Schmoop Bingo - Blackout
Title: Old Fashioned Morphine
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Cologne/Perfume
Medium: Fic
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: An anniversary present to remember. |SOUNDTRACK| | INSPIRATION PAGE|
Word Count: 1592
When Jensen is finally over his illness, they begin to celebrate their two year anniversary in a much quieter way than they have in years past. The vacation is already booked, their bags are packed and the only thing left to do is enjoy their last night in Vancouver together.
They donned suits and ties and Jared took Jensen to a restaurant so exclusive, he'd had to secure a table a week in advance. When Jensen got sick, the restaurant's owner had been kind enough (and well-informed enough) to move their reservation to a more suitable date.
“You done in their princess? I never knew you could take as long to come home from a night out as you did getting ready for it.” Jensen calls from inside their room, still wearing most of his three-piece.
Dinner had been wonderful and they had both thrown practicality out the window and ordered the most sumptuous plates on the menu; Jensen was sure he wouldn't regret it, even weeks later while doing the bills.
“Call me that one more time and you're gonna wish you were back in the hospital with Dr. Smiley.” Jared replies as he comes back from the bathroom, tie undone, collar unbuttoned and shoes gone.
If he looked any hotter, Jensen's sure he'll die from an orgasm-induced heart attack. Jared moves to their big bay window, staring out at the night sky with a soft smile on his face. It's a pretty night, the stars all shining brightly with no city lights to hide them and Jared can't help but think that this has to be the most laid-back, perfect way to start an anniversary vacation. He smiles over his shoulder at Jensen as another thought occurs to him.
“I couldn't figure out until now what I'd forgotten to put on before we left the house.”
In the time Jared's been speaking, Jensen's snapped out of it enough to make his legs work. Coming up behind his boyfriend, he wraps Jared up, nuzzling into the soft skin of his neck, his own smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.
“What's that?” Jensen asks, mind reeling from how good Jared smells; it's a warm, almost-sweet scent and it compliments him perfectly, adding just a hint of something extra to an already-perfect package; So maybe Jensen's a little bias, but one can't argue with facts, and the facts all point to Jared smelling really damn good.
“That I forgot to put on cologne.” He grins, Jared's eyes closing at the feel of Jensen's lips pressing hot on his neck.
“Could've fooled me.” Jensen laughs warmly, hands slipping to Jared's hips, his shirt coming untucked under the older man's hands.
“I put some on just now. Thank you for it, by the way; I really like it.” Jared's belt is next, Jensen unbuckling him as easily as his does his own slacks.
“You're welcome. I have to admit, it was a little selfish on my part. I loved how it smelled on you at the store.” Jensen smirks at the satisfying sound of Jared's pants hitting the floor.
Looking down, his smile brightens even ore at the sight of the large bulge in Jared's black boxer-briefs. This is exactly how he's been hoping the night will end.
He takes a step back to slide his boyfriend's jacket off, Jensen making sure his hands slide oh-so-slow down Jared's muscular arms; The shiver he feels go over Jared is plenty rewarding, and enough of a distraction to allow Jensen to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way.
Soon enough, he has Jared naked and in the same languid pace he's been using since Jared walked into the room, Jensen slowly guides his lover to their bed and lays him down onto their soft sheets before making quick work of his own clothes.
Jared practically beams as he watches Jensen get his suit off as though it were on fire, finding it both adorable and incredibly sexy that his boyfriend wants him with such a ferocity.
“Careful there, sparky. Might get all tangled up.” When Jensen sends him a finger before he goes tumbling to the floor, Jared can't help but bark out a laugh.
“I called it!” He cries happily as he dives onto his stomach, reaching a hand down to help Jensen up.
“I hate you.” Jensen grumbles, but by the time he's back on his feet, he's naked and smiling and all is right again.
“You love me. Now get up here so I can kiss you senseless, oh boyfriend of mine.” Jensen just sticks his tongue out, crawls up on the bed and plants himself down by Jared's feet.
“What are you-” Jared has to stop when he feels a warm press of lips to the sole of his left foot, another following close behind to its pair.
Jensen doesn't say a word as he trails his lips slowly up one leg and then the other, each line stopping just where thigh meets backside, only to continue once the other side is done.
Jared, for his part, feels like he's vibrating by the time Jensen's on his second leg, every last nerve ending waking up under the soft touches.
“Jen...”
“Shh. Wanna kiss every last inch of you.” He murmurs before Jared can say another word, the comment alone making Jared moan softly.
The slight stubble on his boyfriend's cheek almost tickles, the sensation only stopping when he feels Jensen's mouth move over the curve of his ass, dangerously close to the one place that will have Jared crying out to heaven and god and anyone else who might be listening.
To his surprise, Jensen doesn't linger there, moving his lips up his spine instead, right down the middle where it's the most sensitive.
“Jesus...” Jared breaths, feeling his cock harden considerably more the longer Jensen kisses him.
By the time Jensen reaches his neck, Jared is all but melting into the sheets, his entire body lit up like someone had doused him in blue flames.
“Happy anniversary.” Jensen's voice is husky in his ear and Jared swears that if he were any younger-saying seventeen-he'd be coming from those two words alone. Instead, he reaches around and pulls Jensen flush to him, moaning wantonly when he feels the line of his boyfriend's hard cock against his ass.
“Wanna consummate our little celebration or what?” Jared asks, breathless from all the foreplay, his face lighting up when he feels Jensen smile against his skin.
“Thought you'd never ask.” Jensen's senses are all on overdrive and he swears there has to be something in the cologne that makes his brain go haywire and stupidly horny, because this is a whole 'nother level, even for them.
It doesn't take long for the lube to come out, for the slow slick of skin to cause panting, or for the delicious press of penetration to have Jared doing his best version of Downward Dog. There's nothing better than that first thrust and he savours it for all its worth, moaning out Jensen's name like he was dying.
His boyfriend sets up a slow burn of a pace, making damn sure that Jared can feel every last inch coming and going and that all the right spots are pushed and rubbed and thrust into. All Jared can do is breath, and when Jensen hits that one perfect spot inside him, even that gets a little tricky.
Despite the somewhat awkward position when it comes to kissing, they make it work; Jensen' gently tugs on Jared's hair, causing him to rear back and accept a deep, lingering kiss that's all tongue and slide and shuddered moans.
“God...so good...” He ekes out on one particularly deep thrust, his body pushing back instinctively so that there's not an inch of room between their bodies.
Jensen, bless him, has the stamina of a workhorse and by the time they're both close to losing it, their heads feel like their filled with fluid, everything a haze around them save for each other. The cologne Jared's wearing gets augmented by a little sweat, a little lube, a lot of sex and Jensen can't remember the last time something in a over-stylized glass bottle made him so fucking horny.
“Jay!” It's the only warning he's able to give, Jensen's body bowing over Jared's as his release catches him a little by surprise. Apparently, Jared wasn't ready for the sensation of being filled either, because he lets out a startled sort of gasp and then a long, low moan as his body shakes one, twice and finally gives in to his own orgasm, the feeling of Jensen emptying inside him sending him over.
Jared's limbs fail him as they're coming slowly down off that bright place that's nothing but sensation and happiness and he goes flat against the mattress, unintentionally bringing Jensen down with him, his boyfriend's cock pressing in as deep as it will go and causing another wave to wash over his already over-sensitized body.
“Holy fuck, what got into you, sex machine?” He manages to find his voice, a breathless laugh escaping him after.
“I'm buying you a case of that cologne and from now on? You wear it to bed. Every. Time.” Jensen says with exaggerated seriousness, both of them sharing a sated smile as they relish in the feeling of being one and whole and perfect.
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Cologne/Perfume
Medium: Fic
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: An anniversary present to remember. |SOUNDTRACK| | INSPIRATION PAGE|
Word Count: 1592
When Jensen is finally over his illness, they begin to celebrate their two year anniversary in a much quieter way than they have in years past. The vacation is already booked, their bags are packed and the only thing left to do is enjoy their last night in Vancouver together.
They donned suits and ties and Jared took Jensen to a restaurant so exclusive, he'd had to secure a table a week in advance. When Jensen got sick, the restaurant's owner had been kind enough (and well-informed enough) to move their reservation to a more suitable date.
“You done in their princess? I never knew you could take as long to come home from a night out as you did getting ready for it.” Jensen calls from inside their room, still wearing most of his three-piece.
Dinner had been wonderful and they had both thrown practicality out the window and ordered the most sumptuous plates on the menu; Jensen was sure he wouldn't regret it, even weeks later while doing the bills.
“Call me that one more time and you're gonna wish you were back in the hospital with Dr. Smiley.” Jared replies as he comes back from the bathroom, tie undone, collar unbuttoned and shoes gone.
If he looked any hotter, Jensen's sure he'll die from an orgasm-induced heart attack. Jared moves to their big bay window, staring out at the night sky with a soft smile on his face. It's a pretty night, the stars all shining brightly with no city lights to hide them and Jared can't help but think that this has to be the most laid-back, perfect way to start an anniversary vacation. He smiles over his shoulder at Jensen as another thought occurs to him.
“I couldn't figure out until now what I'd forgotten to put on before we left the house.”
In the time Jared's been speaking, Jensen's snapped out of it enough to make his legs work. Coming up behind his boyfriend, he wraps Jared up, nuzzling into the soft skin of his neck, his own smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.
“What's that?” Jensen asks, mind reeling from how good Jared smells; it's a warm, almost-sweet scent and it compliments him perfectly, adding just a hint of something extra to an already-perfect package; So maybe Jensen's a little bias, but one can't argue with facts, and the facts all point to Jared smelling really damn good.
“That I forgot to put on cologne.” He grins, Jared's eyes closing at the feel of Jensen's lips pressing hot on his neck.
“Could've fooled me.” Jensen laughs warmly, hands slipping to Jared's hips, his shirt coming untucked under the older man's hands.
“I put some on just now. Thank you for it, by the way; I really like it.” Jared's belt is next, Jensen unbuckling him as easily as his does his own slacks.
“You're welcome. I have to admit, it was a little selfish on my part. I loved how it smelled on you at the store.” Jensen smirks at the satisfying sound of Jared's pants hitting the floor.
Looking down, his smile brightens even ore at the sight of the large bulge in Jared's black boxer-briefs. This is exactly how he's been hoping the night will end.
He takes a step back to slide his boyfriend's jacket off, Jensen making sure his hands slide oh-so-slow down Jared's muscular arms; The shiver he feels go over Jared is plenty rewarding, and enough of a distraction to allow Jensen to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way.
Soon enough, he has Jared naked and in the same languid pace he's been using since Jared walked into the room, Jensen slowly guides his lover to their bed and lays him down onto their soft sheets before making quick work of his own clothes.
Jared practically beams as he watches Jensen get his suit off as though it were on fire, finding it both adorable and incredibly sexy that his boyfriend wants him with such a ferocity.
“Careful there, sparky. Might get all tangled up.” When Jensen sends him a finger before he goes tumbling to the floor, Jared can't help but bark out a laugh.
“I called it!” He cries happily as he dives onto his stomach, reaching a hand down to help Jensen up.
“I hate you.” Jensen grumbles, but by the time he's back on his feet, he's naked and smiling and all is right again.
“You love me. Now get up here so I can kiss you senseless, oh boyfriend of mine.” Jensen just sticks his tongue out, crawls up on the bed and plants himself down by Jared's feet.
“What are you-” Jared has to stop when he feels a warm press of lips to the sole of his left foot, another following close behind to its pair.
Jensen doesn't say a word as he trails his lips slowly up one leg and then the other, each line stopping just where thigh meets backside, only to continue once the other side is done.
Jared, for his part, feels like he's vibrating by the time Jensen's on his second leg, every last nerve ending waking up under the soft touches.
“Jen...”
“Shh. Wanna kiss every last inch of you.” He murmurs before Jared can say another word, the comment alone making Jared moan softly.
The slight stubble on his boyfriend's cheek almost tickles, the sensation only stopping when he feels Jensen's mouth move over the curve of his ass, dangerously close to the one place that will have Jared crying out to heaven and god and anyone else who might be listening.
To his surprise, Jensen doesn't linger there, moving his lips up his spine instead, right down the middle where it's the most sensitive.
“Jesus...” Jared breaths, feeling his cock harden considerably more the longer Jensen kisses him.
By the time Jensen reaches his neck, Jared is all but melting into the sheets, his entire body lit up like someone had doused him in blue flames.
“Happy anniversary.” Jensen's voice is husky in his ear and Jared swears that if he were any younger-saying seventeen-he'd be coming from those two words alone. Instead, he reaches around and pulls Jensen flush to him, moaning wantonly when he feels the line of his boyfriend's hard cock against his ass.
“Wanna consummate our little celebration or what?” Jared asks, breathless from all the foreplay, his face lighting up when he feels Jensen smile against his skin.
“Thought you'd never ask.” Jensen's senses are all on overdrive and he swears there has to be something in the cologne that makes his brain go haywire and stupidly horny, because this is a whole 'nother level, even for them.
It doesn't take long for the lube to come out, for the slow slick of skin to cause panting, or for the delicious press of penetration to have Jared doing his best version of Downward Dog. There's nothing better than that first thrust and he savours it for all its worth, moaning out Jensen's name like he was dying.
His boyfriend sets up a slow burn of a pace, making damn sure that Jared can feel every last inch coming and going and that all the right spots are pushed and rubbed and thrust into. All Jared can do is breath, and when Jensen hits that one perfect spot inside him, even that gets a little tricky.
Despite the somewhat awkward position when it comes to kissing, they make it work; Jensen' gently tugs on Jared's hair, causing him to rear back and accept a deep, lingering kiss that's all tongue and slide and shuddered moans.
“God...so good...” He ekes out on one particularly deep thrust, his body pushing back instinctively so that there's not an inch of room between their bodies.
Jensen, bless him, has the stamina of a workhorse and by the time they're both close to losing it, their heads feel like their filled with fluid, everything a haze around them save for each other. The cologne Jared's wearing gets augmented by a little sweat, a little lube, a lot of sex and Jensen can't remember the last time something in a over-stylized glass bottle made him so fucking horny.
“Jay!” It's the only warning he's able to give, Jensen's body bowing over Jared's as his release catches him a little by surprise. Apparently, Jared wasn't ready for the sensation of being filled either, because he lets out a startled sort of gasp and then a long, low moan as his body shakes one, twice and finally gives in to his own orgasm, the feeling of Jensen emptying inside him sending him over.
Jared's limbs fail him as they're coming slowly down off that bright place that's nothing but sensation and happiness and he goes flat against the mattress, unintentionally bringing Jensen down with him, his boyfriend's cock pressing in as deep as it will go and causing another wave to wash over his already over-sensitized body.
“Holy fuck, what got into you, sex machine?” He manages to find his voice, a breathless laugh escaping him after.
“I'm buying you a case of that cologne and from now on? You wear it to bed. Every. Time.” Jensen says with exaggerated seriousness, both of them sharing a sated smile as they relish in the feeling of being one and whole and perfect.