Homecoming, JP/CK ("Knight-'verse")
Title: Homecoming (Timestamp-fic in the “Knight-’verse)
Fandom: CW RPS JP/CK
Written by: ellydee27
Beta by: The brilliant jolinarmalkshur - thank you!
Rating:NC-17
Word count:~1920
Disclaimer:Not mine, mean no harm.
Summary:Chris comes home from his trip. Follow up to “Long Distance Caller” which can be found here:( 18 months later... )
A/N:This is a delayed gift for heatherofnight ‘s birthday! It came out pretty much PWP, hope you still like it honeyJ .
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Jared realizes he’s being ridiculous when he puts on the fourth shirt, shaking his head at his own mirrored image. He discards the pink striped one, along with all the other pink ones in his closet, not wanting Chris to spend the night mocking his so-called “girlyness”.
He discards the white one, thinking he might get overly excited and spill something on it before Chris has time to take it off.
Lastly, he discards the T-shirt with Chris on it, because even though Chris gets a big laugh out of it, he’s slept in it all week and it just can’t pass for clean anymore.
He lands on a dark blue denim shirt, knowing it’s one of Chris’ favorites, especially since he’s filled out, making the shirt fit snugly around his shoulders and chest.
He checks his watch for the umpteenth time, mentally berating himself for being so childishly impatient.
The five minutes until Chris’ estimated arrival time is spent with him finding two bottles of beer from the fridge, placing them on the set dinner table. He checks on the lasagna in the oven, smiling contently when it looks as good as ready. Jared jerks his head up when he hears the sound of the key being turned in the lock. He exits the kitchen, heading for the hall where Chris stands in all his scruffy glory; putting down his bag and guitar and shaking the coat off his shoulders.
“Hey, how was the flight?” Jared asks eagerly, bouncing on his feet as he waits for him to take off his jacket.
“Good.” Chris answers, a smile teasing his lips at the sight of his eager boyfriend.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” He stalks the few steps over to Jared, placing a hand on his neck. He grins widely before pulling him down for a kiss, passion obvious as he groans into the cavern of Jared’s welcoming mouth.
A shrill buzz from the kitchen interrupts them, Chris pulling back to find out where the sound comes from.
“I’ve made lasagna.” Jared explains, earning a teasing grin from his boyfriend.
“You cooked? You’re such a good, little housewife, Jay.” Chris chuckles, causing Jared to punch him playfully in the shoulder as he pushes past him to go get the dinner out of the oven.
“Hey.” Chris’grip on his arm stops Jared in his steps. “Don’t. I‘ll get it.”
“No, I’ll do it, it’s okay?” Jared’s words come out a question, confusion causing him to frown as he turns back to face his boyfriend.
“No, you won’t. I have plans for you, remember?” Chris’ steely blue eyes spark with determination when they meet Jared’s. His own hazel stare widens when he realizes what Chris means.
“Chris?” He asks, voice coming out a whisper.
“Don’t give me that innocent look.” Chris growls, maintaining eye contact as he drags his hand down Jared‘s wide chest, using his nails as he grazes across his nipples. Jared gasps at the sensation and his boyfriend’s voice.
“You know what I’m going to do to you, don’t you?” He continues, voice steady, making Jared tingle with anticipation.
He can do nothing but nod in reply, throat too busy swallowing to be able to form words.
“Good. Now, go into your room, take off your clothes and lay on the bed. And by lay down? I mean on all fours, hands and knees. Got it?”
Jared swallows again, feeling like he’s on fire, skin burning under Chris’ heated gaze.
“Got it, Jay?” Chris repeats, forcing him to respond. Jared manages to focus enough to nod before turning around and obeying his command.
It had taken a while to get to the point where Jared felt safe enough to live out his sexual fantasies with Chris. His experience with Tom had made it difficult for both of them to allow Chris to take control, even though it was obvious from the beginning that it was something they both wanted. Now, Jared loves the feeling of letting go of his control, his fears and his responsibilities, and allowing Chris to be in command.
Jared undresses quickly, hissing as the cold air hits his already hard cock when he loses the final garment. He folds his clothes neatly, knowing that he has time- Chris will want to freshen up before joining him. The sheets feel crisp and cool against his skin as he crawls on the bed, supporting himself on his hands as he places himself in the requested position. Anticipation and arousal fills him up, making his breathing ragged as he listens intently for any sound of Chris.
The minutes pass by with Jared focusing on his breathing and staying still. Thoughts of what’s going to happen makes his cock stay erect, twitching as Jared imagines Chris’ hands on him, his voice commanding him.
He listens for the soft sound of feet on the carpet, and feels a shiver run down his spine when he finally hears it. Chris enters the room, and closes the door behind him. Jared waits for him to speak, keeping himself as quiet as possible, knowing that’s what Chris expects from him.
“Look at you. All spread out for me…” Chris’ voice is determined, but the edge of his voice isn’t hard and unyielding; it’s soft with admiration. Jared knows that, knows his heart is safe with Chris, as well as his body.
“You are beautiful, you know that?” Chris muses.
Jared shakes his head vehemently, bangs falling in front of his face as he looks down at the mattress.
Jared feels firm grip on his head a second later, strong fingers clutching his hair, bending his head upwards. Chris is right there, inches away from his face; steely eyes digging into his.
“You are. Don’t deny it, don’t doubt it. Okay? Nod if you understand.”
Jared nods as much as he can without losing eye contact. Chris is bare chested, muscles rippling under his tanned skin. Jared can see the waistline of his low-hanging jeans, no sign of underwear beneath the worn denim.
“Now, have you prepared for me, Jared?” Chris’ dark voice makes Jared’s dick twitch.
Jared feels himself flushing deeply as he nods again. Chris grins widely, obviously appreciating his obedience.
“Good boy…” Chris’ calloused fingers start running down Jared’s back, sliding across the sweat-slicked skin. Jared gasps as his hands reach the exposed skin on his ass, nails digging into his skin. The intense pleasure after a week of no physical contact makes his breath catch in his throat.
“You like that, Jay?” Chris asks redundantly. “I wish I could take my time, touch you all over, tease you…but that will have to wait.” His fingers trace down his thighs, the tickling sensation causing Jared to shiver.
Jared groans, desire overpowering him, making him desperate for more stimulation.
Without warning, Chris slides his hand up and thrusts two fingers inside his prepped hole. They slide in easily, Chris raising an eyebrow when he realizes it’s slick and stretched enough to take another finger.
Jared struggles to remain silent, but can’t refrain from groaning when Chris adds the third digit, hitting his pleasure spot. His moan is echoed by Chris, who lies down on his back as he continues to fingerfuck him. Jared shuts his eyes in a last attempt to keep in control as Chris scoots underneath him and licks at his erection. Chris’ firm tongue drags along the shaft, his pointed tip teasing the sensitive spot underneath the head. Jared lets out a hoarse groan at the sensation, feeling his climax approaching rapidly.
“Shhh, baby, you know the rules, not a sound.” The gravelly voice is firm, and Jared feels tears stinging behind his eyelids as Chris grips firmly around the base of his cock, delaying his impending climax. Jared swallows hard to keep from shouting, visibly shaking with the effort.
“Good boy.” Chris soothes, shifting on the bed to kneel behind him.
“I’d ask if you were ready, but that’s not really up to you to say, is it?” Chris pulls down the zipper on his jeans, pulling out his own throbbing erection.’
Jared doesnt have the time to shake his head or even process the statement before he feels Chris pushing into him in one excruciatingly slow movement. Jared’s slicked himself thoroughly, but Chris is well-endowed, and there’s still a level of pain that accompanies the intrusion. Jared stops breathing for a few seconds as he tries to adjust, wiggling his ass carefully in an attempt to lessen the pain.
Chris has other plans, though, as he puts his hands on Jared’s firm globes, locking him in place.
And then he starts thrusting for real.
The sensation of pleasure/pain makes Jared dizzy, filling his mind with an array of incoherent thoughts of need, want, love.
Chris pounds into him over and over again, pushing Jared forward until he can’t stay upright any longer. He loses his balance and flops down on the mattress, only leaving his ass up for Chris’ incessant thrusting.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Jay…can’t believe it, so tight, so hot…the way you just give yourself over like that, for me…” The stream of words falling from Chris’s lips is a hint that he’s close, always showering Jared with his words before reaching his climax.
“Damn, you’re close too, aren’t you, baby? Can feel you clutching around me, trying to keep it in…Don’t have to wait much longer now, you can let it all go…”
Jared can’t hear anything beyond that, his mind and body overwhelmed by his approaching orgasm . The pressure builds in his gut, and he can’t hold back the shout of Chris’ name as he finally comes, spurting his release on the sheets underneath.
The spasming of his climax is what pushes Chris over the edge, and a chanting of Jared’s name follows as he empties his load inside. Heavy panting is all that’s heard for the next few minutes, finally interrupted by the soft sound of Chris pulling out of Jared before flopping down next to him on the bed.
Jared’s still laying on his stomach, face turned towards his boyfriend as he smiles, dazed and spent, through his sweaty bangs. Chris gently tucks his hair behind his ears before leaning forward to place a kiss on his soft lips.
“That what you wanted?” Chris whispers hoarsely, always looking for confirmation that he hasn't overstepped any boundaries.
“Yeah, it was.” Jared sighs happily.
“Good. I love you, you know.”
“I know.” Jared replies, wanting nothing but snuggling closer and falling to sleep next to the warm body he’s been missing over the last days. He makes a cat-like-sound as he scoots closer, putting his arms around the smaller man. He sighs happily, already drifting off to sleep when Chris clears his throat in his embrace.
“Uh, Jared? Hadn’t you made dinner?”
Jared groans, frowing with his eyes closed.
“Yeah, I know. Lasagna makes for a good breakfast tomorrow too, right?” Chris chuckles.
“Sure. And candy.” Jared whispers, sleep making his words soft and slow.
Chris chuckles again, patting Jared's chest and his remarkably flat stomach, wondering again how he manages to have such a perfect perfect body when he thinks candy is appropriate breakfast food.
“Whatever you want. Goodnight, Jay.” Chris smiles into the warm chest, breathing in the scent of still heated skin.
“ ’Night.” Jared mumbles, unconsciously playing with Chris’ soft locks until he falls asleep.
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