More babysitter!Jared...
Title: Jailbait Tastes Like Baby Formula
Author: kinkynicky
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Length: 898 words of pure porn
Summary: Directly follows Jailbait Tastes Like Cherryade. Jared the seventeen year old babysitter owes Jensen the sort of pushy, semi-asshole, actor-boy a blowjob.
Dedicated: keepaofthecheez asked for blowjob porn, and I know that I still owe her the final part of my other fic (16,000+ words EEK!) so, I had to give her a little something.
Thanks: Thanks to my real-life wifey, Chloe, who ventures into the world of my LJ just to read my sordid porn. You see why I love her, yes? Well, she completely suggested baby formula. Thank her for this one.
“I haven’t ever…”
Jensen’s still on his knees, running his palms slowly up and down the denim-clad thighs of this kid he just sucked off. Maybe asking for a blowjob in return was a little much? It’s clear to him that Jared’s never had a gay experience in his life, but still, the thought of seeing his brother’s hired babysitter on his knees? Kind of too much to pass up.
Standing, he runs his hand up over Jared’s stomach and chest, before winding it around his neck and into that soft, pretty hair. “Shh, it’s okay.” He mumbles against closed lips, closing in enough to lick a stripe up the side of the kid’s face before rising up to his ear. “Let me show you.”
In one swift move they’ve swapped places, Jensen’s back to the wall, Jared leaning against his body, eyes closed, still shaking a little from coming a few minutes before. Taking advantage of the babysitter’s vacant state, Jensen takes his hand and raises it to his lips, pulling two long fingers inside the warmth of his mouth and hearing Jared moan again.
He’d expected the salt and tang of skin - it takes him a second to realise that the powdery, almost porridge-like taste he finds instead is baby formula. The realisation shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does. It just backs this whole thing up. Babysitter. Jared is a seventeen year old babysitter. The same kid who made up a bottle for Jensen’s nephew less than half an hour ago.
The fingers pull away from his mouth and suddenly there’s hands working at Jensen’s zipper, shaking fingers - and Jensen didn’t even see Jared get down onto his knees he was so distracted by the wrongness of this whole thing.
The second the zipper is down, Jared tugs his jeans to mid-thigh and Jensen’s cock springs out, hard and begging for attention.
Jared just stares at it for a little while.
“Hey,” Jensen whispers, and Jared meets his heavy eyes as Jensen gestures for his hand again. Taking those still-wet fingers and bringing them back towards his mouth, Jensen nods, licking his lips and thrusting his hips forward a little in suggestion. “Like this…”
And there’s a moan when he sucks Jared’s long digits back into his mouth, but he’s not sure which one of them made the sound. The idea that maybe it was Jared is enough to have him humping air, but before he even gets the chance his dick is enveloped inside too-big, too-hot hands.
“Yeah…” he mumbles from around thin fingers, his tongue exploring the bony knuckles and rough pads to find more of that formula taste. It tastes of nothing, but it means so much - means for sure that Jensen is right there the very second that the hot, young babysitter takes his first tentative lick, runs his thumb across the tip, and then finally wraps his lips around the head of Jensen’s cock.
He fights to keep his hips against the wall, sucking hard on the fingers in his mouth to keep from moaning something that might scare the kid off, only Jared is clearly making a point of copying exactly what Jensen does, evidenced by the way Jared’s hot mouth tightens around his dick and he’s pulled further into that heat.
Jared makes a little noise from the back of his throat like maybe he’s enjoying himself, before echoing Jensen’s exploration of his finger-pads by tongue-flicking experimentally just underneath the head of his cock, and Jensen knows that Jared just got a burst of bitter-salt against his tongue and the thought is enough to make him thrust a little, sliding more of himself inside that sweet mouth.
“Good, babysitter…” He’s crooning praise as his fingers find there way back into that shaggy hair, petting Jared like a puppy and staring down without blinking at the blush of Jared’s cheeks, the way his wet lips stretch so pretty around his cock, the way they look far too much like they’re meant to be there. “You’re doing so good.”
When he comes he figures its only fair to warn the kid, mumbles “Gonna come,” and pushes at his shoulder. Jared stands and takes a step back, watches eyes wide as Jensen strokes himself. Just as he's is about to come Jared’s back in his space, his hand around the one Jensen’s stroking himself with and his tongue wet against his neck.
“Fuck.”
When he’s done, they’re both a little out of breath, a little shaky. Their tangled hands are covered in come, but understandably, Jared seems more concerned by the patch of Jensen’s come now soaking into the thigh of his jeans.
Still, neither of them move to clean up, and meeting Jared’s eyes, his own half-closed and satisfied, Jensen raises his finger to Jared’s lips. The challenge in his eyes isn’t subtle, and Jared recognises it, glancing only once at the come covered digit before dipping his head to take it in his mouth. He closes his eyes and sucks hard, pulling off of Jensen’s finger with a wet ‘pop’, a range of expressions flashing across his face but not a grimace in sight.
“You taste a little like salt.” Jared mumbles, shy again, tongue slipping out of his mouth to work along his lips as he flashes a small smile.
Jensen can’t help but laugh a little. “You taste like baby formula.”
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