Do You Want Some Breakfast? (A Jared fanfic)
Title: Do You Want Some Breakfast?
Author: padackles85
Pairing: Jared/narrator
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 696
Warnings: Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jared. He owns himself. However, I do own the narrator and the story.
Summary: Jared and his girlfriend have breakfast. Sort of.
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Words failed me the minute I set eyes on his magnificent body. His rock hard, defined abs sizzled under the bright, warm rays shining through our dining room window. His hair was sticking up in all different directions, showing signs of a well-played night of love.
“Honey, where are my Fruit Loops?” I heard his silky yet tired voice ask. It seemed a million miles away as I stared at the man I so desperately loved. “I thought they were in the cupboard above the fridge?”
Snapping myself back to reality, I tell him, “They’re in the cupboard to the right of the fridge.”
I sat at the table, sipping my morning coffee as Jared prepared his breakfast of an enormous bowl of cereal, a banana, an apple, toast, and a cup of coffee. I watched his every move, mystified at his grace for someone his size. Next to his 6 foot 5 inches of pure masculinity, I felt like a midget, being only 5 feet 7 inches tall.
Jared sat across from me, eating in silence occasionally looking up at me, smiling. His smile sent shivers through my soul. The warmth, sincerity, and utter brilliance nearly knocked the wind out of me. My mouth ached for his. My body yearned for his touch.
I kept my eye on him, waiting for my moment to pounce. He liked it when I took charge. Patiently, I waited until he finished his breakfast, cleared the table, and sat back down with the morning paper. I got up out of my seat and made my way over to him. I placed my hands on his bare shoulders. Trailing my fingers down to his chest, a shock went through my body. I had to have him, right then and there.
He looked at me, his eyes mimicking mine with similar intentions. He swept me up in one swift motion and assaulted my lips with his own. His hands were strong on my hot skin. He tore at the cloth of the robe I was wearing, to free me of the burden. I traced the lean muscle of his neck with my teeth, enhancing his fire.
We were on the dining room table in seconds. Our bodies intertwined with each others, hands groping skin and muscle. Delicately, Jared brushed long brunette strands away from my face. He bent over me, kissed me deeply. I parted my lips to deepen to kiss. My soul burned. I had to taste, touch, and savor him. My hands found the waistband of his boxers. I effortlessly pulled them off, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands found the most sensitive spot on my thigh and trailed his way up to my waist. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. I wrapped my legs around him, making our connection more intense. His hands, warm and callused, moved lightly up to my shoulders as he continued to kiss me. My head was spinning with his intoxicating scent. His touch sent lightning through my blood, making it boil. I tangled my fingers in his hair, making him purr like a cat.
Time seemed to stand still. Everything around us seemed to slow and eventually stop. It was just him and me. No one else in the world existed. Our movements felt like a dance of passion and love.
In that moment, where soul meets body, our hearts beat as one. Together we surrendered to pleasure and collapsed into each other.
We stayed there, in each others embrace for what seemed like hours. I, through my subconscious protests, moved away first.
“I have to go to work soon.” I said as I slipped back into my robe, realizing I had 2 hours to get ready.
“Yeah, me too.” Jared stretched, his lean muscles rippled with the movement.
“I should take a shower.” I smiled at him, a twinkle in my eye as I sauntered to the bathroom. “Although, it does get awful lonely in there.” I hinted.
“I think I could go for a shower myself.”
Without hesitation, Jared replied to my invitation by pulling me into his arms and carried me to our bathroom.
Author: padackles85
Pairing: Jared/narrator
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 696
Warnings: Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jared. He owns himself. However, I do own the narrator and the story.
Summary: Jared and his girlfriend have breakfast. Sort of.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Words failed me the minute I set eyes on his magnificent body. His rock hard, defined abs sizzled under the bright, warm rays shining through our dining room window. His hair was sticking up in all different directions, showing signs of a well-played night of love.
“Honey, where are my Fruit Loops?” I heard his silky yet tired voice ask. It seemed a million miles away as I stared at the man I so desperately loved. “I thought they were in the cupboard above the fridge?”
Snapping myself back to reality, I tell him, “They’re in the cupboard to the right of the fridge.”
I sat at the table, sipping my morning coffee as Jared prepared his breakfast of an enormous bowl of cereal, a banana, an apple, toast, and a cup of coffee. I watched his every move, mystified at his grace for someone his size. Next to his 6 foot 5 inches of pure masculinity, I felt like a midget, being only 5 feet 7 inches tall.
Jared sat across from me, eating in silence occasionally looking up at me, smiling. His smile sent shivers through my soul. The warmth, sincerity, and utter brilliance nearly knocked the wind out of me. My mouth ached for his. My body yearned for his touch.
I kept my eye on him, waiting for my moment to pounce. He liked it when I took charge. Patiently, I waited until he finished his breakfast, cleared the table, and sat back down with the morning paper. I got up out of my seat and made my way over to him. I placed my hands on his bare shoulders. Trailing my fingers down to his chest, a shock went through my body. I had to have him, right then and there.
He looked at me, his eyes mimicking mine with similar intentions. He swept me up in one swift motion and assaulted my lips with his own. His hands were strong on my hot skin. He tore at the cloth of the robe I was wearing, to free me of the burden. I traced the lean muscle of his neck with my teeth, enhancing his fire.
We were on the dining room table in seconds. Our bodies intertwined with each others, hands groping skin and muscle. Delicately, Jared brushed long brunette strands away from my face. He bent over me, kissed me deeply. I parted my lips to deepen to kiss. My soul burned. I had to taste, touch, and savor him. My hands found the waistband of his boxers. I effortlessly pulled them off, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands found the most sensitive spot on my thigh and trailed his way up to my waist. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. I wrapped my legs around him, making our connection more intense. His hands, warm and callused, moved lightly up to my shoulders as he continued to kiss me. My head was spinning with his intoxicating scent. His touch sent lightning through my blood, making it boil. I tangled my fingers in his hair, making him purr like a cat.
Time seemed to stand still. Everything around us seemed to slow and eventually stop. It was just him and me. No one else in the world existed. Our movements felt like a dance of passion and love.
In that moment, where soul meets body, our hearts beat as one. Together we surrendered to pleasure and collapsed into each other.
We stayed there, in each others embrace for what seemed like hours. I, through my subconscious protests, moved away first.
“I have to go to work soon.” I said as I slipped back into my robe, realizing I had 2 hours to get ready.
“Yeah, me too.” Jared stretched, his lean muscles rippled with the movement.
“I should take a shower.” I smiled at him, a twinkle in my eye as I sauntered to the bathroom. “Although, it does get awful lonely in there.” I hinted.
“I think I could go for a shower myself.”
Without hesitation, Jared replied to my invitation by pulling me into his arms and carried me to our bathroom.