Re: Fill - Cabin Fever 2/2rock_chick_333July 3 2012, 13:47:57 UTC
"Izzat gonna be loud?" Jensen groans at Jeff's affirmative. "Screw that, dude. Can't take noise. Just get in here, will ya?"
Jeff snorts. "You know, if you need a cuddle, you could just say so."
Jensen worms one hand free of the cocoon and reaches over to pinch Jeff, then snuggles back down and dozes to the sound of Jeff pottering around quietly, getting ready for bed.
He carefully doesn't think about the other ways he's been wanting to get Jeff into bed with him. No good thinking about that now. Even though the dip of the bed as Jeff gets in makes him want, very badly, to roll over and curl up against him.
When Jensen is next aware --aware, not awake; he hasn't really been asleep, just floating on the codeine-- he realizes he really needs to pee. He hauls himself out of bed and aims himself at the bathroom, glad that he'd worked out its location from Jeff's earlier ablutions. His co-ordination is for shit, so there's a fair amount of banging around before he gets to his destination, and halfway through his racehorse-grade piss, it occurs to him that the door is wide open behind him, and if Jeff's awake... Uhh, whatever. His brain's not working well enough to remember why that would be a bad thing.
He staggers back to bed, a little woozy from all the movement, and crawls in face-first until he meets up with a big, warm, good-smelling heap of Jeff, and wraps himself around it. Jeff makes a surprised, groggy noise that might be Jensen's name, but doesn't protest being mauled, and Jensen lets himself fall into a real sleep.
It feels like the early hours when Jensen wakes up, and he's got to the stage where the codeine is buzzing through him, fizzing under his skin, prickling almost. His cock is fully hard and squashed against Jeff's hip, and his brain is floating somewhere around Jupiter. At some point, Jeff has turned towards him in his sleep, and is now holding on to him. Jensen can't lie still, lies twitching antsily in Jeff's arms until he stirs. He's vaguely aware, half-guilty, that he doesn't have the right to be squirming his hard cock against Jeff, no matter how good it feels, but there's a disconnect between his brain and his body, and he can't seem to make himself stop. Everything feels fuzzy and amazing, and when Jeff rolls up and over him, he makes a desperate, needy little noise. He hears Jeff's voice like it's coming from miles away, and the words don't make any sense; but the big hand on his ass is real and immediate, urging his hips to move faster and harder until the buzzing under his skin shakes him all the way apart, and the last thing he takes down with him is the feeling of his nails digging into the meat of Jeff's shoulders, with his own cry ringing too loud in his ears.
The next time Jensen wakes, the sun is creeping in around the shutters, and his brain seems to be mostly back from its interplanetary expedition. He feels safe and warm and ridiculously happy, the latter being apparently related to a thick hairy arm wrapped securely around his middle and a beard tickling the back of his neck. He luxuriates in the feeling until he realizes that the inside of his shorts is a flaky, itchy mess, glued to his dick. it all comes back to him, in flashes; rubbing off against Jeff in the middle of the night. He goes cold all over. Jesus Christ, what has he done? They're not together. And probably never will be, now. Jeff didn't consent. Oh, fuck, how could he have done that?
He jolts, horrified, and tries to climb out of the bed, which only makes the arms around him hold on tighter.
"That freak-out you're trying to have? Unnecessary."
"But..."
"No buts." Jeff hauls Jensen tighter into his body. "You had needs, and I was more than happy to help."
"I... But I didn't ask you, I just..."
"I didn't need asking, sweetheart, we were already on the same page. Why do you think I invited you up here for the weekend?" Jeff nibbles the back of his neck. "Now settle the fuck down. 'M on holiday. Get ta lie-in."
Jensen relaxes back into Jeff's arms, bemused, and ponders sending a fruit-basket to whoever invented Tylenol.
Re: Fill - Cabin Fever 2/2rock_chick_333July 3 2012, 14:40:26 UTC
You're very welcome! This is my first attempt at hurt/comfort - but I kept it within my comfort zone by shoe-horning a little touch of porn in there...!
Jeff snorts. "You know, if you need a cuddle, you could just say so."
Jensen worms one hand free of the cocoon and reaches over to pinch Jeff, then snuggles back down and dozes to the sound of Jeff pottering around quietly, getting ready for bed.
He carefully doesn't think about the other ways he's been wanting to get Jeff into bed with him. No good thinking about that now. Even though the dip of the bed as Jeff gets in makes him want, very badly, to roll over and curl up against him.
When Jensen is next aware --aware, not awake; he hasn't really been asleep, just floating on the codeine-- he realizes he really needs to pee. He hauls himself out of bed and aims himself at the bathroom, glad that he'd worked out its location from Jeff's earlier ablutions. His co-ordination is for shit, so there's a fair amount of banging around before he gets to his destination, and halfway through his racehorse-grade piss, it occurs to him that the door is wide open behind him, and if Jeff's awake... Uhh, whatever. His brain's not working well enough to remember why that would be a bad thing.
He staggers back to bed, a little woozy from all the movement, and crawls in face-first until he meets up with a big, warm, good-smelling heap of Jeff, and wraps himself around it. Jeff makes a surprised, groggy noise that might be Jensen's name, but doesn't protest being mauled, and Jensen lets himself fall into a real sleep.
It feels like the early hours when Jensen wakes up, and he's got to the stage where the codeine is buzzing through him, fizzing under his skin, prickling almost. His cock is fully hard and squashed against Jeff's hip, and his brain is floating somewhere around Jupiter. At some point, Jeff has turned towards him in his sleep, and is now holding on to him. Jensen can't lie still, lies twitching antsily in Jeff's arms until he stirs. He's vaguely aware, half-guilty, that he doesn't have the right to be squirming his hard cock against Jeff, no matter how good it feels, but there's a disconnect between his brain and his body, and he can't seem to make himself stop. Everything feels fuzzy and amazing, and when Jeff rolls up and over him, he makes a desperate, needy little noise. He hears Jeff's voice like it's coming from miles away, and the words don't make any sense; but the big hand on his ass is real and immediate, urging his hips to move faster and harder until the buzzing under his skin shakes him all the way apart, and the last thing he takes down with him is the feeling of his nails digging into the meat of Jeff's shoulders, with his own cry ringing too loud in his ears.
The next time Jensen wakes, the sun is creeping in around the shutters, and his brain seems to be mostly back from its interplanetary expedition. He feels safe and warm and ridiculously happy, the latter being apparently related to a thick hairy arm wrapped securely around his middle and a beard tickling the back of his neck. He luxuriates in the feeling until he realizes that the inside of his shorts is a flaky, itchy mess, glued to his dick. it all comes back to him, in flashes; rubbing off against Jeff in the middle of the night. He goes cold all over. Jesus Christ, what has he done? They're not together. And probably never will be, now. Jeff didn't consent. Oh, fuck, how could he have done that?
He jolts, horrified, and tries to climb out of the bed, which only makes the arms around him hold on tighter.
"That freak-out you're trying to have? Unnecessary."
"But..."
"No buts." Jeff hauls Jensen tighter into his body. "You had needs, and I was more than happy to help."
"I... But I didn't ask you, I just..."
"I didn't need asking, sweetheart, we were already on the same page. Why do you think I invited you up here for the weekend?" Jeff nibbles the back of his neck. "Now settle the fuck down. 'M on holiday. Get ta lie-in."
Jensen relaxes back into Jeff's arms, bemused, and ponders sending a fruit-basket to whoever invented Tylenol.
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Codeine, man. *smirks*
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