[30 in 09/10] Just this last (1/1)
are we all up for some porn at nine o'clock in the morning ?!
Just this last
j2; non-au
nc17 -- pwp
1500 words
here's what probably happened a few days before jared's wedding. probably.
note: written for the 3rd round of salt_burn_porn in response to locknkey's prompt -- We may only have tonight / But till the morning sun you’re mine all mine.
Jensen fucks with abandon, fucks like he’s on fire, fucks them breathless, like Jared’s got a sell-by date, and he does.
And Jared splays fingers over the rug, makes claws, opens his mouth and gnashes teeth over fibers and filaments that stick to the saliva heavy on his tongue. They’ve been at it for hours, relentless.
And he says, "More, fucking more, fucking harder."
Jensen’s got him too rapt with desire to angle his head toward the window but Jared can measure time in exhaustion, in how fast his chest heaves, in how much sweat plasters his hair to his face, and the knowledge that as soon as Jensen lets him go, he’s going to collapse to mush on the wet, white carpet of this sixth story hotel room.
(And Jensen had begged, "Here, let’s just stay here, can we please, just one more night, here, in your bed, I just want to -" and Jared had resolutely said no. Had booked this room with Jensen’s open bite digging into his upper thigh, fingers tense around Jared’s calf while he jacked himself off, spit slicking the imprints of his teeth on tender, trembling skin.)
Jared shudders when Jensen’s hips slow, lingering with staggered, hard pushes that make Jared’s insides quake and throb for more. He’s close, and feels Jensen’s palms skate reverently over his stomach, dipping to his hips, stroking down his thighs and then inward, palming their milky sensitive underbellies. It’s intimate, makes Jared clench around Jensen, makes him stutter out a breath and tighten the muscles in Jensen’s hands.
Jensen trails palms up to the vee of Jared’s legs, hot, open welcome of sweating skin to hot, tight balls and straining, pulsing, aching dick. He strokes with his cheek to Jared’s shoulder blade, so he can feel the full-body shudder Jared gives, feel how Jared bucks under him, serviced, exhausted and still needy, still unwilling to give up the fight to take whatever they can from each other, before the opportunity is snuffed out.
And at 6:40, Jared’s leaving for a plane to his wedding, so, yes. Desperation is not quite the word.
“Slow - slow,” Jared says, begging not to be burnt out so quickly, wanting it to ache and burn and last.
Jensen stops. Pulls out, runs his fingers down the wet crease of Jared’s backside in a way that makes Jared flinch and gasp. Pushes Jared onto his back and lays over him, knees hitched high around Jared’s waist, mouth on the underside of his jaw.
Jared dips his chin and catches Jensen’s mouth - long, slow, hot, rough with teeth and ragged breathing. The tang of sweat is sour and overwhelming, makes Jared grimace. But Jensen’s got a hand wrapped around them both, grip adjusting, slow, lazy movements to keep them interested, and Jared lets a breath out into Jensen’s mouth. Jensen smiles against him, soft, affectionate, lets his teeth scrape over Jared’s lip to give a gentle bite. He goes still and placid when Jared’s arms wrap tight around him, holding him like he’s never going to let go, holding him like the morning isn’t knocking on their doorstep.
And there’s panic in the way their chests rise and fall in sync, because during interims of driving each other mad they are forced to follow the chain of: after today, we can’t do this anymore; I’m torn up we can’t do this anymore; I’m torn up because there’s got to be more to us than this. Isn’t there?
Isn’t there?
There is, if the sharp cut of fingernails gripped in Jared’s ass have anything to say about it. Teeth gritting, renewed, Jared rolls them, lets his dick drag against Jensen’s thigh to hear the soft cry, flexes his muscle in Jensen’s brutal grip. Hauls one of Jensen’s legs up over his shoulder and bares down with a loaded, threatening smirk.
“Do it,” Jensen grinds out, grip tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening. There is an unspoken, I dare you. Maybe even a see what happens.
So Jared pauses; holds his dick in a fist and thrusts into it, likes the feeling and keeps going, bites a lip, before Jensen knees at him and breaks the spell with an irritated, “Hey, come on!”
The second Jared’s in, full-on, bottomed out, deep as he can get, chin tipped back to savor, Jensen’s back is arching. Shoulders support his weight as he pushes back on Jared, palms flat to the floor, just asking for rug burn over the bridge of his shoulders.
Jensen’s murmuring nasty shit; says, “Do it, Jared, this is it, make your claim, do it like you fucking mean it.”
And Jared wants to fill him, wants come slicking the space between them, wants to hear it squelch, to drench his balls in it, to make Jensen lick them clean, to run his fingers through it and then get a smack for putting it on Jensen’s face.
He can’t go slow. His abs tighten, pull fiercely, as he falls into motion. He holds the ankle Jensen’s got next to his ear, and plants a huge, authoritative palm over the thigh Jensen’s trying to wrap around his waist. He pins it to the floor, high, holding Jensen open, keeping him vulnerable, relishing in the way Jensen’s body moves helplessly under the force of Jared’s taking.
Jensen’s being fucked across the floor, and doesn’t do a thing to stop the burn on his skin or the ache on his thigh. All he says is, “Jared, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop. I’m, I.”
Jared laughs, humorless, spent, some need he can’t put a finger on propelling him into Jensen’s body, crazily wanting Jensen’s face contorted and screwed up and fucking crying out, screaming the release, wanting it again, coming on Jared’s stomach and asking for more, like a tireless animal.
“Fuck, I could - die like this,” Jensen gasps out, arms wrapping around Jared’s neck and pulling their mouths together.
Jared whines, has never heard anything more sexy, lets himself groan into Jensen’s kiss, doesn’t quiet himself, lets it out on every deep, dark thrust. Jensen kisses each one with hot, wet, sucking lips, encouraging, “Yeah. Yeah, Jay, fuck. Like that.”
Jared comes like that, with Jensen’s mouth on his, arms tight around Jared’s neck, thigh pinned to the floor, back probably raw with rug burn. Jensen pants, arching through the pulses Jared gives, hitting him deep, coming, filling him wet and runny. When he’s done, Jared puts their foreheads together, screws eyes shut tight, and stays there, buried, balls hot and throbbing against Jensen’s skin.
He wants to suck Jensen clean, wants to let Jensen fuck his mouth until he blacks out, wants to give Jensen every second of his consciousness till there is none. But the way they are, pressed together, intimate with Jared buried deep, he kisses Jensen soundly, tongues curling slow and lazy despite the harsh breaths and Jensen’s fumbling need for relief.
Jared wraps him in one hand, strokes tight and slow, tells Jensen, “Come on, go with it, into my hand, right into my hand, fuck it, just like that, fuck you are so hot when you need to blow your fucking load, right on me, Jen, Jen, Jen - just do it.”
And Jensen’s hips snap in his hand, uncontrollable, fucking his fist hard and Jared wishes it were his mouth, his ass, but he’d never move his dick from where it sits wet and full and oozing in Jensen’s ass. Locked together like that, no one can take them apart. Nothing can pass between them, nothing can overcome what they’ve given each other.
Jensen wraps a hand around Jared’s, puts heels flat to the floor and lifts up into it as their hands bring him off the edge and coming over their cradle. He grits teeth, moans, says on a surging exhale, “Fuck, Jared, oh, fuck, fuck, shit, god, oh, god.”
The sky’s a croctus petal blue when Jared falls to Jensen’s chest. He should already be showered, bags by the door, coffee maker percolating. Instead he’s covered in Jensen’s sweat and hot sticky come and he’s going to miss his flight. They lay there, watching the sky open through the glass doors of the balcony.
“So,” Jensen says quietly. “I’ll call you when I figure out what time my flight’s gonna get there.”
And dumbly, Jared says, “Maybe I could pick you up, and we could - ”
“Come on,” Jensen says, interrupting him. “We’re done. Your bedroom’s clean. This is over. Time to be married, and fuckin’ make babies. We gotta get up. You are so late, man.”
“One more,” Jared says, mouthing Jensen’s chest.
He feels the irritated sigh, and then there’s a laugh caught beneath Jensen’s ribs, and Jensen curls his shoulders to hold it in. Jared smiles against it, smoothing a soft, slow palm down Jensen’s side.
“One more,” Jared presses, kissing, stretching over Jensen’s body.
“Okay!” Jensen gripes. “Alright. One more. You smell so good. Give me a minute.”
Just this last
j2; non-au
nc17 -- pwp
1500 words
here's what probably happened a few days before jared's wedding. probably.
note: written for the 3rd round of salt_burn_porn in response to locknkey's prompt -- We may only have tonight / But till the morning sun you’re mine all mine.
Jensen fucks with abandon, fucks like he’s on fire, fucks them breathless, like Jared’s got a sell-by date, and he does.
And Jared splays fingers over the rug, makes claws, opens his mouth and gnashes teeth over fibers and filaments that stick to the saliva heavy on his tongue. They’ve been at it for hours, relentless.
And he says, "More, fucking more, fucking harder."
Jensen’s got him too rapt with desire to angle his head toward the window but Jared can measure time in exhaustion, in how fast his chest heaves, in how much sweat plasters his hair to his face, and the knowledge that as soon as Jensen lets him go, he’s going to collapse to mush on the wet, white carpet of this sixth story hotel room.
(And Jensen had begged, "Here, let’s just stay here, can we please, just one more night, here, in your bed, I just want to -" and Jared had resolutely said no. Had booked this room with Jensen’s open bite digging into his upper thigh, fingers tense around Jared’s calf while he jacked himself off, spit slicking the imprints of his teeth on tender, trembling skin.)
Jared shudders when Jensen’s hips slow, lingering with staggered, hard pushes that make Jared’s insides quake and throb for more. He’s close, and feels Jensen’s palms skate reverently over his stomach, dipping to his hips, stroking down his thighs and then inward, palming their milky sensitive underbellies. It’s intimate, makes Jared clench around Jensen, makes him stutter out a breath and tighten the muscles in Jensen’s hands.
Jensen trails palms up to the vee of Jared’s legs, hot, open welcome of sweating skin to hot, tight balls and straining, pulsing, aching dick. He strokes with his cheek to Jared’s shoulder blade, so he can feel the full-body shudder Jared gives, feel how Jared bucks under him, serviced, exhausted and still needy, still unwilling to give up the fight to take whatever they can from each other, before the opportunity is snuffed out.
And at 6:40, Jared’s leaving for a plane to his wedding, so, yes. Desperation is not quite the word.
“Slow - slow,” Jared says, begging not to be burnt out so quickly, wanting it to ache and burn and last.
Jensen stops. Pulls out, runs his fingers down the wet crease of Jared’s backside in a way that makes Jared flinch and gasp. Pushes Jared onto his back and lays over him, knees hitched high around Jared’s waist, mouth on the underside of his jaw.
Jared dips his chin and catches Jensen’s mouth - long, slow, hot, rough with teeth and ragged breathing. The tang of sweat is sour and overwhelming, makes Jared grimace. But Jensen’s got a hand wrapped around them both, grip adjusting, slow, lazy movements to keep them interested, and Jared lets a breath out into Jensen’s mouth. Jensen smiles against him, soft, affectionate, lets his teeth scrape over Jared’s lip to give a gentle bite. He goes still and placid when Jared’s arms wrap tight around him, holding him like he’s never going to let go, holding him like the morning isn’t knocking on their doorstep.
And there’s panic in the way their chests rise and fall in sync, because during interims of driving each other mad they are forced to follow the chain of: after today, we can’t do this anymore; I’m torn up we can’t do this anymore; I’m torn up because there’s got to be more to us than this. Isn’t there?
Isn’t there?
There is, if the sharp cut of fingernails gripped in Jared’s ass have anything to say about it. Teeth gritting, renewed, Jared rolls them, lets his dick drag against Jensen’s thigh to hear the soft cry, flexes his muscle in Jensen’s brutal grip. Hauls one of Jensen’s legs up over his shoulder and bares down with a loaded, threatening smirk.
“Do it,” Jensen grinds out, grip tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening. There is an unspoken, I dare you. Maybe even a see what happens.
So Jared pauses; holds his dick in a fist and thrusts into it, likes the feeling and keeps going, bites a lip, before Jensen knees at him and breaks the spell with an irritated, “Hey, come on!”
The second Jared’s in, full-on, bottomed out, deep as he can get, chin tipped back to savor, Jensen’s back is arching. Shoulders support his weight as he pushes back on Jared, palms flat to the floor, just asking for rug burn over the bridge of his shoulders.
Jensen’s murmuring nasty shit; says, “Do it, Jared, this is it, make your claim, do it like you fucking mean it.”
And Jared wants to fill him, wants come slicking the space between them, wants to hear it squelch, to drench his balls in it, to make Jensen lick them clean, to run his fingers through it and then get a smack for putting it on Jensen’s face.
He can’t go slow. His abs tighten, pull fiercely, as he falls into motion. He holds the ankle Jensen’s got next to his ear, and plants a huge, authoritative palm over the thigh Jensen’s trying to wrap around his waist. He pins it to the floor, high, holding Jensen open, keeping him vulnerable, relishing in the way Jensen’s body moves helplessly under the force of Jared’s taking.
Jensen’s being fucked across the floor, and doesn’t do a thing to stop the burn on his skin or the ache on his thigh. All he says is, “Jared, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop. I’m, I.”
Jared laughs, humorless, spent, some need he can’t put a finger on propelling him into Jensen’s body, crazily wanting Jensen’s face contorted and screwed up and fucking crying out, screaming the release, wanting it again, coming on Jared’s stomach and asking for more, like a tireless animal.
“Fuck, I could - die like this,” Jensen gasps out, arms wrapping around Jared’s neck and pulling their mouths together.
Jared whines, has never heard anything more sexy, lets himself groan into Jensen’s kiss, doesn’t quiet himself, lets it out on every deep, dark thrust. Jensen kisses each one with hot, wet, sucking lips, encouraging, “Yeah. Yeah, Jay, fuck. Like that.”
Jared comes like that, with Jensen’s mouth on his, arms tight around Jared’s neck, thigh pinned to the floor, back probably raw with rug burn. Jensen pants, arching through the pulses Jared gives, hitting him deep, coming, filling him wet and runny. When he’s done, Jared puts their foreheads together, screws eyes shut tight, and stays there, buried, balls hot and throbbing against Jensen’s skin.
He wants to suck Jensen clean, wants to let Jensen fuck his mouth until he blacks out, wants to give Jensen every second of his consciousness till there is none. But the way they are, pressed together, intimate with Jared buried deep, he kisses Jensen soundly, tongues curling slow and lazy despite the harsh breaths and Jensen’s fumbling need for relief.
Jared wraps him in one hand, strokes tight and slow, tells Jensen, “Come on, go with it, into my hand, right into my hand, fuck it, just like that, fuck you are so hot when you need to blow your fucking load, right on me, Jen, Jen, Jen - just do it.”
And Jensen’s hips snap in his hand, uncontrollable, fucking his fist hard and Jared wishes it were his mouth, his ass, but he’d never move his dick from where it sits wet and full and oozing in Jensen’s ass. Locked together like that, no one can take them apart. Nothing can pass between them, nothing can overcome what they’ve given each other.
Jensen wraps a hand around Jared’s, puts heels flat to the floor and lifts up into it as their hands bring him off the edge and coming over their cradle. He grits teeth, moans, says on a surging exhale, “Fuck, Jared, oh, fuck, fuck, shit, god, oh, god.”
The sky’s a croctus petal blue when Jared falls to Jensen’s chest. He should already be showered, bags by the door, coffee maker percolating. Instead he’s covered in Jensen’s sweat and hot sticky come and he’s going to miss his flight. They lay there, watching the sky open through the glass doors of the balcony.
“So,” Jensen says quietly. “I’ll call you when I figure out what time my flight’s gonna get there.”
And dumbly, Jared says, “Maybe I could pick you up, and we could - ”
“Come on,” Jensen says, interrupting him. “We’re done. Your bedroom’s clean. This is over. Time to be married, and fuckin’ make babies. We gotta get up. You are so late, man.”
“One more,” Jared says, mouthing Jensen’s chest.
He feels the irritated sigh, and then there’s a laugh caught beneath Jensen’s ribs, and Jensen curls his shoulders to hold it in. Jared smiles against it, smoothing a soft, slow palm down Jensen’s side.
“One more,” Jared presses, kissing, stretching over Jensen’s body.
“Okay!” Jensen gripes. “Alright. One more. You smell so good. Give me a minute.”