Best damn sex of his life.
So as mentioned, I seem to be writing J2 fic. Yeah. Still not sure how that came about. After over-thinking things for 3 weeks, I wrote the introductory scene for what is a kind of epic AU fic that currently exists in my head. While it remains to be seen if I'll manage to get it down in words, I thought I'd share this intro scene because aside from reading tons and tons of fic (and being horrible and only leaving a comment on like, 1 out of 100 fics that I've read - not even exaggerating) I've barely tiptoed into this fandom.
So here. Have some porn.
(Context would be SPOILERS)
Jensen rolled over and let himself sink down into the bed, the cool cotton sheets feeling like water to his over-sensitive and over-heated skin.
He had just had the best sex of his life.
Before he could decompress beyond that thought, soft lips and hot suction attached themselves to his nipple and he found himself groaning even as he lifted his hand to comb through the thick, sweaty hair of the man he was apparently still having sex with to hold him in place and maybe even push him down harder.
Jensen liked it a little bit rough when he was as strung-out as he currently felt.
“God, you’re insatiable,” he murmured, but there was appreciation and more than a little admiration in his tone. He was definitely not complaining.
“If you’re tired, just lay back. I’m okay with doing all the work.” Jared - Jay? (Jensen’s mind hadn’t settled yet on which to default to) - teased and sucked and nibbled his way down Jensen’s body until he was nibbling on the sensitive flesh behind Jensen’s knee. And that, right there, was exactly why Jensen’s brain was still playing catch up in this whole damn situation.
Jensen groaned as Jared ran his tongue along the stretched out tendon, his mouth not letting up on its bruising suction. He’d be worried about losing all motor control and kicking his leg out and knocking Jared out, if Jared’s grip on his calves stretching Jensen’s legs back and above his head wasn’t strong enough to prevent Jensen from going anywhere that Jared didn’t want him to.
God. He did not have a man-handling kink. He had never been a size queen. He was a six foot one man who hadn’t had a hook-up who was both taller and bigger all around (all around) since he was eighteen and fooling around with closeted frat boys.
Jared let go of his calves, leaned forward and rested his weight on his arms with his hands planted firmly on either side of Jensen. Jensen was nearly bent in two as Jared suspended himself like an athlete in the middle of a push-up over top of his body. His cock hung heavy and wet, the tip sliding below Jensen’s balls, with just enough slickness that Jensen could feel a drop of it slide down his skin and into his still stretched out hole.
He whimpered.
Best damn sex of his life.
So what do you think? Would this scene make you want to read the 50K words or so that this fic is probably going to require to tell the full story?
So here. Have some porn.
(Context would be SPOILERS)
Jensen rolled over and let himself sink down into the bed, the cool cotton sheets feeling like water to his over-sensitive and over-heated skin.
He had just had the best sex of his life.
Before he could decompress beyond that thought, soft lips and hot suction attached themselves to his nipple and he found himself groaning even as he lifted his hand to comb through the thick, sweaty hair of the man he was apparently still having sex with to hold him in place and maybe even push him down harder.
Jensen liked it a little bit rough when he was as strung-out as he currently felt.
“God, you’re insatiable,” he murmured, but there was appreciation and more than a little admiration in his tone. He was definitely not complaining.
“If you’re tired, just lay back. I’m okay with doing all the work.” Jared - Jay? (Jensen’s mind hadn’t settled yet on which to default to) - teased and sucked and nibbled his way down Jensen’s body until he was nibbling on the sensitive flesh behind Jensen’s knee. And that, right there, was exactly why Jensen’s brain was still playing catch up in this whole damn situation.
Jensen groaned as Jared ran his tongue along the stretched out tendon, his mouth not letting up on its bruising suction. He’d be worried about losing all motor control and kicking his leg out and knocking Jared out, if Jared’s grip on his calves stretching Jensen’s legs back and above his head wasn’t strong enough to prevent Jensen from going anywhere that Jared didn’t want him to.
God. He did not have a man-handling kink. He had never been a size queen. He was a six foot one man who hadn’t had a hook-up who was both taller and bigger all around (all around) since he was eighteen and fooling around with closeted frat boys.
Jared let go of his calves, leaned forward and rested his weight on his arms with his hands planted firmly on either side of Jensen. Jensen was nearly bent in two as Jared suspended himself like an athlete in the middle of a push-up over top of his body. His cock hung heavy and wet, the tip sliding below Jensen’s balls, with just enough slickness that Jensen could feel a drop of it slide down his skin and into his still stretched out hole.
He whimpered.
Best damn sex of his life.
So what do you think? Would this scene make you want to read the 50K words or so that this fic is probably going to require to tell the full story?