Fic: You handcuffed me to the bed?
Title: You handcuffed me to the bed?
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,200 ish
Warning: Slight dub-con at first. Handcuffs.
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine. This did not happen. And if it did, I wasn't invited.
Summary: Jared is completely lovesick and pissed that Jensen doesn't remember their night together. Obviously, Jared needs to refresh his memory.
Jared watched him all night long. Watched. Glared. Imagined wicked, dirty, wrong things and all the ways he could make Jensen beg for him. And he would. He'd beg and whimper as he came, and then get fucking amnesia the next morning. Hell, maybe it was the tequila. Maybe he really couldn't remember.
But Jared didn't really believe that, and he didn't really give a shit if it was true. The only thing he cared about was repeating the experience. Tonight. Now. As often and for as long as he could possibly manage. Because the guy was killing him. Every time he flirted and laughed with some skank, Jared died a little inside. And this? Watching Jensen strum his guitar beside Chris, their knees touching and their smiles just for each other, this was ripping out his fucking heart.
And not in the girly way where he needed to write in his diary and listen to some angry lesbian music. Nah. This was knife to the chest, hot steel slicing into his flesh like butter, rip out his still beating heart and stomp it into the ground like a used up, disgusting butt of a cigarette pain. And yeah, sure, he felt a little better knowing his pain was so manly and violent, but he'd still end up alone in bed tonight, whimpering into his pillow like the love sick fool that he was. Because pain was pain, and fucked was fucked.
And Jared was fucked.
“Dude, deep breath.” Mike collapsed onto the couch beside him and shoved a beer into his hand. “You're going to pass out or something, glaring that hard.”
“I wasn't,” Jared protested mulishly.
“Whatever.” Mike watched Jensen and Chris for a minute, listening to them play. Finally, he said, “They're good together, huh?”
Jared looked from Mike to Jensen and back, glaring at them both until it turned into a pout and he turned his gaze to the beer bottle in his hand. Because, yeah. They were good together. They played well together, vibed off each other in an effortless, unpracticed way that made Jared sick.
“I guess,” he muttered.
“Jesus, you used to be fun.” Mike reached in front of Jared's face and snapped his fingers obnoxiously. “Snap out of it! Put in some effort for fuck's sake.”
“It's not like that.”
Mike smirked at him, shaking his head in a mixture between amusement and pity. “Yeah, Jay, it is.” He clicked their beer bottles together and stood, a little wobbly on his feet. “So fucking do something about it already. It's annoying.”
And wasn't that just great? Not only was he harboring a painful, embarrassingly insistent hard on for one of his friends, but apparently everyone had gotten the memo except for Jensen. Or maybe he just didn't care. But, no, that wasn't right. Jensen might be pretending that he didn't remember that night, but every touch was burned into Jared's skin like a brand.
Jensen had clung to him. Stared into his eyes and gasped soft, desperate words as he arched into Jared's hand. He trembled, and moaned, and begged. He called Jared's name like they were lovers and came apart so hard and fast that he shook with it.
Jared tightened his hand around the beer bottle and took a long swig, desperate to wash down the lump in his throat. The rest of his body wasn't so willing to forget the incredibly erotic images flashing through his mind, but he didn't force the issue. Because it wasn't going to be an issue much longer.
He snuck into Jensen's room a few hours later. Technically, it was Chris's guest room, but it was Jensen's sleeping form curled beneath the covers and that was all that mattered. He hadn't had a real plan until an hour ago. Even now, it wasn't a plan, exactly. Just a pair of handcuffs that Mike had tossed at him, ten bottles of liquid courage slushing in his stomach, and the desperate throbbing of his cock. So, not so much a plan as a total lack of inhibitions, a prop, and the desire to fuck Jensen into next week.
But hell, it sounded like a plan to him.
The handcuffs were easier to get on than he'd thought they would be. Jensen was a little drunk and mostly asleep as Jared lifted his arms and quietly snapped them into place. He didn't even open his eyes until he felt the cool metal against his wrists, and by then it was too late.
“Jay?” He instinctively tugged against the restraints, but his expression was confused and a little annoyed, not afraid. “What?”
“Why're you pretending you don't want me?” Jared asked, looking down at him in the dark. His lips were parted and every confused blink swept his eyelashes against his cheek ... against the freckles Jared would have trailed his fingers over if the light was better. “You remember.”
Jensen looked away, at the ceiling, off into the darkest corner of the room. He looked everywhere but at Jared as he struggled into wakefulness. When he finally spoke, his voice was raspy and quiet. “I don't know what you mean.”
“Thought you might say that.” Jared gulped down his fear and grit his teeth against the ramifications of what he was doing. If this went to hell, well it'd give the word new meaning. “I'll show you.”
He ran a tentative hand down Jensen's chest, his fingers dragging over thin cotton from clavicle to hip bone. Beneath him, Jensen gasped and tensed, his belly taught where Jared's fingers explored and played.
“Jared....”
He slid his hand under Jensen's shirt, letting his fingertips brush against the top of Jensen's boxers before moving upward again. The soft, smooth skin of his stomach heaved with his breathing. When Jared circled one of his nipples and then rolled it experimentally, Jensen's breathing turned even more ragged.
“Jesus, Jared ... stop.”
“Chris is two doors down.” Jared scraped his nails over Jensen's nipple. “Yell and he'll be here.” His other hand came up and settled over Jensen's hip, his thumb rubbing circles on the bare skin right above his boxers. “He'll kick my ass and I'll never touch you again.”
Jared shifted his hand downward until it rested on Jensen's inner thigh. Jensen twisted his hips before growling low in his throat and obviously forcing his body rigid.
Jared smiled and spoke, rough and dirty, into the shell of Jensen's ear. “Or, you could let me.”
“Jared-”
“Let me make you feel good.”
Jensen threw his head back, frustration and hunger warring for dominance on his face. Either way, he wasn't putting up much of a fight and that was good enough for Jared.
He pushed the shirt over Jensen's chest and up his arms. The thin material pooled around Jensen's wrists and in his outstretched fingers. Without being asked, Jensen closed his hands around the material and kept it out of the way.
“You've been driving me fucking crazy,” Jared confessed.
His lips touched down on Jensen's neck again, but the chaste kisses turned deeper as he moved over the exposed skin. He swiped his tongue over the bottom of Jensen's jaw and the guy's lips parted. To accommodate his quick breaths, probably, but Jared didn't care. His mouth ghosted over those lips, entranced, until he felt Jensen's chin come up and force them even closer.
“Knew it,” he breathed before deepening the kiss.
Jensen tasted like the beer they'd been drinking and, beneath that, of himself. The kiss was slow and dirty, mostly one sided until Jared shifted his hand over Jensen's cock and squeezed. The small exhale of breath into Jared's mouth was the beginning of a whimper, and Jared knew he could tease all sorts of desperate, hungry noises from those too pretty lips. He applied pressure with his palm, not nearly as much as Jensen wanted, now obviously hard and straining for more, but enough to tempt Jensen into kissing him back.
And it was good. Fucking torture with Jared still completely dressed and ready to beg for Jensen's touch, but good.
He pulled away and kissed down Jensen's body. His tongue stopped to tease the hollow of Jensen's throat, the hard nub of his nipple, and the jutting curve of his hip bone. Jensen was twisting against the sheets, straining into one touch and shying away from the next until his body was practically vibrating.
Hooking his fingertips into the top of Jensen's boxers, Jared slid them down and off. And as if his last shred of clothing was somehow tied into his restraint, Jensen's mouth opened and the first soft gasp escaped.
“Like that?” Jared kissed over his lower belly and along his hip. Strands of his too long hair whispered along Jensen's cock, teasing out another soft sound. “Not gonna forget this.”
He licked into the hollow along Jensen's hip bone, teasing the skin until he took it into his mouth and started to suck. Jensen's hips came off the bed in a sharp, barely aborted thrust. The sound that came out of his mouth was something between a whimper and a moan, and Jared heard the handcuffs rattle for the first time.
“Fuck. Jesus.” Jensen was gasping for breath now, his hips shifting against the bed. “Jared....”
“I'm going to make you feel so good,” Jared started talking, the words tumbling out of his mouth without thought. “I'm gonna make you beg. And I'm gonna suck that pretty cock and you're going to come so hard. Whimper and sob and ... fuck.”
His lips feathered along Jensen's cock without warning, a chaste kiss going to the extra sensitive ridge and teasing another moan from the handcuffed man. Jared pressed his fingers against Jensen's mouth, his own mouth promising wicked heat if Jensen complied. And he did.
Jensen took his fingers deep into his mouth, sucking and laving his tongue against them. Jared gasped and swirled his tongue along the head of Jensen's cock. The steady suction on his fingers demanded that he return the gesture and he did. His lips parted and he took Jensen into his mouth. Hot, desperate mouths pulled and drew until Jared was rolling his hips against the mattress, turned on and fucked up and not sure which one of them was winning. Not sure if it even mattered anymore, or if it ever did.
He pulled his fingers out of Jensen's mouth, though he ached to leave them there. Instead, he pressed them right against Jensen's ass, and teased one inside. All the while, his head bobbed and his cheeks were hollowed, and the instant Jensen's mouth was unoccupied he started babbling.
“Jesus, Jared. Jesus. Wanted this. Wanted you.” He arched his hips, moaning loudly when Jared's fingers curled against his prostate. “Le me go. Please ... god, please. Let me go.”
Jared paused at the words, thrown off by Jensen's begging. But the moment he stopped Jensen's hips canted forward and he whimpered.
“Hands.” Jensen gasped, rolling his hips again. “Please.”
Something clicked in his fuzzy head and he groped blindly for the handcuffs. It only took him a few tries to trip the release catch - because anyone would give him handcuffs that needed a key, please - and then Jensen was free and his hands were burying themselves in Jared's hair.
“God, fucker.” Jensen was laughing, his voice fucked out and husky. “You fucker.”
Jared only curled his fingers again in response and Jensen keened. His breath was coming in short, violent pants that mirrored the erratic thrust and grind of his hips. Jared swallowed around him, increased the suction and let Jensen's thrusts do the rest. He curled his fingers one last time and then Jensen was coming, his moan too loud but fucking beautiful as Jared swallowed the liquid flooding his mouth.
Jared pulled off and rested his head against Jensen's hip, not sure which of them was gasping harder. He was so hard it fucking hurt. The harsh throbbing seemed to extend clear up his spine, and it took an extreme effort not to grind against the bed until he came like a teenager.
“You handcuffed me to the bed?” Jensen sounded more affronted than angry, and Jared felt a moment of blind hope when the hand still tangled in his hair urged him up the bed. He crawled forward, and the next thing he knew Jensen was dragging him down for a hot, hard kiss.
It was his mouth that was explored and dominated. His dick that was suddenly enclosed in a tight grip and teased back to the brink. The dizzying pleasure of Jensen stroking his cock was heightened by the soaring sensation of joy in his chest. Because when he came, hard and fast, it was Jensen pressed against him, whispering nonsensical words of pleasure and love.
"Mmm." Jared drifted back to earth and cuddled close to the man beside him, pressing a smiling kiss into Jensen's neck. "Was good."
"You're pretty happy with yourself, huh?" Jensen asked.
"Mmm hmm." Jared nosed at his jaw until Jensen turned and their mouths met. Pulling back, Jared sighed, "Pretty happy with you, too."
"You know everyone heard that, right?"
"Yep." Jared grinned.
"I'm glad you think it's funny. We're never going to hear the end of it."
Jared flashed him a blinding grin and announced, "That was the plan."
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,200 ish
Warning: Slight dub-con at first. Handcuffs.
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine. This did not happen. And if it did, I wasn't invited.
Summary: Jared is completely lovesick and pissed that Jensen doesn't remember their night together. Obviously, Jared needs to refresh his memory.
Jared watched him all night long. Watched. Glared. Imagined wicked, dirty, wrong things and all the ways he could make Jensen beg for him. And he would. He'd beg and whimper as he came, and then get fucking amnesia the next morning. Hell, maybe it was the tequila. Maybe he really couldn't remember.
But Jared didn't really believe that, and he didn't really give a shit if it was true. The only thing he cared about was repeating the experience. Tonight. Now. As often and for as long as he could possibly manage. Because the guy was killing him. Every time he flirted and laughed with some skank, Jared died a little inside. And this? Watching Jensen strum his guitar beside Chris, their knees touching and their smiles just for each other, this was ripping out his fucking heart.
And not in the girly way where he needed to write in his diary and listen to some angry lesbian music. Nah. This was knife to the chest, hot steel slicing into his flesh like butter, rip out his still beating heart and stomp it into the ground like a used up, disgusting butt of a cigarette pain. And yeah, sure, he felt a little better knowing his pain was so manly and violent, but he'd still end up alone in bed tonight, whimpering into his pillow like the love sick fool that he was. Because pain was pain, and fucked was fucked.
And Jared was fucked.
“Dude, deep breath.” Mike collapsed onto the couch beside him and shoved a beer into his hand. “You're going to pass out or something, glaring that hard.”
“I wasn't,” Jared protested mulishly.
“Whatever.” Mike watched Jensen and Chris for a minute, listening to them play. Finally, he said, “They're good together, huh?”
Jared looked from Mike to Jensen and back, glaring at them both until it turned into a pout and he turned his gaze to the beer bottle in his hand. Because, yeah. They were good together. They played well together, vibed off each other in an effortless, unpracticed way that made Jared sick.
“I guess,” he muttered.
“Jesus, you used to be fun.” Mike reached in front of Jared's face and snapped his fingers obnoxiously. “Snap out of it! Put in some effort for fuck's sake.”
“It's not like that.”
Mike smirked at him, shaking his head in a mixture between amusement and pity. “Yeah, Jay, it is.” He clicked their beer bottles together and stood, a little wobbly on his feet. “So fucking do something about it already. It's annoying.”
And wasn't that just great? Not only was he harboring a painful, embarrassingly insistent hard on for one of his friends, but apparently everyone had gotten the memo except for Jensen. Or maybe he just didn't care. But, no, that wasn't right. Jensen might be pretending that he didn't remember that night, but every touch was burned into Jared's skin like a brand.
Jensen had clung to him. Stared into his eyes and gasped soft, desperate words as he arched into Jared's hand. He trembled, and moaned, and begged. He called Jared's name like they were lovers and came apart so hard and fast that he shook with it.
Jared tightened his hand around the beer bottle and took a long swig, desperate to wash down the lump in his throat. The rest of his body wasn't so willing to forget the incredibly erotic images flashing through his mind, but he didn't force the issue. Because it wasn't going to be an issue much longer.
He snuck into Jensen's room a few hours later. Technically, it was Chris's guest room, but it was Jensen's sleeping form curled beneath the covers and that was all that mattered. He hadn't had a real plan until an hour ago. Even now, it wasn't a plan, exactly. Just a pair of handcuffs that Mike had tossed at him, ten bottles of liquid courage slushing in his stomach, and the desperate throbbing of his cock. So, not so much a plan as a total lack of inhibitions, a prop, and the desire to fuck Jensen into next week.
But hell, it sounded like a plan to him.
The handcuffs were easier to get on than he'd thought they would be. Jensen was a little drunk and mostly asleep as Jared lifted his arms and quietly snapped them into place. He didn't even open his eyes until he felt the cool metal against his wrists, and by then it was too late.
“Jay?” He instinctively tugged against the restraints, but his expression was confused and a little annoyed, not afraid. “What?”
“Why're you pretending you don't want me?” Jared asked, looking down at him in the dark. His lips were parted and every confused blink swept his eyelashes against his cheek ... against the freckles Jared would have trailed his fingers over if the light was better. “You remember.”
Jensen looked away, at the ceiling, off into the darkest corner of the room. He looked everywhere but at Jared as he struggled into wakefulness. When he finally spoke, his voice was raspy and quiet. “I don't know what you mean.”
“Thought you might say that.” Jared gulped down his fear and grit his teeth against the ramifications of what he was doing. If this went to hell, well it'd give the word new meaning. “I'll show you.”
He ran a tentative hand down Jensen's chest, his fingers dragging over thin cotton from clavicle to hip bone. Beneath him, Jensen gasped and tensed, his belly taught where Jared's fingers explored and played.
“Jared....”
He slid his hand under Jensen's shirt, letting his fingertips brush against the top of Jensen's boxers before moving upward again. The soft, smooth skin of his stomach heaved with his breathing. When Jared circled one of his nipples and then rolled it experimentally, Jensen's breathing turned even more ragged.
“Jesus, Jared ... stop.”
“Chris is two doors down.” Jared scraped his nails over Jensen's nipple. “Yell and he'll be here.” His other hand came up and settled over Jensen's hip, his thumb rubbing circles on the bare skin right above his boxers. “He'll kick my ass and I'll never touch you again.”
Jared shifted his hand downward until it rested on Jensen's inner thigh. Jensen twisted his hips before growling low in his throat and obviously forcing his body rigid.
Jared smiled and spoke, rough and dirty, into the shell of Jensen's ear. “Or, you could let me.”
“Jared-”
“Let me make you feel good.”
Jensen threw his head back, frustration and hunger warring for dominance on his face. Either way, he wasn't putting up much of a fight and that was good enough for Jared.
He pushed the shirt over Jensen's chest and up his arms. The thin material pooled around Jensen's wrists and in his outstretched fingers. Without being asked, Jensen closed his hands around the material and kept it out of the way.
“You've been driving me fucking crazy,” Jared confessed.
His lips touched down on Jensen's neck again, but the chaste kisses turned deeper as he moved over the exposed skin. He swiped his tongue over the bottom of Jensen's jaw and the guy's lips parted. To accommodate his quick breaths, probably, but Jared didn't care. His mouth ghosted over those lips, entranced, until he felt Jensen's chin come up and force them even closer.
“Knew it,” he breathed before deepening the kiss.
Jensen tasted like the beer they'd been drinking and, beneath that, of himself. The kiss was slow and dirty, mostly one sided until Jared shifted his hand over Jensen's cock and squeezed. The small exhale of breath into Jared's mouth was the beginning of a whimper, and Jared knew he could tease all sorts of desperate, hungry noises from those too pretty lips. He applied pressure with his palm, not nearly as much as Jensen wanted, now obviously hard and straining for more, but enough to tempt Jensen into kissing him back.
And it was good. Fucking torture with Jared still completely dressed and ready to beg for Jensen's touch, but good.
He pulled away and kissed down Jensen's body. His tongue stopped to tease the hollow of Jensen's throat, the hard nub of his nipple, and the jutting curve of his hip bone. Jensen was twisting against the sheets, straining into one touch and shying away from the next until his body was practically vibrating.
Hooking his fingertips into the top of Jensen's boxers, Jared slid them down and off. And as if his last shred of clothing was somehow tied into his restraint, Jensen's mouth opened and the first soft gasp escaped.
“Like that?” Jared kissed over his lower belly and along his hip. Strands of his too long hair whispered along Jensen's cock, teasing out another soft sound. “Not gonna forget this.”
He licked into the hollow along Jensen's hip bone, teasing the skin until he took it into his mouth and started to suck. Jensen's hips came off the bed in a sharp, barely aborted thrust. The sound that came out of his mouth was something between a whimper and a moan, and Jared heard the handcuffs rattle for the first time.
“Fuck. Jesus.” Jensen was gasping for breath now, his hips shifting against the bed. “Jared....”
“I'm going to make you feel so good,” Jared started talking, the words tumbling out of his mouth without thought. “I'm gonna make you beg. And I'm gonna suck that pretty cock and you're going to come so hard. Whimper and sob and ... fuck.”
His lips feathered along Jensen's cock without warning, a chaste kiss going to the extra sensitive ridge and teasing another moan from the handcuffed man. Jared pressed his fingers against Jensen's mouth, his own mouth promising wicked heat if Jensen complied. And he did.
Jensen took his fingers deep into his mouth, sucking and laving his tongue against them. Jared gasped and swirled his tongue along the head of Jensen's cock. The steady suction on his fingers demanded that he return the gesture and he did. His lips parted and he took Jensen into his mouth. Hot, desperate mouths pulled and drew until Jared was rolling his hips against the mattress, turned on and fucked up and not sure which one of them was winning. Not sure if it even mattered anymore, or if it ever did.
He pulled his fingers out of Jensen's mouth, though he ached to leave them there. Instead, he pressed them right against Jensen's ass, and teased one inside. All the while, his head bobbed and his cheeks were hollowed, and the instant Jensen's mouth was unoccupied he started babbling.
“Jesus, Jared. Jesus. Wanted this. Wanted you.” He arched his hips, moaning loudly when Jared's fingers curled against his prostate. “Le me go. Please ... god, please. Let me go.”
Jared paused at the words, thrown off by Jensen's begging. But the moment he stopped Jensen's hips canted forward and he whimpered.
“Hands.” Jensen gasped, rolling his hips again. “Please.”
Something clicked in his fuzzy head and he groped blindly for the handcuffs. It only took him a few tries to trip the release catch - because anyone would give him handcuffs that needed a key, please - and then Jensen was free and his hands were burying themselves in Jared's hair.
“God, fucker.” Jensen was laughing, his voice fucked out and husky. “You fucker.”
Jared only curled his fingers again in response and Jensen keened. His breath was coming in short, violent pants that mirrored the erratic thrust and grind of his hips. Jared swallowed around him, increased the suction and let Jensen's thrusts do the rest. He curled his fingers one last time and then Jensen was coming, his moan too loud but fucking beautiful as Jared swallowed the liquid flooding his mouth.
Jared pulled off and rested his head against Jensen's hip, not sure which of them was gasping harder. He was so hard it fucking hurt. The harsh throbbing seemed to extend clear up his spine, and it took an extreme effort not to grind against the bed until he came like a teenager.
“You handcuffed me to the bed?” Jensen sounded more affronted than angry, and Jared felt a moment of blind hope when the hand still tangled in his hair urged him up the bed. He crawled forward, and the next thing he knew Jensen was dragging him down for a hot, hard kiss.
It was his mouth that was explored and dominated. His dick that was suddenly enclosed in a tight grip and teased back to the brink. The dizzying pleasure of Jensen stroking his cock was heightened by the soaring sensation of joy in his chest. Because when he came, hard and fast, it was Jensen pressed against him, whispering nonsensical words of pleasure and love.
"Mmm." Jared drifted back to earth and cuddled close to the man beside him, pressing a smiling kiss into Jensen's neck. "Was good."
"You're pretty happy with yourself, huh?" Jensen asked.
"Mmm hmm." Jared nosed at his jaw until Jensen turned and their mouths met. Pulling back, Jared sighed, "Pretty happy with you, too."
"You know everyone heard that, right?"
"Yep." Jared grinned.
"I'm glad you think it's funny. We're never going to hear the end of it."
Jared flashed him a blinding grin and announced, "That was the plan."