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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... )
Jensen lowers his leg off the edge of the couch, spread open and even more exposed when Jared hitches his hand under Jensen's left knee and hooks it over the back of the couch. Jensen shifts his hips nervously, glances around and sees none of the others have noticed yet but knows it won't last for long. Come the next commercial break all eyes will be back on him and the way Jared's palm is pressing his cock right up against his stomach and rubbing slowly.
He groans loudly; doesn't mean to and can't stop it once he starts, all eyes on him and Jared's hand is sliding further down to cup his balls.
"Jesus, Jared," Mark breathes out and not-so-subtly adjusts his legs.
"Sorry," Jared says in a tone that doesn't sound sorry at all. "Couldn't help myself. Had to take my mind off that defense."
The conversation turns to football, at least Jensen thinks it does because he's pretty sure they're not talking about him even if they are all still watching avidly. He twists on the couch, embarrassed by all the attention and instinctively trying to turn his hips to the back of the couch. He can't though; has no leverage in this position and Jared can play his whole damn body with the slightest touch and slick of his wrist.
Jared combs his fingers through Jensen's hair. "C'mon Jen, you're okay babe. Just relax, you're okay." He keeps talking, nonsense words that Jensen doesn't catch the half of but the tone of voice is so calm and sure that he closes his eyes and lets himself just drift. He doesn't sleep, just rides out the feel of Jared's hands on him and everyone else's voices kind of fade to the background.
Jared doesn't stop touching him, though he changes tack every few minutes; stroking Jensen's cock with just barely enough pressure, rolling Jensen's balls over his fingers and then abandoning them completely to rub up and don Jensen's thigh. Jensen slits his eyes open just enough to make out the bottom of Jared's jaw, probably focused on the tv for the moment if he's reading the angle of his chin correctly.
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"Think your boy is worn out," he hears over the rabble of the tv sportscasters and their crowd.
"Nah, he's awake." Jared's voice comes out as a deep rumble against Jensen's shoulder, comfortable and reassuring. "He's just fakin'" Jared's hand drifts up from Jensen's thigh and Jensen should've probably seen this coming but he doesn't because he's just too relaxed to care - Jared pinches his nipple between two fingers and gives it a quick twist.
Jensen's eyelids fly open and his hand flies up to rub at his sore chest. "Shitfuck," he swears and favors Jared with an accusing pout.
Jared, to his benefit, does look a little bit contrite. "Sorry, you just looked like you were losing interest." Jared bats his hand away from his chest. "Aw, lemme take a look."
He leans down and kisses it, laving it with his tongue and then pulling the nub between his lips and sucking gently. The hurt is long gone by the time he stops, and Jensen is fully hard again at all the attention - dick leaking a little bit against his stomach and he doesn't dare close his eyes to try and hide away this time.
Jared finally leans back and takes a long pull from his beer before switching it to his other hand and resting the bottom of the ice cold bottle right up against Jensen's skin. It feels good, the cold easing away the last of the sting and refreshing counterpoint to the overheated room - too many bodies expending too much energy in one room and even completely naked Jensen is warm.
He cranes his head up, enticed by the chill of the bottle and the faint smell of hops. Jared tips it just enough for Jensen to wrap his lips around the neck of the bottle and take a few sips. It's probably all he'll get; Jared is a stickler about drinking when they have work tomorrow and as much as Jensen'll bitch about it, it sure makes waking up on Monday morning a lot easier.
Jensen leans back and licks his lips, taste of beer on his tongue and the chatter of the sports commentators on the tv, Jared's hand stroking down over his stomach and it's almost, almost, like a perfectly normal Sunday.
But better.
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