Unto thy soul with hoops of steel - Jared/Jensen NC-17 - 1/2
Title - Unto thy soul with hoops of steel
Author - queerly_it_is
Pairing - Jared/Jensen
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 10k
Warnings - Graphic m/m slash, telepathic dirty!talk, mentions of childhood trauma, mild angst.
Disclaimer - I own nothing. Real people have nothing to do with the shadows they’ve leant their images to here.
Summary - Sequel to my previous superpower!J2 sort-of X-Men fusion story Give thy thoughts no tongue. Jared and Jensen each deal with their families, Jared meets Jensen’s parents, and something surprising happens that makes them wonder if they’re really so alone, after all.
Authors Notes - Huge, and humble thanks to everyone who read and commented on the previous story; since I wrote it for a comment meme I really wasn’t expecting the huge response it got. There will be more. This 'verse is dedicated to wednesday_d, who wrote the original prompt that inspired it all. Title from Hamlet, keeping with the theme.
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There are plenty of things that Jared likes - loves, even - about Jensen.
He loves his sense of humour; he loves how protective and possessive he is, he loves the way his voice dips into a deeper, southern-twanged register when he’s tired (or drunk, or horny). He loves the zombie-like way he moves toward the coffeemaker in the mornings, he loves that he’s definitively the most stunningly gorgeous person Jared has ever met, but doesn’t let it change him. He loves that he has an amazing singing voice; but he’s so shy about it he only sings in the shower, or softly into Jared’s hair late at night, when he doesn’t think Jared can hear him. He loves it when Jensen wears his glasses, even though he insists he looks like a dork, or when Jared comes by his dorm-room and finds him dancing to cheesy pop-music with his headphones on.
For all the multitudes of likes and loves Jared can list about his boyfriend though, one of his most favourite things is how filthy Jensen’s thoughts can get.
Like right now, for instance.
You like that, babe?
Jared thinks he garbles out some kinda noise, but with the way every molecule in his body is focused on how Jensen’s obscene, beautiful mouth is wrapped slick and tight around his cock, it’s hard to say.
His boyfriend’s head is bobbing between his thighs, hot suction pulling at him, slick little slurping sounds that he knows make Jared crazy; every dirty thought he can summon-up aimed at Jared like a laser.
Know how much you love my mouth. C’mon Jay, fuck me, fuck my face.
That time he does make a noise, though it’s mostly covered by the moan Jensen makes when Jared’s hips shift up and his dick slides all the way into the back of Jensen’s throat, squeezing flutter of muscle around the head as Jensen swallows, moan vibrating right up his spine to the base of his skull.
Fuck, you can add his blowjob skills to that list.
You gonna come for me, Jay? Gonna fill my throat up? Want it so bad, wanna drink you down.
It shouldn’t be possible for Jensen’s voice to get rougher in his head, but it does. Jared comes with fireworks behind his eyes and lightening in his veins; every pulse of his dick in Jensen’s mouth feels like pleasure and pain and like the world is ending.
When his brain clicks back on an interminable amount of time later, Jensen’s tongue is in his mouth and he’s making gasping, desperate noises as he rubs against Jared’s thigh.
Wanna come all over you. Wanna mark you up, Jay.
He hums into Jensen’s mouth - assent or just residual arousal at the words inside his mind - sucks on his tongue best he can with aftershocks still making him weak and twitchy.
He feels the groan Jensen looses in his mouth just before the splashes of wet heat against his upper thigh, grinds his leg up into Jensen’s cock with whatever measly strength he can summon, it earns him another moan and a weak pulse of come so he must be doing something Jensen likes.
His boyfriend finally collapses onto his side next to him, hand going straight into Jared’s sweat-slicked and sex-mussed hair - it always seems to end up there right after sex. Or right before, really. Or during, now that he’s thinking about it - as he presses soft kisses down his jaw.
God, Jay. So fucking hot.
He feels that now-familiar tingle of pride that he can reduce Jensen’s thoughts to something base and exhausted, just from a blowjob and some frottage. They haven’t gone all the way yet; even though they’ve been trading handjobs and blowjobs and hour-long make-out sessions (all to the tune of Jensen and his dirty dirty brain) ever since their mutual ‘so I’m maybe kind of a really lame superhero’ conversation nearly two months ago.
Jensen knows that Jared was more-or-less a virgin (yes, that’s possible, shut up) before this; his social awkwardness combined with the stress of hearing any potential partner’s thoughts rendering him somewhat averse to the whole dating thing.
Jensen says he and Jared ended up together precisely because he has a filthy mind. Jared says it’s because whatever bizzaro mutation they share makes it impossible for Jared to block out Jensen’s thoughts. Those kinds of debates usually just result in more sex, so a winner has yet to be declared.
“So, what was I saying?” Finally speaking aloud again now; his throat raw and words gravely. Jared thinks he only starts talking verbally now because he likes the way his roughened, post-cocksucking voice makes Jared shiver all over. Jensen has never denied it.
“Saying?” Not a massively intelligent response, but hey; his brains just shot out his dick, give him a break. Jensen snorts a laugh into the muscle of his shoulder, and then presses an open-mouthed kiss there.
“Y’know, before you gave me that look that says you want sex but won’t actually ask me for it.” Teasing lilt to his words, soft smile on his face, and Jared can feel the blush already.
You can have anything, Jay, you know that.
“Think I was talkin’ ‘bout Christmas.” He says consideringly; like he wasn’t just doing that thing where they bypass the sappy awkwardness by Jensen just whispering into Jared’s brain (Jared doesn’t know how other couples manage without it, honestly).
“Oh. Right. Have you, um. Have you decided what. What you’re gonna do?” He hates that he hasn’t gotten over this stuttering-shyness thing yet, even when they’re alone. Doesn‘t like the reminder that he‘s so much meeker than Jensen, that Jensen could do better.
Stop worrying, I promise I ain’t going anywhere.
Right and Jared’s the mind-reader.
“Well, I know my folks’d love to meet you. In fact if I spend one more call home blabbing about you my momma’ll ship you to Dallas in a crate herself.” Jared snorts at that, knows it’s partly true; Jensen told his parents about them over a month ago (leaving out the part about how they’d bonded over their superhuman powers); whereas Jared remains firmly entrenched in the closet, far as his family’s concerned.
He isn’t afraid of telling them he’s gay, really; he knows first-hand they’ve both had thoughts about the possibility at one time or another, but he finds it hard enough to talk to people regardless of the topic, much less when it’s about him or anything related to sex. He’s also not sure he’d be able to stop spilling his secrets once he started, nightmarish visions of blurting everything out to his parents ‘Hi mom and dad, I’m gay and dating a guy called Jensen. Oh and I’m also a telepath, by the way.’ flashing through his head whenever he thinks of going home.
“You could always just say you’re visiting a friend, come and see us anyway. San Antonio isn’t worlds away from Richardson y’know.” Jared feels the hot-bright flash of love for this guy (not for the first time, and no he hasn’t said it yet) deep behind his breastbone at the completely sincere suggestion. He doubts he’ll be able to stay away from Jensen for three whole weeks regardless; he doesn’t like how quiet it is in his own head when they’re apart for the occasional weekend, much less almost a month.
“I don’t like lying to them.” He non-answers, and then immediately laughs at himself. “I mean. About us. Not the, y’know.” He gestures at his head in a way they’ve both come to associate with talking about Jared’s ability. That he thinks he could probably lie about forever, doesn’t matter if he could prove it; they’d still look at him like he was totally cracked for the rest of his life, same look he’d seen glimpses of during his childhood when he hadn’t known any better, and started talking about the voices no-one else could hear.
“You don’t have to lie, babe. Just don’t tell them everything. That’s the system I’ve been using for years now.” Jared knows what he means; referring to things without explaining them, conversations of half-truths and blank spaces. The goody-goody part of him (that sounds suspiciously like his mom) says that a lie of omission is still a lie, but the thought of what the truth could do…
“How long ‘till you leave?” He asks, hating how much he sounds like a lonely little boy.
“Not for nearly a week, yet.” Jen doesn’t sound thrilled about it either, and Jared knows he isn’t the only one not looking forward to the separation. They’ve both gotten ridiculously attached to each other in such a relatively short time; mutual lifetimes of isolation (albeit to different degrees) and feeling like outsiders pushing them together faster than might’ve happened otherwise.
“I’ll book a flight around the same time.” He says decisively. If they have to be apart, he’s gonna make sure they’re as close as they can be while they are (that totally made sense in his head, ok?).
“’Kay. God I hate flying.” Jen says, as though he’s just remembered that about himself.
“Really? Mr Engineer? Mr Fascinated-By-All-Things-Mechanical? You don’t like airplanes?” Jared sometimes forgets that despite the intensity of their relationship, they’ve only known each other for about four months now, and there are still so many things about Jensen he doesn’t know. That unknown-ness irritates him as much as the possibility of discovery excites him.
“It’s not the planes, really. It’s.” He lets out a sigh as he tries to find the words, slight flush on his cheeks saying he’s a little embarrassed. Luckily for him his boyfriend is a telepath, and he doesn’t really have to say anything.
When I first realised that I could make metal do stuff, back when I was a kid and I didn’t know how’ta control any of it; I was terrified of flying ‘cos I thought I’d sneeze and make the plane crash or something.
Jared’s heart clenches at that, the thought of Jensen as a scared little kid; all alone with this weird burden he never asked for, thinking he could kill hundreds of people - his family - with one momentary loss of control.
I’d spend the whole flight with my fingers gripping the armrests; toes all clenched inside my sneakers, trying so hard not to think anything about the plane or anything on it, just in case. By the time we landed I’d be exhausted; my momma was always baffled ‘cos I was scared but I was never noisy or twitchy like a lotta people get on planes, y’know?
Jared had his own childhood pains, of course; migraines whenever he walked through crowds, no ability to block the noise of other people’s casual thoughts in his head, but Jensen’s power is so much stronger - more dangerous - than his in so many ways. Jared’s telepathy only directly affects him, but Jensen can do pretty much anything as long as there’s the smallest amount of metal to work with. The thought of a child having to deal with that all by himself…
“You’ve got it under control now, though. You’d never affect a plane like that without meaning to. Hell you’d prevent a crash before you caused one, Jen.” Hoping the fervour in his words, the iron-clad belief he has in the goodness of this man, will somehow carry over.
“Yeah I know, I just. Whenever I get on the plane, it’s like I’m that little boy again, y’know?” He sounds like a little boy at that, small and so alone. It makes Jared turn on his side a little further, wrap his arms around Jensen and draw him in. For all that Jensen is the more dominant one in their relationship, Jared sometimes relishes that he’s bigger, broader than his boyfriend; as if the added physical comfort he can offer compensates for his emotional awkwardness, somehow.
“What if we get tickets on the same flight?” He asks into Jensen’s hair, speaking in time with the idea as it forms in his head. “I could be there, then. Give you something to hold onto other than the armrests. Then we could both go home and meet up sometime later in the break?” His hands are running over the broad, muscled span of Jensen’s bare back, trying to project as much reassurance as possible.
Really?
So much insecurity and hope in the two little syllables that drift through his head; as though Jensen couldn’t bear to ask for the confirmation out loud. It only makes Jared grip him tighter, pulls his head back a little to press a kiss to his temple.
“Really.” He says, one of the most unwavering and confident words he’s ever uttered, despite the rough emotion in his voice.
“Yeah I’d.” Slightly wet clear of his throat that they both pretend doesn’t happen. “I’d like that. We could even join the mile-high club.” Weak attempt at brevity, as if Jen’s gonna go from white-knuckling his way through the whole flight to groping in the bathroom. Plus, an orgasm actually might bring down the plane, knowing the way things usually are with the two of them.
Jared just kisses along his cheek ‘till he reaches his mouth, tries to put as much of what he feels into the soft press of lips as he knows how.
Jensen thinks he might be able to project thoughts as well as receive them; nature of telepathy suggesting two-way communication, but Jared has been shutting himself off mentally for years, and the thought of pushing what was done to him unknowingly as a child onto someone else intentionally isn’t a pleasant one, no matter how much Jensen insists he’s a willing guinea pig. But it’s times like this when he wishes he knew how to share everything he can’t bring himself to say out loud, just let the words flow into Jensen’s mind the way they do into Jared’s. It’s a good motivation to try and learn, he thinks; he knows that nothing born of what he feels for Jensen could ever be bad or wrong.
“I’ll get it booked and organised in the next couple’a days.” He says softly, forehead dropping to Jensen’s. “Wanna be able to hear you for as long as I can, if I’mma have to go without for awhile. Gotta store it all up.”
I’m sure I can give you plenty to remember, Jay.
Words turning a little gruff again in Jared’s mind; twitch of his dick where it’s pressed between them, kisses turning wetter and more heated.
Yeah, there’re a lotta things Jared loves about his boyfriend.
* * *
Jensen really didn’t mean to sound like such a needy child when he’d told Jared about the whole flying thing, but shit there is nothing he hates more than this.
They’re finally in their seats after the unending misery of the airport check-in. Jensen spent most of their time in line seriously reconsidering not just driving them both to Texas, run-down state of his truck notwithstanding; noticing the way the lines around Jared’s eyes got tighter and tighter, how his big, gentle hands were gripping the handles of their luggage with more and more force. He was kicking himself for not realising how the crowds in an airport - hundreds of people, all stressed in one way or another - would hurt Jared.
He’d stopped trying to talk directly to Jared mentally after the first half-hour; knowing that his boyfriend had a hard enough time trying to block without Jensen’s thoughts slipping through the walls like water through a sieve. He’d stopped talking verbally a half-hour after that, fear of making Jared’s no-doubt pounding headache worse coupling with the guilt of not realising that it would happen in the first place.
He’d gotten him water, and let him squeeze his hand so tight he thought he could hear his knuckles creaking; ran his other hand up and down Jared’s back; whatever small comforts he could think of. He’d even used his power to break some inconsiderate douchebag’s cell phone when he wouldn’t stop yammering into it behind them in line, even after he noticed just how much Jared was flinching. Honestly, it was all Jensen could do to just break the internal electronics of his BlackBerry, rather than make the pen in his suit pocket stab him through the chest or something.
They finally get on board the plane, both of them stressed and a little haggard, and collapse into their seats with a grateful sigh.
“How you doin’ Jay?” Gentle question asked with a squeeze of Jared’s hand.
“Not so bad, now. Fuck I forget how many of them there are, all so goddamn noisy.” He runs a shaky hand through his hair, and Jensen winces at the thought of what that much stray thought must be like, all shoved at you like a crowd screaming in your ears.
“Well try an’ get some rest huh? We’ll be thirty-thousand feet up soon; no noisy-brained people up there ‘cept me.” He smiles as reassuringly as he can, and tries to ignore the idea of being in the air, in a metal tube with two-hundred people; including Jared.
“Oh no, you’ve looked after me this whole way, s’my turn now, Jen.” Jared’s thumb runs over the back of Jensen’s hand, and the calming effect that has on him is kinda ridiculous.
“It’s supposed to be calming, Jen. S’why I’m here, remember?” Tongue-in-cheek expression that makes Jensen blush at how he sometimes forgets Jared can hear the running commentary in his head; even if most of the time he’s too polite to mention it.
“Right. I just. I didn’t mean to drag you through all that.” Sheepish, no point trying to hide it when Jared’ll hear it all anyway.
“You didn’t drag me anywhere, numbskull. This was my idea, you don‘t get to steal the credit now it‘s working.” Jensen just pulls him in and kisses him, ignores the slight stumble in the gait of the passing flight-attendant, and tries desperately not to think of four-letter words he doesn’t wanna waste the first time ’round by not saying them out loud at the right moment.
“Okay okay, I bow to your awesome plan-making, sensei.” He concedes, and does as much of a bow from the waist as he can with the seatbelt on, gets a full-on dimpled smile in return, another squeeze of his hand.
Then the plane starts moving, and Jensen reminds himself he doesn’t need to clench his toes and blank his mind and not think about metal anything but metal.
“You’re okay Jen; it’s all under your control. The metal obeys you, not the other way around.” Soft words in Jared’s smooth honeyed voice, and he feels almost every muscle in his body unclench a little in response. Jared lays his head on his shoulder and puts his mouth to his ear, eyes falling shut, looking for all the world like he’s gonna drop-off as he speaks softly. “I’m here. Not gonna let anything happen, I promise.” Jensen narrows in on the words, so determined to let them sink deep into him that he almost doesn’t notice when the plane lifts off the ground and climbs into the air.
It’s a little over three-hours until they land in Dallas; and while it’s neither the longest or the shortest flight Jensen’s been on, it’s certainly the most relaxed. As they get their bags out of the overhead locker; he notes the lack of an ache in his jaw from gritting his teeth, the way his clothes aren’t sweat-soaked and sticking to his back, no headache. Jared is giving him a soft, proud smile that makes him feel a million stories tall, like he could rearrange the stars if he could only think of a decent message to spell out with them.
He notes the appearance of the dimples coinciding with that thought, and yeah, okay; Jensen knows exactly what it’d say.
Watching Jared leave for the Greyhound that’ll carry him the four hours to San Antonio is a little like someone’s tugging one of his limbs off and then walking away with it while he just stands there. The hug they share before they go their separate ways probably lasts ten full minutes; neither of them wanting to let go first. Jensen deliberately ignores whatever sappy nonsense is spilling into Jared’s head as they grip onto each other, just glad no-one else can hear it. Jared whispers about coming to see him soon, so Jensen holds that thought in the forefront of his mind as he gets in the cab that’ll take him the short distance to his childhood home.
When he arrives, he stands outside the door for a moment, debating whether to knock or just walk in, when the decision is made for him and the door is wrenched open from inside, his dad grabbing him and roping him into a hug before he can get a word out.
“S’good to see you, son.” Gets whispered in his hair, and he lets his eyes fall shut as he breathes in the scent that’ll always just be dad to him; like home and childhood and so many memories they all blur together. He grabs his bag and moves into the kitchen, gets the same treatment from his momma as she puts her hands either side of his face and looks him over - probably to make sure he’s been eating - and then squeezes the life out of him.
“You look good, considering you just spent three hours on a plane.” She says the word the same way he’d said it as a child; full of fear and mistrust and disapproval that she still doesn’t understand the cause of.
“Yeah I, uh.” He briefly considers lying about the reason, before he just gives it up. “Jared flew in with me; kept me calm on the way over.” He feels his cheeks heat at the way his momma’s eyes twinkle and his dad hides a grin in the hand he’s suddenly got wiping at the corner of his mouth. His momma’s looking over his shoulder now, like Jared’s been hiding behind him this whole time - not that that’s possible - “He had to go straight home, but he’s gonna come over sometime while I’m here.” He knows there’s a stupid grin on his face now, can’t seem to quash it.
“Well good, it’ll be nice to finally meet the famous Jared.” His momma’s really smiling at him now, and yeah okay, so he’d kinda rambled on a bit, but still.
“Yeah, he’s. He’s pretty great.” The sheer volume of adjectives sitting on the tip of his tongue is actually pretty embarrassing, so he just scratches at his neck and diverts the conversation to whatever’s cooking on the stove, both parents shooting him looks like they can read his mind just as well as Jared can.
Browsing the shelves of his old bedroom (left exactly the way it was, his momma points out, with no small amount of pride), he looks at the small metal sculptures he’d spent hours practising on; learning how to separate his emotion from what he wanted the metal to actually do. Curves and lines, sliver and grey and even rusted bits of scrap that he’d twisted into something parodying art with the power of his mind.
It’s so much easier now, he notes; two fingers of his right hand extended over a four-inch-tall mound of iron as it twists and stretches like a living thing, top fanning out and separating finer and finer, base pock marking with detail until it looks like a scale model of an oak tree.
He remembers the games he used to play in this room; creatures made from alloy playing around him on the floor, chasing one another, melding together. He picks up an old favourite; what used to be a large steel dining fork he’d contorted into the shape of a bird, refined over months of his seventeenth year as he’d learned more and more control; remembers the first time he’d got it to fly around his head in a wobbly circle, like a cartoon. He sets it down next to his phone and vows to give it to Jared the next time he sees him.
He gets a set of four large ball-bearings going in a wireless Newton’s cradle over the dresser as he lies back on the bed and sends a message to Jared:
JA: In old room, perfectly preserved like museum. Found a present 4 u. x
The immediacy of the reply makes him grin:
JP: Present huh? Fossil? Dinosaur bones? Woolly mammoth? xx
He snorts a laugh as his fingers dance over the keys.
JA: Bb how old do u think I am?! It’s a surprise, will have 2 come visit 2 get it =P xx
JP: Can’t wait. Parents happy to see me, worried thoughts at first but they say (and think) I look happy. Was *this* close to bragging about you. xx
No way can he prevent the pleased flush at that.
JA: M+D gave me sappy-eyes when I started mooning over you earlier. Probably won’t stop asking me about you ‘till you visit, so y’know, better be soon ;) xx
JP: Well wouldn’t wanna upset the Ackles’ huh? Probs be a week or so ‘till they let me escape, I haven’t been home since I started college so *shrugs* Miss you, too quiet without ur pervert brain! xx
He laughs, then hears his dad calling him down to dinner, quickly fires off a last reply.
JA: Miss u 2! Dinner served gotta run! Speak/see u soon xxx
He sets the makeshift Newton’s cradle gently down on the dresser with a thought, and heads downstairs; completely unwilling to wipe the grin off his face.
* * *
Jared misses the sense of connection to Jensen almost immediately. He wasn’t kidding, its way too quiet in his head now. He can shut his parents out without too-much effort, but even letting them in doesn’t make him feel the way Jensen’s thoughts do; like there’s a hand on his shoulder or the small of his back; this gentle comforting presence inside his mind, surprisingly soothing even with the R-rated turn his thoughts usually take.
His parents have been giving him suspicious glances ever since he walked in; surprised by how openly, outwardly happy he is. It took all of five minutes for his dad’s thoughts to wander to ’maybe he’s got himself a girl’ and his mom wasn’t far behind him. He’s dying to tell them; to explain about who Jensen is and how much Jared likes him, but there’s so much else that he could let slip if he does. So many facets of their relationship are based on this inexplicable thing they share between them, this thing Jared would have no idea how to explain. He seriously doubts he’d be able to tell them the half-truths about how they met or why they’ve grown so close, so fast, without giving the whole thing away.
So instead he ends up talking about his classes, about the campus and what he does with his free time, and the few other people he’s met that he actually talks to. His parents listen intently, all the while thinking about whatever it is he might be hiding.
Not like it’s the first time.
On the fourth day he’s home, he mentions - trying to sound casual and only stuttering twice as much for the effort - that he’s got a ‘friend from college’ who lives in Dallas he’d like to go see for a couple’a days. The intense, calculating look he gets when he finally stammers out Jensen’s name makes him feel about an inch tall; and the blush he can already feel burning on his cheeks gets ten-times hotter when his mom says; “So, this Jensen, is a…a close friend?”
“Uh. Yeah. He. He’s my best friend, really.” He hates how quiet his voice is, how his eyes are firmly locked on the floor. He’s probably not hiding a damned thing, and seriously he’s the worst person ever to be given a secret superpower.
He. Well, that answers that.
Okay, so he’s definitely not hiding a damned thing.
“You can go. But I want you back at least the day before Christmas Eve.” Mom-Stare on full power - there’s a real superpower, right there.
He agrees immediately; and gets out of the room as fast as he can without looking like he’s actually running, and goes to his room to call Jensen.
“Hey, Jay.” The smile he can hear in his boyfriend’s voice makes him feel even warmer than the residual blush on his face.
“Hey. I asked my folks and I can come out to stay with you, as long as I’m back a couple’a days before Christmas.” He can feel the grin, knows Jensen can probably hear it.
“Awesome, I told mom and dad you might be coming. Think they’re more excited to meet you than they were to see me.” False hurt in his tone not hiding the sound of the smile he’s wearing.
“Hmm. Well, you do get kinda tiring, after a while.” Trying not to laugh.
“Oh, ouch babe. Now I’m gonna hafta hang-up so I can go cry.” That time he does laugh.
“Aww, poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?” Teasing lilt, knows the words were a mistake soon as he hears the drop in the pitch of Jensen’s chuckle.
“Mmm, well I got somethin’ you could kiss…” He trails off, and Jared’s breath catches, Jensen‘s voice close in his ear almost as good as it being in his head.
“Y-Yeah? What?” Crack in his words as he tries not to sound pathetically excited already.
“Well, was thinkin’ you could start with that spot on my neck…” God, Jared loves that spot; mainly for the noise Jensen makes when he scrapes his teeth over it.
“Yeah. I-I really like that spot.” Wow that didn’t even sound like his voice. Gruff laugh in Jensen’s voice says he doesn’t mind.
“Know you do, Jay. First time in over a month the bruise has faded.” Okay, so Jared really loves that spot; not like Jensen doesn’t leave his share of marks on Jared.
“Wanna kiss you Jay. Miss the way you taste. The way you moan when I tell you what I’mma do to you; just think it at you and feel you shudder.” It’s so much like the words are in his head, and he presses the phone tighter to his ear, like he can push the words in.
“You gonna touch yourself for me, Jay? Gonna wrap your big hand around your fat cock and think o‘me?” Even as he says it he’s gotta know the answer.
“Y-Yeah, Jen. I’m gonna.” Kinda glad Jensen can’t see him as he stands in the middle of the room, phone pressed to one hear as he tugs his belt open with his free hand.
“Wanna hear it Jay; lemme listen to you jerk yourself off, all those sweet little noises you make.” If you can call squeaking like Jared just did sweet then yeah, sure.
“God, Jen.” Finally collapsing onto the bed, jeans open and hand shoved into them, grip tight around his dick.
“That’s it baby. God wish I could see you; skin all flushed pink and hair everywhere, big hard dick leaking for me.” He can hear the rustle that’s probably Jensen taking off his clothes.
Part 2