CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // September 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PEOPLE PROMPTS. People from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives.
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“Just a little longer,” Jared whispers back, staring down at Jensen and Lily where they’re resting against his chest. His breath hitches and even though he thought he already loved them all he could, that his heart just wasn’t capable of more, he found himself falling in love all over again, bigger and deeper than even just the day before.
“M’kay,” Jensen sighs, sounding half asleep himself. Jared tucks his face into Jensen’s neck and kisses the warm skin that smells like Jensen and Lily and home and love. A few moments later Jensen’s breathing evens out and he’s asleep.
Jared loses track of how long he sits there, holding his entire world in his arms, his mind blessedly blank aside from the two of them. He traces his eyes over features as familiar as his own, brushes a finger over a curved cheek, the slope of a nose, the bow of a plush bottom lip. Lily stirs slightly at the light touches - scrunching her nose adorably - but Jensen doesn’t. Her tiny fingers flex around Jared’s pinky and her eyes blink open for a second - the hazy newborn-blue having darkened to glittering bottle-green with flecks of hazel and gold - her unfocused gaze settling right on Jared.
Jared coos softly and brings his hand down off the back of the couch, covering the one Jensen still has securely on her back. Thankfully her eyes flutter closed again right away and she snuffles slightly, squirming a little against Jensen’s chest. Jensen blinks awake immediately at the movement, glancing down at her before tipping his head back to look up at Jared.
“Time s’it?” Jensen slurs.
“Late,” Jared answers softly, leaning down to brush a kiss to the corner of Jensen’s lips.
“Why’d you lemme fall asleep?”
“’cause you’re just as tired as I am,” Jared smiles. It’s true. Jensen has done his fair share of getting up, of staying up, of going to bed late, with Lily in the past six months. All while working as well. Jared is the luckiest man alive, no doubt. “And I couldn’t… I didn’t wanna wake you. You both looked so damn adorable lyin’ there.”
“You’re… adorable,” Jensen snorts, frowning slightly. As far as comebacks go, it’s lame and Jensen obviously knows it but he’s still mostly asleep.
“C’mon,” Jared chuckles. “Let’s put her down and get to bed ourselves.”
Jensen nods and Jared helps him sit - then stand - up, Lily still cradled to his chest. “Want me to take her?”
“Nah, I got it,” Jensen smiles, dipping his head to press his nose to the top of hers. Jared doesn’t blame him, he can’t get enough of that sweet baby scent himself.
Jared presses a light kiss to the top of her head, inhales deeply. “Love you, baby girl. G’night.”
Jensen smiles up at him before leading the way up the stairs. They part in the hallway - Lily’s nursery right across from their room - and Jared stands in the doorway for a moment, watching Jensen settle her into her crib. He ducks into their room as when he hears the soft murmur of Jensen’s voice whispering that he loves her too.
Jared strips out of his clothes, chewing on his bottom lip as he settles under the covers naked. With recovering from giving birth and having a newborn around, they haven’t had the time or the energy to do anything other than kiss. Hell, some nights even that was too much. But Jared’s finally feeling back to his old self and he’s dropped the weight and Lily has started sleeping mostly through the night. And, frankly, he just misses Jensen.
Jensen turns the light off when he comes into their room, stripping down to his boxer briefs like usual. He knows that Jensen is tired - hell, he is too - but he’s hoping that they can stay awake at least a little longer.
Jensen crawls under the covers and pulls Jared against his side. He makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat when his hand slides down Jared’s back and feels nothing but skin. Before Jared can blink, he’s on his back, Jensen leaning over him, emerald-green eyes glittering in the moonlight.
“Jay?” Jensen whispers.
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“You sure?”
Jared reaches up and cups Jensen’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the swell of Jensen’s bottom lip. “’m positive,” Jared replies softly. “I miss this, you. Us.”
Jensen dips down and slots their lips together, soft and chaste. When he pulls back, he doesn’t look nearly as tired as he did just a few seconds ago. Jensen smiles, reaches up and cards one hand through Jared’s hair. Jared sighs softly, his eyes sliding closed as he leans into the familiar touch. He loves being ‘daddy’ but for a little while he just wants to be Jared again.
The next kiss is almost the exact opposite of the first. It’s still gentle but infinitely more insistent. Jensen deepens it almost immediately, head tilting to the perfect angle, his clever, extremely talented tongue sliding against Jared’s. He scoots impossibly closer, settling against Jared, one leg slipping between Jared’s, chests pressed together, the half-hard length of Jensen’s cock pressing against Jared’s hipbone. It’s enough to make Jared’s head spin and he’s tempted to just lie here and make-out like teenagers until they fall asleep because it feels so much better than it probably should.
But then Jensen pulls away, breathing a little heavy, his chest heaving slightly, his lips kiss-bruised and slick, his eyes dark. “Fuck, Jared,” he rasps. And that’s a really good idea.
“Yes,” Jared groans, sliding his hands over the thick muscles of Jensen’s shoulders, twisting his hips, already a little desperate for some friction.
Jensen grabs both sides of his face, his brow furrowed slightly. “Yeah?” Jensen asks softly.
“Yeah,” Jared agrees. “Seems like it’s been forever, Jen. Want’chu to. Please?” Jared adds, just in case. Jensen never has been able to resist when Jared begs.
“Shit, yeah. Of course, baby,” Jensen breathes. “Whatever you want.”
Jared leans up and smashes their lips together in a wet, messy, desperate kiss. Jensen gets with the program quickly, kissing back just as hard and needy, shifting over to settle between Jared’s legs. His hips rock forward, his cloth-covered cock rubbing against Jared’s bare length. Jared moans into the slick slide of their lips and tongues, wrapping his legs around Jensen’s lean waist.
Jensen pulls away and Jared can’t stop himself from chasing his husband’s lips. Jensen chuckles softly and dips down, brushing a kiss to the side of Jared’s lips. “Hang on just a second, Jay.”
Jared nods, letting go of Jensen long enough to let him strip of his boxer briefs and grab the lube from his bedside table. He holds up a condom, one eyebrow quirked in silent question. As much as Jared trusts the effectiveness of the birth control and loves to feel Jensen bare inside him, he nods his head, flashing Jensen an apologetic smile. He wants more kids but he wants to wait. Jensen climbs back onto the mattress, tossing the lube and condom next to Jared’s hip, and pulls Jared into another breathtaking, mind-numbing kiss.
“’s okay,” Jensen whispers against his lips. “I get it and I agree.”
Jared smiles and wraps his arms around Jensen’s neck, pulling him closer. The best thing about Jensen, about marrying his best friend, is how well Jensen knows him and how they don’t always need to explain themselves in words.
Jensen settles on his knees between Jared’s legs, his hands rubbing up and down Jared’s hips, his sides, as he leans over, kissing and nipping at Jared’s chest, his stomach. Jared sighs and melts into the mattress, enjoying the feeling of Jensen’s touch after what feels like an eternity without it. His eyes close and he opens his legs wider, hitching his hips up in hopes that Jensen will take the hint and move further down. Jensen chuckles against his abs, turns his head, his teeth scraping over Jared’s hipbone. He didn’t hear the click of the bottle opening so the slightly chilly, lube-slicked finger that brushes against his hole is a surprise and Jared jerks, a surprised moan tearing from his lips.
“Easy,” Jensen murmurs, nosing against the crease of his thigh, the finger circling his rim pressing in just a bit.
“’s okay,” Jared breathes. “Just. Surprised me.”
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Jensen licks a thick, wet stripe up the underside of his cock, slipping his lips over the tip as he starts to thrust, slowly starting to work Jared open. Jared grips the sheets, his knuckles white and aching slightly with the strength of his grasp, struggling to keep his hips still, to not cry out and risk waking Lily.
Thankfully, he adjusts quickly, his body catching up and remembering that he loves this. “Jensen,” he breathes. “More.”
Jensen’s eyes flick up to his, catching and holding, the fire in those stormy-green depths burning through Jared where they’re touching, setting a matching blaze in his veins. Jensen takes his blood-thick length in deep, hollowing his cheeks, tongue wiggling along all the most sensitive spots, as he pushes a second finger in as well. The fact that it’s been eight months since Jared has had an orgasm becomes painfully clear when he feels himself already rushing headfirst toward the edge. He gasps his husband’s name, unable to stop his climax from tearing through him almost violently. Jensen adjusts seamlessly, pulling back enough not to choke but swallowing everything Jared has to give, his fingers pressing in deep, rubbing against his prostate to enhance and draw out the sensation.
Jared’s panting, chest heaving, his whole body shaking, by the time the shivery aftershocks have passed and Jensen pulls away - leaving his fingers still inside Jared but unmoving, knowing how sensitive he’ll be at the moment. Jensen settles against Jared’s side, smiling soft and loving and beautiful when Jared turns his head. He uses what energy he has left right now and reaches up, grabs the back of Jensen’s neck and pulls him into a wet, dirty kiss, the flavor of his come thick on Jensen’s tongue.
A few long minutes pass, just the wet sound of their lips and the harshness of their breathing filling the room. Despite the strength of his orgasm, Jared’s still half-hard. “Don’t stop,” he half-commands, half-begs into the kiss, smearing the words against Jensen’s lips.
Jensen grunts, either in surprise or agreement, but either way he picks right back up where he left off, two fingers deep, twisting and spreading and thrusting, working Jared open. Jared’s simultaneously relaxed and worked-up, clinging to Jensen’s broad shoulders, hips thrusting down against Jensen’s fingers - three now - kissing and biting Jensen’s lips while still sated and trembling slightly, the pressure still built up in his groin in direct contrast to the fact that his limbs feel like overcooked noodles.
Jensen doesn’t need to ask if he’s ready and Jared doesn’t tell him. They’ve been sleeping together long enough that Jensen knows Jared’s body probably better than Jared knows it himself.
He can’t quite bite back a whine when Jensen pulls his fingers out. He’s always hated that empty feeling. Jensen pulls back, breaking the kiss, and grabs the condom. Jared bites down on his bottom lip, watching as Jensen rolls the latex down his long, thick length, uses more lube to slick himself up, then crawls back between Jared’s legs. Their eyes meet again as Jensen settles over him, weight on one forearm next to Jared’s head, his hand between them to line himself up.
Jared’s always been in love with the way Jensen looks at him. Even when they were just friends. Jensen’s eyes are more expressive than anyone he’s ever known and Jared has always been able to read him like an open book. And despite how cheesy and cliché, he grabs the back of Jensen’s neck, fingers digging into flesh and muscle, pulls him down, their foreheads resting together, and whispers, “I love you, Jen.”
“I love you, too, Jay,” Jensen replies softly.
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They’re both quiet aside from a few breathy moans and whispers of each other’s names - neither of them have ever been really big talkers but occasionally Jensen’ll break out the dirty talk just to get Jared going. In the end, Jared comes again between their stomachs, not a hand on him, and Jensen follows shortly after, buried as deep as possible.
Jensen gently pulls away and gets rid of the condom and ducks across the hall to the bathroom quietly, mindful of their still blessedly asleep little angel. Jensen cleans them both up and Jared curls up against his side, falling asleep before his head even settles on Jensen’s chest.
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