How Come, How Long? Jared/Jensen, NC-17
disclaimer: .... Okay so they don't kiss in public but seriously? Never said nothing 'bout behind closed shower doors *grins and waggles brows*
Title: How Come, How Long?
Author: prettifuls_pout
Word Count: 4000-ish
Genre: Romance, Angst, Tragedy
Warnings: M/M sex (very explicate o.o), language, and somewhat mild character death (neither of the J boys, no worries)
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
A/N: Okay, well since my muse flopped yesterday for my other fics, I decided on writing this little baby. Started from listening to some of Babyfaces music, and all the lyrics in the fic are in fact from random songs of his and ya *scratches her head*
Summary: Jensen and Jared, through sickness and in health, through shower sex and funerals -always together.
How Come, How Long
How come, how long
Its not right, its so wrong
Do we let it just go on
Turn our backs and carry on
Jared snuffled groggily, head full of cotton and nose leaking like a broken faucet. He groaned and rolled onto his back, breathing heavily and shivering with a blindingly cold chill. Licking his lips, he tried to open his eyes but they felt as if they'd been scabbed together. Whimpering he thrashed his aching head from side to side slowly, jerking in the darkness around him. “Jen? Jensen, please...” He rasped, throat aching and at the sound of rustling, he finally took in the feel of another's presence in the bed.
He finally managed to crack his left eye open, his vision blearily taking in Jensen's silhouette. A darker shading hovered over his face and he flinched, although the cool press of flesh against his heated forehead relieved some of the ache in his head and he moaned, pressing into the knuckles of his lovers hand. “You're doing better baby, shh, it's gonna be alright. Your fever's gone down a little, you'll be better in no time.”
Jensen's voice was thick with sleep and yet steady in that way that was just so Jensen that Jared reached out for him, curling his burning body around Jensen's naked chest and sides, the cool press of Jensen's cotton jocky's pressing against his own thigh. His head rested on Jensen's chest, face pressing into the crease of his lovers shoulder and chest. “Don't feel better,” He whispered, pain lacing his words and throat aching as if every word were scraping the sensitive interior with a thick piece of sandpaper.
Strong fingers carded through his tangled hair, and Jared felt comforted slightly by both the action itself and the press of Jensen's gold wedding band scraping his skull with every stroke through his thick locks.
“It's gonna be okay Jared, you'll be better real soon. Just wait a little bit, okay? Just wait baby, I promise you'll be all better soon. Do you trust me?” Jensen's husky voice soothed Jared and his breathing slowly began to become less ragged and he nodded once, slow to keep from jerking around his trembling joints.
“Yeah Jen,” He whispered, sleep slowly folding it's blanket of security around his wry body, “I trust you.”
Im talking bout makin' love in the shower
At least an hour
And let you dangle in my arms
cause love is power
Jared whined as Jensen man handled him, stripping him down and pushing him into the warm shower forcefully yet gently, following after him and shutting the glass door behind him. Jared eyed Jensen wryly, shaking his head slowly as the shorter man reached for the shampoo bottle and squirted some into his hands, putting the bottle back before beginning to create a lather in his hands. “Dude, come on, I can wash myself. I ain't got a fever no more, you said so yourself.”
Jensen nodded slowly, smiling at Jared, although he still had that face on that spoke volumes on who was going to listen to whom. Jared scowled, feeling as if were a child before dinner with his mother washing his hands for him to make sure he got all the dirt out from under his fingernails. “Just because your fever broke and you're back to acting like a prissy little woman, don't mean that I can't wash my husband.”
Jared's eyes darkened and he licked his lips, blood oh so slowly pooling in his lower stomach, stirring his nether regions into groggy awareness. He stepped into Jensen's personal space, enjoying the way the spacious shower gave Jensen room to back up slightly before his back pressed against the cool glass wall. He hissed in a sharp breath and tried to move away from it but Jared's warm and wet body pressed into him, forcing him back against the wall. His body shivered and eyes fluttered as Jared's head dipped down and warm breath ghosted against his neck, tongue flicking out to taste the salty, water dampened skin.
“You just call me a woman, Jenny?” He whispered, hands slowly sliding down Jensen's half wet half dry sides, the goosebumps along Jensen's skin tickling his palms. He smirked against Jensen's neck, trailing a heated path of lazy, open mouthed kisses down to his shoulder, his tongue wetting every dry patch of skin he could find before he moved his head back. His eyes bore into Jensen's and he tilted it to the side ever so gently, licking along his strong lips before quirking a strong eyebrow.
Jensen's right leg slowly rose up along Jared's, it's path languorous and finding itself at a stop when his knee met Jared's hip. He locked his leg around Jared's thigh and tilted his head back, smudging the fogged glass beneath the wet, short strands. “You saying you ain't, Padalecki?”
Jared chuckled, and the sound, low and rough, sent a hard shiver through Jensen's body, making him shiver with enough bravado that his body trembled at the roll of Jared's hips against his own. Jared's cock was near full hardness, pressing into the sensitive crease between Jensen's thigh and groin where his own shaft arched back, straining between their bodies and pressed awkwardly to the side of his high thigh. “Let's wait and see first before calling either one of us out, huh? 'Cause uh, that's one mighty strong accusation Padalecki.” He dipped his head and mouthed a fiery trail along Jensen's stubble roughened jaw, making Jensen moan and tilt his head back that little bit further. Jensen's leg tightened around Jared's thigh and he whimpered as he rocked his hips forward, dick rubbing against Jared's water slicked thigh.
“Jay, please, don't wanna play, just -you know what I want...” He trailed off as one of Jared's large hands smoothed a path down the rest of his side and slowly moved to his stomach, pressing in and moving up till it stopped at his chest. Jensen yelped at the first pinch to his sensitive left nipple, teeth clamping down on his lower lip and rolling it gently as sparks of electricity spiked through him with every roll of Jared's thumb and forefinger over his hardened bud. “Jay, I-”
Jared's lips pressed gently to his and he spoke against them, imprinting the words into Jensen's very being. “Shh Jen, I've got you, let me take care of you now, alright?” He released Jensen's pert nipple, bending to suck it into his mouth for a heated second before his lips were back on Jensen's and his hand was gripping Jensen's thigh, pulling it higher up his own. His other hand gripped one of Jensen's which had both somehow found themselves corded around Jared's thick neck, and pressed it against his stiff cock. “Get me nice and ready Jen, c'mon, do it for me baby, know ya wanna so bad.” His voice was a silky smooth caress, and Jensen groaned at a wild sensation of lust that raped a coarse journey through his body.
His fingers curled around Jared's thick length, stroking the shampoo up and down the length, his grip tightening ever so slightly on the upstroke and loosening as he stroked back down. He switched hands when the soap began to wash away from the water droplets falling from Jared's hair and continued a slow, steady rhythm till Jared was panting and keening in the back of his throat. His jugular bobbed furiously and Jared threw his head back, his moan strained from the angle before he rolled his head forward and pressed his forehead to Jensen's. “M'I ready yet baby?”
Jensen hated the whimper that clutched his heart and strangled him until it was released in a breathy quiver. “Yeah, yeah Jay, you're ready.”
Jared's lips pressed to Jensen's softly, the passion building in the kiss with each tilt of their heads and flick of their tongues. His hand grabbed the turgid flesh of his shaft and he lifted Jensen's other leg with his right hand to wrap around his hip, grunting at the heavy weight supported against his chest and the glass shower wall. He released Jensen's leg and wound his fingers into the fine hairs at the base of his husbands neck, pulling him down to bridge the distance between them and allow their lips to claim each other's once again. Lining himself up, he slowly pressed the heart shaped crown of his dick to Jensen's puckered entrance, pushing and rolling until the quivering muscles finally loosened enough to allow him inside the tight orifice.
Jensen's back arched, and he wasn't going to sugar coat the feel of Jared in him, wasn't about to make it out to be the most glorious feeling he'd ever felt because it hurt. No matter how many times they did this, no matter how long they'd been married and built a life together both on and off the set of Supernatural, it was still a sphincter and it was meant to be locked tight. Although he was a christian man, he didn't think that God believed him special enough to be able to accommodate his husband's dick like a mouth easily accommodated a cookie. At least he could thank god for shampoo and what the body could accept with a little persuasion, though.
Jared's hips rocked up slowly, pressing his heavy girth all the way in, in slow, steady thrusts till his base pressed against the bottom of Jensen's ass. His lips pressed to Jensen's cheek and he murmured against them softly, velvety heat interlocking in waves of pleasure around his shaft. “You okay, Jense?”
Jensen nodded jerkily twice, although his body was tense and trembling with the need to relax. Jared's hips gave gentle rolls, as if he were dancing slowly with Jensen in the rain and not fucking him in their shower. Slowly the pressure grew bearable, just like always and he rocked his hips, pressing Jared further into his tight, willing heat. “C'mon baby, now. M'ready now, fuck me.”
Jared grinned and mouthed a line down Jensen's neck, hands moving to massage the pale globes of Jensen's ass cheeks, spreading them and continuing his rocking motions but nothing more. “No.”
It was such a simple word, really. So simple it made Jensen freeze in shock for a moment before he groaned and moved both his hands to Jared's broad shoulders, trying to push himself up and failing with a yelp as Jared pinched his cheeks painfully. That of course riveted a spark of interest to Jensen's curved back cock, the blood pumping through it making it nearly throb with need. “Jay, come on, told you I don't wanna play-”
“I don't fuck, Jen, you know that baby. Now you've gone and hurt my feelings. What'm I gonna do to you? C'mon, gotta say it before anything happens, you know how it goes.” Jensen inhaled Jared's smooth voice, the taste like fine brandy. Or a Molson, really he wasn't picky.
“Love,” He whispered, gasping and breath hitching at a nip to the underside of his jaw.
“Hmm? Sorry, got some ear wax I think, you'll have to speak up,” Jared murmured, latching onto Jensen's neck and sucking greedily.
Jensen moaned, skin crawling with need. “Make -make love, you're gonna make love to me baby. Make me feel good like you always do. Sorry, so sorry for hurting -god- hurting 'yer feelings. Love when you make me all crazy like this Jay, got no -got no idea what I feel when you just take control.”
And that must have done just the trick because Jared's hands spread his cheeks even further apart and pushed Jensen up, pulling himself out to the crown before breaching Jensen again and pulling him down swift and hard on his solid shaft. Jensen cried out, head leaning forward and then thunking back against the glass panel with a sound more painful than thunder crackling against the soft cushion of a cloud. Jared's hips moved in smooth, steady thrusts, the rhythm graceful and actually surprising Jensen. Jensen's hands fumbled around behind him, clawing at the glass wall and streaking the fogged stains on the showers walls. “Jay! God -fuck Jared, love -mmm,” He cried out, voice sounding raw with just those few words and keening whimpers issuing from the velvety passage of his throat, swirling around the cubical of a shower. Jensen's nails scratched along the glass and head thrashed as Jared's pace picked up, his hips slamming up while Jensen's pushed down with a roll.
His erection strained painfully and he dropped a hand down to grip the angrily neglected flesh. He gasped, the mere touch of his fingers on his own sensitive length making Jensen's eyes roll. He stroked hard and fast, wrist aching within seconds at the jerky, uneven motion, a perfect contrast to Jared's cock sliding in and out of his tight heat, massaging his prostate with almost bruising precision. “How far gone are ya, Jen? Been driven yet? Fallen over the edge?” Jared's voice rasped in Jensen's ear, breath hot and moist, words sending shivers through his over stimulated body.
Jensen shook his head and cried out, thumbing over the head of his cock, the slit leaking like the water from the shower head that rained down Jared's back and splashed unevenly onto Jensen's nearly suffocated body. The walls were all closing in around him and his chest rose and fell heavily. His hand clamped harder on his shaft as he stroked down, hardly loosening as it moved up before repeating the tightening process. 'So -so close, so-god, oh god oh god so fucking close...' “Jay, I'm gonna -nearly there, gonna-” He panted, hand moving so fast he lost his grip and smacked Jared's lower belly twice before he could grip the hardened, throbbing flesh.
Jared's breath was uneven, face pressed into the crease of Jensen's shoulder and he nodded jerkily, his body shaking and balls tightening almost painfully, although his hips hardly faltered in their skilled thrusts. Jensen clamped tight down around him and he breathed out, “Yeah Jen, just like that. Come on, come for me, s'alright to let go. I've got you, ain't gonna let ya fall anywhere but in my arms, ya hear?”
Jensen cried out and Jared growled, muscles spasming around his cock, the pressure almost unbearable and yet so god damn irresistible. He was a moth to a flame, in so dangerously deep and yet completely fucking captivated, unable to pull away until he was singed. Jensen slumped in his arms, body trembling and ass clamping weakly around him. Sweat beaded on Jared's brow, taking it's sweet time to roll down his temple, mocking his orgasm that was so close, so fucking< close and yet unreachable. “Jen, can't -fuck I can't-”
Jensen's hands stroked Jared's back, pulling him closer to Jensen's own, trembling body. “Yes you can Jay, come on, come for me. Fill -god, fill me baby, show me I'm yours.”
Jared whimpered as his orgasm broke the glass wall that seemed to build itself in his balls, holding it back, and exploded from his tip all the way into Jensen's eager, silken heat. He bit down on Jensen's ear lobe, pulling and sucking at it as he jerked his hips, grinding them against Jensen's through the wild roar of his orgasm.
With a final, shuddering thrust, Jared let out a loud gasp, hands quivering on Jensen's ass cheeks as he pulled his softening cock from his husband's sweet little abused hole. He kissed Jensen soft and airily, sweet and gentle as a kitten lapping at a bowl of cream. His tongue flicked along Jensen's plump, swollen lower lip before he pulled back, smiling gently at Jensen. “Hey,” He whispered, smile growing crooked at Jensen's totally lax expression.
Jensen's mouth hung open, lips parted and chest rising and falling heavily. His hand slid down from the wall behind him and hung uselessly at his side, eyelashes brushing his cheeks as his eyes remained shut. His eyelids fluttered lightly before opening half mast to peer at Jared. He stroked his lover's wet, soft brown hair, smile slowly spreading across his blissful features. “Hey.”
Jared leaned in and rubbed the tip of his nose against Jensen's, giggling lightly and Jensen softly following suit. He tilted his head back and blinked curiously at the foggy glass wall he still had Jensen pinned to. Suddenly a grin spread across his features and his chest rumbled, laughter bubbling from the pit of his stomach richly. When Jensen arched a tired yet delicate eyebrow in question, Jared couldn't help but throw his head back and howl, eyes shimmering with mirth when he looked back at Jensen and finally chuckled. “That there looks like that hot car scene from the Titanic. Eh Jen? You know, the one where Jack bangs Rose's pretty little self so bad that the car starts to steam up and then the whole hand print thing?”
Jensen rolled his eyes. “I feel less like Rose and more like the sinking ship,” He muttered, legs dropping from Jared's waist and body slumping his full weight against Jared.
Jared steadied them both and stroked his hands down Jensen's back, placing a loving kiss to his damp hair before slowly starting to clean them both.
Oh I wish she'd seen the light
How can someone like that
Call himself a man
In reality he's far more less than that
And we cannot ignore
Whenever we see the signs
Jared laughed and dodged Jensen's swat, barely ducking out the kitchen in time to avoid the cookie dough covered, wooden spoon. “I'm sorry!” He laughed, putting one hand up in defense as the other reached for the ringing phone. “Hello?” He greeted, features flushed and smiling at Jensen's form in the kitchen doorway, hands on his hips, wooden spoon trapped to his hip by one of his pale palms. Slowly the smile faded from his face, in its place soon followed a frown of confusion and concern.
“What do you mean?... Well is she alright? ... I don't -mom what are you talking about? Mom stop, you're starting to creep me out, calm down and -Mommy, are you crying? Put Daddy on the phone.”
Jensen's brow furrowed and he placed the spoon on the counter before walking over to where Jared stood in the middle of their living room, hand coming up to rest on his shoulder as he mouthed, 'What's going on?'
Jared shook his head and turned his back to Jensen, hunching a little as he began to pace slowly. Jensen swallowed, unsettled by his husband's actions. Jared froze after a moment, body tense with such a strong coil of tension, Jensen feared he might snap in half. Just as quickly as he'd froze, his body shuddered and he hitched a strangled sound, sounding like a gurgled sob. The phone dropped from his fingers and when Jensen's hands moved to his shoulder,s turning Jared to face him, what he saw nearly broke him.
“Jared? Baby what's happened?”
Jared's mouth opened and shut, the movement making him look like a fish out of water before tears seemed to storm from his eyes. His strong body crumbled and he collapsed, Jensen's arms and quick reflexes the only thing keeping him from hitting the floor like a ton of bricks. Time seemed to both stand still and rush forth all at once. Jared's body shook and trembled, sobs and wails echoing around the room as tears stained his cheeks, nestling in the indents where his dimples were almost always visible but now nowhere to be found. When he finally managed to speak, breathing irregular and choked, Jensen felt as if he were stabbed by a hundred swords, right in the chest.
He wrapped his arms around Jared and allowed the both of them to crumple to the floor, his hands stroking Jared's back but mind frozen, even as he soothed his lover soft and gently. He couldn't believe it.
She was gone.
-*-
Jared slouched as he stood beside his brother, Jeff's arm draped over his shoulder protectively. He fidgeted where he stood, feeling awkward in his tie and wanting to just tear the damn suit he wore off and change into something comfortable. It was weird, all the people sobbing around him, the bright, sunny Texas sky making him sweat in his thick, black outfit. Jensen stood tall beside him, looking beautiful, the epitome of calm. His fingers tightened around Jensen's, and when emerald eyes flickered up to look at him, Jared felt strength radiate throughout him.
The Priest's voice droned on, and Jared thought for a brief moment, 'Is he gay?' He looked the man up and down, noting the styled hair and diamond stud in his right ear. 'Oh yeah, definitely...' Jensen squeezed his hand and he looked down at him in puzzlement. The dirty blond nodded his head towards the front of them and Jared realized that the Priest had finished his final words and people were placing roses on top of the black, shining coffin. With a gentle nudge from Jensen, he took a step towards the coffin, feet freezing a few feet away from it.
Jeff looked down at him and squeezed his shoulder, nodding reassuringly at him. “It's okay baby bro, go on.”
Jared's body locked up slowly, shivers trailing down his spine before bursting at it's base and making his body tremble. He shook his head, backing up slowly. His hand shook Jensen's grip loose and he bit his lower lip before turning and walking away, tears blurring his vision. He tried to fight them back, wiped at his eyes furiously but at the thought of his baby sister, laying there stone cold, her beautiful face frozen without that cheerful smile on it, ripped loose a flood gate and he all but pulled the door of the SUV Jensen drove off, as he jumped inside and slammed it shut. He sat shivering in the passenger's seat, body shaking and trembling as he hunched forward and heaved, eyes clenched tightly shut as pain stabbed his heart over and over and over again.
His mind raced, back to the funeral, back to the whispered words of gossip from great aunts that had never even met Megan. He heard their words clearly, could feel the burning pain they inflicted.
“They said they found her on the kitchen floor, poor dear, never stood a chance against that bear of a man.”
“Yes well, she should've spent more time studying and less time scouting for a man. Terrible how women look for support wherever they can find it instead of making their own. Why in my day-”
“Oh come now Beatrice, you don't mean that, why, you never even met the poor girl.”
A sigh of shame. “I'm sorry Linda, just -it's painful to see Sherry and her boys like this, torn to shreds. How'd she die anyways?”
“Well, they say she was being beaten quite often, from all the bruising and what not. Authorities say her neck was snapped. Poor thing...”
Jared dug his finger nails into his palms, hands fisted in tight vices. He'd walked into the quiet room and glared at the two women but it hadn't made a difference, they'd still been able to hurt his sister's memory, even after death.
He heard the click of the driver's door open and he looked over with tearful eyes as Jensen slid into the car, eyes narrowed in pain and sympathy, tears welling in those beautiful green depths. When Jensen reached over the arm rest and pulled Jared against his chest, his hands balled up in the silk material of Jensen's white button up. His face burrowed in the crease between his husband's neck and shoulder and he let the sobs loose, tears and snot drenching a wet spot on Jensen's shirt and skin, although he knew the older man wouldn't care about something like that.
Jensen's hands smoothed along his spine, caressing him with both gentle fingers and whispered words meant to both sooth and heal. Jared leaned closer and clenched his eyes shut, grieving for the loss of his baby sister, grieving for the fact she'd never have what he had. Grieving because -she'd found a cold shoulder in a lover instead of, well instead of a Jensen.
cause any kinda of abuse
God knows isn't right
Title: How Come, How Long?
Author: prettifuls_pout
Word Count: 4000-ish
Genre: Romance, Angst, Tragedy
Warnings: M/M sex (very explicate o.o), language, and somewhat mild character death (neither of the J boys, no worries)
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
A/N: Okay, well since my muse flopped yesterday for my other fics, I decided on writing this little baby. Started from listening to some of Babyfaces music, and all the lyrics in the fic are in fact from random songs of his and ya *scratches her head*
Summary: Jensen and Jared, through sickness and in health, through shower sex and funerals -always together.
How Come, How Long
How come, how long
Its not right, its so wrong
Do we let it just go on
Turn our backs and carry on
Jared snuffled groggily, head full of cotton and nose leaking like a broken faucet. He groaned and rolled onto his back, breathing heavily and shivering with a blindingly cold chill. Licking his lips, he tried to open his eyes but they felt as if they'd been scabbed together. Whimpering he thrashed his aching head from side to side slowly, jerking in the darkness around him. “Jen? Jensen, please...” He rasped, throat aching and at the sound of rustling, he finally took in the feel of another's presence in the bed.
He finally managed to crack his left eye open, his vision blearily taking in Jensen's silhouette. A darker shading hovered over his face and he flinched, although the cool press of flesh against his heated forehead relieved some of the ache in his head and he moaned, pressing into the knuckles of his lovers hand. “You're doing better baby, shh, it's gonna be alright. Your fever's gone down a little, you'll be better in no time.”
Jensen's voice was thick with sleep and yet steady in that way that was just so Jensen that Jared reached out for him, curling his burning body around Jensen's naked chest and sides, the cool press of Jensen's cotton jocky's pressing against his own thigh. His head rested on Jensen's chest, face pressing into the crease of his lovers shoulder and chest. “Don't feel better,” He whispered, pain lacing his words and throat aching as if every word were scraping the sensitive interior with a thick piece of sandpaper.
Strong fingers carded through his tangled hair, and Jared felt comforted slightly by both the action itself and the press of Jensen's gold wedding band scraping his skull with every stroke through his thick locks.
“It's gonna be okay Jared, you'll be better real soon. Just wait a little bit, okay? Just wait baby, I promise you'll be all better soon. Do you trust me?” Jensen's husky voice soothed Jared and his breathing slowly began to become less ragged and he nodded once, slow to keep from jerking around his trembling joints.
“Yeah Jen,” He whispered, sleep slowly folding it's blanket of security around his wry body, “I trust you.”
Im talking bout makin' love in the shower
At least an hour
And let you dangle in my arms
cause love is power
Jared whined as Jensen man handled him, stripping him down and pushing him into the warm shower forcefully yet gently, following after him and shutting the glass door behind him. Jared eyed Jensen wryly, shaking his head slowly as the shorter man reached for the shampoo bottle and squirted some into his hands, putting the bottle back before beginning to create a lather in his hands. “Dude, come on, I can wash myself. I ain't got a fever no more, you said so yourself.”
Jensen nodded slowly, smiling at Jared, although he still had that face on that spoke volumes on who was going to listen to whom. Jared scowled, feeling as if were a child before dinner with his mother washing his hands for him to make sure he got all the dirt out from under his fingernails. “Just because your fever broke and you're back to acting like a prissy little woman, don't mean that I can't wash my husband.”
Jared's eyes darkened and he licked his lips, blood oh so slowly pooling in his lower stomach, stirring his nether regions into groggy awareness. He stepped into Jensen's personal space, enjoying the way the spacious shower gave Jensen room to back up slightly before his back pressed against the cool glass wall. He hissed in a sharp breath and tried to move away from it but Jared's warm and wet body pressed into him, forcing him back against the wall. His body shivered and eyes fluttered as Jared's head dipped down and warm breath ghosted against his neck, tongue flicking out to taste the salty, water dampened skin.
“You just call me a woman, Jenny?” He whispered, hands slowly sliding down Jensen's half wet half dry sides, the goosebumps along Jensen's skin tickling his palms. He smirked against Jensen's neck, trailing a heated path of lazy, open mouthed kisses down to his shoulder, his tongue wetting every dry patch of skin he could find before he moved his head back. His eyes bore into Jensen's and he tilted it to the side ever so gently, licking along his strong lips before quirking a strong eyebrow.
Jensen's right leg slowly rose up along Jared's, it's path languorous and finding itself at a stop when his knee met Jared's hip. He locked his leg around Jared's thigh and tilted his head back, smudging the fogged glass beneath the wet, short strands. “You saying you ain't, Padalecki?”
Jared chuckled, and the sound, low and rough, sent a hard shiver through Jensen's body, making him shiver with enough bravado that his body trembled at the roll of Jared's hips against his own. Jared's cock was near full hardness, pressing into the sensitive crease between Jensen's thigh and groin where his own shaft arched back, straining between their bodies and pressed awkwardly to the side of his high thigh. “Let's wait and see first before calling either one of us out, huh? 'Cause uh, that's one mighty strong accusation Padalecki.” He dipped his head and mouthed a fiery trail along Jensen's stubble roughened jaw, making Jensen moan and tilt his head back that little bit further. Jensen's leg tightened around Jared's thigh and he whimpered as he rocked his hips forward, dick rubbing against Jared's water slicked thigh.
“Jay, please, don't wanna play, just -you know what I want...” He trailed off as one of Jared's large hands smoothed a path down the rest of his side and slowly moved to his stomach, pressing in and moving up till it stopped at his chest. Jensen yelped at the first pinch to his sensitive left nipple, teeth clamping down on his lower lip and rolling it gently as sparks of electricity spiked through him with every roll of Jared's thumb and forefinger over his hardened bud. “Jay, I-”
Jared's lips pressed gently to his and he spoke against them, imprinting the words into Jensen's very being. “Shh Jen, I've got you, let me take care of you now, alright?” He released Jensen's pert nipple, bending to suck it into his mouth for a heated second before his lips were back on Jensen's and his hand was gripping Jensen's thigh, pulling it higher up his own. His other hand gripped one of Jensen's which had both somehow found themselves corded around Jared's thick neck, and pressed it against his stiff cock. “Get me nice and ready Jen, c'mon, do it for me baby, know ya wanna so bad.” His voice was a silky smooth caress, and Jensen groaned at a wild sensation of lust that raped a coarse journey through his body.
His fingers curled around Jared's thick length, stroking the shampoo up and down the length, his grip tightening ever so slightly on the upstroke and loosening as he stroked back down. He switched hands when the soap began to wash away from the water droplets falling from Jared's hair and continued a slow, steady rhythm till Jared was panting and keening in the back of his throat. His jugular bobbed furiously and Jared threw his head back, his moan strained from the angle before he rolled his head forward and pressed his forehead to Jensen's. “M'I ready yet baby?”
Jensen hated the whimper that clutched his heart and strangled him until it was released in a breathy quiver. “Yeah, yeah Jay, you're ready.”
Jared's lips pressed to Jensen's softly, the passion building in the kiss with each tilt of their heads and flick of their tongues. His hand grabbed the turgid flesh of his shaft and he lifted Jensen's other leg with his right hand to wrap around his hip, grunting at the heavy weight supported against his chest and the glass shower wall. He released Jensen's leg and wound his fingers into the fine hairs at the base of his husbands neck, pulling him down to bridge the distance between them and allow their lips to claim each other's once again. Lining himself up, he slowly pressed the heart shaped crown of his dick to Jensen's puckered entrance, pushing and rolling until the quivering muscles finally loosened enough to allow him inside the tight orifice.
Jensen's back arched, and he wasn't going to sugar coat the feel of Jared in him, wasn't about to make it out to be the most glorious feeling he'd ever felt because it hurt. No matter how many times they did this, no matter how long they'd been married and built a life together both on and off the set of Supernatural, it was still a sphincter and it was meant to be locked tight. Although he was a christian man, he didn't think that God believed him special enough to be able to accommodate his husband's dick like a mouth easily accommodated a cookie. At least he could thank god for shampoo and what the body could accept with a little persuasion, though.
Jared's hips rocked up slowly, pressing his heavy girth all the way in, in slow, steady thrusts till his base pressed against the bottom of Jensen's ass. His lips pressed to Jensen's cheek and he murmured against them softly, velvety heat interlocking in waves of pleasure around his shaft. “You okay, Jense?”
Jensen nodded jerkily twice, although his body was tense and trembling with the need to relax. Jared's hips gave gentle rolls, as if he were dancing slowly with Jensen in the rain and not fucking him in their shower. Slowly the pressure grew bearable, just like always and he rocked his hips, pressing Jared further into his tight, willing heat. “C'mon baby, now. M'ready now, fuck me.”
Jared grinned and mouthed a line down Jensen's neck, hands moving to massage the pale globes of Jensen's ass cheeks, spreading them and continuing his rocking motions but nothing more. “No.”
It was such a simple word, really. So simple it made Jensen freeze in shock for a moment before he groaned and moved both his hands to Jared's broad shoulders, trying to push himself up and failing with a yelp as Jared pinched his cheeks painfully. That of course riveted a spark of interest to Jensen's curved back cock, the blood pumping through it making it nearly throb with need. “Jay, come on, told you I don't wanna play-”
“I don't fuck, Jen, you know that baby. Now you've gone and hurt my feelings. What'm I gonna do to you? C'mon, gotta say it before anything happens, you know how it goes.” Jensen inhaled Jared's smooth voice, the taste like fine brandy. Or a Molson, really he wasn't picky.
“Love,” He whispered, gasping and breath hitching at a nip to the underside of his jaw.
“Hmm? Sorry, got some ear wax I think, you'll have to speak up,” Jared murmured, latching onto Jensen's neck and sucking greedily.
Jensen moaned, skin crawling with need. “Make -make love, you're gonna make love to me baby. Make me feel good like you always do. Sorry, so sorry for hurting -god- hurting 'yer feelings. Love when you make me all crazy like this Jay, got no -got no idea what I feel when you just take control.”
And that must have done just the trick because Jared's hands spread his cheeks even further apart and pushed Jensen up, pulling himself out to the crown before breaching Jensen again and pulling him down swift and hard on his solid shaft. Jensen cried out, head leaning forward and then thunking back against the glass panel with a sound more painful than thunder crackling against the soft cushion of a cloud. Jared's hips moved in smooth, steady thrusts, the rhythm graceful and actually surprising Jensen. Jensen's hands fumbled around behind him, clawing at the glass wall and streaking the fogged stains on the showers walls. “Jay! God -fuck Jared, love -mmm,” He cried out, voice sounding raw with just those few words and keening whimpers issuing from the velvety passage of his throat, swirling around the cubical of a shower. Jensen's nails scratched along the glass and head thrashed as Jared's pace picked up, his hips slamming up while Jensen's pushed down with a roll.
His erection strained painfully and he dropped a hand down to grip the angrily neglected flesh. He gasped, the mere touch of his fingers on his own sensitive length making Jensen's eyes roll. He stroked hard and fast, wrist aching within seconds at the jerky, uneven motion, a perfect contrast to Jared's cock sliding in and out of his tight heat, massaging his prostate with almost bruising precision. “How far gone are ya, Jen? Been driven yet? Fallen over the edge?” Jared's voice rasped in Jensen's ear, breath hot and moist, words sending shivers through his over stimulated body.
Jensen shook his head and cried out, thumbing over the head of his cock, the slit leaking like the water from the shower head that rained down Jared's back and splashed unevenly onto Jensen's nearly suffocated body. The walls were all closing in around him and his chest rose and fell heavily. His hand clamped harder on his shaft as he stroked down, hardly loosening as it moved up before repeating the tightening process. 'So -so close, so-god, oh god oh god so fucking close...' “Jay, I'm gonna -nearly there, gonna-” He panted, hand moving so fast he lost his grip and smacked Jared's lower belly twice before he could grip the hardened, throbbing flesh.
Jared's breath was uneven, face pressed into the crease of Jensen's shoulder and he nodded jerkily, his body shaking and balls tightening almost painfully, although his hips hardly faltered in their skilled thrusts. Jensen clamped tight down around him and he breathed out, “Yeah Jen, just like that. Come on, come for me, s'alright to let go. I've got you, ain't gonna let ya fall anywhere but in my arms, ya hear?”
Jensen cried out and Jared growled, muscles spasming around his cock, the pressure almost unbearable and yet so god damn irresistible. He was a moth to a flame, in so dangerously deep and yet completely fucking captivated, unable to pull away until he was singed. Jensen slumped in his arms, body trembling and ass clamping weakly around him. Sweat beaded on Jared's brow, taking it's sweet time to roll down his temple, mocking his orgasm that was so close, so fucking< close and yet unreachable. “Jen, can't -fuck I can't-”
Jensen's hands stroked Jared's back, pulling him closer to Jensen's own, trembling body. “Yes you can Jay, come on, come for me. Fill -god, fill me baby, show me I'm yours.”
Jared whimpered as his orgasm broke the glass wall that seemed to build itself in his balls, holding it back, and exploded from his tip all the way into Jensen's eager, silken heat. He bit down on Jensen's ear lobe, pulling and sucking at it as he jerked his hips, grinding them against Jensen's through the wild roar of his orgasm.
With a final, shuddering thrust, Jared let out a loud gasp, hands quivering on Jensen's ass cheeks as he pulled his softening cock from his husband's sweet little abused hole. He kissed Jensen soft and airily, sweet and gentle as a kitten lapping at a bowl of cream. His tongue flicked along Jensen's plump, swollen lower lip before he pulled back, smiling gently at Jensen. “Hey,” He whispered, smile growing crooked at Jensen's totally lax expression.
Jensen's mouth hung open, lips parted and chest rising and falling heavily. His hand slid down from the wall behind him and hung uselessly at his side, eyelashes brushing his cheeks as his eyes remained shut. His eyelids fluttered lightly before opening half mast to peer at Jared. He stroked his lover's wet, soft brown hair, smile slowly spreading across his blissful features. “Hey.”
Jared leaned in and rubbed the tip of his nose against Jensen's, giggling lightly and Jensen softly following suit. He tilted his head back and blinked curiously at the foggy glass wall he still had Jensen pinned to. Suddenly a grin spread across his features and his chest rumbled, laughter bubbling from the pit of his stomach richly. When Jensen arched a tired yet delicate eyebrow in question, Jared couldn't help but throw his head back and howl, eyes shimmering with mirth when he looked back at Jensen and finally chuckled. “That there looks like that hot car scene from the Titanic. Eh Jen? You know, the one where Jack bangs Rose's pretty little self so bad that the car starts to steam up and then the whole hand print thing?”
Jensen rolled his eyes. “I feel less like Rose and more like the sinking ship,” He muttered, legs dropping from Jared's waist and body slumping his full weight against Jared.
Jared steadied them both and stroked his hands down Jensen's back, placing a loving kiss to his damp hair before slowly starting to clean them both.
Oh I wish she'd seen the light
How can someone like that
Call himself a man
In reality he's far more less than that
And we cannot ignore
Whenever we see the signs
Jared laughed and dodged Jensen's swat, barely ducking out the kitchen in time to avoid the cookie dough covered, wooden spoon. “I'm sorry!” He laughed, putting one hand up in defense as the other reached for the ringing phone. “Hello?” He greeted, features flushed and smiling at Jensen's form in the kitchen doorway, hands on his hips, wooden spoon trapped to his hip by one of his pale palms. Slowly the smile faded from his face, in its place soon followed a frown of confusion and concern.
“What do you mean?... Well is she alright? ... I don't -mom what are you talking about? Mom stop, you're starting to creep me out, calm down and -Mommy, are you crying? Put Daddy on the phone.”
Jensen's brow furrowed and he placed the spoon on the counter before walking over to where Jared stood in the middle of their living room, hand coming up to rest on his shoulder as he mouthed, 'What's going on?'
Jared shook his head and turned his back to Jensen, hunching a little as he began to pace slowly. Jensen swallowed, unsettled by his husband's actions. Jared froze after a moment, body tense with such a strong coil of tension, Jensen feared he might snap in half. Just as quickly as he'd froze, his body shuddered and he hitched a strangled sound, sounding like a gurgled sob. The phone dropped from his fingers and when Jensen's hands moved to his shoulder,s turning Jared to face him, what he saw nearly broke him.
“Jared? Baby what's happened?”
Jared's mouth opened and shut, the movement making him look like a fish out of water before tears seemed to storm from his eyes. His strong body crumbled and he collapsed, Jensen's arms and quick reflexes the only thing keeping him from hitting the floor like a ton of bricks. Time seemed to both stand still and rush forth all at once. Jared's body shook and trembled, sobs and wails echoing around the room as tears stained his cheeks, nestling in the indents where his dimples were almost always visible but now nowhere to be found. When he finally managed to speak, breathing irregular and choked, Jensen felt as if he were stabbed by a hundred swords, right in the chest.
He wrapped his arms around Jared and allowed the both of them to crumple to the floor, his hands stroking Jared's back but mind frozen, even as he soothed his lover soft and gently. He couldn't believe it.
She was gone.
-*-
Jared slouched as he stood beside his brother, Jeff's arm draped over his shoulder protectively. He fidgeted where he stood, feeling awkward in his tie and wanting to just tear the damn suit he wore off and change into something comfortable. It was weird, all the people sobbing around him, the bright, sunny Texas sky making him sweat in his thick, black outfit. Jensen stood tall beside him, looking beautiful, the epitome of calm. His fingers tightened around Jensen's, and when emerald eyes flickered up to look at him, Jared felt strength radiate throughout him.
The Priest's voice droned on, and Jared thought for a brief moment, 'Is he gay?' He looked the man up and down, noting the styled hair and diamond stud in his right ear. 'Oh yeah, definitely...' Jensen squeezed his hand and he looked down at him in puzzlement. The dirty blond nodded his head towards the front of them and Jared realized that the Priest had finished his final words and people were placing roses on top of the black, shining coffin. With a gentle nudge from Jensen, he took a step towards the coffin, feet freezing a few feet away from it.
Jeff looked down at him and squeezed his shoulder, nodding reassuringly at him. “It's okay baby bro, go on.”
Jared's body locked up slowly, shivers trailing down his spine before bursting at it's base and making his body tremble. He shook his head, backing up slowly. His hand shook Jensen's grip loose and he bit his lower lip before turning and walking away, tears blurring his vision. He tried to fight them back, wiped at his eyes furiously but at the thought of his baby sister, laying there stone cold, her beautiful face frozen without that cheerful smile on it, ripped loose a flood gate and he all but pulled the door of the SUV Jensen drove off, as he jumped inside and slammed it shut. He sat shivering in the passenger's seat, body shaking and trembling as he hunched forward and heaved, eyes clenched tightly shut as pain stabbed his heart over and over and over again.
His mind raced, back to the funeral, back to the whispered words of gossip from great aunts that had never even met Megan. He heard their words clearly, could feel the burning pain they inflicted.
“They said they found her on the kitchen floor, poor dear, never stood a chance against that bear of a man.”
“Yes well, she should've spent more time studying and less time scouting for a man. Terrible how women look for support wherever they can find it instead of making their own. Why in my day-”
“Oh come now Beatrice, you don't mean that, why, you never even met the poor girl.”
A sigh of shame. “I'm sorry Linda, just -it's painful to see Sherry and her boys like this, torn to shreds. How'd she die anyways?”
“Well, they say she was being beaten quite often, from all the bruising and what not. Authorities say her neck was snapped. Poor thing...”
Jared dug his finger nails into his palms, hands fisted in tight vices. He'd walked into the quiet room and glared at the two women but it hadn't made a difference, they'd still been able to hurt his sister's memory, even after death.
He heard the click of the driver's door open and he looked over with tearful eyes as Jensen slid into the car, eyes narrowed in pain and sympathy, tears welling in those beautiful green depths. When Jensen reached over the arm rest and pulled Jared against his chest, his hands balled up in the silk material of Jensen's white button up. His face burrowed in the crease between his husband's neck and shoulder and he let the sobs loose, tears and snot drenching a wet spot on Jensen's shirt and skin, although he knew the older man wouldn't care about something like that.
Jensen's hands smoothed along his spine, caressing him with both gentle fingers and whispered words meant to both sooth and heal. Jared leaned closer and clenched his eyes shut, grieving for the loss of his baby sister, grieving for the fact she'd never have what he had. Grieving because -she'd found a cold shoulder in a lover instead of, well instead of a Jensen.
cause any kinda of abuse
God knows isn't right