RE: Fill: Floor Show 2/2
anonymous
October 31 2021, 18:13:32 UTC
“Just enjoying the show,” Jensen says, eyes never leaving Jared even when he slams back the shot of...whatever Steve had brought him. The girl is facing Jared now, grinding against him as the other man kisses her throat, all three of them tangled up. Her hands slide under Jared’s t-shirt, pushing up just enough to show off his abs to the audience that’s now watching. Catcalls echoing through the room remind Jensen of why he almost never goes to Jared’s show, jealousy bubbling hotly through him. Jared steps back from his partners, far enough that he can pull his t-shirt off completely, and holy shit. His whole chest is gleaming with sweat and glitter, and there, over his heart, is what looks like a tattoo in the shape of a pentagram and starburst. It looks like a perfect match to the one Jensen has, gotten two years before he and Jared met in honor of his favorite TV character, and the idea that Jared would get a matching tattoo in the same place has Jensen on his feet and ready to drag Jared off to the nearest private corner.
Before he can take a step, Jared’s standing in front of him, breathing hard, one hand on Jensen’s chest as he pushes him back into his chair.
“Leaving without a dance?” Jared purrs, and the crowd cheers.
“Jay--” Jensen can’t take his eyes off the tattoo, red and a little swollen as though he’s just gotten it done that day. But when he reaches out to touch, Jared swats his hand away, eyes glinting.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he chides. “No touching the dancers.” Jared settles across Jensen’s lap, circling his hips in a slow, lazy figure eight specifically designed to drive Jensen out of his mind. He leans forward to whisper, “I don’t need to tie your hands, do I?”
“No,” Jensen breathes, voice ragged. “Jay, come on--”
“Little busy here, Jen,” Jared coos, lifting his arms over his head as he sways sinuously for a moment before wrapping his hands around the chair back and leaning in close. His tits are right there, almost brushing Jensen’s lips as Jared rocks against him, and fuck. Jensen totally gets how Jared brings home more money than he does. He’s so hard he’s almost light headed, every thrust and grind of Jared’s hips, every tantalizing accidental brush of skin against skin driving him closer and closer to the edge.
He only realizes that’s exactly what Jared has in mind when one taut, gleaming nipple brushes his lips. His mouth opens on instinct, pulling the tight little bud into his mouth as Jared moans above him, his hips moving with purpose now, grinding down against him with short, sharp thrusts. “Come on, Jen,” he pants. “Do it, God--”
Jensen’s heard that too many times, brain hardwired to obey, and it feels so fucking good--wave after wave of pleasure rocking through him as Jared doesn’t let up, riding him through the aftershocks. He arches under Jared’s weight, feels Jared’s eyes on him eagerly, feels the shivers running hot and electric under Jared’s skin where he’s wrapped his arms around him, nevermind the rules. Feels Jared’s lips on his, swallowing down the sounds he can’t help, Jared’s hands on his cheeks as he whispers encouragement and love.
Then it’s over, Jensen’s brain pleasure fogged but mostly functional again.
“You with me?” Jared asks, smirking a bit, and Jensen feels the blood rising in his cheeks as he realizes he just came in his pants in front of a hundred people--none of whom seem to be paying them any attention now.
“I...yeah. Yeah.” There’s a dopey smile on Jensen’s lips to match the blush on his cheeks, he can feel it, and the fondness in Jared’s eyes confirms. “I can’t feel my legs, but other than that…”
“Mmm we’ll have to see what we can do about that,” Jared whispers silkily. He slides off Jensen’s lap gracefully, and Jensen’s eyes widen as he takes in the obscene bulge in Jared’s jeans. “I think I know just the thing.”
Jensen swallows and takes Jared’s hand, lets his boyfriend tug him to his feet and drag him off toward the back room. This night is far from over.
Before he can take a step, Jared’s standing in front of him, breathing hard, one hand on Jensen’s chest as he pushes him back into his chair.
“Leaving without a dance?” Jared purrs, and the crowd cheers.
“Jay--” Jensen can’t take his eyes off the tattoo, red and a little swollen as though he’s just gotten it done that day. But when he reaches out to touch, Jared swats his hand away, eyes glinting.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he chides. “No touching the dancers.” Jared settles across Jensen’s lap, circling his hips in a slow, lazy figure eight specifically designed to drive Jensen out of his mind. He leans forward to whisper, “I don’t need to tie your hands, do I?”
“No,” Jensen breathes, voice ragged. “Jay, come on--”
“Little busy here, Jen,” Jared coos, lifting his arms over his head as he sways sinuously for a moment before wrapping his hands around the chair back and leaning in close. His tits are right there, almost brushing Jensen’s lips as Jared rocks against him, and fuck. Jensen totally gets how Jared brings home more money than he does. He’s so hard he’s almost light headed, every thrust and grind of Jared’s hips, every tantalizing accidental brush of skin against skin driving him closer and closer to the edge.
He only realizes that’s exactly what Jared has in mind when one taut, gleaming nipple brushes his lips. His mouth opens on instinct, pulling the tight little bud into his mouth as Jared moans above him, his hips moving with purpose now, grinding down against him with short, sharp thrusts. “Come on, Jen,” he pants. “Do it, God--”
Jensen’s heard that too many times, brain hardwired to obey, and it feels so fucking good--wave after wave of pleasure rocking through him as Jared doesn’t let up, riding him through the aftershocks. He arches under Jared’s weight, feels Jared’s eyes on him eagerly, feels the shivers running hot and electric under Jared’s skin where he’s wrapped his arms around him, nevermind the rules. Feels Jared’s lips on his, swallowing down the sounds he can’t help, Jared’s hands on his cheeks as he whispers encouragement and love.
Then it’s over, Jensen’s brain pleasure fogged but mostly functional again.
“You with me?” Jared asks, smirking a bit, and Jensen feels the blood rising in his cheeks as he realizes he just came in his pants in front of a hundred people--none of whom seem to be paying them any attention now.
“I...yeah. Yeah.” There’s a dopey smile on Jensen’s lips to match the blush on his cheeks, he can feel it, and the fondness in Jared’s eyes confirms. “I can’t feel my legs, but other than that…”
“Mmm we’ll have to see what we can do about that,” Jared whispers silkily. He slides off Jensen’s lap gracefully, and Jensen’s eyes widen as he takes in the obscene bulge in Jared’s jeans. “I think I know just the thing.”
Jensen swallows and takes Jared’s hand, lets his boyfriend tug him to his feet and drag him off toward the back room. This night is far from over.
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