Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
Title: Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
Author: Kaylynnkie
Pairing: SPN Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,646
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, RPS
Written for scoopchick for the prompt over at comment_fic
CWRPS, Jared/Jensen, Can't Fight This Feeling
It was raining outside the Hilton Plaza in Chicago. Jared was holding up an umbrella as he waited for Jensen to extricate himself from the fangirls that had congregated outside in the front. He was smiling and signing things that they offered to him. After what felt like an eternity, he waved goodbye and walked away. Jensen turned to him, scowling.
"You didn't have to just leave me there, asshole," he growled. "It's raining," he complained brushing water out of his hair.
Jared shrugged. "You seemed to have it under control. Where is our driver picking us up?"
"At that corner." He pointed to where two signs more or less collided into each other. "He said at Flower and Center."
What Jared could make out, read something like F or d R & C nt side. "Glad you got this under control."
"It's what you keep me around for," he teased with a gentle shoulder push.
Something warm shifted in Jared's belly, and they waited at the corner, pressed close together until a dingy blue SUV arrived to pick them up. They could hear NPR pouring from the speakers. Apparently, their driver was deaf as a doornail. When Jensen pulled away from him to claim the front seat, he felt a twinge of sadness and missed the warmth of his friend.
~*~
Kansas was playing religiously everywhere in the convention. Jared found the sound to be grating even if it was classic much to Jensen's delight. He teased him on stage, in the dressing room, anywhere they happened to be, Jensen would grin before announcing to those around him that this music was far too much for his deara companion's fragile state, and could they please put on some soothing Beyonce if it wouldn't be too much trouble. Jared had growled at him and stormed off when Jensen looked away.
Misha had shown up to the convention as a surprise guest, and Jensen and Jared gracefully surrendered the stage to his throng of adoring fans to hide in the back with Vikki. She was watching her husband, while she sipped coffee and smiled fondly.
"Doesn't it bother you?" Jared asked.
She peered over her glasses at him, a true accomplishment since Jared was well over a foot and a half taller than she was. "Does what?"
He jerked his chin out towards the stage. "All those women fawning over him."
Shrugging at him, she turned back to her coffee. "I'm not jealous of them if that's what you mean. He's my husband. Not theirs. They don't know how he drinks his coffee or that he cries during Steel Magnolias."
"Seriously?"
She grinned. "Every single time." She paused before asking, "Does it bother you? All those people looking and touching?"
He felt guilt seep into his gut. "I don't...it's different with us."
"Cause you don't let anyone know?"
He nodded.
"Now that can't be healthy. Surely not," she added softly tapping the lid of the coffee cup with her nail.
~*~
The last song they went on stage to was REO Speedwagon's Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore. Typically a great song, it made Jared's heart pound in an awful way. He wanted to go home, play in the yard with his puppies and listen to crappy music while Jensen laughed at him from the porch with a cup of coffee in his hands.
Right before they said their grand good-bye to the fans, Jared felt a headache coming on and it seated itself right in his temple above his right ear. His stomach was growling, and the fatigue was really starting to wear him down. All he wanted to do was go back to the hotel and wrap himself up in blankets until the little dots stopped dancing in front of his eyes. He still smiled for the fans. They were his favorite part of his job, even if he did feel like crap today.
"I'm starving!" Jensen declared as they wrapped up the convention for the day. "C'mon," he said tugging on Jared's arm . "I got us reservations at this seafood place. Lobster sounds awesome right about now."
Jared was shaking his head, though, "I don't know, Jen. I don't feel all that great. Maybe I'll just skip out tonight."
"You're not hungry?"
"Not really."
"Let me see if I understand this. You," he pushed his index finger into the other man's chest to emphasize his point, "Jared Padelecki, are not hungry for the deliciousness of garlic lobster tail?"
"Please, Jen. Don't make a big deal out of it."
The impish light that had been in his eyes dimmed. "You really don't feel good?"
He shook his head, and Jensen pulled out his cell phone. "I'll call up the driver, and he'll take us to the hotel. Then we'll see if the hotel has anything good on the menu."
"You don't have to-"
"Jared, shut up."
He smiled and lowered his head, letting Jensen take care of all the little details.
~*~
It wasn't entirely unsuspected when Jared lunged at him once they were safely inside their hotel suite. Jensen gathered him close and buried his face in his neck.
"I missed you."
"I'm right here," he laughed falling back against the bed.
"Still missed you."
Jensen's heart twisted, and he pulled his lover closer. "Right here," he whispered. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
He let Jared push him down and drop kisses in a lazy trail down his neck to his chest. A sharp twinge of pain near his waist made him gasp out loud.
"Jay, what...?"
The younger man smiled and licked over the love bite he had just created above the crease of Jensen's thigh.
"Want you."
"Fuck's sake..." he panted. "Should cut you off more often. The lube's in the nightstand."
He whined in compaint when Jared rolled off of him to go retrieve the small bottle. "Always prepared, right?"
"I try to be," he said watching as Jared opened the bottle and drizzled some of the lube on his chest. "That's not where that goes," he said softly.
Jared pouted. "I like it here."
The tingling feeling started to set in, and Jensen tried to reach down to touch himself, but Jared trapped his wrists above his head. Locking his gaze with Jensen, he lowered his mouth to one erect nipple and took it into his mouth.
"Oh!" He threw his head back and groaned. "Feels so good."
He lowered one hand to cup Jensen's sex and found it to be hard and dripping.
"This all for me?"
Jensen twisted a little in his grip and angled his head for a kiss. Jared obliged him and lowered his head. It was a chaste brushing of lips that left Jared breathless.
"I'm always all for you."
He twisted Jensen's other nipple playfully before pouring more of the lube onto his hands. Slowly but steadily, he penetrated Jensen's body waiting for the muscle to relax before relentlessly inserting two more fingers. Jensen cried out and lifted one leg around Jared's lower back. Warmth radiated off the other man's skin.
"I love you, Jen," he said releasing thte other man's hands.
Jensen lifted himself up and, Jared's fingers still buried in him, managed to climb onto Jared's chest. "Love you, too."
He lowered himself experimentally and immediately rose up, gasping at the sensation. It felt so good. Finding the right rhythm, he started riding the long digits inside of him brutally. Jared obliged him by changing the angle and brushing over that sweet bundle of nerves buried deep inside. He snatched the lube off the bedspread and used it to slick Jared's cock.
"Want this," he hissed dragging his fist over the other man's erection.
Jared pulled his fingers free with a lewd wet sound and gripped Jensen's thighs before wrapping a hand around the base of himself. Using Jared's shoulders to balance, the other man lowered himself down slowly. After only a few inches, he was gasping and shaking his head.
"Please. I can't anymore. You have to..." he broke off, trembling and shaking.
He gripped Jensen's waist and forced him down. The other man shrieked and whined when Jared finally bottomed out. They both moaned at the sensation. Jensen twisted around a few times before bearing down and starting to ride him earnestly, hands splayed in the middle of his chest. Jared's orgasm rippled through him and peaked almost painfully. The slickness of his come seemed to excite Jensen more than anything else, and the man above him slid his hand down to touch where they were joined. He braced himself on Jared's thigh and used his other hand to jerk himself off furiously. The additional stimulation made Jared pulse weakly a few more times before they collapsed into a wrecked exhausted heap.
~*~
Somewhere between the furious make up sex and murmured apologies, Jensen managed to get them some take out with the specification that there be some kind of soup because he was convinced that sick people needed soup. Jared toweled off his hair, listening to him on the phone. When he returned to the bedroom, Jared drew him close and they spent the time until someone knocked on the door kissing and touching.
~*~
"So, what brought this on?" Jensen asked lazily.
They were sitting in the small living area, watching cable TV and eating take-out with chopsticks. Jared tried for the better part of fifteen minutes before giving up and finding a fork in the mini-bar area.
"So?" Jensen pressed.
"I missed you."
"I'm right here, baby."
Jared nuzzled closer. "I know. I love you."
"Yeah, me too."
"Can we just listen to old love songs and eat Chinese take-out?"
Jensen laughed. "Course we can, darlin'. Course we can."
~*~
Author: Kaylynnkie
Pairing: SPN Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,646
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, RPS
Written for scoopchick for the prompt over at comment_fic
CWRPS, Jared/Jensen, Can't Fight This Feeling
It was raining outside the Hilton Plaza in Chicago. Jared was holding up an umbrella as he waited for Jensen to extricate himself from the fangirls that had congregated outside in the front. He was smiling and signing things that they offered to him. After what felt like an eternity, he waved goodbye and walked away. Jensen turned to him, scowling.
"You didn't have to just leave me there, asshole," he growled. "It's raining," he complained brushing water out of his hair.
Jared shrugged. "You seemed to have it under control. Where is our driver picking us up?"
"At that corner." He pointed to where two signs more or less collided into each other. "He said at Flower and Center."
What Jared could make out, read something like F or d R & C nt side. "Glad you got this under control."
"It's what you keep me around for," he teased with a gentle shoulder push.
Something warm shifted in Jared's belly, and they waited at the corner, pressed close together until a dingy blue SUV arrived to pick them up. They could hear NPR pouring from the speakers. Apparently, their driver was deaf as a doornail. When Jensen pulled away from him to claim the front seat, he felt a twinge of sadness and missed the warmth of his friend.
~*~
Kansas was playing religiously everywhere in the convention. Jared found the sound to be grating even if it was classic much to Jensen's delight. He teased him on stage, in the dressing room, anywhere they happened to be, Jensen would grin before announcing to those around him that this music was far too much for his deara companion's fragile state, and could they please put on some soothing Beyonce if it wouldn't be too much trouble. Jared had growled at him and stormed off when Jensen looked away.
Misha had shown up to the convention as a surprise guest, and Jensen and Jared gracefully surrendered the stage to his throng of adoring fans to hide in the back with Vikki. She was watching her husband, while she sipped coffee and smiled fondly.
"Doesn't it bother you?" Jared asked.
She peered over her glasses at him, a true accomplishment since Jared was well over a foot and a half taller than she was. "Does what?"
He jerked his chin out towards the stage. "All those women fawning over him."
Shrugging at him, she turned back to her coffee. "I'm not jealous of them if that's what you mean. He's my husband. Not theirs. They don't know how he drinks his coffee or that he cries during Steel Magnolias."
"Seriously?"
She grinned. "Every single time." She paused before asking, "Does it bother you? All those people looking and touching?"
He felt guilt seep into his gut. "I don't...it's different with us."
"Cause you don't let anyone know?"
He nodded.
"Now that can't be healthy. Surely not," she added softly tapping the lid of the coffee cup with her nail.
~*~
The last song they went on stage to was REO Speedwagon's Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore. Typically a great song, it made Jared's heart pound in an awful way. He wanted to go home, play in the yard with his puppies and listen to crappy music while Jensen laughed at him from the porch with a cup of coffee in his hands.
Right before they said their grand good-bye to the fans, Jared felt a headache coming on and it seated itself right in his temple above his right ear. His stomach was growling, and the fatigue was really starting to wear him down. All he wanted to do was go back to the hotel and wrap himself up in blankets until the little dots stopped dancing in front of his eyes. He still smiled for the fans. They were his favorite part of his job, even if he did feel like crap today.
"I'm starving!" Jensen declared as they wrapped up the convention for the day. "C'mon," he said tugging on Jared's arm . "I got us reservations at this seafood place. Lobster sounds awesome right about now."
Jared was shaking his head, though, "I don't know, Jen. I don't feel all that great. Maybe I'll just skip out tonight."
"You're not hungry?"
"Not really."
"Let me see if I understand this. You," he pushed his index finger into the other man's chest to emphasize his point, "Jared Padelecki, are not hungry for the deliciousness of garlic lobster tail?"
"Please, Jen. Don't make a big deal out of it."
The impish light that had been in his eyes dimmed. "You really don't feel good?"
He shook his head, and Jensen pulled out his cell phone. "I'll call up the driver, and he'll take us to the hotel. Then we'll see if the hotel has anything good on the menu."
"You don't have to-"
"Jared, shut up."
He smiled and lowered his head, letting Jensen take care of all the little details.
~*~
It wasn't entirely unsuspected when Jared lunged at him once they were safely inside their hotel suite. Jensen gathered him close and buried his face in his neck.
"I missed you."
"I'm right here," he laughed falling back against the bed.
"Still missed you."
Jensen's heart twisted, and he pulled his lover closer. "Right here," he whispered. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
He let Jared push him down and drop kisses in a lazy trail down his neck to his chest. A sharp twinge of pain near his waist made him gasp out loud.
"Jay, what...?"
The younger man smiled and licked over the love bite he had just created above the crease of Jensen's thigh.
"Want you."
"Fuck's sake..." he panted. "Should cut you off more often. The lube's in the nightstand."
He whined in compaint when Jared rolled off of him to go retrieve the small bottle. "Always prepared, right?"
"I try to be," he said watching as Jared opened the bottle and drizzled some of the lube on his chest. "That's not where that goes," he said softly.
Jared pouted. "I like it here."
The tingling feeling started to set in, and Jensen tried to reach down to touch himself, but Jared trapped his wrists above his head. Locking his gaze with Jensen, he lowered his mouth to one erect nipple and took it into his mouth.
"Oh!" He threw his head back and groaned. "Feels so good."
He lowered one hand to cup Jensen's sex and found it to be hard and dripping.
"This all for me?"
Jensen twisted a little in his grip and angled his head for a kiss. Jared obliged him and lowered his head. It was a chaste brushing of lips that left Jared breathless.
"I'm always all for you."
He twisted Jensen's other nipple playfully before pouring more of the lube onto his hands. Slowly but steadily, he penetrated Jensen's body waiting for the muscle to relax before relentlessly inserting two more fingers. Jensen cried out and lifted one leg around Jared's lower back. Warmth radiated off the other man's skin.
"I love you, Jen," he said releasing thte other man's hands.
Jensen lifted himself up and, Jared's fingers still buried in him, managed to climb onto Jared's chest. "Love you, too."
He lowered himself experimentally and immediately rose up, gasping at the sensation. It felt so good. Finding the right rhythm, he started riding the long digits inside of him brutally. Jared obliged him by changing the angle and brushing over that sweet bundle of nerves buried deep inside. He snatched the lube off the bedspread and used it to slick Jared's cock.
"Want this," he hissed dragging his fist over the other man's erection.
Jared pulled his fingers free with a lewd wet sound and gripped Jensen's thighs before wrapping a hand around the base of himself. Using Jared's shoulders to balance, the other man lowered himself down slowly. After only a few inches, he was gasping and shaking his head.
"Please. I can't anymore. You have to..." he broke off, trembling and shaking.
He gripped Jensen's waist and forced him down. The other man shrieked and whined when Jared finally bottomed out. They both moaned at the sensation. Jensen twisted around a few times before bearing down and starting to ride him earnestly, hands splayed in the middle of his chest. Jared's orgasm rippled through him and peaked almost painfully. The slickness of his come seemed to excite Jensen more than anything else, and the man above him slid his hand down to touch where they were joined. He braced himself on Jared's thigh and used his other hand to jerk himself off furiously. The additional stimulation made Jared pulse weakly a few more times before they collapsed into a wrecked exhausted heap.
~*~
Somewhere between the furious make up sex and murmured apologies, Jensen managed to get them some take out with the specification that there be some kind of soup because he was convinced that sick people needed soup. Jared toweled off his hair, listening to him on the phone. When he returned to the bedroom, Jared drew him close and they spent the time until someone knocked on the door kissing and touching.
~*~
"So, what brought this on?" Jensen asked lazily.
They were sitting in the small living area, watching cable TV and eating take-out with chopsticks. Jared tried for the better part of fifteen minutes before giving up and finding a fork in the mini-bar area.
"So?" Jensen pressed.
"I missed you."
"I'm right here, baby."
Jared nuzzled closer. "I know. I love you."
"Yeah, me too."
"Can we just listen to old love songs and eat Chinese take-out?"
Jensen laughed. "Course we can, darlin'. Course we can."
~*~