Fireworks
Title: Shake that, Move that
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2216
Summary: Ok I'm just going to stick in the challenge summary here, as posed by GirlDrinkDrunk over on Sinful Desire: A J2 story that involves these two things: 1. One of them catching the other dancing to White Knuckle Ride by Jamiroquai (it's a hip-swinger, in my opinion...lol) and watching/joining him; 2. Both of them watching fireworks together, maybe Jensen pressed back against Jared's chest. I think it could be a romantic scene 'cause fireworks are cool like that. It can be post-SPN, or AU. Oh, and just because I said 'romantic' doesn't mean you can forget about the sex, okay? lol
Jensen is sorting through the laundry in the utility room, folding each garment that comes out of the washer before loading it into the dryer. He has a system. He also has the radio buzzing at him on low, he’s not really listening to it, and he doesn’t want to wake Jared. He likes having the laundry time to himself. Not that Jared would help anyway, even if he was conscious. Though Jensen has to amend that even inside his own head, Jensen wouldn’t let Jared help, god love him and Jensen did, but the guy had no concept of folding skills whatsoever. And Jensen’s OCD couldn’t handle it. Not that he has OCD. Right.
It takes a beat for Jensen to realise that his head and his hips are moving to the song that has just started up, and when he stops he realises he actually recognises it, White Knuckle Ride by Jamiroquai, and clearly his higher functioning has yet to awaken ‘cause he’s turning it up. Abandoning the task at hand he starts to slide from side to side, right to left. He swings his arms forward letting them cross over as he pushes his leg back and then the other before spinning around. And going back into stepping from side to side, Yeeeeah, gonna make it right, here it is... and he starts popping his hips, jabbing in time with his elbows.
He jumps clapping his hands above his head, moving out into the kitchen. He rolls his head and shoulders alternatively as he turns around, snapping his fingers to the beat. Completely oblivious to the soft call of his name, taking three shuffle-jumps to the right, and definitely does not take notice when Jared freezes in the doorway.
Jared does a double take, his mouth falling open, and he rubs at his eyes with his fists, he’s pretty sure that he has to still be sleeping, because Jensen does not dance of his own free will. But after a few seconds of watching his boyfriend shake his ass, he suddenly feels wide awake, and he doesn’t even need to think about it, he joins in. Sliding in behind Jensen just as he spins around, Jared mimics the movement, automatically grabbing Jensen by the hips and pulls him back against his front, he knows his boyfriend all too well.
“Don’t even think about it Ackles,” he loosens his grip a little and rolls their hips together, only letting Jensen go when he’s confident that he’ll dance on his own, and they fall into step as if they’d choreographed it. Jared can’t help but get a little closer, it’s natural for him to gravitate towards Jensen, and they lean in opposite directions, looking at each other over Jensen’s shoulder. They switch to the other side, and Jared slides his hands along Jensen’s arms and fingers slipping through fingers, he clasps them together. Jared twirls them round, spinning Jensen under his arm before they come face to face, hips still swaying as the song fades out.
Jensen places his hand against Jared’s cheek, their eyes locked, the full weight of the moment tugs them into a smouldering kiss, soft lips and warm tongues fuse together, ‘til they feel the beginning of a burn in their lungs. Slightly dizzy with it Jared moans into Jensen’s mouth, pulling apart very reluctantly for air, heads resting together, eyes still closed, “We should do this every morning,” Jared whispers, with the barest hint of a chuckle on the back of his breath, already knowing Jensen’s answer.
“Forget it Shakira,” he gruffs, though the teasing softens his tone.
And Jared does chuckle at that, “Hey I was following your lead there Sasha Fierce, blame’s all yours.”
Jensen’s brow furrows in confusion, “Sasha Fierce?”
Jared clears his throat, ducking his head down, “You know, Beyonce’s alter ego or whatever.”
Jensen shakes his head, “You think you know a guy.”
“I thought I knew you, but apparently you can get swept up with a dance beat when no one’s looking, what else are you hiding under that James Bond exterior?”
Jensen snorts, smacking Jared’s shoulder as he turns back towards the utility room, “You hit your head this morning?”
“No but I’m pretty sure I woke up into some alternate universe. And where do you think you’re going?” Jared starts to follow him.
“Laundry’s not gonna do itself, and since someone spilt margarita mix all over the brand new shirt he wants to wear tonight, it’s not something that can wait.”
Jensen scrunches up his shoulders trying to evade the slobbery kiss that Jared plants on the back of his neck, his nose wrinkling even as his traitor of a mouth tugs up into a smile at Jared’s, “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
“Yeah, yeah, go on, get, don’t you have dogs to take care of?”
“Yes sir,” and Jensen doesn’t have to be looking at Jared to know he’s saluting him, and he throws his arm back just managing to skelp his backside before Jared can manage to escape his reach, making Jared yelp. Jensen just laughs, shaking his head as he picks up a t-shirt.
o_O__O_o
It’s their first New Years alone together, usually they have some party to go, either with friends or their respective families. But this year, it’s just them. And Jared wants it to be perfect, which was why he ignored Jensen when he told him for the ninety-ninth time that he didn’t need a new shirt because it was just them. And why he couldn’t look Jensen in the eye after he’d doused himself in alcohol. Jensen had told him to take the shirt off before helping in the kitchen. But one of the things Jared loved most about Jensen was that he’d never say I told you so, he might roll his eyes or shake his head, but never in anything less than pure affection.
They’re sitting in the back of their pick-up, underneath the stars, Jensen’s between his legs, his back a solid weight against his chest, his head on Jared’s shoulder, arms tangled together over Jensen’s tummy, waiting on the old year going out with a bang. Freeloading on fireworks is totally acceptable. Besides having to set off your own means less snuggle time, and that wouldn’t do at all. It’s definitely much better this way. Jared leans in placing a kiss against Jensen’s temple, and nudging him with his nose, “Hey, no sleeping.”
Jensen opens his eyes begrudgingly, he’s way too comfy to have to be awake, “Well then why did we bring pillows and blankets?” and Jensen throws him that look that dares Jared to refute that logic.
Jared just grins, “Those are for later.”
“Why can’t later be now?
“You’ll miss the fireworks.”
“ Hey,” Jensen pouts rubbing his side where Jared just poked him, “Ok, ok, fine, I’m awake. Happy?”
“Ecstatic.”
Jensen does roll his eyes, and he leans a little further back into Jared, pressing all his weight into him, “Jensen,” and he doesn’t let up when Jared tries to shove him off. Jensen shudders when Jared drags his tongue over his neck, and that gets him moving, he turns to straddle Jared’s lap, fingers going straight for the small of Jared’s back and he launches his tickle attack. Jared’s back arches, trying to get away from those evil fingers, and he pushes against Jensen’s chest, “Jen,” he whines, stretching the syllable out as far as it would go.
“Are you going to let me sleep?” and Jensen lets up for a second, which is all Jared needs to roll them over, and he pins Jensen down beneath him, hands above his head, “I’ve got a better idea,” and he grinds down against Jensen.
Jensen’s stomach flutters and his hips roll up seeking more friction, his bottom lip quivers, “What about the fireworks?”
“We’ll make our own,” pulling himself up a little, denying Jensen his touch.
“Corny bastard.”
Jared chuckles and leans down to nip along Jensen’s jaw line, whispering darkly, the embodiment of sin, against the shell of his ear, “I’m gonna mark you up,” Jensen shivers beneath him, and Jared swipes his tongue out over that little sensitive spot just behind Jensen’s ear, taking the softest bite before closing his lips over it, and he begins to suck. He feels the movement in Jensen’s wrists as he flexes his fingers, hears the sharpness to his breath. Jared doesn’t stop ‘til the capillaries burst, kissing over the abused flesh before he pulls back to admire his work. Already knowing exactly where he wanted the next one to be.
He released Jensen’s hands, slowly dragging his own down Jensen’s arms, down his sides, and up underneath his sweater, he teases along the waist line of his jeans, letting two fingers follow the seam at Jensen’s crotch, noise stuttering from Jensen’s lips, “Jay-” Jared grins, and he pops the button open, drawing the zipper down just slow enough. Jared tugs both jeans and boxers down to his knees in one fluid motion, without warning and Jensen lets out a half scream as the cold night air hits his bare flesh, goose bumps cropping up just as fast.
Jensen shivering now for a whole magnitude of reasons, and he can’t help but whimper as Jared’s clothed chest brushes over his hardened cock, that Jared seems to be ignoring completely. Instead latching onto that juncture at Jensen’s hip bone, laying his claim, Jensen lets his hands rest at the nape of Jared’s neck, making small circles with his thumb. He loves when Jared gets like this, which isn’t too often, but that’s what makes it that much more enjoyable when he does. Jared’s hand flat against his lower abdomen, so dangerously close, and yet so far away. Jensen’s hips start to twitch and Jared takes his hand away, worrying the newest bruise with his thumb which does nothing to soothe Jensen’s need, he can’t stop shaking.
But Jared won’t touch him how he needs to be touched until he’s made his final mark, which belongs over his heart. Jared pauses for a moment, tilting his head in consideration, as his eyes rake over Jensen’s now fully naked, quivering form, somehow all the hotter for the fact that Jared himself is still fully clothed. Jensen can feel the blood pounding in his ears, “Jared, please,” he almost sobs, every fibre of his being is on edge, “I need....please-”
Jared swallows the rest of his pleas as he sucks Jensen’s tongue into his mouth, the rough of Jared’s jeans sweet agony against his near painful erection. Jensen’s head lolls back as Jared finally closes his hand around his shaft, stroking just as desperately as Jensen feels, followed closely by lips, and Jared wastes no time in taking the length of him in one go. The pleasure of it pulls Jensen up, like a puppet on a string, his back six inches off the floor of the truck, holding him there for several seconds before he crumples back down.
Jared rubs Jensen’s side in what he hopes to be a soothing manner, and he slows everything down, giving the suction more friction, as he starts teasing Jensen’s hole with his fingers. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the lube, managing to get his fingers slicked up without making too much of a mess, and he slips one finger in, the thrust of his finger in time with the bob of his head, keeping Jensen teetering on the precipice, and nowhere near ready to push him over.
Jensen is already a trembling mess and Jared hasn’t even fucked him yet, he doesn’t have the strength to think, just react, Jared’s name falling from his lips, like it’s the only thing that exists outside of touch as Jared works him open. Jared’s mouth comes off Jensen’s cock with a lewd pop, the loss of contact forcing Jensen’s eyes open, and it is with some effort that he manages to direct his gaze towards Jared, who was kneeling up now, the first thing to come into Jensen’s line of sight Jared’s cock all ready in a latex sheath, “You planned this,” his voice wrecked.
Jared really can’t help but laugh at that, and he was quite confident that no mind had ever been this successfully blown before, “You caught me Sherlock.”
The familiarity of that tone strikes a chord in Jensen on some level, enough that he knows he’s being teased for something, “Shut up and fuck me already.”
“Ever the romantic,” Jared shook his head, but he’d tortured Jensen quite enough for the evening, so he really couldn’t argue with his boyfriend’s sex-hazed brain. He leaves a tender kiss on Jensen’s lips, “Love you,” and never taking his eyes from Jensen’s, he pushes in, sliding home which is what Jensen will forever be. Yeah, he really is a corny bastard.
At that precise moment the sky erupts into colour, and Jensen is pretty convinced Jared arranged that too. “Fireworks,” he croaks, and he’s totally gone. Jensen’s laughter is bright, warm and infectious, eyes crinkled at the corners, and he fists Jared’s t-shirt and yanks hard, their lips crashing together with a lot more urgency, “Love you,” Jensen murmurs, “Now move.”
“Yes sir.”
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2216
Summary: Ok I'm just going to stick in the challenge summary here, as posed by GirlDrinkDrunk over on Sinful Desire: A J2 story that involves these two things: 1. One of them catching the other dancing to White Knuckle Ride by Jamiroquai (it's a hip-swinger, in my opinion...lol) and watching/joining him; 2. Both of them watching fireworks together, maybe Jensen pressed back against Jared's chest. I think it could be a romantic scene 'cause fireworks are cool like that. It can be post-SPN, or AU. Oh, and just because I said 'romantic' doesn't mean you can forget about the sex, okay? lol
Jensen is sorting through the laundry in the utility room, folding each garment that comes out of the washer before loading it into the dryer. He has a system. He also has the radio buzzing at him on low, he’s not really listening to it, and he doesn’t want to wake Jared. He likes having the laundry time to himself. Not that Jared would help anyway, even if he was conscious. Though Jensen has to amend that even inside his own head, Jensen wouldn’t let Jared help, god love him and Jensen did, but the guy had no concept of folding skills whatsoever. And Jensen’s OCD couldn’t handle it. Not that he has OCD. Right.
It takes a beat for Jensen to realise that his head and his hips are moving to the song that has just started up, and when he stops he realises he actually recognises it, White Knuckle Ride by Jamiroquai, and clearly his higher functioning has yet to awaken ‘cause he’s turning it up. Abandoning the task at hand he starts to slide from side to side, right to left. He swings his arms forward letting them cross over as he pushes his leg back and then the other before spinning around. And going back into stepping from side to side, Yeeeeah, gonna make it right, here it is... and he starts popping his hips, jabbing in time with his elbows.
He jumps clapping his hands above his head, moving out into the kitchen. He rolls his head and shoulders alternatively as he turns around, snapping his fingers to the beat. Completely oblivious to the soft call of his name, taking three shuffle-jumps to the right, and definitely does not take notice when Jared freezes in the doorway.
Jared does a double take, his mouth falling open, and he rubs at his eyes with his fists, he’s pretty sure that he has to still be sleeping, because Jensen does not dance of his own free will. But after a few seconds of watching his boyfriend shake his ass, he suddenly feels wide awake, and he doesn’t even need to think about it, he joins in. Sliding in behind Jensen just as he spins around, Jared mimics the movement, automatically grabbing Jensen by the hips and pulls him back against his front, he knows his boyfriend all too well.
“Don’t even think about it Ackles,” he loosens his grip a little and rolls their hips together, only letting Jensen go when he’s confident that he’ll dance on his own, and they fall into step as if they’d choreographed it. Jared can’t help but get a little closer, it’s natural for him to gravitate towards Jensen, and they lean in opposite directions, looking at each other over Jensen’s shoulder. They switch to the other side, and Jared slides his hands along Jensen’s arms and fingers slipping through fingers, he clasps them together. Jared twirls them round, spinning Jensen under his arm before they come face to face, hips still swaying as the song fades out.
Jensen places his hand against Jared’s cheek, their eyes locked, the full weight of the moment tugs them into a smouldering kiss, soft lips and warm tongues fuse together, ‘til they feel the beginning of a burn in their lungs. Slightly dizzy with it Jared moans into Jensen’s mouth, pulling apart very reluctantly for air, heads resting together, eyes still closed, “We should do this every morning,” Jared whispers, with the barest hint of a chuckle on the back of his breath, already knowing Jensen’s answer.
“Forget it Shakira,” he gruffs, though the teasing softens his tone.
And Jared does chuckle at that, “Hey I was following your lead there Sasha Fierce, blame’s all yours.”
Jensen’s brow furrows in confusion, “Sasha Fierce?”
Jared clears his throat, ducking his head down, “You know, Beyonce’s alter ego or whatever.”
Jensen shakes his head, “You think you know a guy.”
“I thought I knew you, but apparently you can get swept up with a dance beat when no one’s looking, what else are you hiding under that James Bond exterior?”
Jensen snorts, smacking Jared’s shoulder as he turns back towards the utility room, “You hit your head this morning?”
“No but I’m pretty sure I woke up into some alternate universe. And where do you think you’re going?” Jared starts to follow him.
“Laundry’s not gonna do itself, and since someone spilt margarita mix all over the brand new shirt he wants to wear tonight, it’s not something that can wait.”
Jensen scrunches up his shoulders trying to evade the slobbery kiss that Jared plants on the back of his neck, his nose wrinkling even as his traitor of a mouth tugs up into a smile at Jared’s, “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
“Yeah, yeah, go on, get, don’t you have dogs to take care of?”
“Yes sir,” and Jensen doesn’t have to be looking at Jared to know he’s saluting him, and he throws his arm back just managing to skelp his backside before Jared can manage to escape his reach, making Jared yelp. Jensen just laughs, shaking his head as he picks up a t-shirt.
o_O__O_o
It’s their first New Years alone together, usually they have some party to go, either with friends or their respective families. But this year, it’s just them. And Jared wants it to be perfect, which was why he ignored Jensen when he told him for the ninety-ninth time that he didn’t need a new shirt because it was just them. And why he couldn’t look Jensen in the eye after he’d doused himself in alcohol. Jensen had told him to take the shirt off before helping in the kitchen. But one of the things Jared loved most about Jensen was that he’d never say I told you so, he might roll his eyes or shake his head, but never in anything less than pure affection.
They’re sitting in the back of their pick-up, underneath the stars, Jensen’s between his legs, his back a solid weight against his chest, his head on Jared’s shoulder, arms tangled together over Jensen’s tummy, waiting on the old year going out with a bang. Freeloading on fireworks is totally acceptable. Besides having to set off your own means less snuggle time, and that wouldn’t do at all. It’s definitely much better this way. Jared leans in placing a kiss against Jensen’s temple, and nudging him with his nose, “Hey, no sleeping.”
Jensen opens his eyes begrudgingly, he’s way too comfy to have to be awake, “Well then why did we bring pillows and blankets?” and Jensen throws him that look that dares Jared to refute that logic.
Jared just grins, “Those are for later.”
“Why can’t later be now?
“You’ll miss the fireworks.”
“ Hey,” Jensen pouts rubbing his side where Jared just poked him, “Ok, ok, fine, I’m awake. Happy?”
“Ecstatic.”
Jensen does roll his eyes, and he leans a little further back into Jared, pressing all his weight into him, “Jensen,” and he doesn’t let up when Jared tries to shove him off. Jensen shudders when Jared drags his tongue over his neck, and that gets him moving, he turns to straddle Jared’s lap, fingers going straight for the small of Jared’s back and he launches his tickle attack. Jared’s back arches, trying to get away from those evil fingers, and he pushes against Jensen’s chest, “Jen,” he whines, stretching the syllable out as far as it would go.
“Are you going to let me sleep?” and Jensen lets up for a second, which is all Jared needs to roll them over, and he pins Jensen down beneath him, hands above his head, “I’ve got a better idea,” and he grinds down against Jensen.
Jensen’s stomach flutters and his hips roll up seeking more friction, his bottom lip quivers, “What about the fireworks?”
“We’ll make our own,” pulling himself up a little, denying Jensen his touch.
“Corny bastard.”
Jared chuckles and leans down to nip along Jensen’s jaw line, whispering darkly, the embodiment of sin, against the shell of his ear, “I’m gonna mark you up,” Jensen shivers beneath him, and Jared swipes his tongue out over that little sensitive spot just behind Jensen’s ear, taking the softest bite before closing his lips over it, and he begins to suck. He feels the movement in Jensen’s wrists as he flexes his fingers, hears the sharpness to his breath. Jared doesn’t stop ‘til the capillaries burst, kissing over the abused flesh before he pulls back to admire his work. Already knowing exactly where he wanted the next one to be.
He released Jensen’s hands, slowly dragging his own down Jensen’s arms, down his sides, and up underneath his sweater, he teases along the waist line of his jeans, letting two fingers follow the seam at Jensen’s crotch, noise stuttering from Jensen’s lips, “Jay-” Jared grins, and he pops the button open, drawing the zipper down just slow enough. Jared tugs both jeans and boxers down to his knees in one fluid motion, without warning and Jensen lets out a half scream as the cold night air hits his bare flesh, goose bumps cropping up just as fast.
Jensen shivering now for a whole magnitude of reasons, and he can’t help but whimper as Jared’s clothed chest brushes over his hardened cock, that Jared seems to be ignoring completely. Instead latching onto that juncture at Jensen’s hip bone, laying his claim, Jensen lets his hands rest at the nape of Jared’s neck, making small circles with his thumb. He loves when Jared gets like this, which isn’t too often, but that’s what makes it that much more enjoyable when he does. Jared’s hand flat against his lower abdomen, so dangerously close, and yet so far away. Jensen’s hips start to twitch and Jared takes his hand away, worrying the newest bruise with his thumb which does nothing to soothe Jensen’s need, he can’t stop shaking.
But Jared won’t touch him how he needs to be touched until he’s made his final mark, which belongs over his heart. Jared pauses for a moment, tilting his head in consideration, as his eyes rake over Jensen’s now fully naked, quivering form, somehow all the hotter for the fact that Jared himself is still fully clothed. Jensen can feel the blood pounding in his ears, “Jared, please,” he almost sobs, every fibre of his being is on edge, “I need....please-”
Jared swallows the rest of his pleas as he sucks Jensen’s tongue into his mouth, the rough of Jared’s jeans sweet agony against his near painful erection. Jensen’s head lolls back as Jared finally closes his hand around his shaft, stroking just as desperately as Jensen feels, followed closely by lips, and Jared wastes no time in taking the length of him in one go. The pleasure of it pulls Jensen up, like a puppet on a string, his back six inches off the floor of the truck, holding him there for several seconds before he crumples back down.
Jared rubs Jensen’s side in what he hopes to be a soothing manner, and he slows everything down, giving the suction more friction, as he starts teasing Jensen’s hole with his fingers. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the lube, managing to get his fingers slicked up without making too much of a mess, and he slips one finger in, the thrust of his finger in time with the bob of his head, keeping Jensen teetering on the precipice, and nowhere near ready to push him over.
Jensen is already a trembling mess and Jared hasn’t even fucked him yet, he doesn’t have the strength to think, just react, Jared’s name falling from his lips, like it’s the only thing that exists outside of touch as Jared works him open. Jared’s mouth comes off Jensen’s cock with a lewd pop, the loss of contact forcing Jensen’s eyes open, and it is with some effort that he manages to direct his gaze towards Jared, who was kneeling up now, the first thing to come into Jensen’s line of sight Jared’s cock all ready in a latex sheath, “You planned this,” his voice wrecked.
Jared really can’t help but laugh at that, and he was quite confident that no mind had ever been this successfully blown before, “You caught me Sherlock.”
The familiarity of that tone strikes a chord in Jensen on some level, enough that he knows he’s being teased for something, “Shut up and fuck me already.”
“Ever the romantic,” Jared shook his head, but he’d tortured Jensen quite enough for the evening, so he really couldn’t argue with his boyfriend’s sex-hazed brain. He leaves a tender kiss on Jensen’s lips, “Love you,” and never taking his eyes from Jensen’s, he pushes in, sliding home which is what Jensen will forever be. Yeah, he really is a corny bastard.
At that precise moment the sky erupts into colour, and Jensen is pretty convinced Jared arranged that too. “Fireworks,” he croaks, and he’s totally gone. Jensen’s laughter is bright, warm and infectious, eyes crinkled at the corners, and he fists Jared’s t-shirt and yanks hard, their lips crashing together with a lot more urgency, “Love you,” Jensen murmurs, “Now move.”
“Yes sir.”