The Play Nice Proviso: Eleven
And it feels divine
Jared kept his libido under rigid control as they all relaxed in the living room after dinner, everyone getting to know each other better as they finished up dessert, Jensen pressed up against him on the couch. At some point, Jen had taken his pills and Jared’s arm had draped over his shoulder as he started to nod off, his face resting against Jared’s chest. It felt really, indescribably good to be able touch Jen like this, like he had the right to. Not that they didn’t touch each other all the time anyway; it just had new meaning now. Jared knew that it would be a long time before the fierce possessiveness he felt for Jensen would dissipate.
Like maybe in a lifetime or two. Or ten.
When Jensen snuggled in closer Jared knew it was time to get him to bed. And damn if that thought hadn’t resulted in an almost instant hard-on. He managed to get Jen up though, muttering goodnights to their families whose less-than-subtle smirking was making Jared’s neck flush; he was beyond thankful that Jensen was too out of it to notice. They moved into the kitchen where Jared grabbed them a bottle of water as Jensen started up the back stairs. He was halfway up when he fell backwards, almost giving Jared a heart attack as he leapt over the three steps that separated them to catch him.
Jensen fell flush against his chest and looked groggily over his shoulder at Jared. “Are we there yet?”
Jared huffed out a laugh. “No, babe. Just a little farther.”
“M’tired.”
“I know,” Jared soothed, as he carefully braced Jensen against his body, practically lifting him the rest of the way upstairs. When they reached the landing, he just bent and scooped him up into his arms.
“You carrying me?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Like a girl?”
Jared kissed him softly on the nose. “Like a Jensen.”
“Dork,” Jensen nuzzled his face into Jared’s neck. “S’nice. You smell nice. I like it. Nobody smells as good as you do.”
“O-kay,” Jared struggled not to laugh. It was good to hold him like this though; if he could manage it, he would never let Jensen go - ever. He carefully laid Jensen down on the big bed in his room, and chuckled when Jen refused to let him go. It still surprised him that all these feelings he had were mutual. Reciprocated.
“Stay with me.”
“Not going anywhere, Jen. I just wanna get your clothes off and change myself.”
“Can’t wait to get me naked in your bed, huh?”
“You know it,” Jared grinned and screw it, he pressed soft kisses along the side of Jensen’s jaw as he unhooked his arms from around his neck. Jensen sighed happily at the kisses, his eyes fluttering shut.
Jared shifted him to a sitting position so he could remove Jensen’s shirt without hurting him. He tried to keep his reaction clinical as he then moved to unbuckle Jensen’s belt and unzip and take off his jeans, but the sight of him in just his black boxer-briefs, laid out on Jared’s bed was a bit too much to take in, and he had to physically back away and remind himself to breathe.
Jensen cracked his eyes open, trapping Jared in that electric green gaze. “You okay, Jay?”
“Yeah,” Jared answered, his voice gruff.
“Then come to bed.”
Goddamn.
Jared shucked off his jeans and climbed into the bed in just his t-shirt and boxers, pulling the covers up and over both their bodies in a matter of seconds. Jensen scooted closer, and Jared tried to focus over the thundering beat of his heart. Jensen was practically passed out beside him; now was not an appropriate time to jump his bones.
He kept reminding himself of that, like a mantra in his mind. Then Jensen turned on his side and draped an arm across his chest, tucking his hand snugly in the tight space between Jared’s bicep and torso, and the mantra stuttered to a stop like a needle scraping across a record. Jensen huffed.
“You’re not holding me.” It was said so grumpily that Jared chuckled.
“Sorry,” he said moving his arm up and over Jensen, allowing him to use his chest as a pillow. “You’ll hurt your back if you fall asleep like this,” he murmured as he kissed the top of Jen’s head.
“Move me after I fall asleep... don’t wanna let you go right now.” Jensen mumbled as he tightened his hold. “Love you too much to ever let you go.”
When he woke the next morning, Jensen found himself lying on his belly, face turned towards Jared as they slept. It took him about two seconds of consciousness before he leaned in a few inches and kissed the tiny mole on Jared’s face, the one right by his nose.
He’d kind of always wanted to do that, and now... he could.
The thought alone made him ridiculously happy.
Jared sighed and his eyes popped open, disoriented for a few seconds before he blearily blinked away the last remnants of sleep and smiled at him.
“Hey,” Jensen whispered.
“Hey,” Jared whispered back. He took in a deep breath. “Wow.”
“Wow, what?”
“Wow, you’re beautiful with the morning sun on your face.”
Jensen blushed and suddenly, stupidly shy, he hid his face in his pillow. Jeez, he was fairly certain even girls didn’t react this way to Jared, he was so far gone. He felt Jared’s smile against his jaw as he leaned in to kiss him. Jensen sighed and turned his face again, resolutely keeping his eyes closed as he tried to regain his composure, only to feel soft lips press even softer kisses to his eyelashes.
“Finally,” Jared murmured, but before Jensen could ask what he meant, Jared asked him how he was feeling.
“Back’s better, only a little sore.” He told him as Jared leaned away and picked up his watch from the bedside table.
“It’s eight,” he said. “Why don’t I give your back a rub-down and you can sleep a little longer? I’ll wake you up around ten.”
“Sounds good. S’too early, anyway,” he yawned, still sleepy.
“Before noon is too early for you.”
“I know. I’m nocturnal.” Jared grinned and pressed a kiss on his bare shoulder before clambering out of bed and heading to the small adjoining bathroom. Jensen closed his eyes for what felt like a few seconds, but the feel of Jared’s hands on his back actually pulled him awake again. He moaned in pleasure and Jared’s hands paused mid-massage.
“God, please don’t stop, Jay,” he wasn’t ashamed to beg.
“Sorry,” Jared mumbled, scooting his big body closer to kiss him, his tongue darting out to lick across Jensen’s lips. Jensen moaned again, opening his mouth to the onslaught. Jared did a little quick maneuvering until they were lying on their sides facing each other, with Jensen pressed warm and flush against his body, Jared’s hands still rubbing slow, soothing circles over his back as he deepened the kiss, morning breath be damned.
Jensen buried his hand in Jared’s hair - God, how he loved Jared’s stupid, messy, floppy hair - and held him close, his tongue plunging deep into Jared’s mouth, hot and slick, savoring and exploring, sliding against the silken insides of his cheeks. His leg slipped in between both of Jared’s, the new position bringing Jared’s dick, already hard and leaking moisture, in contact with his hip. Both of them groaned at that, the kiss breaking off as they stared at each other in wonder.
“I’m not sure what to do,” Jared looked adorably bemused. Jensen moved again, a little closer, a little harder, and Jared gasped, his eyes widening and changing color, the warm browns in them becoming more prominent. He had the most beautiful eyes Jensen could ever recall looking into and the love shining through at that moment was all the encouragement Jensen needed. Ignoring the slight stinging in his back, he grasped Jared’s face between his palms and kissed him again, this time pushing him onto his back while he rose above and over Jared’s taller frame.
Jensen molded his body to Jared’s, moving excruciatingly slowly as he aligned their hips, Jared’s legs spreading apart in the process, the hard heat of their erections slotting in side by side beneath their boxers as Jensen ground down into him. The friction was delicious, and he couldn’t contain the needy, breathy little moans that came from somewhere deep inside him. Jared’s hands on his biceps tightened in response to the sounds he made, before they slid down his sides, and over the small of his back, tentatively coming to rest on his ass. Jensen moaned, and it was loud in the quiet of the room, their shared breaths the only other sound. Jared palmed his ass, his long fingers digging into Jensen’s firm flesh, pulling him impossibly closer. The kiss broke off as they both panted, eyes fixed on each other as the grinding intensified, slow and hard becoming fast and brutal.
Jensen arched his back, keening as pleasure superseded the soreness he felt at the movement. Jared’s hands immediately went to his back, their warmth comforting against his bruised ribs.
“Jen,” Jared gasped, “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Don’t... care,” Jensen groaned, still rubbing relentlessly against him, looking for the completion that was so achingly close.
Jared growled at his response and pushed up until he was sitting, leaving Jensen in a much more comfortable position for his back as he found himself straddling Jared, the new angle resulting in his dick pushed hard into Jared’s stomach and his balls sliding over Jared’s dick. Holy shit. He was pretty sure groping had never felt this thrilling before, and they hadn’t even taken their clothes off yet. Jensen licked his lips as he looked down at Jared, his gaze pleading and his breath frantic.
“Jay, please - I need...”
“I got you,” Jared soothed him, holding tight, with his hands braced to support Jensen’s back, as he flipped them in one smooth move until his body blanketed Jensen’s, bearing him down into the mattress, his sheer bulk making Jensen feel small and fragile in those huge arms, the difference in their sizes arousing him more than he could have ever imagined. Jared’s mouth descended onto his, ravaging mercilessly, his tongue delving deep as one arm reached down and hooked Jensen’s leg over his hip, pushing them inexorably tighter together, as he shoved and ground and rubbed and thrust against him. Oh God, it was incredible. So fucking hot and frenzied and shit, Jensen could hardly catch his breath as he felt his balls tightening. Seconds later he was coming harder than he than he had in a long while, Jared coming almost immediately after him.
The harsh sound of their ragged breathing was suddenly raucous in the quiet morning as they came down from their shared high.
“Wow,” Jared breathed against his mouth. Jensen’s answering smile was smothered by a soft kiss.
“Told you I was outta this world, Jay.”
“You mean, that there was my close encounter with the supernatural?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Fuck.”
“Mmm... we may have to Google that. Definitely though. And soon,” Jensen moaned, boneless and satiated. Jared rolled off him with a little laugh, still obviously trying to get his breathing under control. Jensen’s body turned into him seemingly without any conscious message from his brain and he burrowed into Jared’s side.
“I love how you went from hating having me in your personal space to snuggling.”
“S’not snuggling.”
“Yeah, it totally is,” Jared smirked. “It’s okay though, I like snuggling. And I’m man enough to admit it.”
“Whatever. Do you have to get up now?”
“No, not really. My dad will probably walk and feed the kids.”
“Good, then sleep with me.” Jensen smiled against Jared’s chest as he most definitely did not snuggle closer. “Can you take off your t-shirt? I wanna feel your skin.” Jared stilled, and then groaned loudly.
“Oh God, you are going to be the death of me, you know that?” But he did it anyway, this time he placed a large hand on Jensen’s chest to hold him down. “Your back, Jen. Let’s do this the other way ‘round.”
So they ended up with Jared’s head laid on Jensen’s shoulder, his arm draped over his chest, and oh... the sensation of skin on skin was delicious. Jared pressed a soft kiss to his pec. And then another. Then he grazed his finger across his nipple.
Jensen shuddered at the sensation and his voice came out all breathy. “Don’t you go starting something I can’t finish, Jay.”
“Tired, ol’ timer? I wear you out already?” He teased, propping himself up on his elbow as he leaned down and flicked his tongue over Jensen’s nipple, his hair brushing over the already sensitized nub, eliciting a raspy exhale from Jensen. Once, twice more his tongue swiped past before his mouth closed over it, biting and sucking softly, his bottom lip rubbing achingly slow over the pebbling skin. Jensen couldn’t catch the moan before it slipped from his lips.
“Jared - m’still sleepy...”
“So sleep. I’m good by my lonesome,” he grinned wickedly down at Jensen, in between little kisses and licks across his chest, until he lavished the same attention on Jensen’s other nipple, while his hand began tracing a winding path down his torso, his fingers dipping below the waist of Jensen’s boxers, gliding through the sticky wetness there. Jensen groaned and gave in, pulling Jared up for a kiss.
“I’m starting to think that sleep is way overrated.”
“I’ma make a morning person outta you yet, Jen.”
“Only if you promise to always wake me up just like this,” Jensen whispered in between Jared nibbling at his bottom lip.
“What? No coffee first?” Jared teased.
“Mmm. Tough choice,” Jensen smirked up at him before moving a hand to lewdly cup Jared’s crotch and squeeze hard. Jared’s eyes nearly crossed. “I think I’ll go with a cup of Jay, and then a cup of Joe.”
Jared burst out laughing. “Dude, you actually get lucky with corny lines like that?”
“I don’t need lines to get lucky, baby. All I needed to do was play nice and I got you exactly where I want you,” he informed Jared smugly. And if Jared had any doubts about that, they were allayed by Jensen pulling him out of his damp boxers, his hand nearly set aflame from the sensation of the hot, silky soft skin of Jared’s shaft, slicked by his come, in the tight fist of his palm. It took just a few artful strokes and twists and tugs to bring his cock to full attention. Jared looked down at him in shock, seemingly amazed at his own quick recovery time. “It’s all in the wrist,” Jensen smirked with a cocky waggle of his eyebrow. Jared laughed and attacked his mouth.
They made out like a couple of horny teenagers, tongues practically fucking into each other’s mouths, chasing back and forth, teasing and licking and tasting, tracing erotic patterns over teeth and palates. It was beyond amazing; it was electric, heady, organic; like they had been born to kiss each other, both of them fitting together, filling up each other’s empty spaces, slotting in like the last long lost pieces of an epic puzzle.
Jensen alternately bit and sucked and lapped at the corded tendon between Jared’s neck and shoulder, carefully leaving his mark. Jared nipped and mouthed at his ear lobe, which had never really been an erogenous zone for Jensen. It was now, he thought, getting hard again, Jared’s weight heavy and perfect over him, his big hand deftly fisting and pumping Jensen.
“God, you feel so... incredible, Jen,” Jared rasped, his hand working in tandem with the rhythm Jensen was setting. “So smooth and hot and hard and... oh,” Jared’s thumb grazed the slit at the crown of his cock, both of them moaning at the touch, the slippery glide of that strong hand becoming almost too much to bear. “Did you ever... imagine it could be so... good?”
“Mmm…” Jensen moaned, “I have a feeling that everything with you is going to be... hot.” He growled as Jared did that thing with his thumb again. “Harder, baby. Please.” And then suddenly, Jared just let him go. Jensen barely opened his mouth to protest before he felt the wet warmth of Jared’s mouth close around him. “Holy fuck!” He grunted, his hips canting upwards. He couldn’t help it. The sight of Jared’s lips, perfect and pink and shiny, pursed around his cock was obscenely erotic. The feel of his tongue swirling around him as he sucked him down, cheeks hollowing with the effort, was addictive.
His hands fisted in the sheets as he tried to keep from coming apart at the seams, Jared’s hands pinning his hips to the bed, entirely focused, it seemed, on sucking his very life out through his cock. But then Jared opened his eyes and looked up at him as he sucked. And that was all it took. Jensen jammed his fist into his mouth to keep from screaming as he came, come pulsing out of him and into Jared’s mouth. He didn’t even look to see if Jared swallowed or not, he didn’t have the strength, but a renewed burst of energy overtook him when he heard the unmistakable sounds of Jared jacking himself off.
“No.” He caught and held Jared’s hand in a vice-like grip before pulling and shoving Jared back down on the bed while he moved over him. “I don’t care about my back,” he retorted before his lover - fuck, his lover, he thought with a full body shudder - could say anything. “We’re in this together, remember? My turn.”
He slithered down Jared’s big body until he came eye-level with his hard, glistening cock. Jensen’s mouth actually watered at the sight, so he reached out with his tongue and licked a long stripe from base to crown. Jared’s rapidly indrawn breath hitched on a moan. Encouraged, Jensen fisted the base of his dick and closed his mouth over the head, alternating between little, teasing suckles and hard, earnest tugs that had Jared squirming, twisting the sheets beneath him. Jensen decided right then and there that this may be his new favorite thing to do. Like ever. He took a moment to savor the weight of Jared’s cock on his tongue, the feel and fit of it in his mouth, the way he was able to lave and swirl at it with his tongue. It was intoxicating, and he needed more, so he took Jared deeper into his mouth, until the crown of his cock hit the back of his throat, and he hummed with pleasure, the fingers of his free hand playing with Jared’s balls whilst massaging the soft skin behind them, his thumb pressing down hard.
“Shit, Jen!” Jared exclaimed and it was the only warning Jensen would get before his mouth was flooded with Jared’s release. Jensen choked slightly and swallowed a little, allowing himself to get accustomed to the taste. It wasn’t at all bad; a little salty, a little bitter, something he could certainly get used to, and this was definitely his new favorite thing to do, he thought as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, Jared watching his every move with a dazed expression on his face.
“You’re yummy.” Jensen grinned down at Jared as he rose up and over him and leaned in for a kiss, both of them thoroughly wiped out.
“Mmm... I’m Padalicious and you know it.”
Jensen chuckled. “Padalicious?”
“Yup.”
“Idiot.”
“Your idiot, right?”
“Yup,” Jensen kissed him, claimed him with his mouth and his hands. “All mine.”
They fell asleep in the midst of a kiss, with their mouths a hair’s breadth apart, and when Jensen woke up a couple of hours later, it was to the sensation of Jared’s mouth raining kisses all over his face; soft lips, tiny licks and warm breath fluttering like the wings of a butterfly across his cheeks and along his jaw. It was ridiculous and romantic and made him queasy with want and he loved every second of it. When Jared sighed happily and placed delicate little kisses on his eyelashes, he opened his eyes.
They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. Just looking. Learning. Memorizing. As if the planes and facets of each other’s faces were not already indelibly etched their minds.
“Why do you like that so much?” Jensen asked, his voice hushed as the backs of his fingers brushed against Jared’s jaw, scraping along his stubble.
Jared drew in a slightly stuttered breath. “Because. With your eyes closed, your lashes have this sweet curve to them as they rest against your cheek. It’s like the most perfect thing I’ve even seen. Makes me wanna kiss you every single time. And right, here? These little laughter lines...” Jared’s long finger traced the sensitive skin at the corners of his eyes.
“Make me look old.”
“No! They crinkle up when you smile with your eyes. It’s beautiful and I love it. Because lately, you always smile at me like that...”
“What else?” Was that him that sounded so breathless? God, had anyone ever made him feel this way? And with just words and an adoring look.
“These freckles. Right here on your cheek, up and over your nose on to the other side,” his finger tracked them softly. “I think I’m gonna lick them all. All the ones on your body too. It’ll be like my personal quest. And your mouth. God, I love your mouth.” Jared murmured, his tongue flicking out to lick at Jensen’s face, and perhaps it should have been a little gross, but it wasn’t, it was goddamn perfect. It was Jared.
“You know what I love about your face?” Jensen asked him.
“What?”
“Every damn thing.” And then he proceeded to prove it to him.
