Outtake: Meet me on the dock (1/1)
Outtake: Meet me on the dock
j2 au
nc17
1500 words of glorious, senseless you-know-what.
takes place sometime after the original events.
for dugindeep's birthday :D
Jensen’s parents are in New Hampshire for four days, visiting his aunt. It’s a shit weekend, with thick black clouds weighted over the lake like something to bear. Everyone’s gone south looking for the sun on the Kancamagus Highway, or at Old Orchard Beach, or on Cape Cod.
Jared’s on his second sleepover, pressed against Jensen’s side in the pale morning light. Even their friends haven’t been by to see them; Christian’s been at Danneel’s more often, and no one’s seen Mike or Tommy for two weeks. Jensen likes that just fine, thinks it’s maybe even been planned.
He wouldn’t put it past Jared to tell them all to keep out. He’s waited long enough to have Jensen to himself. Jensen’s strangely comfortable and sort of in love with Jared being selfish and possessive.
The windows are open and cool storm air is swooping in, pushing at the notebook papers littering Jensen’s desk. Jensen shifts in the cool air, turns into Jared and rests heavily against him, achingly hard and studying his face for a reaction. Jared sleeps on quietly, unperturbed.
Leaning forward, Jensen hitches his hips against Jared, grating shallow against his stomach; presses his face into Jared’s neck and bites softly at the warm skin there. He feels Jared stretch, hears him sigh heavily; his mind tips into relief when Jared’s arms come around him and holds him close, pressing against Jensen’s thigh in response.
Jensen’s eyes crushed closed against Jared’s neck and his breath catches. Thinks there might have been a whine. He rolls himself against Jared’s abdomen, the pressure and the heat creating an ache somewhere deep.
Around him, Jared’s stretching out again, arching his back in a long pull, arms going above his head, legs long and tight against the bed. He opens his eyes briefly, drowsily, to smile down at Jensen. Then he pulls his limbs back in and rolls on top of Jensen heavily, commanding, one leg tight around his hips and one arm around his shoulders. He drags against Jensen in earnest, a hard wet grind into Jensen’s thigh, and Jensen’s breath is gone. Motion set, deep and slow, Jared leans in for a kiss.
Jensen’s trapped to the bed, held down, being fucked against, by a guy who’s been in love with him for three years. His heart burns with it, blood rushing with the momentum, and he kisses Jared with deep heavy swipes of tongue that make Jared groan and press hard into Jensen.
“I’m awake now,” Jared says against his mouth, and Jensen laughs breathlessly, but it’s cut short when Jared pulls himself up and over Jensen properly, lying on top of him with a knee splayed lazily on either side of Jensen’s hips. Strength rippling through his body, he pulls Jensen up against him and slides hands beneath the waistband of Jensen’s underwear to palm either side of Jensen’s ass. Grip firm, he pulls them together, dick settling against Jensen’s groin. He gets them moving fast and hard, chest heavy against Jensen while Jensen clings to him and answers in kind, wrapping legs around his waist and fucking back against him, breathless and insatiable.
They move together like that for a long time, heat spiking, legs trembling, chests heaving as they kiss. Jensen’s mouth is sloppy and lazy, distracted by the ache of Jared’s dick pressing against him and the flush of how badly he wants more.
“You just, feel so good,” Jensen grits out stupidly. He feels how hot throbbing and wet he is, wants to stay that way all morning, on edge, crazy for Jared to touch him.
This is an answer to all those teenaged desires, those feelings no one ever did anything about; him, Jared, Danneel, Christian, Mike, Tommy, all of them. Swimming, diving off the boats, fishing, getting drunk, when all they wanted to do was rub against each other like this, sweating and hard and unable to think of anything that could feel any better than this.
He tries to tell this to Jared, but it comes out garbled and confused, makes Jared laugh against him, teeth idling at Jensen’s lip, making him crazy.
“Thinking of all of them right now? Really?” Jared chuckles, pulling Jensen’s legs open, chin ducked to watch the messy place where they’re meeting.
Jensen’s spine straightens immediately at the forceful way his knees are held apart, gasping and pushing up into Jared. He swears incessantly, gone from feeling good and hot to needing an end in sight.
Jared looks at him with dark, amused eyes; there’s an edge of intent there that boils Jensen’s blood and makes him crazy. His body is throbbing tight, aching everywhere, hips grinding mindless, searching for a way to make it feel perfect.
Briefly, Jared cups the side of Jensen’s face and kisses him, slow and sweet, without frill, just lips catching lazily on one another before his eyes cast downward between them again. Jensen follows his gaze, watches as Jared pushes down the front of his underwear and pulls his dick out; fists it, already hard and dark and straining, wet, curving, twitching.
Jensen feels himself being rolled up and loses all thought; feels one of Jared’s palms pulling him open, hears himself hissing a tight breath and murmuring, “Oh, God, oh fucking God, Jared, Jared - ”
There’s a hard press against his hole, and it makes his back bow, and he slaps a palm down over his own dick, digs fingers under his waistband to squeeze himself, and he swears like crazy because Jared’s pressing the head of his dick against his briefs, fucking intense pressure, insistent, a tiny grinding movement against the barrier between them, right there, soaking his underwear, and Jensen can feel it, groans with it, arches into it.
Jared’s holding himself, squeezing, pushing into his own hand and throbbing against Jensen’s ass, insistent and grating and hard. Jensen’s stumbling over his own words, pushed to incoherence and feeling the way Jared is hot and soaking him through and so close to being in that Jensen can’t think.
Jared leans forward then, between Jensen’s knees, to kiss his mouth and say, “I want this. I want this so fucking much. I would make you crazy, Jensen. You’d lose your fucking mind.”
“Believe me, it’s already gone, fucking shit. Just - keep doing that. You’re so, it feels so fucking good, I could come right now.”
“That’s the plan, hold on, give me this.”
Jensen laughs, exhausted and strung out while Jared pushes Jensen’s hand aside and takes to it himself. Jared’s hand is huge, slick from the mess he’s making against Jensen’s sodden briefs, and Jensen rolls into it frantically, pulled so tight he can’t stand it anymore. He wants to come all over Jared’s hand, wants Jared to come hot and filthy against the tight wet underwear stretched over his ass.
Jensen locks down around Jared’s waist, pulls him in tight, gets two hands on Jared’s ass and holds him there. Grits his teeth and tells Jared, “Do it. Right there.”
The strength Jared exudes never fails to get Jensen’s breath tight; he feels the way Jared picks up speed and grinds heavily against Jensen, over and over, down the line of Jensen’s ass, pressing against his entrance. Jensen watches his face, watches him bite his lips with his eyes closed so tight, crazy with the feeling.
Jensen picks his head up and kisses him, and Jared’s mouth opens against him in relief, desperate sucking kisses and Jared moves his fist, lets his hand run over Jensen’s balls, and rolls them against his palm until Jensen gasps, whites out, and comes, pressing his dick against Jared’s stomach.
He’s shaking while Jared picks up speed against him, throbbing as he moves with him, talks breathlessly against Jared’s ear, begs, holds them together, and finally hears a cracking moan and Jared’s face pushing into his hair. He comes in deep, strong pulses, rocking and clenching fingers against Jensen’s thighs.
Jensen laughs when Jared finally relaxes against him, taking a deep breath over Jensen’s chest and then sliding to Jensen’s side, resting hands on his chest to feel his own lungs heaving.
Jensen leans over and kisses Jared, exhausted but still unable to think of anything but touching him. Jared runs fingertips through the sweat on his temple, up into his hair to scratch idly.
“Wanna sleep all day?” Jensen asks.
“Yeah, and then go swimming.”
“Is that what we’re calling it these days?”
“Oh, that? Yeah we’re gonna do that too. Later. Much later. I’m tired. I want to spoon the shit out of you right now.”
“I am a mess. Are you hungry? I’m hungry. I’ll make some eggs.”
“You’re not gonna make eggs, Jensen. You’re gonna lay here and let me go back to sleep.”
“I’m gonna change my fucking underwear, is what I’m gonna do. It’s gonna rain today, we can stay in. I’ll put on some coffee. I think my parents sprung for the extended cable pack this year, with all the movie channels.”
“I’m about to go home, if you can’t stop planning our day for us.”
“You’re not going home. Not when you got me where you want me.”
Jared opens his eyes at that and grins, genuine, sexy. Says: “Will you please just change and come back here? And throw me my sweatpants, will you. We got a long day of nothing to sleep through.”
j2 au
nc17
1500 words of glorious, senseless you-know-what.
takes place sometime after the original events.
for dugindeep's birthday :D
Jensen’s parents are in New Hampshire for four days, visiting his aunt. It’s a shit weekend, with thick black clouds weighted over the lake like something to bear. Everyone’s gone south looking for the sun on the Kancamagus Highway, or at Old Orchard Beach, or on Cape Cod.
Jared’s on his second sleepover, pressed against Jensen’s side in the pale morning light. Even their friends haven’t been by to see them; Christian’s been at Danneel’s more often, and no one’s seen Mike or Tommy for two weeks. Jensen likes that just fine, thinks it’s maybe even been planned.
He wouldn’t put it past Jared to tell them all to keep out. He’s waited long enough to have Jensen to himself. Jensen’s strangely comfortable and sort of in love with Jared being selfish and possessive.
The windows are open and cool storm air is swooping in, pushing at the notebook papers littering Jensen’s desk. Jensen shifts in the cool air, turns into Jared and rests heavily against him, achingly hard and studying his face for a reaction. Jared sleeps on quietly, unperturbed.
Leaning forward, Jensen hitches his hips against Jared, grating shallow against his stomach; presses his face into Jared’s neck and bites softly at the warm skin there. He feels Jared stretch, hears him sigh heavily; his mind tips into relief when Jared’s arms come around him and holds him close, pressing against Jensen’s thigh in response.
Jensen’s eyes crushed closed against Jared’s neck and his breath catches. Thinks there might have been a whine. He rolls himself against Jared’s abdomen, the pressure and the heat creating an ache somewhere deep.
Around him, Jared’s stretching out again, arching his back in a long pull, arms going above his head, legs long and tight against the bed. He opens his eyes briefly, drowsily, to smile down at Jensen. Then he pulls his limbs back in and rolls on top of Jensen heavily, commanding, one leg tight around his hips and one arm around his shoulders. He drags against Jensen in earnest, a hard wet grind into Jensen’s thigh, and Jensen’s breath is gone. Motion set, deep and slow, Jared leans in for a kiss.
Jensen’s trapped to the bed, held down, being fucked against, by a guy who’s been in love with him for three years. His heart burns with it, blood rushing with the momentum, and he kisses Jared with deep heavy swipes of tongue that make Jared groan and press hard into Jensen.
“I’m awake now,” Jared says against his mouth, and Jensen laughs breathlessly, but it’s cut short when Jared pulls himself up and over Jensen properly, lying on top of him with a knee splayed lazily on either side of Jensen’s hips. Strength rippling through his body, he pulls Jensen up against him and slides hands beneath the waistband of Jensen’s underwear to palm either side of Jensen’s ass. Grip firm, he pulls them together, dick settling against Jensen’s groin. He gets them moving fast and hard, chest heavy against Jensen while Jensen clings to him and answers in kind, wrapping legs around his waist and fucking back against him, breathless and insatiable.
They move together like that for a long time, heat spiking, legs trembling, chests heaving as they kiss. Jensen’s mouth is sloppy and lazy, distracted by the ache of Jared’s dick pressing against him and the flush of how badly he wants more.
“You just, feel so good,” Jensen grits out stupidly. He feels how hot throbbing and wet he is, wants to stay that way all morning, on edge, crazy for Jared to touch him.
This is an answer to all those teenaged desires, those feelings no one ever did anything about; him, Jared, Danneel, Christian, Mike, Tommy, all of them. Swimming, diving off the boats, fishing, getting drunk, when all they wanted to do was rub against each other like this, sweating and hard and unable to think of anything that could feel any better than this.
He tries to tell this to Jared, but it comes out garbled and confused, makes Jared laugh against him, teeth idling at Jensen’s lip, making him crazy.
“Thinking of all of them right now? Really?” Jared chuckles, pulling Jensen’s legs open, chin ducked to watch the messy place where they’re meeting.
Jensen’s spine straightens immediately at the forceful way his knees are held apart, gasping and pushing up into Jared. He swears incessantly, gone from feeling good and hot to needing an end in sight.
Jared looks at him with dark, amused eyes; there’s an edge of intent there that boils Jensen’s blood and makes him crazy. His body is throbbing tight, aching everywhere, hips grinding mindless, searching for a way to make it feel perfect.
Briefly, Jared cups the side of Jensen’s face and kisses him, slow and sweet, without frill, just lips catching lazily on one another before his eyes cast downward between them again. Jensen follows his gaze, watches as Jared pushes down the front of his underwear and pulls his dick out; fists it, already hard and dark and straining, wet, curving, twitching.
Jensen feels himself being rolled up and loses all thought; feels one of Jared’s palms pulling him open, hears himself hissing a tight breath and murmuring, “Oh, God, oh fucking God, Jared, Jared - ”
There’s a hard press against his hole, and it makes his back bow, and he slaps a palm down over his own dick, digs fingers under his waistband to squeeze himself, and he swears like crazy because Jared’s pressing the head of his dick against his briefs, fucking intense pressure, insistent, a tiny grinding movement against the barrier between them, right there, soaking his underwear, and Jensen can feel it, groans with it, arches into it.
Jared’s holding himself, squeezing, pushing into his own hand and throbbing against Jensen’s ass, insistent and grating and hard. Jensen’s stumbling over his own words, pushed to incoherence and feeling the way Jared is hot and soaking him through and so close to being in that Jensen can’t think.
Jared leans forward then, between Jensen’s knees, to kiss his mouth and say, “I want this. I want this so fucking much. I would make you crazy, Jensen. You’d lose your fucking mind.”
“Believe me, it’s already gone, fucking shit. Just - keep doing that. You’re so, it feels so fucking good, I could come right now.”
“That’s the plan, hold on, give me this.”
Jensen laughs, exhausted and strung out while Jared pushes Jensen’s hand aside and takes to it himself. Jared’s hand is huge, slick from the mess he’s making against Jensen’s sodden briefs, and Jensen rolls into it frantically, pulled so tight he can’t stand it anymore. He wants to come all over Jared’s hand, wants Jared to come hot and filthy against the tight wet underwear stretched over his ass.
Jensen locks down around Jared’s waist, pulls him in tight, gets two hands on Jared’s ass and holds him there. Grits his teeth and tells Jared, “Do it. Right there.”
The strength Jared exudes never fails to get Jensen’s breath tight; he feels the way Jared picks up speed and grinds heavily against Jensen, over and over, down the line of Jensen’s ass, pressing against his entrance. Jensen watches his face, watches him bite his lips with his eyes closed so tight, crazy with the feeling.
Jensen picks his head up and kisses him, and Jared’s mouth opens against him in relief, desperate sucking kisses and Jared moves his fist, lets his hand run over Jensen’s balls, and rolls them against his palm until Jensen gasps, whites out, and comes, pressing his dick against Jared’s stomach.
He’s shaking while Jared picks up speed against him, throbbing as he moves with him, talks breathlessly against Jared’s ear, begs, holds them together, and finally hears a cracking moan and Jared’s face pushing into his hair. He comes in deep, strong pulses, rocking and clenching fingers against Jensen’s thighs.
Jensen laughs when Jared finally relaxes against him, taking a deep breath over Jensen’s chest and then sliding to Jensen’s side, resting hands on his chest to feel his own lungs heaving.
Jensen leans over and kisses Jared, exhausted but still unable to think of anything but touching him. Jared runs fingertips through the sweat on his temple, up into his hair to scratch idly.
“Wanna sleep all day?” Jensen asks.
“Yeah, and then go swimming.”
“Is that what we’re calling it these days?”
“Oh, that? Yeah we’re gonna do that too. Later. Much later. I’m tired. I want to spoon the shit out of you right now.”
“I am a mess. Are you hungry? I’m hungry. I’ll make some eggs.”
“You’re not gonna make eggs, Jensen. You’re gonna lay here and let me go back to sleep.”
“I’m gonna change my fucking underwear, is what I’m gonna do. It’s gonna rain today, we can stay in. I’ll put on some coffee. I think my parents sprung for the extended cable pack this year, with all the movie channels.”
“I’m about to go home, if you can’t stop planning our day for us.”
“You’re not going home. Not when you got me where you want me.”
Jared opens his eyes at that and grins, genuine, sexy. Says: “Will you please just change and come back here? And throw me my sweatpants, will you. We got a long day of nothing to sleep through.”