Blind - Jared/Jensen fic
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Title: Blind
Author: Claire (smeckles90)
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17 (m/m sex)
Word Count: 2198
Disclaimer: The boys belong to each other themselves and this is purely not a work of fiction.
Summary: After dragging Jensen away from the CW party, Jared comes up with a more constructive use for their ties...
Notes: Thanks so much to my wonderful beta wenchpixie, this was a mess of POV and tenses till she whipped it into shape - she deserves some majorly huge cookies! Again I warn you, the hotness gets schmoopy...I honestly don't know how my brain sneaks it in...
Jared was up to something. He had wasted no time in dragging Jensen away from the CW party as soon as he possibly could, forsaking their friends and hailing the first cab that came into sight. Not that Jensen had been unable to tell before; the way Jared had mounted him like a horse for all the paps to get snap-happy at, the low-lidded glances he kept shooting his way during the interviews or the small rubs of his thumb over the insides of Jensen’s wrists when he handed him a drink just screamed of some kinky Jared scheme.
Quick glances down the corridor to make sure no one was looking and then they were inside Jared’s hotel room, the lighting dimmed and Jensen’s heart starting to thud against his chest. The room had a spacious living area, but that clearly wasn’t what Jared had in mind as his lover bypassed the comfy sofa and moved through into the bedroom. Not the most romantic gesture in the world, but Jensen got the message and followed. Pausing at the doorway, he watched Jared caress the silky sheets and gave a little shiver at the thought of those fingers performing the same movements over his skin.
Jared’s gaze flicked to meet his. “C’mere,” he drawled, giving Jensen a lazy smile that failed to mask the devilish spark in his eyes.
Tentatively, Jensen walked towards his lover and was surprised at how soft their first kiss was, how Jared explored his mouth like a shy little boy who’d never been there before. Never breaking the contact of their lips, Jared led Jensen towards the bed and slowly lowered them both down onto the soft mattress. Cupping his face with one hand, Jared kissed Jensen deeper leaving him wide-eyed and a little breathless. Tenderness was something that had gotten a little lost lately amongst the rough sex; their eagerness for each other almost uncontrollable.
Jared muttered something about pillows and Jensen happily obliged, shuffling his way up the bed until he felt his fingertips brush the smooth satin pillow slip. Jared straddled him as soon as he’d stopped moving, peeled his suit jacket off and threw it onto the floor. Jensen’s followed soon after.
Jared nibbled along his jaw line as his long fingers nimbly undid the buttons on his shirt. Bare chest on display save for his tie; Jensen moaned a little as two thumbs rubbed across his nipples and down his sides. He pulled Jared down to meet his lips, ignoring the soft tug of his tie being removed from around his neck - until he felt pressure around his wrist and his arm being pulled out to the corner of the bed.
“Jay, what are you doing?!”
Jared shot him a wide grin as Jensen tried unsuccessfully to pull his arm free, the other end of the tie having been securely wound around the bedpost. “Lulling you into a false sense of security”. He pinned Jensen’s other wrist above his head as he struggled to remove his own tie with just one hand. Bondage, now there was a topic they’d yet to breach. Jensen couldn’t help but be slightly horrified at the thought of being completely at someone else’s mercy - no matter how much it turned him on.
Any resistance he felt, however, was broken easily as Jared sucked hard on his neck; the sensation distracting him from his arm being dragged across the mattress. Unable to move, Jensen gazed up at Jared with a new-found vulnerability he’d never allowed his boyfriend to see before.
Jared’s brow creased in concern. “You okay with this? Because I’ll stop if you’re not.”
Jensen pouted in the way he always did when he wanted a kiss and Jared instantly leaned down, gasping as Jensen sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. “You’ve started now cowboy,” he breathed, his voice husky with alcohol and lust, “we’re saving the horses, remember?”
Jared would later deny the squeal of delight that escaped his lips at those words, as well as how quickly he scrambled off the bed to retrieve something from his bag on the floor. When his knees were firmly planted on either side of Jensen’s torso again, all softness and boyish excitement were gone, replaced by a dark determination to claim Jensen’s body for his own.
Dangling from Jared’s right hand was an emerald scarf, looking thin and smooth between his fingertips. Smirking, Jensen watched the scarf descend until it blanketed his vision and he felt a knot being tied at the side of his head. Soft lips pressed against his and then the bed creaked as Jared's weight shifted and moved from his position over Jensen.
He heard rustling to his left; the clang of a belt hitting the floor and shoes being discarded to the far corners of the room. He felt the bed dip and Jared tugged off his shoes and socks so quickly that he was sure he heard the laces snap. His pants were next - yanked down so fast he wondered if he'd be explaining friction burns to makeup. Jared's teeth sunk into his thighs as Jared rushed to relieve him of any remaining clothing until he lay exposed and vulnerable, naked before his lover.
Jared licked long stripes up his hipbones and Jensen gasped as fingernails scraped down his ass. Jared was working his way upwards, mapping out Jensen’s skin with a mixture of tongue, lips and teeth, his stomach brushing the head of Jensen’s cock. Jensen moaned as Jared sucked on his collarbone, desperately wishing those lips were somewhere else that was much more demanding of their attention.
Fingers threaded through his short hair as their cocks collided. Jensen tugged on his restraints as Jared pulled away, pleading with his eyes despite knowing that Jared couldn’t see them. A cocky grin that would have made Dean proud fixed itself on Jensen’s lips as he teased, “Gonna fuck me hard, Jay?”
The strong scent of cologne wafted close to his nose as he felt Jared hover over him, close enough for thin strands of his hair to lightly brush Jensen’s ear. “No Jensen,” he whispered in reply, tracing a finger over Jensen’s lips, “I’m going to fuck you like I love you.”
Jensen felt his expression soften and his mouth gape open with surprise even as Jared kissed the bridge of his nose. Jared’s familiar smell moved away, all traces of his presence fading and Jensen squirmed about trying to feel where his lover had gone. He felt his answer a moment later as a velvet tongue swiped across the slit of his cock.
Groaning, he felt Jared’s mouth suck lightly on the head before swallowing him whole, the tip brushing against the back of Jared’s throat. Lips dragged themselves up and down as he was sucked hard, being massaged underneath by his lover’s tongue. He tried to still his hips as Jared sunk down even lower, but then he felt Jared remove himself with a pop and insist quietly, “Fuck me, Jen. I can take it just as well as I give it.” He was back inside Jared’s wet warmth and he was fucking, actually fucking, Jared’s mouth while Jared’s hands clung to his hips hard enough to bruise, helping drive himself upwards down Jared’s throat. He was almost there, Jared humming around him and flicking his tongue to lick at every sensitive spot Jared knew he had. Straining against the ties holding him in place, Jensen felt himself shoot down his lover’s throat, moaning Jared’s name over and over as his lover’s tongue still licked up and down his cock.
He felt Jared’s mouth leave him as he went limp and if he been anywhere near coherency he would have objected. Jared remained between his knees though, despite his hands being nowhere on Jensen’s body, as he could feel Jared’s smooth skin brushing against his thighs.
“Jay?”
No response. Jensen lifted his head as high as possible and listened intently. Jared was panting and if he wasn’t mistaken, he heard the soft slap of skin on skin. Oh dear God! Jared was jerking off above him when he couldn’t even watch! His breaths were getting shallower and he was making those adorably sexy noises that he usually made when he was pounding Jensen’s ass.
Jensen could picture him in his mind: long fingers gliding back and forth as green eyes glinted in the dark, pupils fixed on the naked body tied before him and beads of sweat trailing down his pecs giving his tanned skin a glistening sheen. Muscles flexing, he would rub the head just like he loved it; tongue flicking over lips bruised red from sucking Jensen. Ragged breaths punctured the silence, Jared almost coming as little murmurs of, “Oh Jen,” mingled with his gasps. Jensen felt his cock stir; Jared was making him hard again, faster than any other man or woman could ever hope to.
Hot liquid sprayed across his torso and Jared’s warm skin was pressed against him, Jared sucking affectionately on his neck. “I’m going to lick my own come off you, Jen,” he promised softly, making Jensen groan and his half-hard cock press needingly into Jared’s thigh. Thick tongue moving in small circles, he lapped at the liquid as Jensen squirmed underneath him at the tickly sensation of velvet tracing patterns across his stomach, dipping in to fondle his navel. Big hands traced over muscle, tongue satisfied with its job. Fingers trailed lower, applying a quick pull and twist to his cock, and vanished for a few moments before delving through soft hair to his hole. Dangling over the entrance, Jared’s finger slowly pushed its way in, taking in Jensen’s grunts from the cool sensation of the lube and soothing them with kisses placed lightly to his chest. He added another, Jensen wiggling under the initial burn, but practically purring as Jared licked him from base to tip. A third went in.
“C’mon Jay,” he urged, sinking Jared’s fingers deeper into him as he pushed down.
Jared thrust back, “Thought I was the one in control here?” He bit Jensen’s nipple and drew his fingers out, lips swallowing Jensen’s moan as they were removed. The kiss was languid and gentle, Jared sucking on his bottom lip.
His warmth briefly disappeared before their cocks were gliding together, Jared’s slick with lube. Hands moved to spread his ass cheeks and within moments, Jared’s head was inside him. They moved slow, rocking gently together as Jared pressed deeper within him. The slight burning stretch was worth it for the feeling of completely encompassing Jared; for the feeling of Jared starting to thrust hard into him until he was making those adorably sexy noises from pounding Jensen’s ass. Somewhere along the line, fingers grasped his cock and worked him hard as Jared’s mouth attacked his neck, lips marking every inch of skin they could reach. Clinging to the ties as the sensation of Jared all over him nearly pushed him over the edge, Jared pushed in harder as he swiped his thumb over the slit of Jensen’s cock, Jensen knowing the pre-come there would be smeared all over Jared’s finger and the absence of Jared’s tongue on his collarbone meant he was licking it off through his harsh pants. Their lips meeting, Jensen could taste a mixture of them both when Jared stroked his tongue with his own. One last hard thrust hitting his prostate and Jensen was tightening up all around Jared, making his lover come with him, moaning together as Jensen fell apart underneath Jared’s strong body.
Barely able to breathe, Jensen felt Jared fall on top of him, still buried deep in his ass. He could feel Jared’s erratic heartbeat against his chest, his warm breath ghosting over his skin. Jensen was still incoherent minutes later as Jared’s cock slid out of him, the bed creaking as Jared pushed himself up on the bed. Curses issued from his co-star’s lips before he felt the pressure around his wrists removed and the blindfold pulled away from his face.
Jensen scrunched up his eyes at the invasion of dimmed light, and tried but failed to find the energy to move his arms up to pull Jared closer.
“Jay-” He began, but a wide yawn finished the sentence for him and he tucked his head away into his arms, trying to wake himself up enough to at least tell Jared he loved him.
Jared’s hands fixed themselves firmly on his hips and gently manoeuvred Jensen onto his side. A soft kiss was pressed to his temple. “Go to sleep, baby,” Jared whispered, nuzzling his ear before resting his head on Jensen’s, a long arm winding itself around his chest and a leg nudging in between his own. Feeling safe in his arms, Jensen snuggled into Jared’s embrace and let his lids slide shut. He knew in the morning there would be a million questions concerning what it was like blindfolded, no matter if Jared’s motives were alternate to what Jensen had initially supposed. The truth, though, was that blindfolded or not, Jensen finally knew he was blind already...blinded by Jared.
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Title: Blind
Author: Claire (smeckles90)
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17 (m/m sex)
Word Count: 2198
Disclaimer: The boys belong to each other themselves and this is purely not a work of fiction.
Summary: After dragging Jensen away from the CW party, Jared comes up with a more constructive use for their ties...
Notes: Thanks so much to my wonderful beta wenchpixie, this was a mess of POV and tenses till she whipped it into shape - she deserves some majorly huge cookies! Again I warn you, the hotness gets schmoopy...I honestly don't know how my brain sneaks it in...
Jared was up to something. He had wasted no time in dragging Jensen away from the CW party as soon as he possibly could, forsaking their friends and hailing the first cab that came into sight. Not that Jensen had been unable to tell before; the way Jared had mounted him like a horse for all the paps to get snap-happy at, the low-lidded glances he kept shooting his way during the interviews or the small rubs of his thumb over the insides of Jensen’s wrists when he handed him a drink just screamed of some kinky Jared scheme.
Quick glances down the corridor to make sure no one was looking and then they were inside Jared’s hotel room, the lighting dimmed and Jensen’s heart starting to thud against his chest. The room had a spacious living area, but that clearly wasn’t what Jared had in mind as his lover bypassed the comfy sofa and moved through into the bedroom. Not the most romantic gesture in the world, but Jensen got the message and followed. Pausing at the doorway, he watched Jared caress the silky sheets and gave a little shiver at the thought of those fingers performing the same movements over his skin.
Jared’s gaze flicked to meet his. “C’mere,” he drawled, giving Jensen a lazy smile that failed to mask the devilish spark in his eyes.
Tentatively, Jensen walked towards his lover and was surprised at how soft their first kiss was, how Jared explored his mouth like a shy little boy who’d never been there before. Never breaking the contact of their lips, Jared led Jensen towards the bed and slowly lowered them both down onto the soft mattress. Cupping his face with one hand, Jared kissed Jensen deeper leaving him wide-eyed and a little breathless. Tenderness was something that had gotten a little lost lately amongst the rough sex; their eagerness for each other almost uncontrollable.
Jared muttered something about pillows and Jensen happily obliged, shuffling his way up the bed until he felt his fingertips brush the smooth satin pillow slip. Jared straddled him as soon as he’d stopped moving, peeled his suit jacket off and threw it onto the floor. Jensen’s followed soon after.
Jared nibbled along his jaw line as his long fingers nimbly undid the buttons on his shirt. Bare chest on display save for his tie; Jensen moaned a little as two thumbs rubbed across his nipples and down his sides. He pulled Jared down to meet his lips, ignoring the soft tug of his tie being removed from around his neck - until he felt pressure around his wrist and his arm being pulled out to the corner of the bed.
“Jay, what are you doing?!”
Jared shot him a wide grin as Jensen tried unsuccessfully to pull his arm free, the other end of the tie having been securely wound around the bedpost. “Lulling you into a false sense of security”. He pinned Jensen’s other wrist above his head as he struggled to remove his own tie with just one hand. Bondage, now there was a topic they’d yet to breach. Jensen couldn’t help but be slightly horrified at the thought of being completely at someone else’s mercy - no matter how much it turned him on.
Any resistance he felt, however, was broken easily as Jared sucked hard on his neck; the sensation distracting him from his arm being dragged across the mattress. Unable to move, Jensen gazed up at Jared with a new-found vulnerability he’d never allowed his boyfriend to see before.
Jared’s brow creased in concern. “You okay with this? Because I’ll stop if you’re not.”
Jensen pouted in the way he always did when he wanted a kiss and Jared instantly leaned down, gasping as Jensen sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. “You’ve started now cowboy,” he breathed, his voice husky with alcohol and lust, “we’re saving the horses, remember?”
Jared would later deny the squeal of delight that escaped his lips at those words, as well as how quickly he scrambled off the bed to retrieve something from his bag on the floor. When his knees were firmly planted on either side of Jensen’s torso again, all softness and boyish excitement were gone, replaced by a dark determination to claim Jensen’s body for his own.
Dangling from Jared’s right hand was an emerald scarf, looking thin and smooth between his fingertips. Smirking, Jensen watched the scarf descend until it blanketed his vision and he felt a knot being tied at the side of his head. Soft lips pressed against his and then the bed creaked as Jared's weight shifted and moved from his position over Jensen.
He heard rustling to his left; the clang of a belt hitting the floor and shoes being discarded to the far corners of the room. He felt the bed dip and Jared tugged off his shoes and socks so quickly that he was sure he heard the laces snap. His pants were next - yanked down so fast he wondered if he'd be explaining friction burns to makeup. Jared's teeth sunk into his thighs as Jared rushed to relieve him of any remaining clothing until he lay exposed and vulnerable, naked before his lover.
Jared licked long stripes up his hipbones and Jensen gasped as fingernails scraped down his ass. Jared was working his way upwards, mapping out Jensen’s skin with a mixture of tongue, lips and teeth, his stomach brushing the head of Jensen’s cock. Jensen moaned as Jared sucked on his collarbone, desperately wishing those lips were somewhere else that was much more demanding of their attention.
Fingers threaded through his short hair as their cocks collided. Jensen tugged on his restraints as Jared pulled away, pleading with his eyes despite knowing that Jared couldn’t see them. A cocky grin that would have made Dean proud fixed itself on Jensen’s lips as he teased, “Gonna fuck me hard, Jay?”
The strong scent of cologne wafted close to his nose as he felt Jared hover over him, close enough for thin strands of his hair to lightly brush Jensen’s ear. “No Jensen,” he whispered in reply, tracing a finger over Jensen’s lips, “I’m going to fuck you like I love you.”
Jensen felt his expression soften and his mouth gape open with surprise even as Jared kissed the bridge of his nose. Jared’s familiar smell moved away, all traces of his presence fading and Jensen squirmed about trying to feel where his lover had gone. He felt his answer a moment later as a velvet tongue swiped across the slit of his cock.
Groaning, he felt Jared’s mouth suck lightly on the head before swallowing him whole, the tip brushing against the back of Jared’s throat. Lips dragged themselves up and down as he was sucked hard, being massaged underneath by his lover’s tongue. He tried to still his hips as Jared sunk down even lower, but then he felt Jared remove himself with a pop and insist quietly, “Fuck me, Jen. I can take it just as well as I give it.” He was back inside Jared’s wet warmth and he was fucking, actually fucking, Jared’s mouth while Jared’s hands clung to his hips hard enough to bruise, helping drive himself upwards down Jared’s throat. He was almost there, Jared humming around him and flicking his tongue to lick at every sensitive spot Jared knew he had. Straining against the ties holding him in place, Jensen felt himself shoot down his lover’s throat, moaning Jared’s name over and over as his lover’s tongue still licked up and down his cock.
He felt Jared’s mouth leave him as he went limp and if he been anywhere near coherency he would have objected. Jared remained between his knees though, despite his hands being nowhere on Jensen’s body, as he could feel Jared’s smooth skin brushing against his thighs.
“Jay?”
No response. Jensen lifted his head as high as possible and listened intently. Jared was panting and if he wasn’t mistaken, he heard the soft slap of skin on skin. Oh dear God! Jared was jerking off above him when he couldn’t even watch! His breaths were getting shallower and he was making those adorably sexy noises that he usually made when he was pounding Jensen’s ass.
Jensen could picture him in his mind: long fingers gliding back and forth as green eyes glinted in the dark, pupils fixed on the naked body tied before him and beads of sweat trailing down his pecs giving his tanned skin a glistening sheen. Muscles flexing, he would rub the head just like he loved it; tongue flicking over lips bruised red from sucking Jensen. Ragged breaths punctured the silence, Jared almost coming as little murmurs of, “Oh Jen,” mingled with his gasps. Jensen felt his cock stir; Jared was making him hard again, faster than any other man or woman could ever hope to.
Hot liquid sprayed across his torso and Jared’s warm skin was pressed against him, Jared sucking affectionately on his neck. “I’m going to lick my own come off you, Jen,” he promised softly, making Jensen groan and his half-hard cock press needingly into Jared’s thigh. Thick tongue moving in small circles, he lapped at the liquid as Jensen squirmed underneath him at the tickly sensation of velvet tracing patterns across his stomach, dipping in to fondle his navel. Big hands traced over muscle, tongue satisfied with its job. Fingers trailed lower, applying a quick pull and twist to his cock, and vanished for a few moments before delving through soft hair to his hole. Dangling over the entrance, Jared’s finger slowly pushed its way in, taking in Jensen’s grunts from the cool sensation of the lube and soothing them with kisses placed lightly to his chest. He added another, Jensen wiggling under the initial burn, but practically purring as Jared licked him from base to tip. A third went in.
“C’mon Jay,” he urged, sinking Jared’s fingers deeper into him as he pushed down.
Jared thrust back, “Thought I was the one in control here?” He bit Jensen’s nipple and drew his fingers out, lips swallowing Jensen’s moan as they were removed. The kiss was languid and gentle, Jared sucking on his bottom lip.
His warmth briefly disappeared before their cocks were gliding together, Jared’s slick with lube. Hands moved to spread his ass cheeks and within moments, Jared’s head was inside him. They moved slow, rocking gently together as Jared pressed deeper within him. The slight burning stretch was worth it for the feeling of completely encompassing Jared; for the feeling of Jared starting to thrust hard into him until he was making those adorably sexy noises from pounding Jensen’s ass. Somewhere along the line, fingers grasped his cock and worked him hard as Jared’s mouth attacked his neck, lips marking every inch of skin they could reach. Clinging to the ties as the sensation of Jared all over him nearly pushed him over the edge, Jared pushed in harder as he swiped his thumb over the slit of Jensen’s cock, Jensen knowing the pre-come there would be smeared all over Jared’s finger and the absence of Jared’s tongue on his collarbone meant he was licking it off through his harsh pants. Their lips meeting, Jensen could taste a mixture of them both when Jared stroked his tongue with his own. One last hard thrust hitting his prostate and Jensen was tightening up all around Jared, making his lover come with him, moaning together as Jensen fell apart underneath Jared’s strong body.
Barely able to breathe, Jensen felt Jared fall on top of him, still buried deep in his ass. He could feel Jared’s erratic heartbeat against his chest, his warm breath ghosting over his skin. Jensen was still incoherent minutes later as Jared’s cock slid out of him, the bed creaking as Jared pushed himself up on the bed. Curses issued from his co-star’s lips before he felt the pressure around his wrists removed and the blindfold pulled away from his face.
Jensen scrunched up his eyes at the invasion of dimmed light, and tried but failed to find the energy to move his arms up to pull Jared closer.
“Jay-” He began, but a wide yawn finished the sentence for him and he tucked his head away into his arms, trying to wake himself up enough to at least tell Jared he loved him.
Jared’s hands fixed themselves firmly on his hips and gently manoeuvred Jensen onto his side. A soft kiss was pressed to his temple. “Go to sleep, baby,” Jared whispered, nuzzling his ear before resting his head on Jensen’s, a long arm winding itself around his chest and a leg nudging in between his own. Feeling safe in his arms, Jensen snuggled into Jared’s embrace and let his lids slide shut. He knew in the morning there would be a million questions concerning what it was like blindfolded, no matter if Jared’s motives were alternate to what Jensen had initially supposed. The truth, though, was that blindfolded or not, Jensen finally knew he was blind already...blinded by Jared.
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