen’s foot.
They haven’t played quite like this, yet.
Jared doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask for anything, just rocks silently into Jensen’s side as Jensen digs hard, breath held, against the denim stretched tight across his ass.
Jensen uses two fingers then, pressing right into Jared and Jared finally makes a stuttering murmur, clenching, pushing back, and then slapping his hand down over Jensen’s dick.
Jensen freezes, because Jared’s touched him a few times before, has made him come with agonizingly slow and exploratory touches, but this. Jensen’s fingers are pressing so hard into the cleft of Jared’s ass that it’s painful. Jensen’s knuckles are white, his wrist hurts from how hard he’s been pressing just to get past the dense fabric.
Jared’s hot palm shoving at him through his jeans says, give me this, and, put it there.
Jensen puts a hand over Jared’s and shoves his hips up into their palms. Jared’s fingers curl beneath his, squeezing. It makes Jensen’s jaw drop on a hinged breath. It’s good. He’s ready. He presses the heel of his hand into Jared’s and Jared gets it, does the same, grinds his palm down hard into the front of Jensen’s jeans almost to the point of pain, but Jensen takes it, holds him there, just grinds up into it, the other hand dug into Jared’s muscled ass and squeezing.
“Um,” Jared says, voice hoarse, teeth digging into the curve of Jensen’s foot.
Jensen unbuttons his jeans.
Jared’s up so fast the mattress jostles beneath them. He claws at Jensen’s shirt, and Jensen lets him. Then he edges up and over Jensen, rips Jensen’s jeans over his thighs, and sinks his mouth down over him. Jensen’s back bows, shoulders bunching as he gasps and digs fingers into Jared’s hair to keep him down. He rocks his hips, feeling Jared’s tongue against him, tensing, sucking and taking him. It’s hot and tight, Jensen’s stomach trembling with unbreathed breaths. A clawing sensation of need spikes in Jensen’s blood, a need to fuck so hard he’s boneless and begging, and his fingers hid into Jared’s hair, tearing at it, pulling it, with the effort it takes to keep it all inside.
He makes a sound. He can’t help it. It’s small. Jared growls in response, shoves an arm underneath his hips and pulls him deeper. Jensen shouts helplessly, pounding reflexively into Jared’s mouth before locking down again. His thighs burn, tight with control, trying not to wrap around Jared’s head and hold him down there.
That, that. Would be over in a fucking hurry.
The jeans are restrictive. Jared’s chin is red and chafed from rubbing against the denim as he sucks down Jensen’s dick, hard and fast as his swollen mouth will allow. The jeans don’t pose a problem until Jared’s got his hand worked down the back of them, two fingers pushing into Jensen’s ass and scissoring. Jensen jerks and kicks out clumsily, bound by the denim caught tight around his chafing thighs.
“Fuck, Jay, stop for a second,” Jensen begs, hands pushing at Jared’s face, and then tugging fruitlessly at his jeans.
Jared hovers over him, panting, yanking his tee-shirt up over dark eyes. He wipes messily at his slick red face, smearing spit and pre-come across his cheeks.
Jensen huffs, pissy while Jared just watches him struggle, and then he’s shouting because Jared is rough-housing him onto his stomach, pulling Jensen up against his thighs, and shoving the jeans to Jensen’s knees.
“Better?” Jared asks, bowed over Jensen’s back, dick pressed against his ass with sopping wet promise.
Jensen lays his head to the side, trying to catch his breath as he turns toward the voice at his ear. It’s husky, firm, and level. He winces, chest pounding with need, at the hot wet feel of Jared’s dick running between his tight muscles, toying, bucking against his ass. Jared’s chest is flush against his back and Jensen feels him dragging a hot mouth over his shoulder, sucking marks into his salty skin.
“God, shit, Jay. Feels like, I don’t even know.”
“I know,” Jared says, running hands along Jensen’s ribs. He stops at Jensen’s hips, and then pulls at Jensen hard, and his dick pounds against Jensen’s ass, and it rips a cry right out of Jensen’s throat.
Jared laughs, but it’s not quite a humorous sound as much as a reverberation of triumph.
Jensen shoves a blind, shaking hand between the mattress and the wall, digs around desperately, fingers seeking out something he left there days ago, blushing and hopeful. When he finds it, he gasps his relief and hands it back to Jared with a curse.
“I’ve never fucking wanted this as much as I do right fucking now, god help me, Jay, fuck,” Jensen says, head buried in his arms, breath coming short and fast.
“I know, Jesus fuck, Jen, god you’re so good, you feel so fucking good, I might fuck you and never fucking stop, god I just want to be in this,” Jared says, and his fingernails are digging into Jensen’s thighs, hands drifting to Jensen’s dick, circling, pushing into the sensitive skin there until Jensen begs again, and then Jared’s jerking him off fast and hard to illicit another surprised cry from Jensen.
“Fuck, Jay, fuck, man, don’t even talk, it feels so fucking good, do it, god, fuck me, fuck me please, please fuck me, don’t wait, I can’t even.”
“Jen, if you stop talking I’ll go crazy,” Jared says. He slams in.
Jensen groans long and loud, from his gut, the pain of it pulling a string of curses from deep down beyond where Jared’s hands grip and stroke him. Jared stays buried in, forehead pressed between Jensen’s shoulder blades. His tongue licks a hot wet stripe up to Jensen’s neck. Jared jerks him off slow, hips grinding in small hitches, until Jensen wants to scream, unable to spread his legs any further, to give it back as hard as he wants to.
“Fuck, these jeans, I’m going fucking nuts, Jay, it’s so good, but you need to give me more, fucking harder, and faster, just more, just fucking pound it okay? Like really fucking pound into it. Really. Really. Oh, shit.”
Jared arches up, does as he’s told, holds steady and fucks into Jensen so fast he can’t think straight. Jensen is beyond words at this point, his entire body shuddering at the force of Jared’s heavy-hitting hips; the most Jensen can do is dig fingernails into the bed and hold on tight.
Jared stops on a dime, freezes, completely still except for how hard his breath comes. He’s buried in, balls against Jensen’s ass, and Jensen lets some of the tension drain from his exhilarated muscles. His blood rushes and pounds, clamors for Jared to keep moving, but the heart-pounding swoops of his belly are beautiful and he holds himself off, feeling it intensify, burning bright-hot like a hungry fire.
Jared’s pulled off and is digging around at Jensen’s body again, man-handling him, shoving and pulling to get Jensen’s jeans off, finally, and Jensen’s ready to sob with relief when he feels his thighs being wrenched apart and spread hard. He tightens his hold in the sheets and nearly comes off the bed, knees liquefying beneath him, when Jared hauls him up and shoves a tongue between painfully spread muscles.
Jensen’s mouth falls open but aside from a long, high whine, nothing comes out. No words get formed. All there is, is to want. Want more, want to scream, want to die, want to rip at something until it’s torn apart. Jared’s tongue fucks into him and Jensen can’t even think beyond the sickeningly wet, slutty, dirty lurch in his stomach.
Jensen clenches around Jared, can’t help it, and Jared responds with a flicker of tongue that had Jensen twisting and bucking, letting off a string of profanities that only serve to encourage Jared; Jared simply locks Jensen’s legs down harder, uses one hand to spread him, and continues sucking at Jensen’s ass.
Jensen is a drooling slobbering red-faced mess, forearms bruised with bite marks, by the time Jared lets him go and shoves him away. Before Jensen can catch his breath he’s got Jared hauling him up into his lap, and this, despite the trembling legs, is something Jensen can do, because he’s so strung out with need that he’s happy to sink down onto Jared, back to Jared’s chest, and just move.
Jensen’s hips grind slow down onto Jared, and he can hear Jared let a groan fall out of his mouth. Jensen works hard, gripping the headboard for leverage, other hand moving fast and tight on his own dick. He can feel the sweat running down his back, can feel the way his lungs burn with the effort it takes to even breathe. And his body just wants to move harder.
Jensen feels Jared biting his neck; not something nice, not a love bite, not a sweet sucking kiss. He is fucking biting Jensen, teeth dug in, hot wet breaths hissing around the breaking skin. Jensen winces, and then gives a sharp protest - it fucking hurts - and Jared releases his mouth with a stuttered apology, licking the skin there and then latching on again when Jensen spreads wide and pounds down especially hard.
Jensen leans back, pulls Jared up with the crook of his elbow, and kisses him hard. His hips slow down, distracted, rocking close and deep, while Jared’s tongue is a heavy heat in his mouth. Jensen can’t help but bite at his lips, run his teeth up into Jared’s open mouth as it sucks hungrily against his. They fight over who’s kissing who, and they both win. Or neither of them. It doesn’t matter.
“This, um,” Jared says, pressing his face into the side of Jensen’s neck. “We could do this all fucking day.”
Jared’s hair is sweat-damp and sticking to Jensen’s jaw. Jensen presses against Jared’s chest and pushes hard onto Jared’s dick, letting a wave of heat break over him.
“You wanna?” Jensen says.
“I’d like to, you know, come. In your ass. Blow - blow my fucking load all over you. Something completely disgusting and filthy that’s gonna make you bitch at me later.”
“Yeah, let’s not quit while we’re ahead, right, let’s get some fucking an - animosity brewing again. Surefire way to piss me off is to come in my hair. I’ll fucking kill you, Jay, I swear. I don’t care how good it is.”
“I’ll remember that.”
He spreads a palm over the middle of Jensen’s back. Puts the other around Jensen’s waist. Then he shoves Jensen so hard it pops his shoulder and sends him sprawling onto his elbows on the floor. But Jared’s right behind him, bracing him against his chest, absorbing the impact.
“You fucking cunt,” Jensen grunts from under Jared’s weight.
“Shut up and take it like a slut,” Jared says, teeth edging along the shell of Jensen’s ear.
Jensen’s lips tremble silently with want.
Jared’s got Jensen’s wrists pinned to the floor, and Jensen is bunched tight, uncomfortably immobile beneath Jared. He feels Jared shifting easily inside him, sliding, pressing, teasing.
Then he feels Jared brace around him.
The shock of motion that rips into him, hard fast and silent, sends Jensen’s body into total lockdown. His veins are too filled with heat and light to feel anything; his skin is so hot it’s painful to touch; his muscles are so painfully tight he can’t imagine ever moving again. He is stunned into stillness, Jared pounding hard and deep into him, gritting out dirty words, telling Jensen to take it, like he has any fucking choice in the matter.
Jared growls an obscenity and he lets go of Jensen’s wrist to run a licked, sweaty palm over Jensen’s balls. Jensen’s eyes roll back and he whimpers Jared’s name, and it’s coming now, can’t be stopped, so he just says, “Fuck, yeah Jay, god, that’s it that’s almost it, come on, fuck, harder, fucking harder, please, Jay, shit.”
Jensen can feel him tense, feel the second Jared’s orgasm starts to creep up; his hips get crazy, losing their rhythm, just shoving desperately at Jensen in the hopes that they’ll hit something. Jared’s squeezing Jensen in a way that makes Jensen think he’s lost control or consciousness of his limbs, or both. It would hurt, if Jensen weren’t already so fucked out and dying for it.
Jared yells when he comes, hips shoving through it, into Jensen, wrist too tight and working too hard on Jensen’s dick. Jensen feels Jared’s full-body trembling as if it were his own, and it makes Jensen swell with that overpowering white-out feeling of need. He comes shaking and gasping against Jared’s prone form, which lies bowed over him and panting.
They lie together on the floor briefly, before Jared picks up his head and asks, “How did we get here?”
“You fucked me off the bed,” Jensen says.
Jared’s quiet. Then: “I am awesome.”
“All of my roommates just heard that.”
“Don’t start acting like a prude now, Jen,” Jared says, knuckling at Jensen’s head. “You were just begging for that.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Well, I’m just saying, that was awesome, and I hope you plan on giving it up quite a bit in our future.”
“Our future,” Jensen laughs.
“That shit just warmed your heart, didn’t it?”
“Shut up.”
Jared kisses softly over the sore mark throbbing at Jensen’s neck. His hands run lightly down Jensen’s trembling thighs, and Jensen lets a sigh drawl out of him. He could lay here like this, cramped and uncomfortable as he is, and let Jared touch him for the rest of the day.
Instead, he hauls Jared off the floor. They clean up; Jensen slides back into his boxers, watches with interest as Jared does the same. Jared catches his eyes momentarily and Jensen feels his insides flush. It feels awkward, somehow, and Jensen looks away, to the window.
Jared’s moving around, picking up his clothes, and Jensen has the powerful urge to rip them all away. Jared catches him staring again, and gives his best smile.
“Trying to figure out how to kick me out,” Jared says. “It’s cool, I’m going. I’ll call you later.”
Jensen winces. He’s got some work to do, if that’s the first thought that’s entering Jared’s head. He thinks, I’m a fucking idiot.
“Trying to figure out if it’s all right for me to ask you to stay a while,” Jensen says.
Jared looks at him then, carefully, before giving a small grin. “It’s all right,” he says.
“So?”
“So, you’ve got a lot of rewriting to do.”
Jensen watches as Jared piles all his stuff onto the desk and pulls the APA Manual - still shrink-wrapped - off the shelf. Jared rips off the plastic and brings it over to the bed, where he stretches out and pulls Jensen down with him.
“Chapter one,” Jared reads, arm pillowing Jensen’s head as he holds the book in front of them. “Organization of a Manuscript.”
“This is fucking romantic,” Jensen says.
“Wait till we get to editoral style. Then I really break out the big guns.”