The Wedding Night
Title: The Wedding Night
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 047. Heart.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 992
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex and a bit of schmoop.
Summary: Jensen and Jared get married. This is their wedding night.
Author's Notes: Written for the J-Squared Wedding Themed Fic Meme, enablelove's prompt of "the consummation of their wedding."
“Our friends were betting on which one of us would top tonight,” Jared mutters as he opens the door of the honeymoon suite. “I saw them.”
“Yeah?” Jensen slurs the word a little, slowly looking up at Jared. “Who bet on who?”
“Easy.” Jared shrugs. “My friends bet on me, and your friends bet on you. They’re not very creative. Whoa, whoa, wait!” He blocks Jensen from entering the room with his arm, then turns to him and smirks. “I gotta carry you over the threshold, my little wifey.”
Jensen laughs and pushes Jared away, stumbling through the door. “Carry me, and I’ll ask for a divorce.”
“You don’t want that,” Jared chides, half growling as he closes the door behind himself and then advances on Jensen, backing him up towards the bed. He grabs Jensen’s bowtie and pulls him close, kissing him softly, a quick slip of the tip of his tongue over the seam of Jensen’s lips a dirty promise. “You wanna fuck me.”
Jensen giggles. “So my friends win? I hope yours pay up.”
Jared laughs and leans against Jensen, their foreheads touching. “You’re drunk.”
“You’re hot,” Jensen says, and then he pushes a hand through Jared’s damp hair. “Seriously. You’re sweating like a champ.”
“Shut up.” Jared pushes Jensen back onto the bed, then flops down onto the mattress himself, careful not to crush Jensen. “We just got married,” he says, looming over his new husband. “We’re supposed to fuck.”
Jensen raises an eyebrow. “Is this in the Wedding Manual? And if so, can I get a copy?”
“Dude,” Jared whines, poking Jensen in the ribs. “Come on, this is how it works! We have to, you know…consummate everything! Come on.” He settles over Jensen, lets their bodies touch, nuzzles Jensen’s neck and kisses up to his ear, tugging on the lobe a little with his teeth and whispering into it. “I want you to fuck me.”
Jensen moans a little, hips lifting to meet Jared’s, eyes fluttering closed as his hand winds its way up into Jared’s hair. “Well, when you put it that way…”
There’s a meeting of lips, a roll of bodies, and the push of hands beneath clothing. Jared grunts impatiently as he tugs at the layers, the accessories, blowing out an annoyed breath.
“You look hot as hell in a tux, but it’s too many fucking clothes,” he curses. “Why do weddings have to be so damn formal, anyway?”
Jensen pulls the rest of his clothes off and tosses Jared’s off the bed. “Because it’s a special day,” he murmurs, crawling up Jared’s body and kissing him. “It’s official. You’re mine now.”
He punctuates that last statement with a slow roll of his hips, pushing them down against Jared’s, their dicks pressing and sliding together. Jared groans and arches, closing his eyes when Jensen’s lips press against the exposed column of his neck, kissing and biting gently. They rut against each other until they’re both fully hard, and then Jensen pulls back. Jared whines a little, feeling air hit his skin where he was once covered by Jensen, and Jensen just smirks down at him, moving away and coming back with lube. He spreads a generous amount over his fingers and slips them up the inside of Jared’s thigh before pressing and rubbing against Jared’s hole.
Jared clenches, shudders, and sighs, letting his legs fall wide open. Jensen’s fingers are thick, wide knuckles opening Jared up and stretching him, readying him for Jensen’s cock. Jared moans and wraps his right hand around his dick, jerking it in time with the push and pull of Jensen’s fingers, pre-come dripping from the slit when Jensen’s fingers twist and crook inside of him. He’s more than ready when Jensen pulls his fingers out and slicks his cock up, bending Jared’s legs over his shoulders.
Drunk though he may be, Jensen pauses after he lines himself up, looking into Jared’s eyes. Jared’s heart is pounding in his chest, because while they’ve fucked countless times, this moment is still important to both of them. It hits him then that Jensen hasn’t opened a condom, and that he’s accepting Jensen bare for the first time. He gasps even before Jensen pushes in, and then his breath catches in his throat, his head pressing back into the pillows.
Jensen groans deep in his throat, then pushes forward to catch Jared in a messy kiss, tongues slipping and tangling with each other. He starts with slow, easy thrusts, and gradually gets rougher, balls slapping wetly against Jared’s ass in a mix of sweat and lube. Jared’s sticking to the sheets when it gets frantic, his already damp hair matted and curled around his face and neck. The fingers of his free hand twist in the silky material, digging into the mattress. He pulls his right hand in quick strokes over his dick, trying to match Jensen’s pace.
Jensen tries to slow down, to wait, but his body tenses up before he can take control of it. He cries out when he comes, hips jerking as he fills Jared’s body with it, unrestricted. He’s still coiled tight and shaking when Jared clenches around him and spills over his own hand, moaning loudly beneath Jensen, light tremors running through his body.
With one last whimper, Jensen’s body releases its hold on him, and he sags. He pulls out slowly, moaning and shivering at the feel of the friction on his sensitive dick. He gently sets Jared’s legs down on the bed and rolls off to the side, cupping Jared’s face and leaning over to kiss him. The kiss is slow and easy, tongues lazy and sated now, and they both sigh against each other when their lips break apart.
“Love you,” Jensen whispers, and Jared smiles, grabbing Jensen’s left hand in his and sliding their rings over each other.
“Love you, too.”
Jensen gives a tired smile back. “Thanks for marrying me.”
"Anytime."
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 047. Heart.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 992
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex and a bit of schmoop.
Summary: Jensen and Jared get married. This is their wedding night.
Author's Notes: Written for the J-Squared Wedding Themed Fic Meme, enablelove's prompt of "the consummation of their wedding."
“Our friends were betting on which one of us would top tonight,” Jared mutters as he opens the door of the honeymoon suite. “I saw them.”
“Yeah?” Jensen slurs the word a little, slowly looking up at Jared. “Who bet on who?”
“Easy.” Jared shrugs. “My friends bet on me, and your friends bet on you. They’re not very creative. Whoa, whoa, wait!” He blocks Jensen from entering the room with his arm, then turns to him and smirks. “I gotta carry you over the threshold, my little wifey.”
Jensen laughs and pushes Jared away, stumbling through the door. “Carry me, and I’ll ask for a divorce.”
“You don’t want that,” Jared chides, half growling as he closes the door behind himself and then advances on Jensen, backing him up towards the bed. He grabs Jensen’s bowtie and pulls him close, kissing him softly, a quick slip of the tip of his tongue over the seam of Jensen’s lips a dirty promise. “You wanna fuck me.”
Jensen giggles. “So my friends win? I hope yours pay up.”
Jared laughs and leans against Jensen, their foreheads touching. “You’re drunk.”
“You’re hot,” Jensen says, and then he pushes a hand through Jared’s damp hair. “Seriously. You’re sweating like a champ.”
“Shut up.” Jared pushes Jensen back onto the bed, then flops down onto the mattress himself, careful not to crush Jensen. “We just got married,” he says, looming over his new husband. “We’re supposed to fuck.”
Jensen raises an eyebrow. “Is this in the Wedding Manual? And if so, can I get a copy?”
“Dude,” Jared whines, poking Jensen in the ribs. “Come on, this is how it works! We have to, you know…consummate everything! Come on.” He settles over Jensen, lets their bodies touch, nuzzles Jensen’s neck and kisses up to his ear, tugging on the lobe a little with his teeth and whispering into it. “I want you to fuck me.”
Jensen moans a little, hips lifting to meet Jared’s, eyes fluttering closed as his hand winds its way up into Jared’s hair. “Well, when you put it that way…”
There’s a meeting of lips, a roll of bodies, and the push of hands beneath clothing. Jared grunts impatiently as he tugs at the layers, the accessories, blowing out an annoyed breath.
“You look hot as hell in a tux, but it’s too many fucking clothes,” he curses. “Why do weddings have to be so damn formal, anyway?”
Jensen pulls the rest of his clothes off and tosses Jared’s off the bed. “Because it’s a special day,” he murmurs, crawling up Jared’s body and kissing him. “It’s official. You’re mine now.”
He punctuates that last statement with a slow roll of his hips, pushing them down against Jared’s, their dicks pressing and sliding together. Jared groans and arches, closing his eyes when Jensen’s lips press against the exposed column of his neck, kissing and biting gently. They rut against each other until they’re both fully hard, and then Jensen pulls back. Jared whines a little, feeling air hit his skin where he was once covered by Jensen, and Jensen just smirks down at him, moving away and coming back with lube. He spreads a generous amount over his fingers and slips them up the inside of Jared’s thigh before pressing and rubbing against Jared’s hole.
Jared clenches, shudders, and sighs, letting his legs fall wide open. Jensen’s fingers are thick, wide knuckles opening Jared up and stretching him, readying him for Jensen’s cock. Jared moans and wraps his right hand around his dick, jerking it in time with the push and pull of Jensen’s fingers, pre-come dripping from the slit when Jensen’s fingers twist and crook inside of him. He’s more than ready when Jensen pulls his fingers out and slicks his cock up, bending Jared’s legs over his shoulders.
Drunk though he may be, Jensen pauses after he lines himself up, looking into Jared’s eyes. Jared’s heart is pounding in his chest, because while they’ve fucked countless times, this moment is still important to both of them. It hits him then that Jensen hasn’t opened a condom, and that he’s accepting Jensen bare for the first time. He gasps even before Jensen pushes in, and then his breath catches in his throat, his head pressing back into the pillows.
Jensen groans deep in his throat, then pushes forward to catch Jared in a messy kiss, tongues slipping and tangling with each other. He starts with slow, easy thrusts, and gradually gets rougher, balls slapping wetly against Jared’s ass in a mix of sweat and lube. Jared’s sticking to the sheets when it gets frantic, his already damp hair matted and curled around his face and neck. The fingers of his free hand twist in the silky material, digging into the mattress. He pulls his right hand in quick strokes over his dick, trying to match Jensen’s pace.
Jensen tries to slow down, to wait, but his body tenses up before he can take control of it. He cries out when he comes, hips jerking as he fills Jared’s body with it, unrestricted. He’s still coiled tight and shaking when Jared clenches around him and spills over his own hand, moaning loudly beneath Jensen, light tremors running through his body.
With one last whimper, Jensen’s body releases its hold on him, and he sags. He pulls out slowly, moaning and shivering at the feel of the friction on his sensitive dick. He gently sets Jared’s legs down on the bed and rolls off to the side, cupping Jared’s face and leaning over to kiss him. The kiss is slow and easy, tongues lazy and sated now, and they both sigh against each other when their lips break apart.
“Love you,” Jensen whispers, and Jared smiles, grabbing Jensen’s left hand in his and sliding their rings over each other.
“Love you, too.”
Jensen gives a tired smile back. “Thanks for marrying me.”
"Anytime."