Fic: Roanoke
Title: Roanoke
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It may be the middle of nowhere important to Jensen nowadays, but since when did that matter when Jared's around.
Warnings: Bondage, Fisting, Toys, Assorted Creepiness. Lots and lots of sex.
Notes: So you guys, I was like, thinking of how to respond to the Virginia prompt at Spnbreaksthelaw and ze_pink_lady, who is the greatest enabler on earth, decided to start talking about Room 401, and Jared's kitch-creepy cryptkeeper act, and, well, things just started to click from there. A kimono makes an appearance. The House described would not be in the city of Roanoke, Virginia, but would be in the countryside of Roanoke county. There's an attempt to be atmospheric up in here, but I don't know where it is, sorry.
Prompts: Virginia - Not only is it illegal to have sex with the lights on, one may not have sex in any position other than missionary.
Crossposted: LJ, GJ, JF, PadacklesRPS, CWRps, Super_real, SPNbreaksthelaw.
Jensen gets to the house first, a cute little prefabricated number in the middle of buttfuck Virginia, where nobody will see them, and their fame will be the last thing to worry about if someone does see them. The house is dark brown, blending in flawlessly with the woods, and the backyard has a small lake in the back, a dock and small boat. It’s not furnished very well. There’s just a tv and a few chairs in one room, and a minimalist bedset low to the floor in the other, and a large mirror in the stairwell corner that catches the light from two different rooms. The only thing Jensen can think of it is that it’s beautiful, small and amazing like they’re living up in a treehouse, like the kind Jensen always longed for when he was a kid.
He hasn’t seen Jared in three months or so, not since A Few Good Men, and while the saying goes that absence makes the heart grow fonder, Jensen’s ready to fucking jump on Jared the second he comes through that door. Jensen would have thought that, since they both were in LA at the same time, they’d be able to at least see each other at one time or another but that never seemed to hold true. Jared’s movie and TV shows got in the way of late nights and even later mornings, no matter how pretty Jensen begged over the phone.
Later that night, Jensen sits down in front of the large windows that almost surround the living room and watches the trees sway in summer night breeze, wrapped up in a kimono he’d gotten the last time he went to Japan, nursing a cup of tea and a potential bruise to the ego. Jared hasn’t even told him that he’s coming, that he caught the plane he was supposed to fly out to Virginia on. The dense air is soothing enough to make up for a lot of things, Jensen supposes, but never the familiar touch of someone so close, and certainly not the power of being satisfied so completely as he is with Jared, sharing Jared’s space and letting the tension rest comfortably between them.
Time stretches on, and Jensen wonders if Jared’s simply forgotten about their agreement, their rendezvous in the middle of nowhere so they could truly hold each other without interruption. Breathe easy without commitments, or fall victim to friends and adoring publics who don’t know this is going on behind their backs.
Still, Jensen sits there, in front of the window, pouring himself another cup of tea. Part of him likes the idea of this, of a person waiting on end for their lover to come, with silence as their only companion. He wonders how long he could possibly wait here, sitting on his knees with his feet tucked under him, watching the moonlight as the trees dance seemingly by themselves. His stomach is a knot, and he genuinely thinks about all the things he’ll want to do if Jared becomes a no-show.
Eons later, a hand runs over his shoulder. Jensen would gasp if it weren’t for the warmth in Jared’s touch, the needy grasp along Jensen’s collarbone. He settles behind Jensen, one hand settling over Jensen’s neck, thumb tucked like it’s ready to seal off Jensen’s air as the other runs fingers down the bow in the center of Jensen’s back. Jared leans in close, and when Jensen can feel the scratch of stubble to stubble, he moans low and careful.
“Shh,” Jared whispers in his ear, voice sounding like the wind. If Jensen weren’t on his way to being hard as diamonds, it would be a little creepy, truthfully. “It’s so peaceful out here. Let it wash over you, let it make you come. Don’t disturb it.”
The fingers at the sash on Jensen’s back float absently over his hip, and reach between the folds of silken cloth to grasp down at Jensen’s cock as it hardens beneath him. Jensen bites back a moan, settling instead for inhaling long and hard. Jared’s fingers quietly stroke him to hardness, like he’s on the quietest rollercoaster ride he’s ever imagined. Jared’s all around him, but it feels so serene like he’s not even there, like it’s Jensen’s own body working without even alerting him over it.
Jensen’s eyes look down, and he sees his hands are glued into place. One holding the teacup, the other holding onto his thigh, the kimono underneath the pads of his fingertips. His face flushes, he feels a bit like a misappropriated fetish-whore, and when Jared leans it to plant a string of kisses along Jensen’s chin, he relaxes for a beat, slumping just barely in Jared’s grip.
Jensen tries to hear Jared’s breath, tries to feel it at the back of his neck but it’s nowhere to be found, it seems, so pleasantly timed that it seems unfathomable otherwise. When Jared’s convinced that Jensen’s not going to make any loud noises, he pulls away his free hand as the one occupied continues stroking at Jensen methodically, only to appear back under Jensen’s robe, moist with lube as it burrows down between Jensen’s legs and swirls sloppy circles at Jensen’s entrance, pausing deftly for a beat before sliding easy right in, like a proper homecoming, a proper welcome. Jensen whimpers but doesn’t say a word, only spreads his legs apart and leans back indulgently, only to find Jared’s not as firm a support as Jensen would have thought. It’s like he’s not even there, truthfully, and Jensen’s a little creeped out by that, too.
“Shh,” Jared whispers again, calming him down with lips on the side of Jensen’s neck while his fingers deftly wind Jensen up, dragging him quickly to insanity as one of Jared’s fingers makes direct contact with his prostate, a place that Jensen hasn’t touched in forever, himself. His vision blurs at the edges, and he tries his best to keep still.
Jensen’s breathing gets quick enough that it feels like the whole room echoes it back to him, blissfully unaware of how he looks right now, sitting on knees and calves and trying his hardest to keep his head up, keep his eyes open while Jared tears away at him, piece by quiet piece. Another whimper when Jared finds his prostate again, fingers gently digging in until Jensen’s whole body reacts, heart pounding through his chest.
“Wanna see you come, Jensen,” Jared says, softly. He doesn’t try to say anything else, just strokes and fucks faster and that’s all Jensen needs, mouth open to gasp for air, small noises and open thighs. There’s the warm flood of come on his thighs, gluing the silk of the kimono down while his dick starts to wither back down. Deft hands slowly unravel the knot of the sash keeping the kimono closed, and Jensen feels fingers bring the sash up to his eyes, folding and tying into an elaborate bow at the back of Jensen’s head.
Jared shushes him again, one last time as he strips Jensen free of the silk, pushing him from his sitting position face-first into a position where his ass is stuck high in the air, thighs settled wide and back arched down to shoulders on the floor, Jensen’s head leaning to one side. The hardwood feels good against his cheek, cool as Jensen feels Jared’s fingers split him open and warm water drips over his hole, before Jared’s tongue rolls slowly on the fringes of his entrance.
“Jare,” Jensen groans, but Jared doesn’t respond this time, moaning as he lifts his free hand to hold Jensen open as he slides the flat of his tongue over Jensen’s hole. Thighs quiver, and Jared flicks his tongue just inside the first ring, making Jensen squirm, before sliding in past the second ring, making Jensen’s body ripple as he passes all the way through down into Jensen’s ass. Jensen moans a little too loud, and all of a sudden he’s being repositioned on his hands and knees, ceramic teacup on the small of his back as he can feel Jared sit up behind him, kick his knees wider apart, and slide in, slick-wet with lube.
There’s a calming hand on Jensen’s hip, but there’s also the feel of the ceramic being lifted from his tailbone, the sound of Jared taking a sip of lukewarm tea as he fucks like a machine, hips moving in circles to carefully avoid what Jensen wants most. His toes curl, and his dick plumps, heavy between his thighs as Jared simply takes what he wants, and leaves the rest off to the side. Jensen can tell easily enough when Jared’s getting close, his hips start winding unpredictably. Jared backs away until only the head of his cock is in Jensen, letting him open and close around the ridges, letting him get used to the feel of that vein at the bottom of his dick again.
“You know, Jensen,” Jared remarks quietly. “This is very good tea.”
One long stroke so rough it feels like running at full speed into a stone wall, and Jensen’s coming, pawing like a cat slip-sliding on elbows and knees in a puddle of oil in those old cartoons Jensen watches late nights in Vancouver. It’s impossible to hold on, even after the storm of Jensen’s orgasm has passed, faded into a novel memory. Behind him, he can hear Jared’s orgasm explode in soft huffs, quiet enough not to disturb the surroundings but unmistakable for Jensen not to hear.
Jared leans over, hair brushing at Jensen’s shoulders and scruff running against Jensen’s ear. “Gonna eat myself out of you. Gonna taste so good, eating you clean. Eating you alive.”
“Jared,” Jensen pleads, nails in hardwood, toes still curled.
“Shhh,” Jared insists, running his lips down Jensen’s back, using his hands to spread Jensen wide open, hooking fingers just inside and pulling in opposite directions, letting Jensen open and spill Jared’s come right out. The tip of Jared’s tongue follows the trail of the cold fluid, until a perfect ‘o’ of lips fixes right onto Jensen’s ass, and a tongue flirts with breaking through again. Jensen’s still keeping quiet, and wonders if Jared’s intention is to enforce silence only to break it as imaginatively as he can. Teeth in his lower lip, Jensen tries to refuse as best he can, but his breathing keeps clicking in his throat and he swears he’s completely ruined by the time Jared gets his fill.
The knot is undone and the sash is dropped away, and even though they’re still in the dark, he can see that Jared’s naked and looking a bit like some dominating figure and even worse, Jensen can see the beautiful imported silk of his kimono ruined with come, spit and Sweet Orange tea. He runs his fingers through the fabric, and Jared smiles.
“Buy you a prettier one. Look so good, I’ll buy you as many as you want, when we get back to Vancouver,” Jared promises, and the rest of the night is spent in comfortable silence, curled up in each other in front of the huge windows, like they’re huddling for warmth even in the humid air. Even after being fucked and, strangely enough, hoovered into oblivion, Jensen thinks this might just be the most freeing thing he’s done in the last two months.
It was worth the wait, and the pain of narrowly avoiding Jared for what seemed like years.
Jensen can't deny how freeing the empty spaces feel, especially when it's just him and Jared on the bare roof deck, sitting on the wood watching the sunrise.
There’s been too much sex in the past few hours for either of them to actually give in to sleeping, and with a vacation that stretches for two weeks, there’s going to be more than enough time to sleep in, Jensen thinks as his head lays in Jared’s lap, warm and comforting.
"It's hard to believe we found this place so quick," Jensen says, beer bottle hanging idle between his fingertips as he leans up on his elbows to take a drink. He kind of regrets being out here, with all the mosquitoes and all, but it’s too peaceful to complain about it right now. “And that we agreed on it without even walking in.”
"I'd like to think we had a little fate on our side," Jared says enigmatically. "You ever think about that, Jen? About fate?"
"Sometimes," Jensen shrugs, laying back down. "Think about you, more. What you're doing when I'm not there, how you look under your clothes, how I want to curl up in a corner somewhere in that bedroom and sleep on the floor with you for the rest of my life. Why do you ask?"
Jared's voice descends into a smooth whisper, the kind that gets Jensen hard and aching at the drop of a hat, regardless of whether or not they’ve been steady fucking since about midnight. "Fate thinks about you, Jen."
Jensen looks up at Jared in the white-blue-orange light of daybreak, at long hair and the stubble airbrushed along his face. "Can you stop doing that? For, like, twenty minutes? I know you like your TV show and all, but I'm expecting you to like, pull your cock out of a jar or have an eye fall out or something. If I find a camera around here, or Ashton Kutcher following me around, I'm gonna have your nuts, Padalecki."
"I'm sure you will," Jared says, looking down at him with a genuinely eerie look, hand skirting over Jensen's thigh. "That is, if they're still there."
"You're gonna be a hassle for the next few weeks, aren't you?" Jensen asks, sitting up on his elbows, bringing a hand to his bottle of beer.
"Sometimes a hassle's all you need to change your perception on something, Jen," Jared says, all sultry eyes and power. Jared's hand sweeps to chart a span of Jensen's chest, bare skin covering defined muscle. He looks approvingly, possessively, as if Jensen's just another trinket in the cryptkeeper's closet, and that just starts him on a whole tangent of Jared trying to imitate the shrill voice behind the fake mannequin narrating Tales from the Crypt.
"Stop it with the twilight zone before I never take you serious again," Jensen snickers. "You don't want me following you around with that theme music, do you?"
Jared gives him an indulgent smile as the land grows light and the first sliver of sun arises into view through the trees, glistening through the water of the lake. Jensen's toes curl at the slight nip of cool on his toes. Jared bends his head down, sliding wet and plump lips up Jensen's neck, over his chin and to his ear. "It’s all about perception, Jensen. All about wondering, you know? Then I'd have done my job."
"Oh, so spirits of evil come through you to what? Declare they want to fuck me?" Jensen asks, "You're just a medium, huh? Did MTV brainwash you between the time I saw you last and now? Are you a Stepford robot? I’d like to know ahead of time, before your head catches on fire due to some higher level electrical malfunction."
"Clown. Nah, they said I could have you," Jared replies, hand sliding into Jensen's shorts like a knife through butter, slow and hot and adoring, making Jensen gasp as he lays a powerful palm on Jensen's cock, fingers wrapping around carefully like he's holding the handle of a knife during a prone attack or gun in one of Jensen's action hero fantasies. "Just want to make you feel unsure about something, for once in your life. Change that cocky perception of yours."
"Do you mean MTV or the spirits? Why would spirits want to be on MTV anyway? And besides, Jared, that mysterious routine might have worked back in the 'flowers and candy' stage of this relationship, but not anymore. And so help me god, if you tell me you can't fuck me because your dick is detachable, you’ll be praying for flying pigs before I let you inside me again. Come here and fuck me."
Jared sighs, pumping at Jensen hard the same way Jared did in Texas, pressed up filthy-secret on the inside of Jensen's dressing room door, Lou Diamond Phillips pounding on the other side to ask Jensen out for a congratulatory drink.
"I'm sure we can arrange something," Jared whispers, dark and sultry and dangerous. "I'm sure that can be arranged, indeed.”
The house stinks of frivolous cash in the spaces that have never gotten used at all, by any of the owners. Jensen wonders if this has always been a fuck-hideaway for the somewhat rich, half-way famous, and completely closeted homosexual populations of various professions. He decides that it doesn’t really matter; he’s gotten all the carpets cleaned and picked the furniture they’d need before he’d even stepped into this house once. That’s not even counting the empty rooms Jensen might not have the heart to furnish, given the fact that the wide spaces and bare walls make Jared look smaller when they fuck, crammed in corners and jammed against walls and doors.
Jared’s gotten himself into a pile driver position, knees next to his head, ass lewd and open in the air as he leans against a wall and Jensen wishes he had brought his camera with him, the way that Jared’s obvious height disappears in the span of the room. Jensen slides his dick into Jared’s ass, sun shining through the windows, and tries to hold on as long as possible, Given the fact that he can’t watch Jared, and the fact that Jared’s sweet-talking him.
“Love seeing that ass bounce,” Jared says, silky smooth and dark, “Love feeling you inside me. Makes me feel like I could deal with it for the rest of my life like this, waiting for your use. But anonymous holes aren’t any fun, Jen, are they? Naw, you want to see something more, don’t you.”
“How did you even,” Jensen pauses because he’s shaking and trying not to claw his toes too tight in the rug. He needs some kind of support, but wants to see Jared, so he turns around and slides back in while hanging onto a chair off to the side. Looking down, he sees Jared looking really uncomfortable and yet spreading his ass for it, like he wants to be fucked this way.
“Funny what happens when you don’t care about hurting for three days after, don’t you think?” Jared smiles, hands falling from his ass to his hair, biting his lip impatiently. “Mmm, you gonna fuck me?”
“You gonna stop talking in riddles?” Jensen asks, thrusting in deeper. Jared moans, pushes himself up higher and this position really shouldn’t be working out for either of them, but when Jensen backs away and pops all the way out, Jared’s gaping open like a girl, entrance wanting him back for a few seconds before closing in. Jensen thrusts in again, and then slides all the way out, mesmerized by the sight.
“You know it turns you on,” Jared jokes. Jensen’s fingers slide around Jared’s pulled open hole, fascinated as his finger slides on in next to his dick easy. Jared groans, bucks against the intrusion, and Jensen starts to unroll them both onto the floor. “Hope you’re gonna make me come, Jen.”
“Don’t worry,” Jensen reassures, swagger sweet and easy. “I expect to do just fine making you come.”
Jensen rolls Jared back into the wall, sitting in Jensen’s lap with his legs over Jensen’s shoulders, squished into the corner of the room, like Jensen’s trying to fuck him into the wall.
“Fuck,” Jared whispers, “Like that, fuck me right there, god.”
“Yeah,” Jensen gasps happily, hips snapping in double time, right across the spot he knows Jared will go crazy over. He watches Jared squirm, like he’s trying to climb right up the wall as his eyes snap closed and he moans loud and long.
“I’m gonna come,” Jared warns.
Jensen shrugs. “Come then. What’s holding you back? You need a hand? Some dirty talk? Some booze? I could just come inside you and leave you here? You want that instead? Tease you all day as come slowly leaks out of you?”
“Jen,” Jared gasps. His eyes open wide as Jensen’s hand holds onto Jared’s cock, a thumb at the ridge below the head of Jared’s cock, as he keeps stroking over the spot of nerves that gets Jared the most.
“That is what you want, isn’t it?” Jensen asks, just a little cocky. “Drop a nice load right in you, come long and hard and leave you to get yourself off while I watch. You don’t wanna say it because you think you’ll look like a slut, but I know that whimper. Open your legs wider and look real pretty and I’ll do it for you, Jared. I’ll fill you up with it, you wouldn’t even be able to handle it.”
“Right there, Jensen, oh god,” Jared sighs. “Get me off, Jensen, come inside me.”
Jensen’s toes curl, and it’s so easy to simply give in to Jared’s admission, to let the orgasm wash over him, ringing in his ears and sliding down his back. Jared gasps as Jensen’s hand curls tighter around him, long stripping strokes that make Jared curl up even further, like he’s trying to take Jensen in deeper to feel every ripple while he’s coming. Jared’s mouth hangs open, heaving for air and when they finally separate, Jared looks like a mess, like a lumberjack’s come-rag, sticky white and scruffy. He dips his head back against the wall as Jensen spreads himself out on the carpet.
“That was so hot,” he says, wool scratchy but plush against his back.
Jared sounds satisfied, as Jensen looks up to see Jared sucking on come-soaked fingers. “Yeah. It was.”
Jensen’s strung up at the top of the stairs on the second level of the house, arms tied to the railing on the third floor stairwell in a way that should hurt a lot more given the fact that Jared used so much rope. Jensen’s balancing on spread ankles that almost lift him off his feet because the railings he’s tied to pulls them just barely off the carpet. Jensen knows all of this, he knows how he looks because Jared made him watch all of this in the big mirror that hangs from the far wall in the stairwell they’re in, the one that leads to the first floor of the house. Jared’s wearing his jeans, still, the nice ones that cling to his ass and make Jensen want to play with the lace-fly with his teeth, and a pair of fetish gloves made of black latex that climb up Jared’s arms like oil and buckle behind the back. Jared’s hair is down, and Jensen stops watching Jared to watch himself, naked save for a black wifebeater that Jared kind of likes on him.
This kind of looks like the set of a soft S&M film, but he trusts Jared more than that, and the ropes are kind of comforting in the way that Jensen knows Jared can’t haphazardly throw him down the stairs.
He’s been horny well since this afternoon, and the fact that they’re doing this with the lights on in the kitchen during eight o’clock on a Monday night. If they were in the suburbs, this would be the most taboo and awkward thing Jensen could think of, being tied up in his own kitchen, but it’s in the country, and Jensen can get behind Jared being as kinky as he wants to be, well. Almost.
The makeshift blindfold the kimono sash has become falls against Jensen’s eyes again, getting double knotted and then wrapped around his head again. Jared runs his fingers though Jensen’s hair, latex feeling slick against his scalp, wrenching Jensen’s head backwards uncomfortably to send a clear message about who will be in power during this little tryst. It gets through, Jensen notes, as he lets his head loll afterward.
“Jared,” Jensen warns, but Jensen doesn’t do anything except run his lips down Jensen’s neck, laying kisses along his jaw.
“Wanna fist you. Wanna suck your cock and fist you and make you scream; there’s a reason why you’re supported so well in those ropes. Tell me to stop. Tell me to make you come and I will, Jen. Wanna see you struggle.”
Jensen can understand that, after all, he’s at the top of a long and steep stairwell that leads into a pane of glass, and given the fact that he’s only wearing a joke of a shirt, it would be the scandal of the CW year if he died in a predicament like this.
“You’ve been talking about it for months, haven’t you?” Jensen asks softly, wishing he could shrug. “I want you to do it. Can’t believe how bad I want it.”
“Jen. Swear I’m gonna fucking make you feel so good, swear it,” Jared groans, spreading lube down the crack of Jensen’s ass. A cool finger slides into him, crooking back into Jensen’s prostate, making his knees buckle and his head tip back to lean into Jared’s shoulder. Jared’s other hand lays fast on the curve of his hip, and Jared loops another finger in and stretches Jensen out, finger-fucking him in slow motion.
“C’mon, Jare,” Jensen whispers. “Fuck, Jared.”
“Just relax,” Jared says, lips wet against Jensen’s neck. “Remember how hot this was the last time, how you just let yourself go and let me in? You liked that, how you could feel every part of my hand inside you? How hard you came? Relax, Jen. Let me in like that again, baby. It’ll be good. I promise.”
Jensen groans, toes curling as Jared adds more lube before fitting in and uncomfortable third finger. Jensen’s hands, curling in on themselves over his head. A steady shaking breath, and he drops his tailbone, spreading his legs open as his head hangs down. It’s a steady, slow fucking and as Jared’s free hand pulls him back, he puts two fingers on one hand and one finger off the other inside Jensen, pulling him open wide until Jensen’s pressing his lips together.
“I want to hear you, Jensen,” Jared whispers, low in the back of his throat. “Don’t be afraid of me, baby. Let me have you. I want you, Jen. Let me have you.”
Four fingers, now, and Jensen’s slowly going insane, pulling hard against the ropes silently.
Jared pushes his fingers in and down, tucking his thumb in the palm of his hand, warming Jensen up a little more to stretch around his knuckles before backing away.
A gloved hand reaches to twist Jensen’s nipple, lightning shivering down his body as Jared smiles next to him. “I’m not gonna do it unless you want me to. Say it. Tell me you want my whole hand, tell me you want it all. Not gonna do it unless you let me, unless you let me open you all the way up. You want that? Tell me you want it. Tell me.”
Jensen fights to breathe, fights to speak as Jared toys with him, slides latex fingers up and down his back.
Jared’s voice is thick and ferocious. “Tell me.”
“Goddamnit, Jared,” Jensen looks over his shoulder, although he can’t see anything at all. “When are you going to stop talking and do it? Just…”
The tips of Jared’s fingers slip in, and Jensen’s head hangs down as Jared’s hand pushes in, expanding inside him, until the ridges of Jared’s knuckles slide all the way in, and then the widest part of Jared’s hand slips in wetly, in to the wrist.
“Fuck,” Jensen groans. “God, Jared. You have no idea…”
“Fuck is right, baby,” Jared laughs dryly, splaying both gloved hands on Jensen’s stomach. “You don’t know how good that looked on you, baby.”
“Wait, what?” Jensen asks, hands squirming as Jared’s hands caress him while he’s still filled. Softly, his hand guides Jensen’s face softly to meet in a kiss. Jensen gasps in his mouth, tongue sliding in softly while Jared’s hands slide all over Jensen’s body: Two palms, ten fingers. “Jared? What’s in me?”
“You sound so hot asking that question,” Jared says, the tone of his voice sinister. “There’s nothing in you, at the moment, but that doesn’t mean anything, right?”
“What do you…” Jensen stops. “Jared, oh god, what…”
There’s the long twist of the hand inside him and Jensen panics, fighting at his bonds. Heat everywhere, Jensen’s orgasm is palpable, like he can taste it somewhere between Jared’s tongue and his. It’s tight and constricted until all his muscles are locked into place like cement has been poured underneath his skin. He’s still kissing Jared, hungry like he’s trying to eat Jared alive, swallow him whole, and when the hand inside him clumps and turns, Jensen’s whole world dissolves into feeling, and his body snaps in half.
Jensen comes so hard he swear he can hear his come fall on the pavement steps below him. He swears it’s hard enough to hit the mirror at the bottom of the stairs, he swears his wrists are about to snap from the tugging at the ropes he’s in. Jensen sags, bent over and dangling over the stairs again.
“Give me a second, okay?” Jared says, and the hand slowly slides out of him, fingers bristling out and against Jensen’s prostate again. Jensen gives a choked scream, tight and hot and just a little bit too much where it counts, enough to make him fight against the ropes a little bit more. Jared’s cock slides in, he can tell by the feel of solid mass and Latex, they haven’t used condoms since last year. Jared’s hands are on his hips, and Jensen knows is whole body is arching backwards into a bow, stretched taut against his ropes.
“God, do it.” Jensen pleads. “Just come, Jared. Just.”
“Shh,” Jared whispers, jackknifing his hips and tightening his hold as Jared fucks harder, coming without warning and nothing more than a groan.
“Stop squirming so I can cut you down,” Jared says, and with a few cuts, Jensen’s hands fall down and he leans backward, easy into Jared’s chest. A few more slices at the ropes at Jensen’s feet, and Jared’s hands, warm and smooth without the slick gloves, hold onto him as they frog-march back to bed, Jared’s cock still bumping against him, breaching down into him. “Did so good, baby. You came so hard and I thought you were going to collapse or break something. You should rest, lay down for a minute. I’ll be right back. Don’t take the blindfold off.”
Jensen nods a bit before slipping off into sleep, still shaking.
“Fuck.” He groans, turning over into the pillow.
When Jensen wakes up from his nap, he sighs and groans, stretching his back and fingering over his wrists. There’s nothing on his eyes, and it’s disorienting, the light coming through the balcony doors. “Jared?”
“Need a hand?” Jared asks, softly from the other room.
“Why would I need a…” a rubber fist gets thrown from inside the bathroom onto Jensen’s lap. In the few seconds that Jensen looks at it, turns the bottom to watch as the first folds closed and snaps open, he puts two and two together. “Jared?
“Yeah?” Jared asks.
“Have you ever been beaten with a dildo?”
“No,” Jared says, and Jensen watches him in the clawfoot tub in the other room, just through the door. “Why?”
“Because that’s about to change, that’s why,” Jensen screams. “I’m gonna have your nuts, Padalecki!”
It's hard to believe that they've been in this house for a few days already, the air musky and dry, electricity flickering due to that thunderstorm, hot rooms with no reprieve. That’s part of the charm of this house, Jensen supposes, the fact that it’s modern and beautiful and unique but without AC. Instead, a ceiling fan swipes in circles overhead, even when it’s dark outside, it’s hot enough that Jensen rubs ice on his lips, and the windows are open because the house needs some kind of breeze.
They walk around naked; it's the country, after all. Jared’s miles of tanned skin, stocky and beautiful with muscles that stand out gold-brown against empty white walls. Jensen likes having him anytime he so pleases, so open and free. It's not like anybody's going to see anything, spying in from next door. Good fences make good neighbors, but wooded lots make neighbors irrelevant.
The nice thing about nights like these, nothing to do or take care of or what on TV, is the fact that Jared's always up for playtime, always up for putting down his book, kissing at Jensen’s lips until Jensen putting his glasses and paper down, arching into the touch. Jared leans Jensen back and sucks his cock until Jen's begging for a quick re-arrange, like he is now. The minimal sofa can't hold them, it can’t even hold Jared on most days, but the floor allows them to spread out.
Jensen's pliant against Jared's hands, so when they push his legs back, out, and down, Jensen's not surprised until he feels Jared's tongue teasing behind his balls, licking at his ass.
"What're you..." Jensen starts, but Jared pulls him away from his crotch.
"Pull my legs back," Jared says, and when Jensen sits up, he practically falls onto Jared's tongue, opening him up and sliding inside until he's full. Jared starts slurping away, licking and sucking and teasing as much as he can. It’s a bit weird to be doing this with the lights on, but seeing Jared’s body spread out for him makes all comfort and modesty issues evaporate. Jensen's hips shift once or twice and soon, he's grabbing behind him at Jared's hair, easing him up enthusiastically as if to say 'I want more of you up there'. Jared lets his tongue slide out and lick at Jensen again.
“Not so rough!” Jensen groans. “I’m stiffer than you, remember? Haven’t been doing all that limber shit you’ve been doing.”
“Aww, are you sore from yesterday? Did I stretch out that little asshole of yours too much yesterday?” Jared teases.
“Fuck you, Junior,” Jensen snaps. “See if you can keep putting yourself into those fucked up macabre sexual positions when you’re my age.”
“You don’t stop and I’ll go get the hand again,” Jared grins.
“You and that goddamn hand,” Jensen smiles. “You and that goddamn hand and that goddamn show. Promise I’ll never fuck you again if you take another season.”
“That’s really mature, old man,” Jared taunts.
“I’m old enough to not care if it’s mature, idiot.” Jensen smiles. “I hate that fucking macabre shit.”
There's an impossible shift in the mood of the conversation when Jared's legs fly up, and soon, Jensen's lurching back down and sucking on Jared's thighs, his balls, and finally, if Jensen stretches a bit, the top of Jared's entrance.
Twisted up in this lover’s knot, Jared tries hard not to buck as Jensen licks at him, fingers pressed into the stretch of his skin between balls and ass.
“God, baby,” Jared groans. “Fuck me. Fuck me real hard, fuck me like I want you to. Put something in me. Your fingers, your cock, anything. I want it, baby. Want it real bad. Eat me, come on, eat me real good.”
“Jared,” Jensen laughs. “Just…stop. For a second, just slow down, just…”
“Want it so bad, baby. Don’t make me wait for it. Please, Jensen?” Jared squirms under Jensen’s touch, and when he sinks fingers into Jared’s as Jensen reaches behind him to slide fingers into Jared’s mouth before bringing them, spit slick and filthy, to rub at Jared’s ass, just the tips slipping in. Jared grins happily against Jensen’s thigh, taking the skin between his teeth and biting down gently, enough to pull at the skin and growl. Jensen leans back on him, slipping his ass over Jared’s face easily and then slipping his fingers all the way in, licking at his thighs easily.
Jared whimpers quietly, toes curled down and in as Jensen slides the fingers right across his prostate without a second thought. Suddenly, Jensen sits up, spreading Jared open wide and up as his face takes the brunt of Jensen’s ass. A few more tentative licks, and Jensen’s undoing himself from the knot, slipping away quietly.
“Fuck,” Jared groans. “Where are you going, Jen?”
“Nowhere,” Jensen smiles at him over his shoulder before he sits down halfway across the room.
“Nowhere, huh?’ Jared whispers. “Well, if you don’t come back I’m going to have to finish without you. Gonna watch, Jensen? Gonna tell me what to do, because I’d do almost anything you asked. Wanna watch me jack myself off?”
“Kinda like the sound of that,” Jensen smiles, and lays back against the wall, watching Jared in the center of the room, leaning back into the carpet before slipping a hand down his thighs, cradling his balls and caressing his cock.
“C’mon. You know you wanna touch me, tell me what to do,” Jared cooes. “C’mon, Jensen.”
Jensen smiles, “Open your legs. Wide, like a good boy. Let me see you.”
Jared swings his body around, pulling himself down and lifts his hips from the carpet, showing off his best asset.
Jensen points. “I want you fingering yourself, stroking your cock. Wanna see it.”
“Course, Jen,” Jared grins, goofy as he licks at his fingers before rearranging himself so a finger can flirt with his entrance before slipping in easy. Jensen pulls out gently before pushing back in with two fingers. Fucking in and out softly, Jensen watches as Jared closes his eyes and lets his other hand tease at his cock, finger trailing down the vein at the bottom of his cock. “You gonna fuck me?”
“Yeah, right.” Jensen laughs. “You might get more action from your two best friends, there.”
“Fuck.” Jared says, fingers splitting him wide and loose, crying out as he scrapes across his prostate with a nail.
“Pick up your cock, Jared.” Jensen smiles. “Jack yourself off, baby.”
Jared does as asked, getting in a few steady strokes with a low moan before he takes his fingers out and his hand away and suddenly, Jared’s shaking like a fiend, moaning and slithering around on the floor as if he’s possessed.
“Jen,” he breathes, shakily. “Oh god, want you inside me, gonna come, wanna make it good for you, wanna do it right and come all over your hand and make you come inside me, too, Jensen, Jensen gonna come.”
His whole body rolls up on itself and he gasps, tight and hot, hair scattered around his head and thighs clenching around Jensen’s hands.
“Fuck,” Jared groans. “There’s…gonna…”
Without any help from anybody, including himself, Jared comes hard as Jensen watches. He gasps as if he’s just been cut right down the middle and when he gets to the point where he’s shaking and pleading and laying in aftershocks, the only thing Jensen can think to do is prowl close, bringing his hands to rest on top of Jared’ while Jensen licks at him softly, tongue sliding over the puddles of come.
Making out with Jared’s so easy to do; it’s like second nature. It’s a rainy, cool dark day and they stay in bed for hours, sleeping in because they know Vancouver doesn’t allow that simple pleasure often.
Hands in that long hair, Jensen knows the best way to kiss is eye-to-eye, sitting on the countertop in nothing but a floppy sweatshirt and a pair of boxer briefs. Jared shimmies up, nice and liquid-close, and when he languidly finds Jensen’s dick, just this side of hard, he smiles into Jensen’s mouth and slowly opens Jensen’s briefs up to slide his hand inside, settling quick around Jensen’s dick.
This is when Jared’s most efficient. All of his body hums, but there’s no talking, too sleepy for that, and when he pushes Jensen backward and fishes his cock out of his underwear, Jared laps it up once, twice, and then swallows it down hungry and easy. Jared grins, tight and hot, and when he’s done with it, he laughs softly and opens his fist to take Jensen deeper down into his throat. Jensen continues eating the apple he’d abandoned when Jared had started kissing him in the first place, and hearing the crack of the apple’s skin as Jensen takes another bite is almost as overwhelming as the way Jared can deep throat him without blinking. Jensen eats primly, nibbling at the flesh of the apple while sliding his long fingers into Jared’s hair, leaning back as he thrusts into Jared’s mouth leisurely, savoring how absolutely decadent this is. Jensen leans all the way back, stretching like a cat in the sun, and lets Jared squeeze tight around him.
“You do it like that, baby,” Jensen growls, “like that, Jay.”
It’s comforting, how quickly he comes, because it means he can squirm and yawn and slide back into bed next to Jared, who smells like coffee and mint toothpaste, and frustration and come. There’s a bit of a malicious glare in Jared’s eyes when Jensen walks out, throwing the apple core perfectly into the trash from across the room, but it’s all in good jest; Jared knows that as well as anybody else. Instead, he simply sits back and relaxes, cock nestled in the crack of Jensen’s ass when he falls back asleep under the blankets.
Jensen’s been waiting for this, and so he’s had a lot of time to think about it. It should be easy, even if it will scare Jared out of his mind. Jensen’s gentle with the rope, rigging the kind of knots that hook under the bed before winding Jared’s hands into the nooses. Unless his hands fold up just right, he’ll be tying himself into the knots, pulling the knots tighter as he goes along. Jared’s still sleeping, and Jensen brushes up against him nakedly, and hears him groan.
A blindfold settles over Jared’s eyes, and Jensen passes his hand over Jared’s nipples, spreading just enough liniment to make it burn Jared into awareness. He puts on the cool leather gloves, and wills himself silent as he blows cool air against the liniment, turning it ice cold. Jared struggles and groans, realizing he’s pulled himself into the ropes and is stuck until Jensen decides to let him go.
Jensen moves off the bed, voice sleepy. “G’b’ck t’bed, Jay.”
“Jensen?” Jared asks, raising his head like he’s trying to listen, so Jensen flips the light switch in the room on, and slams the bathroom door shut to fool him. It’s almost too easy, watching Jared lean back and relax a bit. Jared pulls the sheets down, and tries hard to stay still before whimpering as he pulls at his wrists again.
Jensen’s voice is low and gruff and sounds nothing like it usually does. “You gonna stop squirming or am I gonna have to fuck you silent?”
“Wha…” Jared asks.
“Shhh,” Jensen hisses, rubbing ice against his lips before meeting Jared’s lips in a kiss, Jensen smiles, hooking a finger under Jared’s lip to hold his mouth open, sliding a metal ring in Jared’s mouth. “You gonna be a good boy and keep that there?”
Jared groans and nods. He looks amazing, tied to his own bed, black cloth over his eyes, and a gag that holds his mouth open wide. Another breeze over Jared’s nipple makes him struggle and jerk hard, and when Jensen’s gloves slide down Jared’s torso, pulling underneath Jared’s pants, as Jared groans.
“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you. You mind?” Jensen asks, running a piece of ice around Jared’s belly button before he yanks Jared’s pants right off. Everything is absolutely cold around Jared, Jensen made sure of that, and when Jensen trails the ice over the tip of Jared’s cock, Jared’s whole body locks up tight and hard, thighs shaking from how hard he becomes. “You don’t mind at all, right? Slut. You like it, the attention. Don’t you?”
Jared tries to keep himself calm, and Jensen lubes Jared up quick as he can while he fits the vibrator over Jared’s cock. Jared moans, low in his throat as Jensen switches it on, uses it to fuck Jared easy, up and down, jackknifing up and down until Jared’s arching up, toes curling and thighs wide.
“Whaddya say? Wanna fuck?”
Jared’s voice is pure hunger, all wordless sounds and when Jared’s legs open on their own, Jensen licks his lips without even realizing it, hand still sliding up and down on the vibrator.
“Want me to fuck you?” Jensen asks, and watching Jared struggle and pull at his ropes again, moaning from a stretched-open mouth, and all of that size is amazing all rolled up together. “You sure?”
Jared’s breath comes in rapid fire pants when Jensen slides a lubed hand over him again, sliding two, then three fingers in, forcing him to arch and accept before Jensen slides away and comes back with an ice cold dildo, cold silicone wrapped around an ice-core. It’s cold even through Jensen’s gloves, and when Jensen shoves it all the way in, he pulls the gag out of Jared’s mouth to hear him scream.
“Oh god,” Jared squeals, body going in all different directions, shaking. “Please, please.”
“Looks like you’re doing all the work for me,” Jensen grins, and takes his time snapping all the way in and sliding slick and easy out. Jared rolls up, biting his lips as he rolls his hip and slides further into the pillow.
“Fuck, fuck me,” Jared groans and when Jensen lets the dildo slide over Jared’s prostate, and his toes curl down and around. Jensen rakes over and over again and when Jared screams, he turns on the vibrator around Jared’s cock, making Jared come hard enough to pass out afterward with a wet cry.
Jensen’s quick cleaning Jared up, wiping away the lube and the liniment, putting the toys away and moving to cut down the ropes.
“Jen. Fuck me. Just like this, baby. Take my blindfold off, wanna see you. Want you to come in me, Jensen. Could…” Jared asks, pulling at his wrists. Jensen reaches over to undo Jared’s blindfold, light shining as Jared breathes his appreciation, reaching up to lock his lips with Jensen’s. his eyes are glassy, like he’s been fucked out and kind of wants to pass out, if it weren’t for the very apparent fact that he wants Jensen to come, too.
“Fuck.” Jared groans, low and deep. “Fuck me, Jen. Let me do all the work, baby.”
Jared’s legs wrap around Jensen’s hips, easy and entangled. He bites at Jensen’s lips, coaxing Jensen inside him until they’re flush against each other. Jared pushes forward, gently as Jensen slides against him, face to face as Jensen puts his hands on Jared’s hips, shifting in and out lazily with the tides.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Jared says, low and shaky. “I’ll call Ashton and tell him I quit if you make me come again. I swear, baby.”
Jensen smiles. “I don’t believe you. At all, in fact. You like that role too much, Padalecki.”
“I love the cheesy dialogue, but I think you’re funner.” Jared pouts. Jensen thrusts slow, just enough to shove raw against Jared’s prostate, toes curling until they pop with a click. “I’m serious, babe. So serious…oh, god.”
“You think I’m just being mean, but I know how it is when you’re on that set, you know. Making those evil eyes and that pretty little smirk at the camera. You know what you’re doing.” Jensen says, slowly speeding up to a steady fuck, hitting down inside Jared.
Jared shimmies, giving token struggles with his hands and batting his eyelashes while his mouth opens in a drawn out whimper, eyes snapping shut. “Fuck, Jen. What do you want me to do? Make me come, Jen. Do…”
Jared’s voice wanes as Jensen clenches at Jared’s cock, stroking long and tight in silken pumps. Jared closes his eyes, clenches his ass tight around Jensen’s ass, and he chokes on his scream as he comes.
“Goddamn,” Jensen groans, watching all that skin and muscle come alive under him, the arches of Jared’s arms and the curve of his abs. he lets himself come quiet, soft inside Jared, like a slow pour instead of an explosion, white noise letting his ears go, black falling like a sash over his eyes. Jared reaches for him, wraps both his arms around Jensen’s shoulders in a caress and when it’s done, Jensen falls backwards. “You’re out of those…how did you?”
“Didn’t think those knots could hold me, did you?” Jared grins in that sinister little voice he has, face in Jensen’s neck. “Thought you’d spook me, huh?”
Jensen looks down and bites his lip. “Yeah. Kinda did, there.”
“You would have, too, if I wouldn’t have found everything in the freezer while trying to look for my skittles,” Jared says.
“You’re talking about candy and it might just be the most sexy thing I’ve ever heard, Jared.”
“Yeah? Skittles. M-and-M’s. Mars bars. Moon pies, baby. Those two little cupcakes with the marshmallow in the center you used to eat when you were a boy. Mmm, you like that.” Jared purrs, low and heated. “Move over.”
“What are you doing?” Jensen asks as Jared reaches over him to get to his cell phone.
“Texting Ashton,” Jared shrugs. “We’d finished all my parts for the first season, perfect time to pull out if there ever was one. Was planning to, anyway, actually. Thought I’d stay back in LA for a while before we left for Vancouver, but I like this place, a lot. We could get some furniture, stock up the fridge. Make it a real…” he pauses, voice lowering even deeper, lips against Jensen’s ear, “shindig.”
“Talk domestic to me, Jay,” Jensen growls.
“Can do it any time you like,” Jared teases. “Besides, it’s not like these rooms can get any more boring.”
“So, now that you’re no longer the bellboy of room 401,” Jensen sighs, “I suppose you’ll be able to fuck me whenever you like.”
“And there are tons of places we haven’t gotten to. The shower, the dock, the lake, that place in the hallway on the second floor. I think I’d kind of like the idea of having a table to fuck you over though, you know,” Jared shrugs. “Maybe a desk, or like one of those rocker chairs. So what, you up for being normals for a second? We could go into the city, Virginia Tech’s around here somewhere, and I’ve always had the fantasy of fucking my college professor. I’ll do anything to bring my GPA up, Mr. Ackles.”
“Shut up, you. We’d be really gay normals, sure,” Jensen smiles. “Although going into the city would be nice. It would be a shame just to let it rot away and not take advantage, I suppose.”
“Normals,” Jared insists.
“Nothing about our situation has ever been normal,” Jensen says.
“Well, I can bring myself to agree with that,” Jared says, turning out the lamp near his side of the bed, putting the phone down. “Go to sleep. Gonna fuck you outside, tomorrow.”
“Is that right, Mr. Sinister figure of the Macabre?” Jensen says.
“Oooh, Nice name,” Jared grins.
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It may be the middle of nowhere important to Jensen nowadays, but since when did that matter when Jared's around.
Warnings: Bondage, Fisting, Toys, Assorted Creepiness. Lots and lots of sex.
Notes: So you guys, I was like, thinking of how to respond to the Virginia prompt at Spnbreaksthelaw and ze_pink_lady, who is the greatest enabler on earth, decided to start talking about Room 401, and Jared's kitch-creepy cryptkeeper act, and, well, things just started to click from there. A kimono makes an appearance. The House described would not be in the city of Roanoke, Virginia, but would be in the countryside of Roanoke county. There's an attempt to be atmospheric up in here, but I don't know where it is, sorry.
Prompts: Virginia - Not only is it illegal to have sex with the lights on, one may not have sex in any position other than missionary.
Crossposted: LJ, GJ, JF, PadacklesRPS, CWRps, Super_real, SPNbreaksthelaw.
Jensen gets to the house first, a cute little prefabricated number in the middle of buttfuck Virginia, where nobody will see them, and their fame will be the last thing to worry about if someone does see them. The house is dark brown, blending in flawlessly with the woods, and the backyard has a small lake in the back, a dock and small boat. It’s not furnished very well. There’s just a tv and a few chairs in one room, and a minimalist bedset low to the floor in the other, and a large mirror in the stairwell corner that catches the light from two different rooms. The only thing Jensen can think of it is that it’s beautiful, small and amazing like they’re living up in a treehouse, like the kind Jensen always longed for when he was a kid.
He hasn’t seen Jared in three months or so, not since A Few Good Men, and while the saying goes that absence makes the heart grow fonder, Jensen’s ready to fucking jump on Jared the second he comes through that door. Jensen would have thought that, since they both were in LA at the same time, they’d be able to at least see each other at one time or another but that never seemed to hold true. Jared’s movie and TV shows got in the way of late nights and even later mornings, no matter how pretty Jensen begged over the phone.
Later that night, Jensen sits down in front of the large windows that almost surround the living room and watches the trees sway in summer night breeze, wrapped up in a kimono he’d gotten the last time he went to Japan, nursing a cup of tea and a potential bruise to the ego. Jared hasn’t even told him that he’s coming, that he caught the plane he was supposed to fly out to Virginia on. The dense air is soothing enough to make up for a lot of things, Jensen supposes, but never the familiar touch of someone so close, and certainly not the power of being satisfied so completely as he is with Jared, sharing Jared’s space and letting the tension rest comfortably between them.
Time stretches on, and Jensen wonders if Jared’s simply forgotten about their agreement, their rendezvous in the middle of nowhere so they could truly hold each other without interruption. Breathe easy without commitments, or fall victim to friends and adoring publics who don’t know this is going on behind their backs.
Still, Jensen sits there, in front of the window, pouring himself another cup of tea. Part of him likes the idea of this, of a person waiting on end for their lover to come, with silence as their only companion. He wonders how long he could possibly wait here, sitting on his knees with his feet tucked under him, watching the moonlight as the trees dance seemingly by themselves. His stomach is a knot, and he genuinely thinks about all the things he’ll want to do if Jared becomes a no-show.
Eons later, a hand runs over his shoulder. Jensen would gasp if it weren’t for the warmth in Jared’s touch, the needy grasp along Jensen’s collarbone. He settles behind Jensen, one hand settling over Jensen’s neck, thumb tucked like it’s ready to seal off Jensen’s air as the other runs fingers down the bow in the center of Jensen’s back. Jared leans in close, and when Jensen can feel the scratch of stubble to stubble, he moans low and careful.
“Shh,” Jared whispers in his ear, voice sounding like the wind. If Jensen weren’t on his way to being hard as diamonds, it would be a little creepy, truthfully. “It’s so peaceful out here. Let it wash over you, let it make you come. Don’t disturb it.”
The fingers at the sash on Jensen’s back float absently over his hip, and reach between the folds of silken cloth to grasp down at Jensen’s cock as it hardens beneath him. Jensen bites back a moan, settling instead for inhaling long and hard. Jared’s fingers quietly stroke him to hardness, like he’s on the quietest rollercoaster ride he’s ever imagined. Jared’s all around him, but it feels so serene like he’s not even there, like it’s Jensen’s own body working without even alerting him over it.
Jensen’s eyes look down, and he sees his hands are glued into place. One holding the teacup, the other holding onto his thigh, the kimono underneath the pads of his fingertips. His face flushes, he feels a bit like a misappropriated fetish-whore, and when Jared leans it to plant a string of kisses along Jensen’s chin, he relaxes for a beat, slumping just barely in Jared’s grip.
Jensen tries to hear Jared’s breath, tries to feel it at the back of his neck but it’s nowhere to be found, it seems, so pleasantly timed that it seems unfathomable otherwise. When Jared’s convinced that Jensen’s not going to make any loud noises, he pulls away his free hand as the one occupied continues stroking at Jensen methodically, only to appear back under Jensen’s robe, moist with lube as it burrows down between Jensen’s legs and swirls sloppy circles at Jensen’s entrance, pausing deftly for a beat before sliding easy right in, like a proper homecoming, a proper welcome. Jensen whimpers but doesn’t say a word, only spreads his legs apart and leans back indulgently, only to find Jared’s not as firm a support as Jensen would have thought. It’s like he’s not even there, truthfully, and Jensen’s a little creeped out by that, too.
“Shh,” Jared whispers again, calming him down with lips on the side of Jensen’s neck while his fingers deftly wind Jensen up, dragging him quickly to insanity as one of Jared’s fingers makes direct contact with his prostate, a place that Jensen hasn’t touched in forever, himself. His vision blurs at the edges, and he tries his best to keep still.
Jensen’s breathing gets quick enough that it feels like the whole room echoes it back to him, blissfully unaware of how he looks right now, sitting on knees and calves and trying his hardest to keep his head up, keep his eyes open while Jared tears away at him, piece by quiet piece. Another whimper when Jared finds his prostate again, fingers gently digging in until Jensen’s whole body reacts, heart pounding through his chest.
“Wanna see you come, Jensen,” Jared says, softly. He doesn’t try to say anything else, just strokes and fucks faster and that’s all Jensen needs, mouth open to gasp for air, small noises and open thighs. There’s the warm flood of come on his thighs, gluing the silk of the kimono down while his dick starts to wither back down. Deft hands slowly unravel the knot of the sash keeping the kimono closed, and Jensen feels fingers bring the sash up to his eyes, folding and tying into an elaborate bow at the back of Jensen’s head.
Jared shushes him again, one last time as he strips Jensen free of the silk, pushing him from his sitting position face-first into a position where his ass is stuck high in the air, thighs settled wide and back arched down to shoulders on the floor, Jensen’s head leaning to one side. The hardwood feels good against his cheek, cool as Jensen feels Jared’s fingers split him open and warm water drips over his hole, before Jared’s tongue rolls slowly on the fringes of his entrance.
“Jare,” Jensen groans, but Jared doesn’t respond this time, moaning as he lifts his free hand to hold Jensen open as he slides the flat of his tongue over Jensen’s hole. Thighs quiver, and Jared flicks his tongue just inside the first ring, making Jensen squirm, before sliding in past the second ring, making Jensen’s body ripple as he passes all the way through down into Jensen’s ass. Jensen moans a little too loud, and all of a sudden he’s being repositioned on his hands and knees, ceramic teacup on the small of his back as he can feel Jared sit up behind him, kick his knees wider apart, and slide in, slick-wet with lube.
There’s a calming hand on Jensen’s hip, but there’s also the feel of the ceramic being lifted from his tailbone, the sound of Jared taking a sip of lukewarm tea as he fucks like a machine, hips moving in circles to carefully avoid what Jensen wants most. His toes curl, and his dick plumps, heavy between his thighs as Jared simply takes what he wants, and leaves the rest off to the side. Jensen can tell easily enough when Jared’s getting close, his hips start winding unpredictably. Jared backs away until only the head of his cock is in Jensen, letting him open and close around the ridges, letting him get used to the feel of that vein at the bottom of his dick again.
“You know, Jensen,” Jared remarks quietly. “This is very good tea.”
One long stroke so rough it feels like running at full speed into a stone wall, and Jensen’s coming, pawing like a cat slip-sliding on elbows and knees in a puddle of oil in those old cartoons Jensen watches late nights in Vancouver. It’s impossible to hold on, even after the storm of Jensen’s orgasm has passed, faded into a novel memory. Behind him, he can hear Jared’s orgasm explode in soft huffs, quiet enough not to disturb the surroundings but unmistakable for Jensen not to hear.
Jared leans over, hair brushing at Jensen’s shoulders and scruff running against Jensen’s ear. “Gonna eat myself out of you. Gonna taste so good, eating you clean. Eating you alive.”
“Jared,” Jensen pleads, nails in hardwood, toes still curled.
“Shhh,” Jared insists, running his lips down Jensen’s back, using his hands to spread Jensen wide open, hooking fingers just inside and pulling in opposite directions, letting Jensen open and spill Jared’s come right out. The tip of Jared’s tongue follows the trail of the cold fluid, until a perfect ‘o’ of lips fixes right onto Jensen’s ass, and a tongue flirts with breaking through again. Jensen’s still keeping quiet, and wonders if Jared’s intention is to enforce silence only to break it as imaginatively as he can. Teeth in his lower lip, Jensen tries to refuse as best he can, but his breathing keeps clicking in his throat and he swears he’s completely ruined by the time Jared gets his fill.
The knot is undone and the sash is dropped away, and even though they’re still in the dark, he can see that Jared’s naked and looking a bit like some dominating figure and even worse, Jensen can see the beautiful imported silk of his kimono ruined with come, spit and Sweet Orange tea. He runs his fingers through the fabric, and Jared smiles.
“Buy you a prettier one. Look so good, I’ll buy you as many as you want, when we get back to Vancouver,” Jared promises, and the rest of the night is spent in comfortable silence, curled up in each other in front of the huge windows, like they’re huddling for warmth even in the humid air. Even after being fucked and, strangely enough, hoovered into oblivion, Jensen thinks this might just be the most freeing thing he’s done in the last two months.
It was worth the wait, and the pain of narrowly avoiding Jared for what seemed like years.
Jensen can't deny how freeing the empty spaces feel, especially when it's just him and Jared on the bare roof deck, sitting on the wood watching the sunrise.
There’s been too much sex in the past few hours for either of them to actually give in to sleeping, and with a vacation that stretches for two weeks, there’s going to be more than enough time to sleep in, Jensen thinks as his head lays in Jared’s lap, warm and comforting.
"It's hard to believe we found this place so quick," Jensen says, beer bottle hanging idle between his fingertips as he leans up on his elbows to take a drink. He kind of regrets being out here, with all the mosquitoes and all, but it’s too peaceful to complain about it right now. “And that we agreed on it without even walking in.”
"I'd like to think we had a little fate on our side," Jared says enigmatically. "You ever think about that, Jen? About fate?"
"Sometimes," Jensen shrugs, laying back down. "Think about you, more. What you're doing when I'm not there, how you look under your clothes, how I want to curl up in a corner somewhere in that bedroom and sleep on the floor with you for the rest of my life. Why do you ask?"
Jared's voice descends into a smooth whisper, the kind that gets Jensen hard and aching at the drop of a hat, regardless of whether or not they’ve been steady fucking since about midnight. "Fate thinks about you, Jen."
Jensen looks up at Jared in the white-blue-orange light of daybreak, at long hair and the stubble airbrushed along his face. "Can you stop doing that? For, like, twenty minutes? I know you like your TV show and all, but I'm expecting you to like, pull your cock out of a jar or have an eye fall out or something. If I find a camera around here, or Ashton Kutcher following me around, I'm gonna have your nuts, Padalecki."
"I'm sure you will," Jared says, looking down at him with a genuinely eerie look, hand skirting over Jensen's thigh. "That is, if they're still there."
"You're gonna be a hassle for the next few weeks, aren't you?" Jensen asks, sitting up on his elbows, bringing a hand to his bottle of beer.
"Sometimes a hassle's all you need to change your perception on something, Jen," Jared says, all sultry eyes and power. Jared's hand sweeps to chart a span of Jensen's chest, bare skin covering defined muscle. He looks approvingly, possessively, as if Jensen's just another trinket in the cryptkeeper's closet, and that just starts him on a whole tangent of Jared trying to imitate the shrill voice behind the fake mannequin narrating Tales from the Crypt.
"Stop it with the twilight zone before I never take you serious again," Jensen snickers. "You don't want me following you around with that theme music, do you?"
Jared gives him an indulgent smile as the land grows light and the first sliver of sun arises into view through the trees, glistening through the water of the lake. Jensen's toes curl at the slight nip of cool on his toes. Jared bends his head down, sliding wet and plump lips up Jensen's neck, over his chin and to his ear. "It’s all about perception, Jensen. All about wondering, you know? Then I'd have done my job."
"Oh, so spirits of evil come through you to what? Declare they want to fuck me?" Jensen asks, "You're just a medium, huh? Did MTV brainwash you between the time I saw you last and now? Are you a Stepford robot? I’d like to know ahead of time, before your head catches on fire due to some higher level electrical malfunction."
"Clown. Nah, they said I could have you," Jared replies, hand sliding into Jensen's shorts like a knife through butter, slow and hot and adoring, making Jensen gasp as he lays a powerful palm on Jensen's cock, fingers wrapping around carefully like he's holding the handle of a knife during a prone attack or gun in one of Jensen's action hero fantasies. "Just want to make you feel unsure about something, for once in your life. Change that cocky perception of yours."
"Do you mean MTV or the spirits? Why would spirits want to be on MTV anyway? And besides, Jared, that mysterious routine might have worked back in the 'flowers and candy' stage of this relationship, but not anymore. And so help me god, if you tell me you can't fuck me because your dick is detachable, you’ll be praying for flying pigs before I let you inside me again. Come here and fuck me."
Jared sighs, pumping at Jensen hard the same way Jared did in Texas, pressed up filthy-secret on the inside of Jensen's dressing room door, Lou Diamond Phillips pounding on the other side to ask Jensen out for a congratulatory drink.
"I'm sure we can arrange something," Jared whispers, dark and sultry and dangerous. "I'm sure that can be arranged, indeed.”
The house stinks of frivolous cash in the spaces that have never gotten used at all, by any of the owners. Jensen wonders if this has always been a fuck-hideaway for the somewhat rich, half-way famous, and completely closeted homosexual populations of various professions. He decides that it doesn’t really matter; he’s gotten all the carpets cleaned and picked the furniture they’d need before he’d even stepped into this house once. That’s not even counting the empty rooms Jensen might not have the heart to furnish, given the fact that the wide spaces and bare walls make Jared look smaller when they fuck, crammed in corners and jammed against walls and doors.
Jared’s gotten himself into a pile driver position, knees next to his head, ass lewd and open in the air as he leans against a wall and Jensen wishes he had brought his camera with him, the way that Jared’s obvious height disappears in the span of the room. Jensen slides his dick into Jared’s ass, sun shining through the windows, and tries to hold on as long as possible, Given the fact that he can’t watch Jared, and the fact that Jared’s sweet-talking him.
“Love seeing that ass bounce,” Jared says, silky smooth and dark, “Love feeling you inside me. Makes me feel like I could deal with it for the rest of my life like this, waiting for your use. But anonymous holes aren’t any fun, Jen, are they? Naw, you want to see something more, don’t you.”
“How did you even,” Jensen pauses because he’s shaking and trying not to claw his toes too tight in the rug. He needs some kind of support, but wants to see Jared, so he turns around and slides back in while hanging onto a chair off to the side. Looking down, he sees Jared looking really uncomfortable and yet spreading his ass for it, like he wants to be fucked this way.
“Funny what happens when you don’t care about hurting for three days after, don’t you think?” Jared smiles, hands falling from his ass to his hair, biting his lip impatiently. “Mmm, you gonna fuck me?”
“You gonna stop talking in riddles?” Jensen asks, thrusting in deeper. Jared moans, pushes himself up higher and this position really shouldn’t be working out for either of them, but when Jensen backs away and pops all the way out, Jared’s gaping open like a girl, entrance wanting him back for a few seconds before closing in. Jensen thrusts in again, and then slides all the way out, mesmerized by the sight.
“You know it turns you on,” Jared jokes. Jensen’s fingers slide around Jared’s pulled open hole, fascinated as his finger slides on in next to his dick easy. Jared groans, bucks against the intrusion, and Jensen starts to unroll them both onto the floor. “Hope you’re gonna make me come, Jen.”
“Don’t worry,” Jensen reassures, swagger sweet and easy. “I expect to do just fine making you come.”
Jensen rolls Jared back into the wall, sitting in Jensen’s lap with his legs over Jensen’s shoulders, squished into the corner of the room, like Jensen’s trying to fuck him into the wall.
“Fuck,” Jared whispers, “Like that, fuck me right there, god.”
“Yeah,” Jensen gasps happily, hips snapping in double time, right across the spot he knows Jared will go crazy over. He watches Jared squirm, like he’s trying to climb right up the wall as his eyes snap closed and he moans loud and long.
“I’m gonna come,” Jared warns.
Jensen shrugs. “Come then. What’s holding you back? You need a hand? Some dirty talk? Some booze? I could just come inside you and leave you here? You want that instead? Tease you all day as come slowly leaks out of you?”
“Jen,” Jared gasps. His eyes open wide as Jensen’s hand holds onto Jared’s cock, a thumb at the ridge below the head of Jared’s cock, as he keeps stroking over the spot of nerves that gets Jared the most.
“That is what you want, isn’t it?” Jensen asks, just a little cocky. “Drop a nice load right in you, come long and hard and leave you to get yourself off while I watch. You don’t wanna say it because you think you’ll look like a slut, but I know that whimper. Open your legs wider and look real pretty and I’ll do it for you, Jared. I’ll fill you up with it, you wouldn’t even be able to handle it.”
“Right there, Jensen, oh god,” Jared sighs. “Get me off, Jensen, come inside me.”
Jensen’s toes curl, and it’s so easy to simply give in to Jared’s admission, to let the orgasm wash over him, ringing in his ears and sliding down his back. Jared gasps as Jensen’s hand curls tighter around him, long stripping strokes that make Jared curl up even further, like he’s trying to take Jensen in deeper to feel every ripple while he’s coming. Jared’s mouth hangs open, heaving for air and when they finally separate, Jared looks like a mess, like a lumberjack’s come-rag, sticky white and scruffy. He dips his head back against the wall as Jensen spreads himself out on the carpet.
“That was so hot,” he says, wool scratchy but plush against his back.
Jared sounds satisfied, as Jensen looks up to see Jared sucking on come-soaked fingers. “Yeah. It was.”
Jensen’s strung up at the top of the stairs on the second level of the house, arms tied to the railing on the third floor stairwell in a way that should hurt a lot more given the fact that Jared used so much rope. Jensen’s balancing on spread ankles that almost lift him off his feet because the railings he’s tied to pulls them just barely off the carpet. Jensen knows all of this, he knows how he looks because Jared made him watch all of this in the big mirror that hangs from the far wall in the stairwell they’re in, the one that leads to the first floor of the house. Jared’s wearing his jeans, still, the nice ones that cling to his ass and make Jensen want to play with the lace-fly with his teeth, and a pair of fetish gloves made of black latex that climb up Jared’s arms like oil and buckle behind the back. Jared’s hair is down, and Jensen stops watching Jared to watch himself, naked save for a black wifebeater that Jared kind of likes on him.
This kind of looks like the set of a soft S&M film, but he trusts Jared more than that, and the ropes are kind of comforting in the way that Jensen knows Jared can’t haphazardly throw him down the stairs.
He’s been horny well since this afternoon, and the fact that they’re doing this with the lights on in the kitchen during eight o’clock on a Monday night. If they were in the suburbs, this would be the most taboo and awkward thing Jensen could think of, being tied up in his own kitchen, but it’s in the country, and Jensen can get behind Jared being as kinky as he wants to be, well. Almost.
The makeshift blindfold the kimono sash has become falls against Jensen’s eyes again, getting double knotted and then wrapped around his head again. Jared runs his fingers though Jensen’s hair, latex feeling slick against his scalp, wrenching Jensen’s head backwards uncomfortably to send a clear message about who will be in power during this little tryst. It gets through, Jensen notes, as he lets his head loll afterward.
“Jared,” Jensen warns, but Jensen doesn’t do anything except run his lips down Jensen’s neck, laying kisses along his jaw.
“Wanna fist you. Wanna suck your cock and fist you and make you scream; there’s a reason why you’re supported so well in those ropes. Tell me to stop. Tell me to make you come and I will, Jen. Wanna see you struggle.”
Jensen can understand that, after all, he’s at the top of a long and steep stairwell that leads into a pane of glass, and given the fact that he’s only wearing a joke of a shirt, it would be the scandal of the CW year if he died in a predicament like this.
“You’ve been talking about it for months, haven’t you?” Jensen asks softly, wishing he could shrug. “I want you to do it. Can’t believe how bad I want it.”
“Jen. Swear I’m gonna fucking make you feel so good, swear it,” Jared groans, spreading lube down the crack of Jensen’s ass. A cool finger slides into him, crooking back into Jensen’s prostate, making his knees buckle and his head tip back to lean into Jared’s shoulder. Jared’s other hand lays fast on the curve of his hip, and Jared loops another finger in and stretches Jensen out, finger-fucking him in slow motion.
“C’mon, Jare,” Jensen whispers. “Fuck, Jared.”
“Just relax,” Jared says, lips wet against Jensen’s neck. “Remember how hot this was the last time, how you just let yourself go and let me in? You liked that, how you could feel every part of my hand inside you? How hard you came? Relax, Jen. Let me in like that again, baby. It’ll be good. I promise.”
Jensen groans, toes curling as Jared adds more lube before fitting in and uncomfortable third finger. Jensen’s hands, curling in on themselves over his head. A steady shaking breath, and he drops his tailbone, spreading his legs open as his head hangs down. It’s a steady, slow fucking and as Jared’s free hand pulls him back, he puts two fingers on one hand and one finger off the other inside Jensen, pulling him open wide until Jensen’s pressing his lips together.
“I want to hear you, Jensen,” Jared whispers, low in the back of his throat. “Don’t be afraid of me, baby. Let me have you. I want you, Jen. Let me have you.”
Four fingers, now, and Jensen’s slowly going insane, pulling hard against the ropes silently.
Jared pushes his fingers in and down, tucking his thumb in the palm of his hand, warming Jensen up a little more to stretch around his knuckles before backing away.
A gloved hand reaches to twist Jensen’s nipple, lightning shivering down his body as Jared smiles next to him. “I’m not gonna do it unless you want me to. Say it. Tell me you want my whole hand, tell me you want it all. Not gonna do it unless you let me, unless you let me open you all the way up. You want that? Tell me you want it. Tell me.”
Jensen fights to breathe, fights to speak as Jared toys with him, slides latex fingers up and down his back.
Jared’s voice is thick and ferocious. “Tell me.”
“Goddamnit, Jared,” Jensen looks over his shoulder, although he can’t see anything at all. “When are you going to stop talking and do it? Just…”
The tips of Jared’s fingers slip in, and Jensen’s head hangs down as Jared’s hand pushes in, expanding inside him, until the ridges of Jared’s knuckles slide all the way in, and then the widest part of Jared’s hand slips in wetly, in to the wrist.
“Fuck,” Jensen groans. “God, Jared. You have no idea…”
“Fuck is right, baby,” Jared laughs dryly, splaying both gloved hands on Jensen’s stomach. “You don’t know how good that looked on you, baby.”
“Wait, what?” Jensen asks, hands squirming as Jared’s hands caress him while he’s still filled. Softly, his hand guides Jensen’s face softly to meet in a kiss. Jensen gasps in his mouth, tongue sliding in softly while Jared’s hands slide all over Jensen’s body: Two palms, ten fingers. “Jared? What’s in me?”
“You sound so hot asking that question,” Jared says, the tone of his voice sinister. “There’s nothing in you, at the moment, but that doesn’t mean anything, right?”
“What do you…” Jensen stops. “Jared, oh god, what…”
There’s the long twist of the hand inside him and Jensen panics, fighting at his bonds. Heat everywhere, Jensen’s orgasm is palpable, like he can taste it somewhere between Jared’s tongue and his. It’s tight and constricted until all his muscles are locked into place like cement has been poured underneath his skin. He’s still kissing Jared, hungry like he’s trying to eat Jared alive, swallow him whole, and when the hand inside him clumps and turns, Jensen’s whole world dissolves into feeling, and his body snaps in half.
Jensen comes so hard he swear he can hear his come fall on the pavement steps below him. He swears it’s hard enough to hit the mirror at the bottom of the stairs, he swears his wrists are about to snap from the tugging at the ropes he’s in. Jensen sags, bent over and dangling over the stairs again.
“Give me a second, okay?” Jared says, and the hand slowly slides out of him, fingers bristling out and against Jensen’s prostate again. Jensen gives a choked scream, tight and hot and just a little bit too much where it counts, enough to make him fight against the ropes a little bit more. Jared’s cock slides in, he can tell by the feel of solid mass and Latex, they haven’t used condoms since last year. Jared’s hands are on his hips, and Jensen knows is whole body is arching backwards into a bow, stretched taut against his ropes.
“God, do it.” Jensen pleads. “Just come, Jared. Just.”
“Shh,” Jared whispers, jackknifing his hips and tightening his hold as Jared fucks harder, coming without warning and nothing more than a groan.
“Stop squirming so I can cut you down,” Jared says, and with a few cuts, Jensen’s hands fall down and he leans backward, easy into Jared’s chest. A few more slices at the ropes at Jensen’s feet, and Jared’s hands, warm and smooth without the slick gloves, hold onto him as they frog-march back to bed, Jared’s cock still bumping against him, breaching down into him. “Did so good, baby. You came so hard and I thought you were going to collapse or break something. You should rest, lay down for a minute. I’ll be right back. Don’t take the blindfold off.”
Jensen nods a bit before slipping off into sleep, still shaking.
“Fuck.” He groans, turning over into the pillow.
When Jensen wakes up from his nap, he sighs and groans, stretching his back and fingering over his wrists. There’s nothing on his eyes, and it’s disorienting, the light coming through the balcony doors. “Jared?”
“Need a hand?” Jared asks, softly from the other room.
“Why would I need a…” a rubber fist gets thrown from inside the bathroom onto Jensen’s lap. In the few seconds that Jensen looks at it, turns the bottom to watch as the first folds closed and snaps open, he puts two and two together. “Jared?
“Yeah?” Jared asks.
“Have you ever been beaten with a dildo?”
“No,” Jared says, and Jensen watches him in the clawfoot tub in the other room, just through the door. “Why?”
“Because that’s about to change, that’s why,” Jensen screams. “I’m gonna have your nuts, Padalecki!”
It's hard to believe that they've been in this house for a few days already, the air musky and dry, electricity flickering due to that thunderstorm, hot rooms with no reprieve. That’s part of the charm of this house, Jensen supposes, the fact that it’s modern and beautiful and unique but without AC. Instead, a ceiling fan swipes in circles overhead, even when it’s dark outside, it’s hot enough that Jensen rubs ice on his lips, and the windows are open because the house needs some kind of breeze.
They walk around naked; it's the country, after all. Jared’s miles of tanned skin, stocky and beautiful with muscles that stand out gold-brown against empty white walls. Jensen likes having him anytime he so pleases, so open and free. It's not like anybody's going to see anything, spying in from next door. Good fences make good neighbors, but wooded lots make neighbors irrelevant.
The nice thing about nights like these, nothing to do or take care of or what on TV, is the fact that Jared's always up for playtime, always up for putting down his book, kissing at Jensen’s lips until Jensen putting his glasses and paper down, arching into the touch. Jared leans Jensen back and sucks his cock until Jen's begging for a quick re-arrange, like he is now. The minimal sofa can't hold them, it can’t even hold Jared on most days, but the floor allows them to spread out.
Jensen's pliant against Jared's hands, so when they push his legs back, out, and down, Jensen's not surprised until he feels Jared's tongue teasing behind his balls, licking at his ass.
"What're you..." Jensen starts, but Jared pulls him away from his crotch.
"Pull my legs back," Jared says, and when Jensen sits up, he practically falls onto Jared's tongue, opening him up and sliding inside until he's full. Jared starts slurping away, licking and sucking and teasing as much as he can. It’s a bit weird to be doing this with the lights on, but seeing Jared’s body spread out for him makes all comfort and modesty issues evaporate. Jensen's hips shift once or twice and soon, he's grabbing behind him at Jared's hair, easing him up enthusiastically as if to say 'I want more of you up there'. Jared lets his tongue slide out and lick at Jensen again.
“Not so rough!” Jensen groans. “I’m stiffer than you, remember? Haven’t been doing all that limber shit you’ve been doing.”
“Aww, are you sore from yesterday? Did I stretch out that little asshole of yours too much yesterday?” Jared teases.
“Fuck you, Junior,” Jensen snaps. “See if you can keep putting yourself into those fucked up macabre sexual positions when you’re my age.”
“You don’t stop and I’ll go get the hand again,” Jared grins.
“You and that goddamn hand,” Jensen smiles. “You and that goddamn hand and that goddamn show. Promise I’ll never fuck you again if you take another season.”
“That’s really mature, old man,” Jared taunts.
“I’m old enough to not care if it’s mature, idiot.” Jensen smiles. “I hate that fucking macabre shit.”
There's an impossible shift in the mood of the conversation when Jared's legs fly up, and soon, Jensen's lurching back down and sucking on Jared's thighs, his balls, and finally, if Jensen stretches a bit, the top of Jared's entrance.
Twisted up in this lover’s knot, Jared tries hard not to buck as Jensen licks at him, fingers pressed into the stretch of his skin between balls and ass.
“God, baby,” Jared groans. “Fuck me. Fuck me real hard, fuck me like I want you to. Put something in me. Your fingers, your cock, anything. I want it, baby. Want it real bad. Eat me, come on, eat me real good.”
“Jared,” Jensen laughs. “Just…stop. For a second, just slow down, just…”
“Want it so bad, baby. Don’t make me wait for it. Please, Jensen?” Jared squirms under Jensen’s touch, and when he sinks fingers into Jared’s as Jensen reaches behind him to slide fingers into Jared’s mouth before bringing them, spit slick and filthy, to rub at Jared’s ass, just the tips slipping in. Jared grins happily against Jensen’s thigh, taking the skin between his teeth and biting down gently, enough to pull at the skin and growl. Jensen leans back on him, slipping his ass over Jared’s face easily and then slipping his fingers all the way in, licking at his thighs easily.
Jared whimpers quietly, toes curled down and in as Jensen slides the fingers right across his prostate without a second thought. Suddenly, Jensen sits up, spreading Jared open wide and up as his face takes the brunt of Jensen’s ass. A few more tentative licks, and Jensen’s undoing himself from the knot, slipping away quietly.
“Fuck,” Jared groans. “Where are you going, Jen?”
“Nowhere,” Jensen smiles at him over his shoulder before he sits down halfway across the room.
“Nowhere, huh?’ Jared whispers. “Well, if you don’t come back I’m going to have to finish without you. Gonna watch, Jensen? Gonna tell me what to do, because I’d do almost anything you asked. Wanna watch me jack myself off?”
“Kinda like the sound of that,” Jensen smiles, and lays back against the wall, watching Jared in the center of the room, leaning back into the carpet before slipping a hand down his thighs, cradling his balls and caressing his cock.
“C’mon. You know you wanna touch me, tell me what to do,” Jared cooes. “C’mon, Jensen.”
Jensen smiles, “Open your legs. Wide, like a good boy. Let me see you.”
Jared swings his body around, pulling himself down and lifts his hips from the carpet, showing off his best asset.
Jensen points. “I want you fingering yourself, stroking your cock. Wanna see it.”
“Course, Jen,” Jared grins, goofy as he licks at his fingers before rearranging himself so a finger can flirt with his entrance before slipping in easy. Jensen pulls out gently before pushing back in with two fingers. Fucking in and out softly, Jensen watches as Jared closes his eyes and lets his other hand tease at his cock, finger trailing down the vein at the bottom of his cock. “You gonna fuck me?”
“Yeah, right.” Jensen laughs. “You might get more action from your two best friends, there.”
“Fuck.” Jared says, fingers splitting him wide and loose, crying out as he scrapes across his prostate with a nail.
“Pick up your cock, Jared.” Jensen smiles. “Jack yourself off, baby.”
Jared does as asked, getting in a few steady strokes with a low moan before he takes his fingers out and his hand away and suddenly, Jared’s shaking like a fiend, moaning and slithering around on the floor as if he’s possessed.
“Jen,” he breathes, shakily. “Oh god, want you inside me, gonna come, wanna make it good for you, wanna do it right and come all over your hand and make you come inside me, too, Jensen, Jensen gonna come.”
His whole body rolls up on itself and he gasps, tight and hot, hair scattered around his head and thighs clenching around Jensen’s hands.
“Fuck,” Jared groans. “There’s…gonna…”
Without any help from anybody, including himself, Jared comes hard as Jensen watches. He gasps as if he’s just been cut right down the middle and when he gets to the point where he’s shaking and pleading and laying in aftershocks, the only thing Jensen can think to do is prowl close, bringing his hands to rest on top of Jared’ while Jensen licks at him softly, tongue sliding over the puddles of come.
Making out with Jared’s so easy to do; it’s like second nature. It’s a rainy, cool dark day and they stay in bed for hours, sleeping in because they know Vancouver doesn’t allow that simple pleasure often.
Hands in that long hair, Jensen knows the best way to kiss is eye-to-eye, sitting on the countertop in nothing but a floppy sweatshirt and a pair of boxer briefs. Jared shimmies up, nice and liquid-close, and when he languidly finds Jensen’s dick, just this side of hard, he smiles into Jensen’s mouth and slowly opens Jensen’s briefs up to slide his hand inside, settling quick around Jensen’s dick.
This is when Jared’s most efficient. All of his body hums, but there’s no talking, too sleepy for that, and when he pushes Jensen backward and fishes his cock out of his underwear, Jared laps it up once, twice, and then swallows it down hungry and easy. Jared grins, tight and hot, and when he’s done with it, he laughs softly and opens his fist to take Jensen deeper down into his throat. Jensen continues eating the apple he’d abandoned when Jared had started kissing him in the first place, and hearing the crack of the apple’s skin as Jensen takes another bite is almost as overwhelming as the way Jared can deep throat him without blinking. Jensen eats primly, nibbling at the flesh of the apple while sliding his long fingers into Jared’s hair, leaning back as he thrusts into Jared’s mouth leisurely, savoring how absolutely decadent this is. Jensen leans all the way back, stretching like a cat in the sun, and lets Jared squeeze tight around him.
“You do it like that, baby,” Jensen growls, “like that, Jay.”
It’s comforting, how quickly he comes, because it means he can squirm and yawn and slide back into bed next to Jared, who smells like coffee and mint toothpaste, and frustration and come. There’s a bit of a malicious glare in Jared’s eyes when Jensen walks out, throwing the apple core perfectly into the trash from across the room, but it’s all in good jest; Jared knows that as well as anybody else. Instead, he simply sits back and relaxes, cock nestled in the crack of Jensen’s ass when he falls back asleep under the blankets.
Jensen’s been waiting for this, and so he’s had a lot of time to think about it. It should be easy, even if it will scare Jared out of his mind. Jensen’s gentle with the rope, rigging the kind of knots that hook under the bed before winding Jared’s hands into the nooses. Unless his hands fold up just right, he’ll be tying himself into the knots, pulling the knots tighter as he goes along. Jared’s still sleeping, and Jensen brushes up against him nakedly, and hears him groan.
A blindfold settles over Jared’s eyes, and Jensen passes his hand over Jared’s nipples, spreading just enough liniment to make it burn Jared into awareness. He puts on the cool leather gloves, and wills himself silent as he blows cool air against the liniment, turning it ice cold. Jared struggles and groans, realizing he’s pulled himself into the ropes and is stuck until Jensen decides to let him go.
Jensen moves off the bed, voice sleepy. “G’b’ck t’bed, Jay.”
“Jensen?” Jared asks, raising his head like he’s trying to listen, so Jensen flips the light switch in the room on, and slams the bathroom door shut to fool him. It’s almost too easy, watching Jared lean back and relax a bit. Jared pulls the sheets down, and tries hard to stay still before whimpering as he pulls at his wrists again.
Jensen’s voice is low and gruff and sounds nothing like it usually does. “You gonna stop squirming or am I gonna have to fuck you silent?”
“Wha…” Jared asks.
“Shhh,” Jensen hisses, rubbing ice against his lips before meeting Jared’s lips in a kiss, Jensen smiles, hooking a finger under Jared’s lip to hold his mouth open, sliding a metal ring in Jared’s mouth. “You gonna be a good boy and keep that there?”
Jared groans and nods. He looks amazing, tied to his own bed, black cloth over his eyes, and a gag that holds his mouth open wide. Another breeze over Jared’s nipple makes him struggle and jerk hard, and when Jensen’s gloves slide down Jared’s torso, pulling underneath Jared’s pants, as Jared groans.
“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you. You mind?” Jensen asks, running a piece of ice around Jared’s belly button before he yanks Jared’s pants right off. Everything is absolutely cold around Jared, Jensen made sure of that, and when Jensen trails the ice over the tip of Jared’s cock, Jared’s whole body locks up tight and hard, thighs shaking from how hard he becomes. “You don’t mind at all, right? Slut. You like it, the attention. Don’t you?”
Jared tries to keep himself calm, and Jensen lubes Jared up quick as he can while he fits the vibrator over Jared’s cock. Jared moans, low in his throat as Jensen switches it on, uses it to fuck Jared easy, up and down, jackknifing up and down until Jared’s arching up, toes curling and thighs wide.
“Whaddya say? Wanna fuck?”
Jared’s voice is pure hunger, all wordless sounds and when Jared’s legs open on their own, Jensen licks his lips without even realizing it, hand still sliding up and down on the vibrator.
“Want me to fuck you?” Jensen asks, and watching Jared struggle and pull at his ropes again, moaning from a stretched-open mouth, and all of that size is amazing all rolled up together. “You sure?”
Jared’s breath comes in rapid fire pants when Jensen slides a lubed hand over him again, sliding two, then three fingers in, forcing him to arch and accept before Jensen slides away and comes back with an ice cold dildo, cold silicone wrapped around an ice-core. It’s cold even through Jensen’s gloves, and when Jensen shoves it all the way in, he pulls the gag out of Jared’s mouth to hear him scream.
“Oh god,” Jared squeals, body going in all different directions, shaking. “Please, please.”
“Looks like you’re doing all the work for me,” Jensen grins, and takes his time snapping all the way in and sliding slick and easy out. Jared rolls up, biting his lips as he rolls his hip and slides further into the pillow.
“Fuck, fuck me,” Jared groans and when Jensen lets the dildo slide over Jared’s prostate, and his toes curl down and around. Jensen rakes over and over again and when Jared screams, he turns on the vibrator around Jared’s cock, making Jared come hard enough to pass out afterward with a wet cry.
Jensen’s quick cleaning Jared up, wiping away the lube and the liniment, putting the toys away and moving to cut down the ropes.
“Jen. Fuck me. Just like this, baby. Take my blindfold off, wanna see you. Want you to come in me, Jensen. Could…” Jared asks, pulling at his wrists. Jensen reaches over to undo Jared’s blindfold, light shining as Jared breathes his appreciation, reaching up to lock his lips with Jensen’s. his eyes are glassy, like he’s been fucked out and kind of wants to pass out, if it weren’t for the very apparent fact that he wants Jensen to come, too.
“Fuck.” Jared groans, low and deep. “Fuck me, Jen. Let me do all the work, baby.”
Jared’s legs wrap around Jensen’s hips, easy and entangled. He bites at Jensen’s lips, coaxing Jensen inside him until they’re flush against each other. Jared pushes forward, gently as Jensen slides against him, face to face as Jensen puts his hands on Jared’s hips, shifting in and out lazily with the tides.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Jared says, low and shaky. “I’ll call Ashton and tell him I quit if you make me come again. I swear, baby.”
Jensen smiles. “I don’t believe you. At all, in fact. You like that role too much, Padalecki.”
“I love the cheesy dialogue, but I think you’re funner.” Jared pouts. Jensen thrusts slow, just enough to shove raw against Jared’s prostate, toes curling until they pop with a click. “I’m serious, babe. So serious…oh, god.”
“You think I’m just being mean, but I know how it is when you’re on that set, you know. Making those evil eyes and that pretty little smirk at the camera. You know what you’re doing.” Jensen says, slowly speeding up to a steady fuck, hitting down inside Jared.
Jared shimmies, giving token struggles with his hands and batting his eyelashes while his mouth opens in a drawn out whimper, eyes snapping shut. “Fuck, Jen. What do you want me to do? Make me come, Jen. Do…”
Jared’s voice wanes as Jensen clenches at Jared’s cock, stroking long and tight in silken pumps. Jared closes his eyes, clenches his ass tight around Jensen’s ass, and he chokes on his scream as he comes.
“Goddamn,” Jensen groans, watching all that skin and muscle come alive under him, the arches of Jared’s arms and the curve of his abs. he lets himself come quiet, soft inside Jared, like a slow pour instead of an explosion, white noise letting his ears go, black falling like a sash over his eyes. Jared reaches for him, wraps both his arms around Jensen’s shoulders in a caress and when it’s done, Jensen falls backwards. “You’re out of those…how did you?”
“Didn’t think those knots could hold me, did you?” Jared grins in that sinister little voice he has, face in Jensen’s neck. “Thought you’d spook me, huh?”
Jensen looks down and bites his lip. “Yeah. Kinda did, there.”
“You would have, too, if I wouldn’t have found everything in the freezer while trying to look for my skittles,” Jared says.
“You’re talking about candy and it might just be the most sexy thing I’ve ever heard, Jared.”
“Yeah? Skittles. M-and-M’s. Mars bars. Moon pies, baby. Those two little cupcakes with the marshmallow in the center you used to eat when you were a boy. Mmm, you like that.” Jared purrs, low and heated. “Move over.”
“What are you doing?” Jensen asks as Jared reaches over him to get to his cell phone.
“Texting Ashton,” Jared shrugs. “We’d finished all my parts for the first season, perfect time to pull out if there ever was one. Was planning to, anyway, actually. Thought I’d stay back in LA for a while before we left for Vancouver, but I like this place, a lot. We could get some furniture, stock up the fridge. Make it a real…” he pauses, voice lowering even deeper, lips against Jensen’s ear, “shindig.”
“Talk domestic to me, Jay,” Jensen growls.
“Can do it any time you like,” Jared teases. “Besides, it’s not like these rooms can get any more boring.”
“So, now that you’re no longer the bellboy of room 401,” Jensen sighs, “I suppose you’ll be able to fuck me whenever you like.”
“And there are tons of places we haven’t gotten to. The shower, the dock, the lake, that place in the hallway on the second floor. I think I’d kind of like the idea of having a table to fuck you over though, you know,” Jared shrugs. “Maybe a desk, or like one of those rocker chairs. So what, you up for being normals for a second? We could go into the city, Virginia Tech’s around here somewhere, and I’ve always had the fantasy of fucking my college professor. I’ll do anything to bring my GPA up, Mr. Ackles.”
“Shut up, you. We’d be really gay normals, sure,” Jensen smiles. “Although going into the city would be nice. It would be a shame just to let it rot away and not take advantage, I suppose.”
“Normals,” Jared insists.
“Nothing about our situation has ever been normal,” Jensen says.
“Well, I can bring myself to agree with that,” Jared says, turning out the lamp near his side of the bed, putting the phone down. “Go to sleep. Gonna fuck you outside, tomorrow.”
“Is that right, Mr. Sinister figure of the Macabre?” Jensen says.
“Oooh, Nice name,” Jared grins.