Fic: Untitled Bedtime Schmoop
Title: Untitled
Author: neros_violin
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: R
Word Count: 1220
Summary: Unadulterated bedtime schmoop.
Author's Notes: Inspired by dugindeep, who said, I have visions for lovely, sweet, funny fic where they're basically just making out and making each other laugh constantly. WOULDN'T THAT BE LOVELY?. Originally posted on her journal, so I apologize to anyone who's already seen this.... but it does have an extra paragraph (with hair tugging) that was missing from that version due to posting fail. :D
By the time Jared gets out of the shower Jensen's already in bed, reading by the light of the lamp on the beside table. He's wearing his usual bedtime attire, which consists of a white v-neck t-shirt and too-long pajama pants that might be Jared's.
Jared is wearing his usual bedtime attire, which is nothing.
He has no idea at all how Jensen can sleep like that, cotton snagging on cotton every time he turns over, things getting all twisted, pants riding up into a wedgie. Or at least that's how Jared feels when he wears anything to bed. Jensen can get away with it when Jared can't, because Jensen sleeps like a dead person - whatever position he drops off in is the position he wakes up in, whether that's flat on his back, sprawled in post-coital akimbo or arms wrapped around Jared with his knee wedged in between Jared's legs, the cup of his hips tight against Jared's ass.
In his more philosophical moments, which are few and far between, admittedly, Jared thinks that he and Jensen are made for each other because their parts, even the jagged, ragged ones, fit together, fill one another's empty, asymmetrical spaces.
"Need anything?" Jared asks, his hand on the bathroom light switch.
Jensen doesn't even look up from his book. "Nope, 'm good."
"I think you do need something," Jared says, and Jensen looks up then, recognizing the tone in his voice.
"Oh, no," he says.
"Oh, yeah," Jared nods, and takes a running start. "Elbow drop," he yells, throwing his body onto the bed, elbow first into the matress, his body half on top of Jensen's.
Jensen tosses his head back and laughs as Jared hooks one of his legs under his arm and sprawls his body out, pinning Jensen's shoulders. "One," he shouts out, his free hand hitting the pillows like a ref's count. "Two," he says, and Jensen's still laughing even as he kicks his leg and breaks the pin, his arms coming up to grasp the back of Jared's neck.
"Oh my God, you are such a fucking dork," Jensen says, all grinning mouth and crinkled eyes and affection, and Jared can't not kiss him right then, his hips shifting at the same moment Jensen's legs fall open, so Jared can settle in, press their bodies together.
Jensen's mouth tastes like toothpaste, cool from the glass of water he drinks before he goes to sleep, and Jared can't get enough. He slips his lips over Jensen's, just enjoying the smooth friction, every nerve in his body focused on the sensation of soft, tender skin brushing against his, slightly dry, just enough moisture for their mouths to slide instead of stick. Every once in a while, he feels teeth, knows that Jensen is grinning into their kisses.
"I was thinking," Jared says, voice pitched low into the shell of Jensen's ear, the barest hint of tongue making contact, a move that never fails to make Jensen shake.
"Uh oh," Jensen says, which is so far beneath his usual level of wit that Jared smiles. He knows every single one of Jensen's buttons - the web of flesh between his thumb and forefinger, the first knob of vertebrae on the back of his neck, the cut of his hip, his ankles, his belly button. But the ear thing? Never fails.
Jared takes his time to press gentle, barely sucking kisses at a particularly soft patch of skin beneath Jensen's ear, along the lower line of his jaw, as Jensen makes contented little humming noises that Jared knows will soon turn to growls, and later to snarls. He almost forgets he was thinking anything at all, that bit of skin smells and tastes so fucking good, but he remembers when he notices the way their lower bodies slot together, the hot press of Jensen's dick through his pajama pants aligning just right with his own, drag of bare flesh against wash-softened fabric.
"I was thinking that we're like...." Jared again loses his train of thought as Jensen rolls his hips, undulating into Jared, and again, Jared can't not kiss him, right the fuck now. Jensen opens for him, licks into Jared's mouth with languid, lazy swipes of his tongue, hint of teeth at Jared's bottom lip, and god, it's so good, Jensen's lips hot and slick and starting to get swollen and Jared knows that if he looks, he'll see them red and kiss-bruised. Jensen tangles his fingers into Jared's hair, right at the base of his skull, tugging, and okay, so Jared's not the only one that knows his partner's buttons.
"Still thinking, Jay?" Jense murmers into Jared's mouth, both turned-on and smug at once, his hips rocking slowly, his legs keeping Jared caged right where he wants him.
Jared struggles to come up with what he wants to say, but Jensen's always been better at managing words with an erection. Jared tells himself this is because his dick is bigger, and needs more blood from his brain which often leaves him non-verbal or at least non-sensical if he tries to talk during sex. Still, he does try, which is how he ends up blurting, "Peanut butter and jelly."
Jensen pulls back, a second of ridiculous startled confusion on his face before he opens his mouth and laughs, his whole body shaking, shaking the bed. His eyes are shut and tears are running down his temples and Jared's laughing too, his forehead dropping to Jensen's shoulder, muffling his snorts into Jensen's collarbone. Jared's distantly aware that their hard cocks are rubbing against each other in new and interesting ways, but it's a far off feeling, like his dick is telling him things are okay on hold, for now.
"What," Jensen wheezes, sucking air. "What are you even?"
Jared tries to get enough wind to answer, but every time he's almost okay, Jensen starts giggling - and yes, he's giggling, and yes, Jared is going to make fun of him so fucking much forever - and Jared joins in and at this point his face hurts and his stomach hurts, but he can't stop.
"I'm. We're. Peanut butter and jelly," he says, and it totally makes sense in his head. He looks down and doesn't meet Jensen's eyes because he can't, not without dissolving, but that means he looks at Jensen's mouth instead which is still red and wet. He takes Jensen's bottom lip between his own, tugging at it a little with his teeth, soothing with his tongue.
"Peas and carrots," he says, pressing in, using his whole body, rubbing against Jensen from mouth to toes.
"Tom and Jerry," he says, and Jensen snorts, and it almost starts all over but Jared holds it together, because he's trying to say something here. He puts his hand over Jensen's heart and leans in again, kissing with lips and tongue and teeth and soul, and Jensen's giving back as good as he gets, like always, not holding anything back so that Jared's breathless. Again.
"Beer and barbecue," he manages to gasp, pulling back to look into the blown-black of Jensen's eyes.
"Oh," Jensen says simply, and Jared knows, as Jensen pulls him down, sucking on Jared's tongue, that he totally gets it, gets him, gets everything. Never fails.
Author: neros_violin
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: R
Word Count: 1220
Summary: Unadulterated bedtime schmoop.
Author's Notes: Inspired by dugindeep, who said, I have visions for lovely, sweet, funny fic where they're basically just making out and making each other laugh constantly. WOULDN'T THAT BE LOVELY?. Originally posted on her journal, so I apologize to anyone who's already seen this.... but it does have an extra paragraph (with hair tugging) that was missing from that version due to posting fail. :D
By the time Jared gets out of the shower Jensen's already in bed, reading by the light of the lamp on the beside table. He's wearing his usual bedtime attire, which consists of a white v-neck t-shirt and too-long pajama pants that might be Jared's.
Jared is wearing his usual bedtime attire, which is nothing.
He has no idea at all how Jensen can sleep like that, cotton snagging on cotton every time he turns over, things getting all twisted, pants riding up into a wedgie. Or at least that's how Jared feels when he wears anything to bed. Jensen can get away with it when Jared can't, because Jensen sleeps like a dead person - whatever position he drops off in is the position he wakes up in, whether that's flat on his back, sprawled in post-coital akimbo or arms wrapped around Jared with his knee wedged in between Jared's legs, the cup of his hips tight against Jared's ass.
In his more philosophical moments, which are few and far between, admittedly, Jared thinks that he and Jensen are made for each other because their parts, even the jagged, ragged ones, fit together, fill one another's empty, asymmetrical spaces.
"Need anything?" Jared asks, his hand on the bathroom light switch.
Jensen doesn't even look up from his book. "Nope, 'm good."
"I think you do need something," Jared says, and Jensen looks up then, recognizing the tone in his voice.
"Oh, no," he says.
"Oh, yeah," Jared nods, and takes a running start. "Elbow drop," he yells, throwing his body onto the bed, elbow first into the matress, his body half on top of Jensen's.
Jensen tosses his head back and laughs as Jared hooks one of his legs under his arm and sprawls his body out, pinning Jensen's shoulders. "One," he shouts out, his free hand hitting the pillows like a ref's count. "Two," he says, and Jensen's still laughing even as he kicks his leg and breaks the pin, his arms coming up to grasp the back of Jared's neck.
"Oh my God, you are such a fucking dork," Jensen says, all grinning mouth and crinkled eyes and affection, and Jared can't not kiss him right then, his hips shifting at the same moment Jensen's legs fall open, so Jared can settle in, press their bodies together.
Jensen's mouth tastes like toothpaste, cool from the glass of water he drinks before he goes to sleep, and Jared can't get enough. He slips his lips over Jensen's, just enjoying the smooth friction, every nerve in his body focused on the sensation of soft, tender skin brushing against his, slightly dry, just enough moisture for their mouths to slide instead of stick. Every once in a while, he feels teeth, knows that Jensen is grinning into their kisses.
"I was thinking," Jared says, voice pitched low into the shell of Jensen's ear, the barest hint of tongue making contact, a move that never fails to make Jensen shake.
"Uh oh," Jensen says, which is so far beneath his usual level of wit that Jared smiles. He knows every single one of Jensen's buttons - the web of flesh between his thumb and forefinger, the first knob of vertebrae on the back of his neck, the cut of his hip, his ankles, his belly button. But the ear thing? Never fails.
Jared takes his time to press gentle, barely sucking kisses at a particularly soft patch of skin beneath Jensen's ear, along the lower line of his jaw, as Jensen makes contented little humming noises that Jared knows will soon turn to growls, and later to snarls. He almost forgets he was thinking anything at all, that bit of skin smells and tastes so fucking good, but he remembers when he notices the way their lower bodies slot together, the hot press of Jensen's dick through his pajama pants aligning just right with his own, drag of bare flesh against wash-softened fabric.
"I was thinking that we're like...." Jared again loses his train of thought as Jensen rolls his hips, undulating into Jared, and again, Jared can't not kiss him, right the fuck now. Jensen opens for him, licks into Jared's mouth with languid, lazy swipes of his tongue, hint of teeth at Jared's bottom lip, and god, it's so good, Jensen's lips hot and slick and starting to get swollen and Jared knows that if he looks, he'll see them red and kiss-bruised. Jensen tangles his fingers into Jared's hair, right at the base of his skull, tugging, and okay, so Jared's not the only one that knows his partner's buttons.
"Still thinking, Jay?" Jense murmers into Jared's mouth, both turned-on and smug at once, his hips rocking slowly, his legs keeping Jared caged right where he wants him.
Jared struggles to come up with what he wants to say, but Jensen's always been better at managing words with an erection. Jared tells himself this is because his dick is bigger, and needs more blood from his brain which often leaves him non-verbal or at least non-sensical if he tries to talk during sex. Still, he does try, which is how he ends up blurting, "Peanut butter and jelly."
Jensen pulls back, a second of ridiculous startled confusion on his face before he opens his mouth and laughs, his whole body shaking, shaking the bed. His eyes are shut and tears are running down his temples and Jared's laughing too, his forehead dropping to Jensen's shoulder, muffling his snorts into Jensen's collarbone. Jared's distantly aware that their hard cocks are rubbing against each other in new and interesting ways, but it's a far off feeling, like his dick is telling him things are okay on hold, for now.
"What," Jensen wheezes, sucking air. "What are you even?"
Jared tries to get enough wind to answer, but every time he's almost okay, Jensen starts giggling - and yes, he's giggling, and yes, Jared is going to make fun of him so fucking much forever - and Jared joins in and at this point his face hurts and his stomach hurts, but he can't stop.
"I'm. We're. Peanut butter and jelly," he says, and it totally makes sense in his head. He looks down and doesn't meet Jensen's eyes because he can't, not without dissolving, but that means he looks at Jensen's mouth instead which is still red and wet. He takes Jensen's bottom lip between his own, tugging at it a little with his teeth, soothing with his tongue.
"Peas and carrots," he says, pressing in, using his whole body, rubbing against Jensen from mouth to toes.
"Tom and Jerry," he says, and Jensen snorts, and it almost starts all over but Jared holds it together, because he's trying to say something here. He puts his hand over Jensen's heart and leans in again, kissing with lips and tongue and teeth and soul, and Jensen's giving back as good as he gets, like always, not holding anything back so that Jared's breathless. Again.
"Beer and barbecue," he manages to gasp, pulling back to look into the blown-black of Jensen's eyes.
"Oh," Jensen says simply, and Jared knows, as Jensen pulls him down, sucking on Jared's tongue, that he totally gets it, gets him, gets everything. Never fails.