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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Jensen squeezes the fingers that they still have entwined and presses forward a little more, still not breaching the tight ring of muscle but certainly enough that Jared feels himself loosening up bit by bit.
“You ok?” Jensen murmurs.
Jared smiles and squeezes Jensen’s fingers back. “Yeah,” he breathes. “’m good. I… I can take more.”
Jensen slides the tip of one thick finger inside and Jared’s eyes flutter closed. When he was younger and actually had a few boyfriends and one-night-stands that were decent and took their time to make sure he enjoyed it, Jared always liked the feeling of being stretched, the inexplicable pleasure/pain from the burn, and the feeling of fullness. His last few relationships though, sex had become almost like a punishment, little to no prep, too rough and most of the time, when he wasn’t ready or didn’t even want it.
Jensen takes it slow and Jared can tell that he’s tight - it has been nearly eight months since the last time with Justin, the night before he almost killed Jared - and while it hurts a little, it still feels amazing and Jensen is so sweet and careful, every touch tender and gentle, like Jared’s made of spun glass.
By the time Jensen’s up to three fingers, Jared’s fully hard again, his cock leaking a steady, milky mix of come and pre-come, twitching every time Jensen rubs against his prostate or tugs gently at his rim. He’s squeezing Jensen’s other hand so hard he can feel his short, blunt fingernails digging into the back of his hand, knows that there are probably going to be little crescent-shaped indentions when he lets go.
“Jensen,” Jared gasps, his other hand clenching and unclenching around a sweaty fistful of the bed sheet, his thighs trembling, his whole freaking body aching for more. “Please.”
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Jensen licks his lips and gently untangles their fingers. Leaning over Jared, he presses a kiss to the side of his lips as he pulls his fingers out of Jared’s hole, shushing him softly when he whimpers. “’s ok,” he murmurs. “I got’cha.”
Jared swallows thickly and nods, his eyes wide and full of love and heat where he’s staring up at Jensen while he quickly rolls on the condom. He’s been on edge for what feels like forever, his cock aching, the touch of his own hand as he slicks more lube over himself enough to almost make him come.
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Jared licks his lips and smiles, one slightly shaky hand coming up to palm Jensen’s cheek. Jensen leans into the touch, turning his head enough to press a kiss to the heel of Jared’s hand. Jared’s smile gets impossibly bigger, those dimples that Jensen fucking lives for digging into his cheeks. “I love you,” Jensen blurts out, cringing at how cliché that sounds, declaring his love in the middle of sex.
But thankfully, Jared freaking beams up at him, his eyes softening. “I love you, too,” he breathes. “’m ready. Please, Jen.”
Jensen certainly doesn’t need to be asked twice.
Whoever told Jared that he wasn’t good at this definitely needs his head examined. He’s enthusiastic, so sensitive and responsive to every little touch, his hips thrusting up in perfect sync with Jensen’s as they settle into a rhythm easily. If Jensen didn’t know better, he’d swear that they’d been doing this already for years instead of this being their first time. He’s never been so in-tune with someone before, able to read every touch and look, Jared doing the same with him.
Jared wraps his long, muscular legs around his waist, one hand grabbing his shoulder and the other shoving between their sweaty stomachs. Jensen drops his weight down onto one forearm near Jared’s head, the other hand grabbing Jared’s thigh, his fingers digging into the muscle as he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to hold out, wanting to make sure Jared gets there first.
His hips shift just barely and Jared practically screams, his knuckles brushing against Jensen’s abs as he strips his own cock, his eyes never leaving Jensen’s. “’m gonna,” he pants.
“Fuck, me too,” Jensen rasps. “C’mon, baby. Do it,” he urges, bordering on desperate.
Jensen barely gets the words out before Jared arches his back, his lips falling open in a wordless cry. Jensen feels his cock twitching against his abs, the warmth of his release erupting and smearing between them. The clenching and fluttering of Jared’s inner muscles have his rhythm turning erratic but what shoves him violently over the edge is just how beautiful Jared is in this moment.
He stays buried inside Jared as long as he can, their chests heaving as they trade lazy, sloppy kisses, both of them grinning like idiots. Jared sighs softly when Jensen reaches down between them and pulls out, a quiet, disappointed sound. Jensen knows how he feels, he’d spend forever sheathed in Jared’s tight heat if he could, stay inside until he’s hard again and do it once more. Tomorrow, he’ll bring up going and getting tested so they can ditch the condoms so he can do just that.
Jared snuggles up against Jensen side as soon as he tosses the rubber, a small, content smile on his face. Jensen drops a kiss on the top of his head and pulls him impossibly closer. It’s on the tip of his tongue to ask Jared to go ahead and move in with him; he’s honestly been thinking about it for months already. Maybe they’ll have that talk tomorrow as well.
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Jeff wraps his arm around Sherri’s shoulders and smiles as he watches Jared and Jensen bickering good-naturedly over the grill in the backyard of the house that they just bought together and the best way to cook steaks. Sherri glances up at him, beaming, tears sparkling in her hazel eyes. “You did good, Jeffery Dean,” she says softly. “Gerry’d be so happy.”
Jeff presses a kiss to her forehead and nods, knowing that she’s right. Jared has really blossomed with Jensen in the past two years, once again the bright, intelligent, self-confident boy he used to be. And Jensen adores Jared, more in love than anyone Jeff’s ever met. He honestly couldn’t have created a better partner for his surrogate son if he tried.
He laughs softly when Jared grabs Jensen around the waist and throws him over his shoulder, Jensen letting out a squeak and weakly smacking at Jared’s back and ass, demanding to be let down, Jared’s laughter echoing around the yard. He slips his hand in his pocket and brushes his fingers over the ring box that Jensen entrusted him with earlier when he came to Jeff and asked for his permission to propose to Jared. Yup, he thinks Gerry would be damn happy.
It may have taken a long time and Jared may have had to go through a lot of shit but he finally found his Prince Charming and got the happily ever after that he deserves so much.
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Jeff is a good match maker, that's for sure!
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I love it!
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