Bind My Dreams Up In Your Tangled Hair 1/1
Title: Bind My Dreams Up In Your Tangled Hair
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Chris Kane/Jensen
Rating: NC17 (mostly because I hate R)
Word Count: 1001
Disclaimer: Not true. :0P
Summary: Chris loves Jensen best when he is sleepy.
Beta: lissa_bear Thanks babe!
Notes/Warnings: Wrote this for lissa_bear because she asked so nicely. :0) Title snatched from Come Into My Sleep by Nick Cave.
Chris is not normally a possessive guy -- he figures he doesn’t really have the right to be, since all the fuck ups and damned near misses so far have been on his part. But there is one thing he doesn’t want to share with anyone, one thing that’s his, and that's Jensen in the morning; hair standing up in odd angles, sleep mussed and fucking gorgeous, voice a sleepy Texas drawl like it never is otherwise.
If he could bottle Jensen in the morning and sell it to the world, he would make a fucking fortune, but he doesn’t want to share, not with anyone. Chris doesn’t care about Jensen hanging with Jared all the time, about the two of them getting drunk together and laughing at private jokes. But he does mind that sometimes Jared passes out on Jensen’s couch after a night of drinking, video games or watching crappy movies, because that means Jared gets to see Jensen in the morning and that’s Chris' treat, damn it.
He likes to call Jensen inanely early, like four am, just to hear that lazy rough voice pour into his brain before he himself tucks in. Jensen usually calls him names and tells him to call later, but Chris doesn’t mind, he could jerk off to Jensen’s sleep voice even if he was reading an autopsy report. Besides, getting Jensen to stay on the line is never really harder than telling him he misses him. His boy is totally easy like that.
Even better than calling Jensen in the morning is fucking him in the morning. Some of the best sex Chris ever had has been when Jensen was half asleep, shifting pliantly to accommodate Chris, panting with every deep slow thrust and coming with a sleepy groan of Chris' name on his lips. Jensen usually falls straight to sleep after that so Chris gets the pleasure of doing it again later. It’s the best thing in the world, really.
~*~
“Wakey, wakey,” Chris mumbles, his voice a soft purr against Jensen’s freckled ear.
“Don’ wanna,” Jensen responds, burrowing deeper into the covers, trying to hide from the bulk of his lover that is currently draped across his back.
Chris chuckles, one hand sliding around Jensen to rest over his heart. “Awww come on baby. You got work today.”
“M tired.”
“And whose fault is that?” Chris asks, his voice full of suppressed laughter. “I distinctly remember telling you to go to sleep around ten last night.”
“You always tell me to go to sleep,” Jensen answers, slightly more awake now.
“Yeah, I do… but just ‘cause I like waking you up so much.”
Jensen turns his head to look at Chris, blue eyes looking black in the dim light. He shifts until he’s on his side with one leg over Chris hip, the older man’s erection pressing against his stomach. They both shift around again, easily falling into the routine of many early, and not so early mornings, until Chris is sliding into him, slowly stretching him wide open.
Jensen groans his approval even as the slow slick slide of skin against skin burns him inside out. Chris feels huge within him, hot, hard and wet; rocking into him with minute thrusts of his hips. Jensen might complain, but dear god, he loves this. Loves Chris fucking him before he's fully awake, mind still drifting without restraints; loves the fact that Chris loves it so much. Over the years, at times, this was the only thing he had that proved to him that Chris still loved him, and even now, he still needs it, needs the reminder.
“Yeah,” he sighs when Chris' fingers finds his cock, wrapping around it. “God yeah.”
It’s over way too fast, Chris coming deep inside him while he spills over Chris' fingers, moaning Chris' name because it feels so good, so perfect. He's got his eyes closed, too lethargic to open them, but he feels Chris moving before the kiss lands on his smiling lips. The other man licks his way into his mouth, kissing him deep and slow without caring about morning breath and five am shadow
Chris tastes like mint, so Jensen knows he’s been up at some point, or maybe he keeps breath mints by the bed. Jensen doesn’t really care; the only thing he cares about is Chris' tongue in his mouth and the fact that the other man is willing to kiss him like this, just as he fucks him without protection these days. It speaks of intimacy, of them, and it’s taken them a long time to get here.
When Chris pulls away from the kiss, Jensen lets himself slide down on his back, wincing when Chris' softening cock slides out of his body.
“Five more minutes?” he asks, not bothering to look at the alarm clock himself. He’s pretty sure it hasn’t gone off yet.
Chris chuckles, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Take how ever many minutes you want babe. Summer hiatus and nothing planned, remember?”
Jensen groans, and if he wasn’t so tired he would totally smack Chris somewhere it would hurt. “Jerk,” he mumbles, almost too tired to form the words.
“But you love me for it,” Chris responds, his voice soft, almost questioning.
“Yeah… Yeah, I do.”
Chris answers something and Jensen almost wishes he wasn’t half asleep because he’s pretty sure it’s something mushy, and getting mush out of Chris is damned near impossible, but in the end he’s too tired to ask what it was and he falls back to sleep with Chris' hand resting over his heart. He knows what the weight of that hand means, even if the times Chris actually says it are few and far between. I love you.
The End
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Chris Kane/Jensen
Rating: NC17 (mostly because I hate R)
Word Count: 1001
Disclaimer: Not true. :0P
Summary: Chris loves Jensen best when he is sleepy.
Beta: lissa_bear Thanks babe!
Notes/Warnings: Wrote this for lissa_bear because she asked so nicely. :0) Title snatched from Come Into My Sleep by Nick Cave.
Chris is not normally a possessive guy -- he figures he doesn’t really have the right to be, since all the fuck ups and damned near misses so far have been on his part. But there is one thing he doesn’t want to share with anyone, one thing that’s his, and that's Jensen in the morning; hair standing up in odd angles, sleep mussed and fucking gorgeous, voice a sleepy Texas drawl like it never is otherwise.
If he could bottle Jensen in the morning and sell it to the world, he would make a fucking fortune, but he doesn’t want to share, not with anyone. Chris doesn’t care about Jensen hanging with Jared all the time, about the two of them getting drunk together and laughing at private jokes. But he does mind that sometimes Jared passes out on Jensen’s couch after a night of drinking, video games or watching crappy movies, because that means Jared gets to see Jensen in the morning and that’s Chris' treat, damn it.
He likes to call Jensen inanely early, like four am, just to hear that lazy rough voice pour into his brain before he himself tucks in. Jensen usually calls him names and tells him to call later, but Chris doesn’t mind, he could jerk off to Jensen’s sleep voice even if he was reading an autopsy report. Besides, getting Jensen to stay on the line is never really harder than telling him he misses him. His boy is totally easy like that.
Even better than calling Jensen in the morning is fucking him in the morning. Some of the best sex Chris ever had has been when Jensen was half asleep, shifting pliantly to accommodate Chris, panting with every deep slow thrust and coming with a sleepy groan of Chris' name on his lips. Jensen usually falls straight to sleep after that so Chris gets the pleasure of doing it again later. It’s the best thing in the world, really.
~*~
“Wakey, wakey,” Chris mumbles, his voice a soft purr against Jensen’s freckled ear.
“Don’ wanna,” Jensen responds, burrowing deeper into the covers, trying to hide from the bulk of his lover that is currently draped across his back.
Chris chuckles, one hand sliding around Jensen to rest over his heart. “Awww come on baby. You got work today.”
“M tired.”
“And whose fault is that?” Chris asks, his voice full of suppressed laughter. “I distinctly remember telling you to go to sleep around ten last night.”
“You always tell me to go to sleep,” Jensen answers, slightly more awake now.
“Yeah, I do… but just ‘cause I like waking you up so much.”
Jensen turns his head to look at Chris, blue eyes looking black in the dim light. He shifts until he’s on his side with one leg over Chris hip, the older man’s erection pressing against his stomach. They both shift around again, easily falling into the routine of many early, and not so early mornings, until Chris is sliding into him, slowly stretching him wide open.
Jensen groans his approval even as the slow slick slide of skin against skin burns him inside out. Chris feels huge within him, hot, hard and wet; rocking into him with minute thrusts of his hips. Jensen might complain, but dear god, he loves this. Loves Chris fucking him before he's fully awake, mind still drifting without restraints; loves the fact that Chris loves it so much. Over the years, at times, this was the only thing he had that proved to him that Chris still loved him, and even now, he still needs it, needs the reminder.
“Yeah,” he sighs when Chris' fingers finds his cock, wrapping around it. “God yeah.”
It’s over way too fast, Chris coming deep inside him while he spills over Chris' fingers, moaning Chris' name because it feels so good, so perfect. He's got his eyes closed, too lethargic to open them, but he feels Chris moving before the kiss lands on his smiling lips. The other man licks his way into his mouth, kissing him deep and slow without caring about morning breath and five am shadow
Chris tastes like mint, so Jensen knows he’s been up at some point, or maybe he keeps breath mints by the bed. Jensen doesn’t really care; the only thing he cares about is Chris' tongue in his mouth and the fact that the other man is willing to kiss him like this, just as he fucks him without protection these days. It speaks of intimacy, of them, and it’s taken them a long time to get here.
When Chris pulls away from the kiss, Jensen lets himself slide down on his back, wincing when Chris' softening cock slides out of his body.
“Five more minutes?” he asks, not bothering to look at the alarm clock himself. He’s pretty sure it hasn’t gone off yet.
Chris chuckles, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Take how ever many minutes you want babe. Summer hiatus and nothing planned, remember?”
Jensen groans, and if he wasn’t so tired he would totally smack Chris somewhere it would hurt. “Jerk,” he mumbles, almost too tired to form the words.
“But you love me for it,” Chris responds, his voice soft, almost questioning.
“Yeah… Yeah, I do.”
Chris answers something and Jensen almost wishes he wasn’t half asleep because he’s pretty sure it’s something mushy, and getting mush out of Chris is damned near impossible, but in the end he’s too tired to ask what it was and he falls back to sleep with Chris' hand resting over his heart. He knows what the weight of that hand means, even if the times Chris actually says it are few and far between. I love you.
The End