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THIS IS THE POST FOR JENSEN/JARED!
If your prompt includes Jensen and Jared touching each other, this is where it goes. Slash, het, f/f, and anything else you can think of are all welcome and encouraged here! : ) Threesomes including Jensen and Jared where they touch/have ( Read more... )
THIS IS THE POST FOR JENSEN/JARED!
If your prompt includes Jensen and Jared touching each other, this is where it goes. Slash, het, f/f, and anything else you can think of are all welcome and encouraged here! : ) Threesomes including Jensen and Jared where they touch/have ( Read more... )
He manhandles Jensen a few paces over to the bench, sweeps aside the cooling pasta, and slams him stomach-down on the marble, being careful not to knock his head. Before Jensen has time to really register what's going on, his sticky jeans and boxers are being peeled away, and he's left wearing only a Henley and socks, legs kicked apart, hole displayed for Jared. He gets no prep except for the damp stains of urine and the come left over from when Jared sat him on his cock in the car on the ride home and fucked him slowly, only climaxing when they pulled into the driveway. Jensen wasn't allowed to come then - not that he's sure he would have been able to, he was concentrating so hard on not wetting himself - and it seems like he won't be allowed to now, either. Jared spits into his hand and slicks his dick, for his own comfort, not Jensen's, and pushes in, bottoming out in a single thrust. He pays no attention to the way Jensen hardens as he strikes his prostate repeatedly, slamming in and out, shouting excitedly.
Jensen holds onto the edge of the bench top, figuring he's allowed to when his knuckles aren't slapped away, and tries to breathe through it, embarrassed that Jared is deigning to use him when he's so filthy, and unbelievably turned on at the same time. His hips ache under the pressure of Jared's fingers as they're jerked backwards increasingly sporadically as Jared's orgasm builds, but the real pain he feels is in his unrelieved cock.
He moans greedily as finally - finally! - Jared's hand wraps around him, and then almost sobs in disappointment when it's only to restrain him, tightening around the head of his penis as Jared groans low and comes hard, his seed spurting into Jensen's puffy entrance, coating his inner walls.
There's silence for a time, except for Jared's heavy breathing as he lays across Jensen's back, regaining his composure. Jensen's composure is fraught - he needs to come! - but he's too obedient to do anything about it other than allow a few frustrated tears to slip out of the corner of his eye. Besides, he trusts Jared. Sure, the treatment is all but torturous at times, but the way Jared objectifies him, the expression he wears - it's as if Jensen is the single most beautiful thing in the world, the most precious. He's Jared's to pose and to play with, but Jared truly loves him and will always, always come through for him. Sometimes, it just takes a while.
It seems like tonight is one of those nights. When Jared eventually takes control again, he keeps Jensen where he is with one hand splayed across his lower back, and basically inhales the food he's cooked. He's generous enough to push a few morsels through Jensen's teeth, obviously remembering that he hasn't fed him since morning, and it's enough to stave off hunger. Then, without so much as a word, he puts Jensen on his feet and nudges him in the direction of their shared bedroom.
Jensen totters along in front of him, unsteady, his dick still hard and aching. He can smell himself, and it's starting to become unpleasant, but when Jared hits the lights in the room, he doesn't direct Jensen to the shower, just flashes a smile and disappears into the bathroom, alone. Jensen stands, tacky and disgusting, in the middle of the carpet for ten minutes until his boyfriend returns. When he does, he's freshly washed, a towel wrapped around his waist, and he's holding a damp cloth.
"Spread your legs, baby," he says softly, and then kneels down in front of Jensen and wipes him down with the warm cloth, cleaning away the worst of the mess. He laughs when he notices that Jensen's still wearing his socks, and quickly divests him of those and his Henley, leaving him naked and shaky. He makes a point of caressing Jensen's silky thighs and cock as he sponges him off, but he does nothing to help him out, ignoring the twitching of his semi-erect member.
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"Sorry, Jenny. Not until you wash up properly." He smirks, knowing that isn't possible until he gives Jensen the permission to do so. "Go on then," he says sweetly, "into your bed." Jensen curls up obediently on the inflatable mattress, and Jared tosses down an extra cover to keep him warm. Flipping off the light switch, he leans over in the dark and says, "And whatever you do, don't even think about touching yourself. That cock is mine, understand? I want you rock hard when I wake up, okay? Jensen. You can answer."
"Okay," mumbles Jensen, already sinking into sleep. "Whatever you want, anything, always."
"Good boy. Get some sleep. I love you."
Jared's voice carries softly, and Jensen slumbers.
At dawn, he opens his eyes to find himself flopped onto his back, Jared's heavy penis hanging in front of his face, grazing his mouth. He says nothing, just lays there in complete surprise, heady with anticipation.
"So I was thinking," says Jared from above him, "that you looked pretty fucking spectacular last night, all nervous and jittery when you had to pee, and then all fucking red and ashamed when you just pissed all over yourself. I can see your wood sticking up under the blanket, baby, and I reckon maybe I could help you out with that, if you help me out with something, too." When Jensen says nothing, just blinks his big eyes and licks his plump bottom lip anxiously, Jared adds, "You can chill out a little, honey. Talk to me. Move about."
At once, Jensen nods enthusiastically, babbles in a croaky, sleep-thick voice. "Please, Jay. Fuck, oh please. Use me. Use me up."
Jared is musky and warm from bed, and his cock, when he slips it gently between Jensen's lips, smells faintly like soap. He bobs lazily up and down, practically sitting on Jensen's face, crouched with his legs either side, and says, "I want to fill you up, Jenny. But in a different way, okay. Like last night, all right? So. I'm gonna do that. I'm gonna do that unless you say no this minute."
Jensen doesn't say no. He jerks his hips anxiously while he's still permitted movement, trying to draw attention to his own engorged cock, and happily sucks on the one in his mouth at the same time.
"Okay. Okay, baby. On your knees then. Hurry up."
Jared lifts up out of Jensen's mouth, standing while Jensen scurries quickly onto his knees. The second he's up, Jared clamps his enormous hands around his face, positioning Jensen's head the way he wants it, and shoves his penis back in. He isn't hard, despite Jensen's ministrations, and Jensen understands why when a moment later hot, tart piss suddenly gushes down his throat. He gags, taken aback, but whimpers in gladness when he hears Jared making noises of undeniable relief, so proud that he can make him sound that way. The stream goes on forever, long enough for Jensen to become accustomed to the taste, and he tries desperately to swallow all of it down, though some liquid dribbles over his chin.
When Jared is finished, he leaves his cock jammed in Jensen's mouth for a few minutes, discouraging Jensen from a blowjob with a sharp growl, gently smoothing his boy's sleep-mussed hair. Jensen's senses are confused. The tender gesture makes him want to sink into Jared's arms and go back to sleep, but the thick, limp meat he's holding on his tongue, and the use of his orifice as a urinal, have him dizzy with wanton desire.
In the end, though, it doesn't matter. Jared has told him he'll bring him off, and he will, when he sees fit. In the meantime, Jensen hasn't been given any other instructions, and so he'll gladly stay where he is, on his knees, head cradled in his master's palms.
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Excellent job! And congrats on your first watersports fic! lol
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